The 12 day simple writing exercises plan- Day 1

Task-Write 10 potential book titles of books you’d like to write.

Funnily serious – This would be about all the funny things that are actually deep down serious.

Just another typical love story- My own 😛

My thingsAll of us have our own things and this is going to be all of my weird stuff.

The over thinker- The good bad and ugly of being one

People – My fascination for them. Self explainable

Bruno- In the memory of the dog i never had

A girl in the spray- About my experience in the spray industry

Short stories if your dead bored-Self explainable

Phew! –I dont know what this is going to be about

To my baby- An everyday book for my baby from the time its formed.

 

LOL! I am done after much thought.Love my list :P)Drop in your potential titles below! 🙂

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Quilled Earrings.

The best thing about quilled earrings is that you get to make matching ones for the dresses you wear. Plus they are so cheap and you also end up feeling awesome about yourself for making it.  Quilling provides such relief to me and is a great stress buster. The following are some of the earrings i made the past week.

Happy Quilling 🙂

 

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See you soon with some thoughts or some crafts 🙂

 

The report that did me a whole lot of good!

What is the purpose of your life?. I have always avoided answering this and dreaded the day when it would come flying right into me demanding an answer. Well the day did come.It was today and it was in the form of an assignment. My team leader or trainer or boss sorts at work asked all of us to do a self analysis and bring up a report sorts on ourselves.Easier said than done.Right?
The moment he said this i was stumped.I was basically lost.Not just then but always. But there is a point of time in everyone’s life when its essential to answer this. We were not just put here to be average we were put here for a greater purpose.I knew this but did not see it because it meant treading the path that not many people took.
So then i sat down to pour out all of me feelings into the screen that was staring at me.Thank god it did not have the ability to talk back.Who knows what it would say to all my rants.I saw some motivational videos today and one of them spoke something about meditating everyday.So i thought why not start off with a little bit of meditation.
I closed my eyes and i broke into a gospel song as usually is my practice because all the talks about finding my purpose was mentally and physically a pain. And there i saw one thing that i always dreamt of doing. Singing alone in a stage somewhere. That is one of my dream.Be it in a church or somewhere.Its on my lists to do n life. Just for the joy of it.
I basically want to be happy with life. At the end of each day i want to feel incredibly happy about the stuff i did. I would love to be the cause of somebody’s smile. I want to help people in the littlest way there is. There is no joy to me than that. A random strangers smile always brightens my day.So to come to think of it i would love that makes a difference in the lives of people.
Okay now let me start off with this..the human mind has always fascinated me. Reading about different characters made me wonder how amazing the human mind is. But i have not delved in depth about them.Just an interest. But i sometimes fancied myself as a a psychologist or a consultant or a forensic expert. Yes once upon a time i really wanted to be a detective but then i thought there were no detectives in India.
Restaurants is the next idea.Well that just sprang up on me like out of the blue. Two reasons i can give for that. One is the coolness of owning one and the other is the fact that it brings joy to people.learning hotel management was on my wish lists too.
I would love teaching English to the illiterate. I also cherish the dream of becoming a writer. I tried many attempts at getting somewhere but always failed at it. If not a book i try to be useful where ever i can. Journalism is another area i saw myself in.
I really love doing crafts. It did not come to me recently it was always there in me . I used to make cards for people from all the junk i had at home. That i could make something to gift people brought me absolute joy.
It sometimes really helps to ask the closest of your friends to come up with a probable job posting for you.And so asked some of my friends where they saw me and this is the list i got

1. Writer
2. Psychologist
3. Journalist
4. Teacher
5. Artist

Funnily impressive right? Well artist I don’t even know how it got there but then again that is people’s perception of you.
So bottom line is people somehow saw me doing unconventional stuff as these and that is my longing too. To do something simple and happy n of course somehow find a way to make revenue by doing this.
But everything that I dream is not a fast revenue seeking one and there lays the problem. I want to change how our society thinks and our education system. I feel with these two changes our society will be a better place.
To sum it all up deep down I want to take on a simple job and find a whole lot of joy in it. But the world being what it is has taken a toll on me and though I am slowly transforming.Looks like i am somewhere stuck. So firstly I want to make money prove my people n carry on with myself doing what i like 🙂

Results got me thinking!

