Wednesday, October 31, 2012

NaNoWriMo 2012...

... kicks off in a few hours, and I am all set!

Oh yeah, that's me over there, flexing my fingers, refilling my glass and spreading my notes all around me, waiting for the stroke of midnight.

Read my last year's NaNoWriMo experiences:
Why I decided to NaNoWriMo
15 days of NaNoWriMo
I did it!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

A Taste of Success

They said I could not do it.
They said that I was weak.
I gave up out of despair,
Lost belief in my self.

But One was on my side,
He took my tools away.
Left on hands and feet,
I worked with nails and teeth.

I kept my dreams low,
So that they were in reach.
I made my plans in small steps
So that I could cross each.

And then I went to overhaul
My house that was in shreds
I pulled things out, I pushed'em in,
I gave the place a shake.

The day, when at last ended,
I looked back at my trail
I saw my life, spic and span,
The path of Achievement.

If I set my heart to a task,
Whatever they may say -
I could take a sip of success,
That's certain, I knew that day.

Friday, October 12, 2012

And yet I search...

I'm here, I'm there,
I'm everywhere

In search of that
I cannot find

Which, if I find,
I cannot take

And, if I take,
I will reject

Once I reject
I will regret

And yet I search...

I search here, there,
And everywhere.

I'm here, I'm there,
I'm yet nowhere.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Rocky Balboa

... and then it comes again, after a gap of a few years, twice in a gap of a few weeks, too close by to be a mere coincidence, this well-remembered quote from a movie I had never seen, a dialog I had never heard uttered or a scene I could never envision - until a few days ago.

"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"

Rocky Balboa

Friday, October 5, 2012

Like and Unlike Poles

Some people are so like you that it is darn infuriating.

Margaret Mitchell may have famously said that people who are alike should hang out together, because they alone can understand each other. The Understanding part aside, hanging out with folks who think (and act and have desires) just like you is... challenging, to say the least.

At the start, the likeness - the passion for the same things - is very attractive, very enticing. "Oh, you're just like me!" and "That was just what I was going to say / do" set your blood on fire. Contrary to the popular Like-Poles-Repel theory, like does attract like, almost with an explosion. Add a same-star-sign coincidence to the mix, and you are positively done for.

As time passes though, things tend to change. Imagine both of you always reaching out for and wanting to do the same things; one of you will have to retract your hand and let the other take it. That metaphorical hand-outstretching can stand for any real life scenario.

Eventually, the likeness begins to turn the relationship sour.
The giving in - losing? - becomes exhausting. To be fair, both feel that they are giving in all the time.
Seeing the other's passion for the same things as you makes you want to puke.

That's perhaps when the Unlike-Poles-Attract theory actually kicks in.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012


Everyone is waiting for something.
An appraisal, a promotion, romance, marriage, children, grandchildren, good news, bad news, some news. If it doesn't come today, it might come tomorrow, if not then next week, next month, next year.

The wait is never-ending.
Where would we be if we had absolutely nothing to wait for?
If every morning when we got up we had nothing to hope for, to wait for. If every day was sheer boredom, with no change, no excitement, no expectations, no waiting?