On writing...

Why do people write? Two broad reasons are for propagating ideas and for the reader's entertainment. Some times it can be a mix of both but you get the drift. I wish to write too. But my childhood influences of Ayn Rand stick with me and I want to write something that will last forever. I don't want to write something that will be irrelevant 10 years down the line. Or a story that people will read through the night and forget in the morning. I want to write something that will change people's life. But I have no frickkin idea what it will be.I do have a couple of starter ideas. I know it will be mostly philosophy. That the idea is to unite. A dogma which does not intend to segregate. The idea is to create a sign post which people can fall back on in case they loose their way. Noble cause but that is it. Zip! That is where my 'book' ends.
I have no idea how to take it forward. I really don't sit and think about it. Maybe I should give it some serious thought. But the book I want to write might be too great for me. I need to be worthy of such a book before I can write it. Maybe the starting point of the book is my life. Don't get me wrong. Its not an autobiography! (who would read it btw?) I just think that the book writes itself through the writer. And each book chooses its writer. I wonder what book will choose me, if at all.

Creativity

The first question that comes to the mind when you attend a creativity class is, can creativity be taught?

Apparently it can be.

http://www.forbes.com/sites/augustturak/2011/05/22/can-creativity-be-taught/

And some say it can't be.

http://bitskis.com/?p=279

I personally think that creativity can be taught. But it is a tricky thing to teach. And much of it is dependent on the individual himself. Maybe that is why most of the creative geniuses we see are self taught. So maybe we can say that creativity can only be ignited. Just like an idea. The flame has to be stoked by the individual.

A couple of creative ads for you to enjoy!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxF-eXlNAPQ&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0VOM7e5Hug

Remember

I'm in MDI. Somehow it doesn't matter how and when i came here. What matters is that i forget why i'm here. I've been dismissing introspection as a waste of time since 2 years now. But looks like that is what i have to do now again. Sit down in a corner and think what i want to do here. Ill take a walk now, but i know no revelations will come to me. Life is like that. It is not a movie. And ill be sleepy in my class tomorrow. But ill take the walk anyway. I'll try and remember why i was excited about MBA and what i want to do here.

Growing up!!

Previously on "poet on a motorbike" for the post named "growing up??" i wondered how giving up meant gowing up. yeah it was for the best but it was definetely giving up. that was the part that didnt fit in so i put a question mark.

Growing up doesnt mean breaking hearts. Growing up means nurturing hearts. But there are so many. So many intertwined with ours right from the moment we come into this world. And we certainly cannot accomodate all. So we do our best. We put someahead of the other. We redefine and improvise, change and control ourself so that the order remains.

Growing up means taking sorrow with hapiness. My eyes well up but i know no tears will come. A deep sadness covers me like a blanket comforting me. My heart is heavy but i can smile. An almost melancholy. Growing up means nurturing hearts while breaking your own.

The Poet on a Motobike Part 1

Everything comes to age. I think it is time my blog did the same. What is "poet on a motorbike"? It goes like this. Im sure everybody understands what a poet is but the implied meaning is also a sensitive guy who is mostly introverted, keeps to himself, gets stuck on girls for years and writes his feelings down in a book. A motorbike on the other hand signifies masculinity, the thrill of speed and adventure ( though i have observed that most readers/writers do love adventures).

I myself am a amtuer poet of sorts. I have met a few other amatuer writers too. Some prose, some poetic. Whenever i read prose from these friends, they were mostly concerned about day to day activities. They were fun to read but not romantic. And whenever i read poems, they were romantic but far from reality( find myself, love forever and unexplained sorrow come to mind).

So this blog is about the marraige of the romantic with the realistic. I will try to examine how and where the romantic and the realistic merge over the next few posts. And present real facts which are actually romantic. This way, the romantic doesn't have to shut himself up saying that the world is harsh and the realistic doesn't have to put off the romantic as impractical.

In closing, one final line comes to mind. "All is one and one is all". Where there is duality there is conflict. Where there is conflict, there is restlessness and sorrow. Joy-Sorrow, Good-Bad, Up-Down. How many of them can say that they have been only happy in their life? How many people are just only good or only bad? How many of them have been been successful only in everything? All these are not two things. They are just one. This is the dominant theme that will figure in my writings. After all we are trying to merge romantic with reality.

Growing up??

I'd say how sorry iam
but would it change anything.
I'd say how much i miss you
but would that bring us closer.

I'd say you are one in a million
but would it make you feel better.
I'd say how much i love you
but do you not already know.


Growing up means having to break hearts, including your own.

Either way, life sucks

Im at an important cross roads in my life now. On one side I have APPSC, which if i get through, i'll get to be a corrupt government official who has loads of time for his family and his recreations whatever the hell they are. And on the other side I have CAT. If i get through to this, i'll get to be a uber busy manager of sorts who has no private life at all, whose wife thinks he ignores her but i get to be honest and tax paying.

Looking at these two options, I'm baffled. Why can't I have two at the same time? You can say, if you want to you can, but im talking about normal people. And im a very normal guy. So torn between these two roads, I know which one i'll take. But it scares me a lot. What if I'm wrong? What if I reach the end and regret the decision made? What if the other way is the right way? I read somewhere that the price of freedom is high, as high as that of slavery itself.

But silly quotations and mind battering 'advises' dont matter. What matters is that for now, i dont know no other way. This is the way i have always choosen. I may regret it in the end. I may lie down in the end defeated and wondering why I always choose the hard way out. But that is no reason to give up now. Now i have blood flowing in my body and good sense in my head. And I will stand as long as I can. God help me.