TO APPRECIATE LIFE FOR WHAT IT IS

It's when the bubble burst that I realised, I hadn't cried for long...
It's when the world crumbled that I realised, I wasn't so strong...

To know that nothing is perfect was the wisdom...
But I held on to the illusion of 'Perfection'...
illusion that filled the void in my life...
the void of unsettling dreams and uprooted relations...

As I step out and see what lies in front of me...
and truly feel the emotions within me...
I know I am not as prepared as I had thought I was...
and my mind's not as clear, it has its doubts...

The unexpected overwhelms me... and emotions have no rein on them...
What was guarded has been let loose...
What was shielded now lay broken...

But in all of these I have come to realise something else too...

The need to appreciate life for what it is..

to not be ashamed of it and hide it under cover..
cover of pretense and false strength...
to not just pretend to live and go through the motion...
but to truly see it and live it too, with all our hearts!!

TO HAVE MY DANCE

Sitting in a corner of a crowded room, with beautiful people all around, hugging and kissing each other, dancing to the songs blasting off the speakers... lights and shadows playing tricks with the faces I strain to recognise...

I am not uninvited but still I am unattended... I am not searching for someone... or feeling uncomfortable in my place or my skin... I have my thoughts and my ideas to pass me my time... to while away this moment for a lasting one that may follow... but whose promise may not be kept as well...

I am just staring blank... not looking at anyone in particular... a blur in view and a blur in my heart... I wish I could feel the feeling in me or touch the hands of the one whose face I cannot see... I wish I could see clearly the one who's playing this lovely melody in my heart... I wish I could know who is the one who is making me dance... while I sit in a dark corner of a room full of people with too loud music...

Someday when you come to me... I know I too will have my dance...

TO KNOW YOU'RE STILL FERTILE!!

It's a good feeling to know that you are still fertile and capable. And I don't mean in terms of the biological/parenting kind of way. Not that I am or was infertile or incapable that way either! (Clarifications are always better, you know!) When I say fertile, I mean fertile in thoughts and ideas and capable of putting those thoughts and ideas into properly woven pieces.

When you have been doing things that remotely or never really had any connection whatsoever to something you always had a special fondness for in your life, you tend to question if at all the fondness is justified at all. A part of you begin to wonder if you are even capable at all. I have always had a fascination for writing, but my work was never really helpful in nurturing it. If at all, it somehow widened the gap of confidence in my work and my writing. I began to feel more in control and in command of the task at hand. I did well in my work. At the same time, my writing which was at a nascent stage, didn't really get proper nurturing and was almost always neglected. The guilt of not doing enough slowly turned into frustration. Although I changed jobs, but it seemed well and fine only in the beginning. Things became the same all over again. Frustration was all around and it spilled over onto other aspects of my life.

I'm glad that I quit before it took complete control of my life and everything else I have cared enough to build for so long. But the question still remained, what was I suppose to do that would not take me to the same abysmal low again. Like any other time in my life, the road just guided me to where I am resting today. I am feeling at home now. I am not sure if it is the initial phase of welcoming everyone receives or the happiness is purely based on business with me being labeled as a means of profit-making. Or am I truly home?

Lately, I have been feeling the dampness in my mind's ground, a sign of a shower again in the long-barren land! I can feel seeds of thoughts and ideas sprouting in some hidden crevices of my mind. Maybe the garden will be able to come to life this time and not wither away before the first few flowers have even appeared like it did before.

Lately, I can sense my mind's showing the signs of fertility... Lately, I can feel I am capable again...

LAWS OF ATTRACTION!

If I knew the laws of attractions, I'd find it easier to cope with my heart's embarrassing thoughts upon meeting a stranger I connect with on so many levels. I'd leave the right impression; speaking the apt words and making the right moves. I'd build the stories and bring it to an end of happy togetherness. But if I really connect well with the person, do I really need to do any of these at all? It would all flow smoothly and quite naturally, won't they? So, why then would one seek to find ways to attract someone? Magazines and Television shows guiding you on how to follow your own heart yet giving you rules to abide by in order to get hooked with the right person out there for you. How do they know what's in your heart when even you fail to understand it most of the times? How do they know which one's the 'right' one for you when even you didn't have any luck in finding the one? You may say, it is because we don't understand our hearts that we let others take charge and guide us. You may say because we are too demanding and less objective when it comes to the 'right' one, we need someone who can view the both of us individually and together to judge if we are right for each other. But aren't we suppose to know ourselves? Aren't we suppose to figure it out ourselves and learn from the process? I mean how can we ever evolve or grow as a person if we let others run our lives for us, huh? It is strange that we trust strangers with our hearts but not ourselves. I guess, it's always better to blame it on others when things don't work out, isn't it?

