Sunday, 16 July 2017

Just That Kind of a Poem.


It is the kind of moment when I feel the need to write, but I'm not sure what.
Should I muse about the 2 AMs, of loneliness that comes with independence?
Or shall I wonder about those times of grief where you no longer know the reason?
Or shall I refrain from thinking about the doom of inevitable Mondays?
Or shall I gaze about the beauty of Saturday nights and Sunday brunches?
Or probably I'll wonder about that heartbreak of a naive girl which sure would be a cliche,
Or that story about how everything always ends on a happy note,
Or perhaps in my story it doesn't and it's another story of unrequited love where someone dies of an illness,
Or shall I write about that sad story of the sun and moon, or how the stars shine?
Or about endless heart to heart conversations with people you used to call your friends,
Or about people and how their eyes shine when they talk about their passion,
Or about those beautiful poems that touch your heart which I'll will never be able to write,
Or shall I just muse about everything that I possibly can before I run out of everything I possibly can imagine..



Saturday, 24 June 2017

I'm Back, Babies!


Hello Readers!!!
When I give up on something or take a break, usually I end up quitting that thing. But, this time, just between blogging and I, 'we were on a break' and we're ready to patch up!
In the last 2 months of my blogging break, I have come to realise a lot of things; people, circumstance, intent, perspective, lessons.

"I might not understand why people choose what they choose, but I do understand my version of why they choose to do it.
I might not understand how people fall in and out of love, but I do understand how easy it is for them to do that.
I might not understand what people get by flaunting their rights, but I do understand why they do it.
I might not understand a lot of people, but I understand a few, and I am sticking with those gems."

It is important to understand people and to become a good writer, it is necessary to not only understand my own version of events, but also everyone else’s point of views when it comes to that certain event. Even if that event is as dense as bullying or as shallow as teasing. Those two sides of the coin, which are really 100 realms on each side of the same coin need to be explored wildly and traversed bravely. Without this, there won’t exist a piece of work which will leave the reader in that speechless wonder which any art form demands.


If I say that I have been thinking about what to blog about for these entire 2 months, then I'd be lying. But, yes, these two months have definitely prepared me for it. I do have a plan. A woman with a plan! Well, women always have plans, because someone's got to make them! So, I have a few ideas thought out. But, before I actually start scheduling, writing, marketing and developing these ideas into words, I thought of taking your opinion into account. 'You', being all readers of 'Mindscape in Words' and my fellow bloggers (whom I missed so much. There's a lot of backlog reading to do!) So, here's my plan of action! I have worked through these four areas.


1. Talk on 'TED Talks':
After a lot of introspection, I have observed a thing about myself. Even though I read a lot, watch a lot and observe a lot, I don't always opinionate a lot. It's like, when I hear something, I'll read up on that so that I am informed about the situation. But, I don't exactly know what I feel regarding it. Like, would you rather be drowned or be burned alive? Or would you rather be a panda or a penguin in another life? These are of course minuscule and I could answer them after a bit of thinking. I think I'd rather be burned alive but I also want to be a penguin, which leads to a contrast of fore and ice. (This leads me to thinking about Game of Thrones finale) I'm sure, if you've read so far, you might be thinking I have some point, but, I really don't. Except that the new series I want to start is about my talk on one of the 'TED Talks'.
I'll watch a video and think about it, express my opinions and you all can join in with your views. And these TED Talks are fabulous and so motivating that it'll help with the whole pessimist thing I've got going since 1994. This kind of writing and reviewing theme does not fit in my genre of blog, but I thought my blog should be whatever I want it to be, right? And here, I really wanted the opinion of other bloggers! Please help me out. Is this a good idea? How can I make it better? Your suggestions really matter to me.

