27 February, 2011

Are you a Hobby-worm?


As we get older, life seems to get more complicated. That veil of optimism and innocence seems to gradually slip away. It's so common, when you start working, to hear your friends and colleagues whine about work, family pressures, love and life in general - and it makes you wonder, how did we come to be like this?

Is it because that while we are at school, we had everything going easy - even college seemed fine. But the moment you enter the work environment, a whole new world suddenly opens up and swallows you. There you are in the midst of work, buried under paper-work, or staring at the computer screen, hardly getting up from your seat until you find that your knees don't seem to bend much. 

When you are at office, you don't really remember a place called 'home'. There are hundreds of calls to attend to - boss's call, client's call, colleagues call, IT department calls... the list goes on. And oh yes, we can't leave the 'meetings' out of this scenario. Your mind gets so cluttered with all of this. You want to just go out for a quick break but oh no, there are those deadlines to be met, and if you don't meet them - then, you have to face the music, from the boss as well as from the client. Spectacular life, huh?

Well but anyway, you signed up for all of that - to keep your life going, to reach a certain goal, to survive - many more reasons. By the time you come back home, you're already mentally and physically exhausted with the days work - and now you quickly change into your role of a son/daughter/mother/husband/father/wife/sister or room-mate. Then starts your other life - where the general family/hostel/PG/flat scenarios begin. The servants attitude problem, the gas running out, the electricity bill to be paid, the food to be cooked [or if you're lucky, it has already been cooked].. blah, blah..

Of course there are others who love the night-life and relax the days worries out with friends, food, alcohol, parties etc. Still, there's enough drama in life - it doesn't spare anyone. 


So, with all this, where does that leave you? Take a moment...


Try this, actually there's no need to try it as it comes out naturally, but coming to the point - when you meet a friend after a long time the conversation mostly goes like this [let me know if there are different reactions to these questions]:

Friend A: Hey B!! How are you?

Friend B: Yeah fine dude! And how are you?

Friend A: Good, good, I'm fine... hey how's your work going on?

Friend B: You know, the same usual.. it's okay...

And after a few minutes, you will find Friend B pouring out his/her woes about work-life, how the boss makes him/her suffer, the colleagues rudeness, the politics, the work hours, the headaches... and on it goes...


I'm not saying that everyone has this response, but most of us do.


So, how do you get out of this rut? 


There are several ways to get out of this 'rut', one of these 'ways' was suggested by a professor of ours... Read on...


So, one of our professor's told us that once we start working, we need to pursue a creative line along with it. Stick to a hobby closest to you and keep at it. He said that by doing this, we will still retain an outlet for all those worries, stress and issues that are bottled in us, and also, it helps us remain imaginative, original, creative and brings a dash of fun in our otherwise humdrum life. (Psst... it helps you get awesome ideas for your business/marketing/advertisement plans too).


How right he has been! A hobby really helps release all that negative energy filled in you. This is just one of the many ways to stay positive and have fun. There are lots more, but it wouldn't be appropriate to write them all in this post.


So, be it reading, singing, playing sports, juggling, writing, painting, whistling, embroidering or swimming - follow a hobby. Keep in touch with your special qualities, hone them, immerse yourself in them and who knows, maybe by doing that, you may find a new career!


Like life, not all work days are good and not all work days are bad. It changes every day and we adapt ourselves to the situation [mostly]. A hobby helps keep you grounded to things you love the most - it helps you tune in to yourself. 


It's never too late! If you haven't started yet, now's your chance. Remember an old childhood hobby or cultivate a new one and nurture it. Don't waste your talent.


Do let me know when it works for you! 

