Why You Should Start Writing, Even If You are Not a Writer

Participants in the ‘Write Around Portland’ sit around in circle with a pen and pad. A facilitator begins the session by offering a couple of prompts. The participants are usually “people living with HIV/AIDS, veterans, survivors of domestic violence, adults and youth in addiction recovery, low income seniors, people in prison, homeless youth and others.” The central idea is using writing for opening up thinking and eventually healing…

I never imagined that writing could be such a liberating experience. I feel connected to my heart. When writing, I seem to have touched the fabric of my soul. I could feel an implosion of emotion, of my entire spirit straight to the centre of its gravity.

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How to think like a Genius? 5 Thinking Tools

"Your mind is for having ideas, not holding them." - David Allen

I have been in this purposeful journey to perfect myself. Being efficient and effective with what I have been doing; doing things better than what is being done now.

However it is hard to get away without having an organized thinking models to help you navigate through it.

I have been experimenting with quite a bit of mind tricks that helped me sharpen my thinking axe. I have found success in using and I suggest you to try it out as well. Continue reading

Gandhi: The Richest Man in the World?

GandhiYesterday, returning home, I was all wet and drowned. My soul was grasping for some fresh air to fill its lungs – for it was drowning. Already tired I couldn’t decide upon what to do next. I simply slumped back on my bed. I could only think and think harder on the very subject of life. The very thought that was drowning my soul!

Will I ever be able to live a much better, joyful life?

Will I ever be able to get those I always wanted for?

For the moment, I even thought, ‘Have I been asking the wrong questions to get the right answer?’

Then it happened – I had to come across this thickly bounded book called ‘The Mind of the Mahatma’. You could guess what the book is about. I scrambled through pages and hit upon the most diametrically opposite theme on which I had been so long pondering upon – the subject was Non-possession.

Here I was thinking of how to get those things that I wanted… while trying to read the words of Mahatma Gandhi on his theory of ‘non-possession’. I should have been kidding myself.

Though I embrace poverty, nevertheless I should say that I am the richest man on this earth!”

That struck me – struck me really hard! This wisdom, that I was lacking, seems to be the very answer I was searching for.

What if I could embrace non-possession? Or more so poverty itself?

What if I could want nothing?

What if I could be freed of expectations and subsequent drudgery to claim it over?

What if I could be escape of the attachments?

What if I could also be richest man in the world?

Missing Artists… Missing Colours…

His strokes were great, his colour mix was unmatched, his art conveyed a message. This was one of my friend from the school days – M.P (name hidden). He was a brilliant artist and he was known throughout the school for his artistic abilities. Silhouettes were his favorites. And, to the envy of others, he was often the one who bags the first prize in our school art competition. This was in late 1990s, nearly a decade ago.

Fast forward, 2015. I heard M.P. is an engineer, a mechanical engineer to be more precise. He got married (I came to know this from our school Chemistry teacher). He works at a ‘—–‘ company.

I just wonder whether he draws now or not. I need to explore a bit more of his story the engineer M.P now and compare it with the artist M.P. once.

What if he were still the old artistic friend, whom we envied off? What if he took up art as his career? Will the society be ready enough to appreciate the young man? Will the society be able to accept him if he choose the artistic career?

May be not..

May be that was the reason why he took the other path, as an engineer.

So, how many artists we have lost to the IT boom? How many singers and actors, writers and poets, athletes and sport stars, we have lost, to make a professional – an engineer or a doctor, out of them?

More importantly, how far was extent of the damage done? First, are we ready to accept there ever was a damage done?

I am reminded of the story of my childhood friend S.M., an IT professional in US – he spoke to me for an hour from US on that fine Sunday afternoon. That Sunday, hence, was no more fine to me. I remember of TVN, a wonderful singer, and V.R., another artist-friend, and VC, the scientist-who-was-never-made. As I last heard of them, TVN recently got an appointment from a noted bank as a Customer Relationship Manager. I do not know what happed to V.R.. And VC, he was working in Coimbatore as a para-medical professional.

How colourful this world would have been with all these people? What great works of art, music and drama would have been produced? What glories and honours, would the world have been soaked with? What wonderful creations would this world have witnessed? If only, their talents were unleashed!!

I miss those artists, and I miss their colours.

யோசித்து பார்கையில்

I rarely write in Tamil. Nevertheless I do write. Re-posting a blog – a poem – a reflection (whatever it might be) that I posted long back in my other blog
ஒரு குழந்தையின் சிரிப்பு,
ஒரு குழந்தையின் அழுகை,
இளஞ்சிவப்பு வண்ணம் தீட்டிய மாலை வானம்,
மரகிளையில் தனியே அமர்ந்துள்ள சிட்டுக்குருவி,
வானுயர பறக்கும் கழுகு,
நீண்டநாள் கழித்து பார்த்த நண்பன்,
முதல் காதலின் நினைப்பு,
தெருவோரம் உள்ள டீ-கடையில் ஒலிக்கும் ஒரு பழைய பாடல்,
அதிகாலையில் சாமிக்காக சமைத்த கூட்டு பொரியல் சாதம்,
ஹோட்டல் உணவு சாப்பிட்டு அழுத்தபின் கிடைக்கும் வீட்டு சாப்பாடு,
குடும்பத்தோடு ஹோட்டலுக்கு சென்று சாப்பிட்டது,
பலநாள் சுற்றுபயணத்தின் பின் வீடு திரும்பும்போது பொழியும் அன்பும், பாசமும்,
கல்லூரியில் எழுதிய கவிதையின் நினைப்பு,
முதன்முதலாக வாங்கிய பாராட்டு,
எதிர்பார்க்காத போது கிடைத்த கைதட்டல்,
– இதையெல்லாம் யோசித்து பார்கையில்!