2. Short Stories:
I am going to focus on writing short stories, like a few I had written back in 2015. After writing so many 'short short stories' in my Monday Moments series, I thought of leveling up a bit with longer stories which will make me think of a deeper plot with more interesting characters and more exquisite detailing like the beauty of the infinite sky, wildness of the deep forests and fearlessness of her youth. So, yeah, short stories! Although, at an initial stage, I have decided of writing 2 stories a month. I will see how I will progress on this depending upon the response and how much time I get. This will be my main focus towards a larger goal.

3. Book Reviews:
Any person in my life would tell you that I had been off-track for the last 2 years. So, obviously, it goes without saying that I read very little in that time period. Now that I am me again, let me just say it loud and clear, I LOVE BOOKS & READING IS STILL MY FAVOURITE THING TO DO. And as much as I love to read, I also love to write reviews! (I think I shall rename my blog to Review blog. I mean I am reviewing books & TED Talks. I might as well start collaborations with a friend as to TV shows and movies!) Anyway, currently I am reading Jane Eyre. If you're an ardent reader, I know you are probably judging me because I am reading this phenomenal book so late. Go ahead and judge, I don't mind. The book is fabulous! I'm loving it so far. But, I might not consider reviewing such a classic. But, I am going to read more often and write more book reviews. You can say about once or twice a month. But, as reading goes, it really depends a lot on my mood! So, we'll see. You can read some of my earlier reviews here. I hope you'll love them!

4. Monday Moments:
I have loved doing Monday Moments series throughout its span of 100 posts. I have grown as a writer because of it. It taught me how to express something just in a few words. It taught me discipline to write every week. It taught me to be empathetic. Above all, it taught me how to be a better writer and for that, I'll be forever thankful. But, as I am beginning a new phase for my blog, I have decided to not continue with Monday Moments series. As much as difficult it was for me to make that decision, I'm sure some of you readers will miss it too. And so, I am going to write a post with my favourite posts, along with a twist, as a goodbye.

5. Adultish Series:
Well, I have observed a trend which is quite normal in people among my age group.It goes something like this...
"I completed my education, I have a grown-up job, I can consider myself as an adult now. Having said that, I literally laugh out loud at memes. My only love life is with pizza or biryani. The only day I love is Saturday. (Sundays are spent with the sadness, anxiety and anticipation of Mondays. I hate Mondays.) I communicate with my friends by tagging them in memes and sometimes by texts. My introverted self gets excited by cancelled plans. So, yeah, I guess I am a man-child/woman-child."

I’d love to write something on all of this, because basically we all are just that and everyone can relate to this phase of life. But, I wonder if I’d be able to write humour successfully. So, this part is still in the testing! Let’s hope that I can pull this off! Fellow bloggers, suggestions are welcome, as are collaborations!

That is it for now! I will write soon, start posting soon, see you all soon.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. 😊



Sunday, 14 May 2017

Reader Survey.

Hello Readers,

As you know 2 weeks back, I took a break from blogging. There was just a lot going on. Now, I have some ideas of how to come back to blogging. Since, I have always been thankful of the blogging community, I'd be grateful if all my fellow bloggers filled out this form. And also, my readers, please help me out with this so that I can write better and at try to make you all happier while you read it.

Thank you so much!!



Monday, 24 April 2017

A Break.

         I have been blogging for over 2.6 years now and it has been an amazing journey. The girl who only scribbled in her diary about her boring life became the girl who published short stories that people could relate to. The amateur diary scribbler became a successful blogger. I never thought I'd be able to keep up with the blog for as much time as I have and now there's no looking back.

          I have written some personal stuff on my blog. But, I stopped those because I realised that no one needed to hear my story. I have written a few travel posts. But, that took a stop too because I get to travel only once a year. I wrote a lot about books and their reviews. But, over the last 2 years, I have read less than I used to read in just one month. But, most of all, I have written stories every Monday for the past 100 weeks. And now that I have achieved a landmark of 100 posts on my Monday Moments series, I want to pause and breathe. I want to celebrate how far I have come. I want to bring some changes in my writing and also on my blog. I do not want to stop writing Monday Moments because this was the only reason that made my Mondays worth of joy. So, no. This is not the end. This is going to be just a break until I can stop for a while and decide how to make myself better and how to make my blog better.

