Know What You Want

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” — Sylvia Plath.

All or Nothing?

We don’t always know what we want. For all we know, we could be terribly mistaken about our wants, and therefore we might end up making wrong choices. All because we’re unclear of what exactly we want.

When unsure, we tend to experiment. And by experiment, I mean, we try to get a bit of everything. Like taking a bite off every cake so as to pick the perfect one. We may end up tasting all cakes and never find the right one. The result: we’re too full to go any further. And so, we settle for something that’s probably less than the perfect cake.

And it’s just sad; that we have to settle for less than what we deserve. But to get what we deserve, we need to know for sure what it is that we deserve.

Now that’s not too easy. How are we supposed to know the value of ourselves? Do we set boundaries for ourselves? For our wants? For what we deserve? And even if we try to construct boundaries — how are we supposed to know the parameters for the boundaries? What do we base our boundaries on?

The only guide we have is whatever other people tell us. So that would mean, we need to believe — and agree — wholeheartedly that a third person’s feedback about what we deserve is right. That isn’t easy either.

It depends largely on the person whose feedback we ask for. Not only should it be someone whose judgements we value, higher than our own, but that person should also be unbiased and brutally honest.

And then there’s the question of how many people’s feedback we base our boundaries on. Because when we have multiple respondents, we have varying opinions. While a majority will appear, there’s also the matter of the collective minority.

Not unlike our election system. Of A, B and C, 40% would prefer A, whereas a minority of 30% each would prefer B and C. So, who’s the better judge? Those who prefer A — the obvious majority, or those who prefer something other than A — the minority that collectively is the majority?

It’s nearly impossible to figure this out logically.

We’ll have to go with the next best option: the gut. So, if we base our boundaries based on the party that our instinct prefers, then, in a way, we influence our own boundaries. We judge our own worth, and there’s a mild bias. We judge what’s perfect for us, based on our instinct.

So the next time we wonder what we want, we know in a way what we really want — because it’s what we’ve convinced ourselves that we deserve. Therefore, we know exactly what we want — or at least we think we do — and since we’re sure, we won’t find ourselves pondering over everything, and trying to figure out what’s perfect.

But shit just happens. After all, we’re only human.

The Lonely Job

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They say writing is a lonely job.

Each time I hear someone say that, I feel thrilled. Being a loner by default and a wannabe writer/novelist, it was like having my wildest passions prophesied.

That’s what I like about the writing world; being a writer would mean that you could shun human companionship, and still sound sane to most people. Of course, for some people, writers are lunatics — alone or not. But that’s irrelevant.

My point being, I was excited to constantly hear assurances that the best profession for me would be writing — something I enjoy doing anyway.

And since more and more people understand — or at least try to — the relationship between a writer and solitude, I shifted my daily schedule to include a lot of solitary bliss.

Only it wasn’t all bliss.

I loved being alone. I had a lot of time with my own head, talking to myself, reflecting, wondering, hatching ideas, cooking for myself, and even trying my hand at photography.

But the writing wasn’t coming out as much as I would have hoped. Oh, I was writing all right. I was writing every day — but it was a struggle, I had to wrack my brains for inspiration each day — which became tougher by the day.

Then one day, we planned a movie night. I got to our rendezvous point and suddenly realized that it had been months since I had been outdoors at that time, and among so many people. It wasn’t late; the sun had just set and the winter sky had darkened earlier than usual.

That’s where I saw — people. Oh, and lots of them too. It was the local bus stop and with people thronging around — it was so surprising. Sure, I see people when I walk home after work, but that’s a limited view of mostly quiet residential areas. I would actually see as many street dogs as people.

Seriously.

But that night, I could see what I had been missing all along. Just by observing people’s faces, I could see thousands of stories, waiting to be penned. They all had lives and incidents happening — how inspiring would it be to observe people’s behaviour in a public place, and weave a fictitious tale out of it?

It was an eye-opener. Though I’m not a fan of crowded spaces and heaving faces, I’ve realised that people are my highest motivators. I glean my creativity from the varying expressions of everyday life.

And I need more of that.

Where do you guys draw inspiration?

Rekindling Thoughts

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I’m not a fan of smoking, but when I came across this piece by Ayn Rand, I couldn’t help but agree completely.

I’ve never realized what powerful species we are. Not only did we discover fire, but also mastered the art of taming it at the tip of two fingers – one of them which is the middle one. How simple it is for us to tame such a strong destroyer – we are not only powerful but also a threat, to ourselves and the rest of the world. Some day, we could end up stripping the universe of its essentials. “A spot of fire” – incredible how it can breed chaos and great thoughts.

What I’ve Learnt From Eating Alone

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I eat alone. Not only because I’m comfortable with it, but also because no one else is comfortable with my schedule.

Breakfast at 6 am. Lunch at noon. Dinner at 7 pm.

From where I come, that’s insane. But that’s how I am, and I don’t expect anyone to comply with my schedule either. I’m perfectly fine with eating alone.

I’ve been following this schedule for some time now, and have come across a lot fine myths about fine-dining.

People’s natural reaction towards lone-diners is that they are lonely and depressed. Some people even go as far as giving lone-eaters some company, believing they’re doing us a favor.

But here’s the truth: eating alone is a cherished art.

When I started, I was a little self-conscious. I was uncomfortably aware of what I was eating, and sometimes the food felt really squishy in my mouth — a sensation that had nothing to do with the food.

As time went by though, I became more confident. Yes, people do raise eyebrows and concerned looks, but it doesn’t bother me anymore. Because I’m too involved in my meal.

Eating alone, I’ve noticed a few changes in myself and my eating habits.

  1. I now eat slower and more mindful than I used to. This is odd, because people usually say you eat faster when you’re alone. I look at my plate, take in the meal, and then taste it. And as I eat, I sometimes try to figure out the ingredients and the preparation of the gravies. Since I make my dinner, I like to try out new stuff.
  2. I eat my full. Another paradox. I’ve seen in a diet article, they recommended eating alone because the anxiousness makes you eat less. I successfully busted this myth. I indulge in my meals, and being alone only gives me more freedom to spend time on myself.
  3. No one to satisfy. With only myself at the table, I don’t have to engage in conversations and other social niceties. I can focus on what matters most, and be rid of the compulsive need to agree, or provide an opinion in discussions I hardly care.
  4. What table manners? You know that awkward moment when you’ve just finished a great meal, and all you want to do is lick the remains off your plate, but you’re worried what your fellow dinners might think? Well, I don’t have to worry about that at all! And it’s the best part of a meal; savouring the last.

There’s something much more important than these though. For the first time in my life, I was appreciating what I ate. This would never happen if I were surrounded by a bunch of over-excited people talking about the latest movie.

I learnt to appreciate the art of cooking and the science of blending flavors. South Indian cuisine thrives on a combination spices and, here I was, experiencing it all by myself.

Nothing can compare to the thrill of it. Anyone here who’s a lone-eater?

Parting Ways

Eyes averted, they took different paths.

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Another ambiguous short story for my collection of Flash Fiction.

#Day30 of the National Blog Posting Month and I’m proud to have finished what I started. It’s been one hell of a month, and though it was a bit tough posting every day, it was a great experience. I’ll try to keep up to the routine as much as I can.

Thank you all for reading, liking and commenting. And a special thanks to everyone who came back day after day for more of my blog. It was a huge encouragement to see the graph grow.

Hope you all had a great November, Movember, NaNoWriMo, NaBloPoMo – whatever endeavour you took up this month!