A Little Inspiration.

Day 5, Sunday

Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends. 

What makes them great? Why do you love them? 

If you don't have blogger friends, talk about a real-life friend or even a family member.

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This is an interesting topic. It is more like the truth-and-dare game and its my turn and I am forced to tell the truth. And I am too bad at confessing. That too openly and about a blogger. If it were someone else, my dear readers won't have a clue about who that person is but not the only people here are bloggers and picking up one is just too difficult. Isn't it so. Now the question at hand, Who? , What? and Why?

So, I am not just picking one. I would be telling about every blogger whom I admire. And yeah, the reason will be stated as well. 

Dear SK, 

This blogger is the amazing writer I have ever met. Though I didn't see much activity on his blog for over 3 years(nearly), I still admire his writings. He then started writing on Facebook and believe me when I say they are beautiful, they indeed are the mind-blowing writings I had ever seen until he went off the grid. No Facebook. No Blogging. For over two years nearly, I haven't seen a post/write up/ anything. And you may ask why do I still admire even after 3 years of staying in the dark. The reason is the very reason I am writing this post. With a little (little is a too petty of a word here, hmm) inspiration from his writings, I started my journey into this amazing world of writing. Though, I am not good at this even after nearly four years of blogging and not eve close to the benchmark I set for myself, this blogger is truly and undoubtedly my inspiration.

Dear IQ, 

You know, I know and probably the whole world knows how amazing of a blogger/writer you are. The abstractness in your posts is totally awesome. I sometimes envy you and keep thinking, How the hell do you write so fantastically ? Though, it seems you have been busy or bored with my blog (nothing new there) I am a constant stalker to your blog. #NoKidding

Dear Keirthana, 

This person is new to my blog-space and the same goes the other way too. She is a constant visitor instead of my repeated telling that one day she might lose her mind reading my blog (I think I have told her, if not then I just did). And though she claims to be new and learning, the writings say something entirely else as if written by a prolific writer. You got a stalker too ma'am. :P

Hmm, on second, no, more like tenth thought, I figured out that almost everybody fits here. So, I think its better to stop here. I know though the topic says only one, but one is a little too small number. So, what I will be doing is breaking the already broken rule(by me only) and mention all the amazing bloggers out there. 

1. Green Speck   2. Srishti   3. Kiara   4. Maggie   5. Sivakarthik  6. Suresh   7. Me   8. Pragya   9. Kriti   10. Bushra   11. Anisha   12. Ruhie   13. Udita  14. Blue   15. PeeVee 

Oh boy, I thought this was easy. Just figured out, adding a hundred names and linking them is no child's play. One might even say I am insane and dart out a question that how I can be devoted to all these bloggers. Well, I admire each and everyone and their blog and of course their writing. And the reason why I feel that way is because every person has an unique way of writing and expressing their thoughts or ideas and that fascinates me. If you compare with my blog, my blog would be more like a plain text. But these bloggers writing have a tinge of the emotion that they have in mind and that is so damn perfectly expressed. That! I just love that kind of writing. So, now do I have to say I love all these bloggers? Well, I do love their writing and so yeah, I could say that. 

Well, I should be leaving now before I am bombarded with rejections/shoes/heels/tomatoes/eggs/whatnot. 

A Wasted Yesterday.

Day 4, Saturday 

 Favorite quote (from a person, from a book, etc).

 And why you love it.

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When I first saw the topic. I felt this is the easiest of all. And then started thinking and processing in my mind filtering the best. And then I realized each one I know are better than the other and I just couldn't land on a solid ground, Yeah. This one is perfect. Well, to start with my computer, iPod and Phone are filled with thousands of illustrative quotes. And I choose them in a way that I liked each and every one of it. So, what I thought for today is that I will post something that I wrote. No. These aren't the best. Come on, its me, how can I ever make something inspiring quotes? I don't really know what triggered these thoughts back in that day. But this is he best I came up with, ever.

So here they are 

And this is the last, enough with my bragging. 

Well, I can explain the last one. Te previous two are self-explanatory, right? So, this one came to my mind after I wasted the whole day, or day(s) doing particularly nothing. When I say nothing, it means nothing but includes looking at the ceiling or the rotating fan listening to the songs but not really listening. I spent a couple of days like that and one day I woke up and this struck me. I patted my back; no, not for wasting the time doing nothing and letting go off a precious day to waste, but to have come up with that short line. I really don't know whether someone already has said this or not, but believe me it is my very own. According to me it means, if we waste today, then it becomes a wasted yesterday to which we look back and repent on not doing anything. Not just this, I could come up with many meanings. But I will leave you people with this one and probably you people can come up with much better explanation/meaning, if any. 