          Maybe I'll come up with more stories or a new series. Maybe I'll get the courage to travel solo and write some travel posts which I absolutely love to do. Maybe, or rather, hopefully I'll get back the love for my books and I start writing those reviews. Or maybe I'll decide to write full time. I really don't know. But, the one thing I am positive about is that I hope I'll find myself again in this exploration stage of becoming a writer that I want to be.


See you soon, readers. Stay with me.



Monday, 17 April 2017

Why Me? (Monday Moments #100)

Recently I watched '13 Reasons Why'. Obviously, it touched my heart and made me think. Before watching it, I had decided what my 100th post would be about and this just gave me reason enough. My earlier post was about love and the one before that was about friendship and earlier I have written posts about self-love as well. So, here goes the 100th one about mental illness.

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Every time she felt like staying home, she took the decision not to.
Every time she decided to decline a party invite, she took the decision not to.
Every time she thought of taking pills, she took the decision not to.
Every time she wanted to cry it out, she took a decision not to.
Every time she could've had a breakdown, she took a decision not to.
And because of every decision not to do it, every time she died a bit inside.


But, what was her fault? What was her fault that no one understood her? What was her fault that people made fun of her for something she couldn't control? What was her fault that everything just sucked? What was her fault that she had to go through it all alone? What was her fault for any of it?

She might laugh around people and crack existential jokes. That doesn't make her dark. That could be her way of using humour to deal with depression.

She might not portray her emotions all the time and might leave people in the middle of things. That doesn't make her weird. That could be her way of dealing with social anxiety disorder.

She might double check everything and she might not stand a spelling mistake. That doesn't make her rude. That could be her way of dealing with obsessive compulsive disorder.

She might not easily open up to you or might not want to adventurous things. That doesn't make her a loner. That could be her way of dealing with post-traumatic stress disorder.

She might be a chatter box and talk about everything. That doesn't make her a gossip. That could be her way of using people as something to deal with her pain.


She might be erratic. She might be selfish. She might be hard to comprehend. She might be a million different things. But, how you treat her is what she is finally going to be. You treat her kindly and she might get a reason to live. You treat her cruelly and you might take away her reason to live.

At the end of the night, her pillow is wet and in the morning her eyes sore. In the middle of the crowd her heartbeats are racing and in front of a crowd, her voice is mute. On the body are some unexplained cuts and in the soul are some unexplained pieces. At work, she has a fake smile and at home she has real tears. But at every moment, there is a constant question at the back of her head, "Is it all even worth it?"




(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)






Monday, 10 April 2017

Unambigious Deviations. (Monday Moments #99)


          They met on an online dating site and decided to meet for a first date without much meaningless texting. Instead of any usual first dates, they decided to do something else, something fun. They ditched the classy meal at a 5 star restaurant which involved sharing pleasantries, talking about the weather and cracking jokes they read on internet which could be used as ice breakers. Instead, they decided to go for Chinese takeout, sitting and eating in his truck, eating ice cream and going for a long walk in the Central Park while discussing what brought the shine in their eyes and what made their heart skip a beat. With the right people, this would work. And since they both were very excited about it, it naturally worked. 

          She was a cute 5'2'' heighted woman who wore black dress, let her grizzly hair down while she wore red high heels to match her wild personality. He was a tall and handsome man who wore a blue shirt to make his blue eyes more evident. He had blonde hair and fair complexion with a swimmer's body. She looked like a pessimistic night while he looked like an optimistic day. But, that wasn't the only difference...

          She told him how she had given up on men and being 32, this was going to be her last attempt at finding a partner. The brave woman in her told him how she would have no problem in living alone for the rest of her life. The kind woman in her told him how she did not want to have any kids. The passionate woman in her told him how she wanted to travel the world and never settle down. Instead of investing in an apartment in NYC, she wanted to invest in experiences and memories in different countries and make the world her home.