Some things are however universal when it comes to attraction. It can either be 1) an instant physical attraction which may or may not last enough to build into something more or 2) a slow process of getting to know the person and be left completely mesmerised by all that you discover. Now whether it turns into a relationship or whether the relationship is successful and so on and so forth, are something even the experts cannot predict with sure-shot accuracy. But does it really matter at all? Isn't the idea to just enjoy the moment, the rush of emotions and the sudden yet expected excitement? So, is this to say that I am enjoying the process of this attraction? Let me put it in a different way. I will tell you an incident that just happened earlier tonight.

I was using a knife and watching something on TV but my thoughts were neither focussed on what was coming on screen or on what I was doing with the knife. I was lost in something else altogether. I was lost in someone's thoughts. It took a pain to bring me back to what I was doing. I had cut myself. I cursed myself but then I smiled. I wondered then why some pain can give so much pleasure! Am I still smiling? What do you think? :-)

IDEAS AND THEIR LIVES!

To come up with an idea out of the blue. To get inspired and struck by a thought or a vision. To see it through from its initial hesitant state to being put into words, expanded and explained. To bring it to life. To make it real. It's not an easy task!

Ideas in the beginning are raw and crude. Most fall apart when we try to polish them into finer and more feasible ones. Some are too unrealistic to come out of the realms of our minds. Few persevere long enough to ignite a spark in our mind. It is then left to us to either fuel them into a full-blown fire or extinguish them right then and there depending on how we foresee their future.

The process of turning an idea into an action is a long and arduous one. The secret lies in keeping the passion alive all through. Neither too much of hurry or too slow paced, just the right speed to keep the momentum going till the end.

Why certain ideas even after working day and night on it, fail to be implemented or executed doesn't necessarily have a crystal clear answer; it's for most part ambiguous. Whether it is the practicalities or something else acting as a roadblock in the process or putting an end to it altogether, the fact is not all ideas have the pleasure of living it up for real.

While I'm not sure if the ideas that are in my head right now will survive outside my mind, there are still others being born. I am in the process of making some of these ideas come true. It's the initial stage so I'll keep you posted on whether they see the light of the day or not. For now, I can sense an idea... hold on for a moment... let me try and catch it... gotta rush... see ya...

STYLE, COLOUR AND SOMETHING NEW

Have you ever been stuck trying to come out with ideas and thoughts about things you normally heard and talked about in a non-professional way? Well, I have. And not just once or twice. Plenty of times. It is funny how words just don't come out right when you are in desperate need for them or how ideas suddenly decide to take a vacation when you are in dire need of just a few! At other times, they just barge into your already mixed-up and pretty much cluttered brain. But no, not when your first impression in a new work place is at stake.

So, there I was with two other brains... storming in a room figuring out ways to make a product promotion event interesting by inventing (or borrowing) different ideas. The brief was brief and to the point. Two words: Style and Colour. Those two words became our world till the end of the day. But when does the brain stop thinking? So, I kept on thinking about what else could be done and all. Would have loved to share those ideas but sorry, professional constraints. Can't believe I just used those words! Makes me feel like I'm some kinda big shot with too many secrets under his sleeves! Ha!!

A new beginning is always full of nervous energy, floating hopes and high expectations. So was it for me as well. More so since I am changing tracks in a way. Having gained experience and worked in a production capacity, I was looking for giving my passion for writing a chance to see the light of professionalism. I have taken the plunge and hoping to learn to at least stay afloat, if not swim. My first attempt at learning how to swim in a pool at night was more of a fun experience than real learning. Which was great as well, since it was fun I was looking for at that time. But talking about professional life, focus will be on the learning aspect. Not that I would mind having some occasional fun!! A little fun never harmed anyone, did it? After all fun at work place can make it much more fun for the clients as well! And happy clients mean happy company and happy company means happy employees... So, in a selfish way I'm only aiming high for my company. Don't you agree? ;-)