In wrong shoes.

Day 3, Friday : Things that make you uncomfortable.

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When I first read the topic, so many thoughts came flooded in my mind. I figured out there were many than I had imagined. And I an finding it difficult to just sort out the mess that these thoughts have made in my mind. My mind always deceives me into believing into something untruly natural but a disguise in reality.

1. The Stage : There have been many times when I saw the stage as the death trap. Seriously. Whenever I am supposed to be on the stage, the hour before that I make plans in my mind about the same. And these plans turn our to be the best. Until I wake up from day-dreaming and the person besides me tells that its my turn and have to take the stage. My hands freeze, my throat becomes dry, I look at the ceiling or something away from fixed eyes and I stammer at every single word. That pretty much sums up to the most awkward presentation by me.

2. The Newbies : People who don't know me or whom I have just met. Sometimes, it often happens that these new people are very talented, knowledgeable and highly sophisticated people. These have the thinking level far above mine. So, when they talk and keep on talking about one topic, then another and then another I just stare at them nodding and smiling occasionally in agreement to what they are saying without understanding a single thing. All the time I lose track of what they are saying and then I don't know whether to look at them or just some random moving object at the back. And more over I am in a awkward situation when they ask me about my opinion. 

3. The Girls : With my past experiences, these group of people make me the most uncomfortable. Like I said earlier, my mind plays tricks with me. The scene inside my mind is so damn perfect and the execution of the same, not so nice. It was then I decided not to bother myself much about them. Now you know the reason. And the problem still persists. 

4. Loathers : The self centered egoist maniacs. That's what I call them. Actually, to start with I am not much bothered about them. I don't really care. But they happen to be in my way, walking besides me, and doing what they usually do, which is babble about themselves. I being a nice guy control myself, or else they might be in the hospital and myself, I guess you know. 

5. The Questionnaire : The viva-voce is undoubtedly on the top of list that make me uncomfortable. I skim through all the questions, all the topics, almost everything if I am interested in that subject; or else I don't even give a peek. Finally after an all-night-er, I end up satisfied with my preparation and rather too confident. Then it happens which I have no idea. I don't get a single thing to my mind and I am in the middle of the most uncomfortable situation having no idea where to look, at them or the ground. Not only that, when I know something about other people through other sources and in the conversation it slowly starts coming out, and they keep asking more about it and I have no idea whether to tell or just keep ignoring it.

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And a lot are coming to mind. I will stop ranting here. I think this should be enough about me for one day. The coming days have much more difficult topics and involve revealing more about myself. Phew! I hope people don't start hating me for that. 

#TheMeChronicles   #RevealingMyself

Recap.

The story of your life in 250 words or less 

(or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)

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There is no story a such. But life has been in a way on its own, or let us just say I haven't given much thought to it. That being said, I don't really agree to what I just said. As far as I am concerned, I am still trying to figure out the whole idea of what this life is, what it holds for me, what I should be doing to make it ...say..beautiful.

I am twenty something software engineer who recently acquired a job, which pretty much  no one likes but me; I am still confused. I am a writer as all of you know. Ok. Not a great one, some sort of mid-crisis writer, per say. To add to that, I really enjoy writing. Though, I can give a million reasons why, but then again I don't have one specific reason. I am also interested in photography, still an amateur and learning the ways.

So, my story life has some interesting aspects which include travelling a lot. Thanks to my dad's frequent transfers ever three years or so. I have been able to meet up with a lot of different people from different diversities. I got a chance to make some nice friends from different areas. All this frequent travels and moving around has not helped me in learning my native language. Though I can speak because everybody at home speaks, but I have never leaned to write or read. This is one awkward thing when I get back to my native place and people give a surprised look when I say I can't read/write my native language.

That pretty much sums it. So far, I haven't able to understand life. Nor have I been able to understand love, for I haven't had a chance of it. 

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Ok! I admit this is the worst I have written about myself. Looks like I don't even know myself . Seriously, I couldn't write a single line. What I did was just babbling and rambling.