          And then, he told her how he could never live like her. The decent man in him told her how he needed people in his life and living alone would be worse than being unemployed or broke or homeless. One of his passions included having a family with many children. The devoted man in him told her how the thing that sparked him was stability in his life. The honest man in him told her how he would rather invest in an NYC apartment, stay in an average job in the same city around his family and focus on the little things and make one little home.

His want for stability conflicted with her want for travel.
Her want of living alone conflicted with his want of living around many people.
His want for a simple and corporate job conflicted with her want of being a travel writer.
But, her interest in him had no chance of conflicting his interest in her. After all, opposites attract.

          Later in the evening, she told him the story that made her decide on her career. He could empathize. He told her the story behind why he just wanted to be a common man. She could empathize. They talked about their love for books, music and Netflix. They talked forever and yet they never ran out of things to tell each other. It wasn't awkward. It was comfortable and lovely. 
After their long walk in the Park, they slept under the stars and discussed their fears. She feared that if she'd be with someone, she'd lose her independence. He talked about how he feared Alzheimer's disease. But, they both feared to be in love with someone where there was no future.

          When it was almost morning, they understood how they had no realisation how fast time had passed. They went to grab some coffee and have some serious discussion. It wasn't even essential to say it. It was clearly out there. They could easily love each other and have the kind of life that love stories are written about. But also, it wouldn't work because it'd involve compromises and resentment which would ultimately lead to a dull life. They stepped out and headed to different directions. But then, something was missing. They looked back at the other, came closer and kissed. They held each other for what seemed like infinity. It felt like they were soul mates but they had to search their own souls first. Finally, they went their own waves with some smiles, some tears and also some hope. She decided to keep this date as a last beautiful date and remember him as a caring man who would settle down with someone and that'd be enough to make him happy. And, he decided to think of himself first and to remember her as the fierce single-by-will woman who could grab some stars and that'd be enough to make her happy.



(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)





Tuesday, 4 April 2017

What Best Friend Is For. (Monday Moments #98)



          In the middle of their drinks conversation, Susan said, "I want to see you happy. And Ashton makes you happy." After listening to this, at that moment, Ashley said, "No. Look at me now. I'm insanely happy right now and that's only because of you, Susan. Ashton... He has rarely made me happy. He makes me sad more than the times you had made me happy. And that's saying something."

          And just like any other drinks conversation, this little chat would also be forgotten, but in that moment, Susan and Ashley both understood what they meant for each other. Even a minor thing that Ashton would do for Ashley would make her gloat with happiness and even though she knew that wouldn't last, she'd make herself happy. And even a minor thing that Susan did for her, was just what she did every other day because that’s just how it is.

          With her boyfriend, she had to make herself happy. But, with her best friend, happiness flowed without any thought, without trying. That's what best friends are for. They love you for all your crazy ideas and immature actions. They love you even when your priorities change and even when your personality changes. They love you even if you leave them or even when you stay. They love you even when you want to be left alone and even when you want to go for a party. They love you whether you talk daily or after months. Best friend’s love is the constant you have in your life. A best friend loves you, regardless. A boyfriend loves you, terms and conditions applied. So, yeah, that’s what a best friend is for. For everything.



(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)





Monday, 27 March 2017

When Quotes Understood Better Than Friends. (Monday Moments #97)


          On just another casual Saturday night, she was in her bed, watching marathons of TV shows as she browsed through Pinterest. Nothing sounded more fun to her than doing this. Most people would be out partying, dancing and socialising; but not her. She was fine in her shell, especially after what had happened...

          A few days ago, she had gone to college to take notes for exams. At that time, she met few of her friends. They were planning post-exam parties. They invited her too. It was not her thing but she went anyway because everyone pushed her to come and see the world outside books. Even when her heart was not in it, she couldn't take their taunts and dramas. So, she agreed, just to shut them up. She decided to go with the flow; not knowing that only dead fish go with the flow.
Of course, her exams went well. But, ever since that day she was more nervous about the party than about exams. Parties involved many strangers, loud music, uncomfortable conversations, no food, excess alcohol and everything she was not prepared for. She tried to hang around, talk to people she knew and managed to fake a smile now and again.