The final semester results just came in last night. And out of nowhere I got that feeling that one always gets before seeing any kind of result. That pukish feeling in the stomach came in first followed by the funny feeling n the head as I slowly waited for the pink line in my browser to reach the destination. And then there it was. I had cleared with good grades. By good grades I mean according to me because I had fared so badly.

And yeah lets come to the how did I feel part. I felt HAPPY. Not the top of the world or on cloud nine happy. It was a simple happy. But I truly believe it’s all because the good Lord had an inside job on this. Without him clearing a mountain of around fifty or so really crappy and utterly baseless papers would have been impossible. Faith as small as a mustard seed sure does move mountains. I stand an example.

So why was it a simple happy? Putting aside the fact that it is official that I survived through engineering, I felt like an absolute idiot who has wasted four precious years of her life. In India most of the parents blindly push their kids into a specific college because of so many factors. They forget the simple fact that if a kid doesn’t do what he likes, all his life he is going to mull over it. And the only two professions their eyes are trained to look at is engineering or medicine. If you don’t get enough marks to get into medicine they push you into engineering. But if you’re super rich that kid is doomed he goes into medicine.

And we can’t blame the parents alone for this stuck up mindset. It is with the students too. We always make a fuss over everything be it food or clothes or pocket money or whatever we talk back. But the one moment that we really need to talk back and that too very strongly talk back is when you make an important decision as this. And more than half of us fail at that.

Most of my college mates hated engineering and there was not one day that people did not curse it. Yet right now everybody goes on face book saying feeling accomplished yaay I’m finally an engineer n all of that usual drama. And all i look at them and say is seriously dude are you an engineer? Well if mugging up and vomiting on the exam sheet makes you an engineer. Congrats you are one!

Dear people please wake up and think. Don’t be stuck up still. Go out explore things. Try to bury the stereotypes. Do what you like; you will surely be the best at it. Money doesn’t matter, happiness does. It’s not like I’m different. I’m one of you too, trying slowly to stand on my own. More of crappy thoughts ill save for later. See ya! 🙂

 

My Person!

My person and me!

My person and me!

What would make a great first post rather than writing about the person I cherish the most in this world, Norah. The person who grew up with me , the person I would call up if I murdered someone, the person I would never ever grow tired of, the person with whom I can act totally crazy with and she wouldn’t mind, the person who would be mine no matter what. She is my person. She means more to me than just a sister.

We spent our childhood in a quaint little boarding school down south. We were still blooming when we were scooted off to this place. Well, it somehow played a major role in us being there for each other. She came in two years after me. At the age of eight, I played the protective big sissy role to this poor little thing. She was so intimidated and shy that she would come in the night and sleep on my bed. We both were weird in a funny way. We used to love being down with a cold or a fever because that’s when we got rice gruel and it was a dish we absolutely loved while the other kids detested.

When I was in my fifth grade we shifted to being day’s scholars in Chennai. Being free of rules and constraints was a new thing for us. We bonded over television and girly games. This was a very fun period. We always used to play , play and play utterly silly stuff. Even when I ended up being the sole cause for her getting stitches in the mouth we played.

The next stage was the period of the so-called important exams every Indian student has to go through. She had her 10th n me my 12th. And now my parents decided we needed more coaching and put us off in a place that shouldn’t be called a school because it was more like being behind bars. Anyways since we were the uncomplaining goodie little ladies, we did whatever was asked of ours.        Somewhere through the years the age difference vanished. Norah seemed to understand me just perfectly. And there was no other friend that could replace her. I couldn’t open up totally to anyone but her. She surprised me by acting like the older one and would give her view on things. When everything else in life seemed to be going haywire she kept me going.

 Just when I thought I would always have her. Life decided to give a twist. It robbed me off my prized possession and put her in Philippines to study. Though technology has helped me stop missing her to an extent nothing can obviously match the physical presence. I await the day when she will come back because there is a lot of years to make up for. And I’m sure when she comes back nothing between us would have changed.