Have fun guys, let's see if you become a hobby-worm :)



Cheers,

Venice :)


08 February, 2011

Homeward Bound


The blinding darkness of the night was filled with sharp cold air. Trinity felt the icy fingers of winter reaching for her bones. She shivered - whether from cold or pain, she knew not. Dark and lonely were the roads she walked on - just like her. The freezing winds scratched her face as she walked, without a plan or destination in mind. For some unknown reason, she wished that the world was flat, so that she could just walk to the edge and drop down to the infinite depths. 'Maybe it would be nice', she mused, 'to fall off like that - much like sky-diving.' She imagined herself, walking on a flat surface and then just letting go - and zooooommm... down - thrilling!

She breathed heavily, almost gasping for breath, as she continued... 'Maybe I could be like Forrest Gump, only instead of running, I'll just keep walking and walking and walking.' It seemed like a good idea to her. Hooooowwwwlll... She almost screamed aloud in fright on hearing the deadly howl... 'Bloody hell', she thought, 'dogs can sound so freakin' scary at night..' Nothing much disturbed her after that. And she plodded on...

She hugged herself to the extent of almost squeezing herself to death - the cold seemed to want to reach her very soul - whatever there was left of it. She suddenly felt like laughing... 'It was insanity', she felt, for her to be walking around in the most miserable cold, all alone, without a purpose and yet enjoying it all! Maybe the cold had got to her head and was sucking all the sense out of it. Who would know?

No one knew her, she knew no one. Of course, there was a time when she had friends and a family. But now, no, she was all alone. What ruthless change did this? Whose fault was it that she was out here enveloped in this dark cage? She had believed in them, had trusted them and had given all her love that was in her to them. So why? Why was she singled out for hurt? Why did they torture her spirit each day? Why did they stab right at the heart of generosity and kindness?

'STOP IT!!', she yelled to herself, shattering the inhuman silence. 'Stop it, stop it, stop it!'... she dropped to the frozen road crying wretchedly... 'stop it..' she sobbed... The road glistened with her tear drops. 'It looks so beautiful', she felt. She sniffed away her distress, picked herself up and walked on... the darkness never seemed to end.

---------------------------------------------------xx----------------------------------------------------

'It looked heavenly!', she thought as she strolled around... The bright yellow flowers, and pure white lilies, with pleasant green ferns peeping from behind, the sparkling diamond stream and the melodious chirps of the birds - This was a delightful place to be in! She went around the place, filled with the utmost wonder, and marvelled at the delicate beauty of everything there.  She looked up to the sky and saw a flock of doves gracefully circle the wide blue expanse - they looked so divine to her.

The sounds too were of a sweet strain... the gentle stream went merrily with a splish-splash tune... keeping in time with it were the soft whooshing and sighing of the tree-leaves... the cute, feathery birds added their beats by too-wheeting beautifully about the place.

Trinity laughed... from inside, her long-hidden, cherished and childhood laugh came out tinkling like coins from a velvet pouch. Her eyes shone with happiness and her countenance had an innocent and charming tone about it. She ran freely through the softly tickling grass and danced in abandon - feeling free like a kite untangled from the knarled branches of a tree.

'How do you like your new Home?' He asked.

She turned to him, smiled sweetly and said, 'I like it very much, thank you.'

He looked at her intently, at the same time gently and asked, 'And how do you feel now?'

She paused for a few moments, breathing in deeply all the gentleness and beauty, to reply:

'ALIVE!'.




02 February, 2011

Sunshine Melody


Sing to me,
That sweet melody of childhood,
Of laughter and smiles,
Where everything seemed right.

It's been a long time,
And those memories now beckon,
Of caterpillars and kites
And of scampering like mice.

Running across the beach sands
With naked feet.
Trying to build sandcastles,
Which the waves would always defeat.

Sucking on dusty petals,
And scribbling utter nonsense.
Singing (even if we couldn't),
Fun nursery rhymes.

Licking cold ice bars
In the burning summers,
Climbing up high rooftops,
Without a care in the world.

Carefree and Innocent,
Crazy and sweet,
Those adorable days,
Were golden indeed!



Cheers,

Venice :)