          40 minutes in, she went out. She could not take it. That was a sea of people and she was drowning. She could not do it anymore. The anxiety attack would have killed her, literally. She knew she did not need to prove anything to anyone. She knew it would be bad but she thought she might make it. But, she couldn't and that was okay. Instead of drowning and making herself acceptable, she decided to walk out and do something for herself. Instead of pretending to have a social life, she decided to stay happy alone. Those parties are just about meaningless gossip that never make her wonder about the deep secrets of her soul. That kind of social life only establishes around people who back-stab each other while still pretending to be friends. Those clubs are just dingy places where she could never get lost dreaming about her passions. Those friends were not important as she thought they were. Because, friends who don't understand her, have no right to be in her life. Friends who after knowing what she suffers through and don't empathize or care have no right to be in her life. What good are friends if they don't support you in times like these?

And so, when she read an amazing quote on Pinterest, it just made her eternally happy and meaningful to exist. It read:
"Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was up."





(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)





Monday, 20 March 2017

Was It Even Worth It? (Monday Moments #96)



Age 22:
She woke up. Went to her post-graduation convocation. After 17 years of education, she was ready to get a job, start working and earning.

Age 22 to 25:
She got up at 6 AM. Had her coffee and went for a jog. She came back, packed her lunch, had breakfast and left for office by 8 AM. She came back home by 9 PM. By 11 PM, she went to sleep.

Age 30-35:
She got up at 5 AM. Had her coffee and went for a jog with her husband. She came back, packed lunch for her, her husband and her son. She left home by 9 AM. She came back home by 7 PM. By 12 PM, she went to sleep.

Age 40:
She got up at 5 AM. Made coffee and breakfast for her family. Having become a home-maker she was home all day between 9 AM to 6 PM. She cooked, watched TV, read books on parenting and so on. She served her family dinner and went to sleep by 10 PM

Age 50:
She took a look at her life, and thought was it even worth it? Was her life even worth living? She got an education. She had a Ph.D. She was successful at her job. But, she left it for her 3 children and her husband. From being a career-driven woman, she went to becoming a house wife. And for any other woman, it would not be a demotion. It would something they cherished. But, for her, it felt like it was beneath her. Like, she had forgotten the kind of person she used to be.

She wondered whether she did anything worthwhile in her life?
Was it worthwhile to give up on herself for the sake of her family?
Was it worthwhile being loved rather than being successful?
Was it worthwhile to be someone she frowned upon?
Was it worthwhile to sacrifice for others and forget what she wanted from her life?
Was it worthwhile to marry the man she loved and settle down in one place rather than to stay single and travel the world?
Was anything worthwhile at all?




(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)




Monday, 13 March 2017

Falling Out of Love. (Monday Moments #95)


          She had loved him the most she could. She was there with him through his bad times and good. She crossed fires for him. She helped him through his breakup. She held his hand in his depression. She made him a major portion of her life. And now, after being so in love with him and yet not being together with him, she felt lost. She was fighting a war where she could see herself on both the sides. No matter who won, she was going to lose in the end. And now, after 2 years of that unrequited love, she was falling out of love of him. She was falling out of love with him and that realisation alone gave her a breakdown.

          On the other hand, he always considered her his closest friend. He loved her but he was not ready to be with her. He always took a stand for her. He directed her energy and passion in the right direction and helped her chose a career perfect for her. She was his security blanket and he was her angel. And now, after 2 years, he was ready to be with her post his traumas. He had just started to feel the love for her. He was going to confess his feelings on a planned date, but things never go as planned.

          She met him that day. She said, "I think I'm falling out of love with you. After waiting for so long, now I just don't have any feelings left for you. I love you and I want you in my life but now the definition of love has changed. I'm not going to be the hopeless smitten kitten and wait forever. And now, I don't have to because whatever I felt for you, is all fading away. I waited too long and now I'm moving on. I love you, but I cannot be your second choice anymore. And, I hate that I'm not in love with you anymore. I wish it was different." Then, he said, "I love you."

          They both held each other and cried because time screws everyone. Love is never enough. He was not sad that they failed. He was sad that he failed her.



(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)




Monday, 6 March 2017

It's Easier to Quit. (Monday Moments #94)



          It was simple to give up than to keep going. It was the easier choice. For an athlete, giving up practice for one day is simpler than going in the field to run for 8 hours. For a financial advisor, skipping one day is easier than going to his office to work for 12 hours. For a writer, giving up on that novel which they have been working on since 2 years is easier than to finish it.
          At any moment in anyone's career, it is easier to give up than to continue. It is easier to stop than to put in effort. But, after all, there is no glory in giving up. There's no thrill of success in the ease of quitting. Sometimes things might seem easier to do but there's no accomplishment in doing that.
          You must keep going even in the lows. The highs will pass by quickly because it will be a good time but the lows will get stretched out because there's no fun in them. The lows will make you want to quit but at that time, it's important to remember why you started. It is always easier to quit but it's of no use.



(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)




Monday, 27 February 2017

Just You. (Monday Moments #93)


          It is because of those sudden moments that either leave you surprised or shocked. Those surpirses when your friends show up at your home at 12 AM because it's your birthday. Or those surprises when your boyfriend shows up at the foot of your building at 3 AM just because he wants to see you. Or those surprises when your family is home for the weekend without any prior notice. Or those surprises when your cousins stay over at your place just to have fun and catch up. Or those surprises when your best friend takes you for an adventure in the mountains on a whim. Or those surprises when your boyfriend plans the perfect way to propose, just the way it is in your favourite novel. Or those other thousands of surprises that your close people give you just to make you feel special.

         And then, you get a surprise from all of them, together, like a shock disguised in surprise, when none of them is there for you when you need them. That's when you realise your friends show up at 12 AM because it is kind of their job to do so. That's when you realise that your boyfriend wants to see you at 3 AM just to tell himself that he cannot do any better than you. That's when you realise that your parents are there because now they need you. That's when you realise your cousins got kicked out of their homes and just needed a shelter. That's when you realise that adventure in the hills was really just what your best friend needed to make her feel sane again. That's when you realise that the proposal was that way because it was his favourite movie adaptation. That's the thing about surprises; they are a shock in disguise.

          You think people love you and care for you. But, at the end of the day, all that's left is you. Because apart from those thousands of surprises, there are millions of shocks. There are millions of moments when you fall apart alone, in the four walls of your lonely house and realise that surprises are just as crap as fantasies. And that people are not kind; they are selfish. That there is always a hidden motive to every surprise. And that, at the end of it all, all these people are just a part of your life; not your entire life. At the end of it all, it's going to be just you.


(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)




Monday, 20 February 2017

Traumatised. (Monday Moments #92)


          She woke up screaming and shouting, only to realise that she had the same nightmare again. It was the same thing again and again and again. Even though it had been 7 months since she survived the airplane crash, it wasn't easy. It could never be easy for her. Being the sole survivor, comes with the survivor's guilt, no matter whether right or wrong. She tried to calm herself down for the next 10 minutes. She glanced at the poster that hung in front of her bed that read, "Everything is going to be okay." She kept saying those words back to herself until they sunk in. She stood up and checked that all doors were locked and windows closed. She went to the hall and she saw that the arrangements on the coffee table were different. Did she change those and couldn't remember? Or someone else was in her home? Or was she sleep-walking again? At that instant, she heard her maid come in and she was aghast by her rapid entrance in the room. Only a while later did she realise that she had been yelling with her eyes closed and hands over her head and sitting in the middle of the room crying. Her maid helped her and tried to relax her with some anti-depressants. She kept saying those words back to herself;
"Everything is going to be okay...
Everything is going to be okay...
Everything is going to be okay..."

          She got through the day somehow; crying, vanishing, surviving, living. At some moments, she felt like she had nothing left in her life because all the people close to her had died. At some moments, she felt like she should've died too because living this life felt meaningless. At some moments, she wanted to get her wings back because the wanderlust girl was trapped in the walls of her own frail body and anxious mind and empty soul. At some moments, she just wanted to go back in time and cancel the airplane tickets and go to her destination wedding by train with all her relatives and her fiancé. At some moments, she wanted to sneak to heaven to say goodbye to them all while at sometimes she just wanted to rot in hell. But, at all moments during her life, she felt like she was disappearing. Disappearing from the face of earth. Disappearing from everyone's lives. Disappearing from her own self. Just, lost.


(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)







Monday, 13 February 2017

Weekly Inspiration. (Monday Moments #91)


         While she worked the entire week, she also taught on weekends. Her life wasn't a walk in the park. She was the kind of woman who was a workaholic and loved to keep herself busy. She was a sucker for knowledge and dedicated to reading. Even if she was career-driven and hardcore, sometimes she had her own struggles. This was why she taught classes on weekends. In most of her classes, she had students who came just for attendance or to get notes for exams. But, in one class, she had this one girl student. She knew that that girl loved her. She knew that she had the potential to go very far. She knew that she would turn out just like herself. She saw herself in her. And whenever she had an existential crises, she would think of that one student. And somehow, it kept her going. She had a class that day, she was explaining her drowsy students how it is out there. She was agitated with the kind of presentations they gave. So, she had to make them understand.

          "In this college, you are protected by us, we cover up for your mistakes. But, once you go out there, there's no scope for mistakes in the corporate world. You people have access to all resources and instead you waste your time on social media. You waste your time sleeping for 8 hours. You only need 4 hours. I do that. And that's how I get more time. Time to read. Time to do research. Time to teach! Understand what your USP is. What's your x-factor? What's the thing that sets you apart from any other person? And once you know what it is, unleash it."

          And then she looked at her favourite student. The sparkle that she had in her eyes and the determination which celebrated on her face gave her the inspiration to keep going. Somehow, while inspiring her, she got herself inspired. That's the thing about being a teacher. You don't look at 99 indifferent students. You invest in 1 sincere student. These weekly classes gave her a hope about the future; only because of one student. She felt like herself whenever she saw herself in that girl. And that became their both’s weekly inspiration.




(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)






Monday, 6 February 2017

Keep Going. (Monday Moments #90)


          She was a blogger. Her blog wasn't like most other fabulous blogs which are about fashion or food or lifestyle. She was a writer. She wrote short stories and she enjoyed writing them. Be it about new found love or cold wars between friends or a heartbroken state. She could paint a picture that her readers could imagine in their minds. She made her women characters intelligent and brave. She made her male characters caring and understanding. She often weaved a story which was inspired by her own life, people in it and similar circumstances but with a dramatic note to make it readable. Because, no one wants to read about friends who are having a cold war, instead they love politics in the friends circle. Because, no one wants to read about the couple who are in an almost relationship since a year, instead they want a happy couple with silly fights and probably a tragic ending. Because, no one wants to read about almost somethings, but something whole. So, that's why she changed the 'almost somethings' in her own life into a 'whole something' in her story.
          She had been blogging since 2 years. And now with her new job which took a lot of time and energy, she had been devoted less to writing. She knew it sucked. But, if she didn't write, life would get sucked out of her. So, that day, in order to continue her series, she wrote something bizarre, something totally random. Anyway, normalcy seemed too cliche and it was not her style. Her genre was weird, exactly like her. And just like that, words flew, words typed, story created and soul satisfied. There were a million things she could write about, but instead, for once, she wrote her own almost-story which ended up being whole because of her readers.


(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)





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