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World Gratitude Day 2014


World Gratitude Day 2014 is celebrated and wish you, folks the same. This post is written as part of the prompt hosted on http://writetribe.com/world-gratitude-day-2014/ by vidyasury.com

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World Gratitude Day 2014

Grateful I am to wake up to the morning and afford the steaming cup of coffee and food;

Thanking my stars for learning so much from life and feeling fulfilled as I hark back from a past,

the novice that I was;

As a human being, I am grateful for the kind of people who entered my life, changed me as a person and gave me so much;

I feel rich when I see so much love and happiness spread around my existence;

The first time I fell in love, I was the luckiest person on earth,

Thankful I am to the stars who gave me a heart capable of feeling the music of the heart;

Whenever I seek help from friends and plain strangers,  my request was seldom turned down;

The bloggers who write guests posts for me, the celebrated authors who gracefully accept my requests for interviews,

makes me jump with happiness and joy;

They make my day and I am touched by such kindness;

Grateful I am to my parents who sacrificed their small joys to make me someone today,

capable of understanding the ways of the world and a lovable human being;

Life is a roller-coaster ride, we win some battles of life and loses others,

Grateful I am!

To always getting up when I am knocked down by life and never losing the urge to fight;

The world is a cornucopia of love, abundance, disappointment and love,

let’s seek and find happiness, joy with abundance,

for there is no dearth of positive energy and vibes.

With Love

V

 

 

 

 

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Wednesday Prompt: Let’s beat the block together


This post is written as part of ‘Wednesday’s Prompt’ hosted on writetribe.com by Corinne Rodrigues (http://everydaygyaan.com) based on the theme, ‘Exploring Bloggers’ Block. The prompt details:

“Describe at least 5 ways you tackle writer’s block / blogger’s block” You are free to describe more than 5. After the linky closes, we’ll pick ten ideas and compile them into a post here, duly crediting the creator of the idea.

Do not hesitate to click on: http://writetribe.com/bloggers-block/ for more.

 

Let’s beat the block together

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You are not allowed to nurture writer’s block/ bloggers’ block, the sane and mature soul tells me, almost scaring me to death. I constantly think throughout the day and nights as ideas keep brewing like fresh coffee at the back of the mind. Speak about a stimulant of sorts!

When write tribe came up with the prompt on writer’s block, I jumped on the occasion and it couldn’t come at a better time. This July started with a bang, dabbling with several  stuffs…the July UBC Blogging challenge on my other blog (vishal-newkidontheblock.blogspot.com) where I am churning a mini novella, working on a rom-com novel and, of course, stuffs that I post daily. I feel jettisoned and believe it or not, I am facing the block since I dunno when and my mind-cum-writing is increasingly being time tested. I mean, at times, you don’t know what to write since you spend the major portion of the day sketching characters and ideas. And, the worst part is scripting ideas to form coz the mind is being creatively overworked and bearing the brunt of tiredness. After all, isn’t what we writers-Nopes I am not one but under illusion and can’t help it- and bloggers do?! It’s been very painful writing simple stuffs and guess, blog fatigue is seeping in. The review I did for a friend’s short films seems to be an uphill task despite the fact that it’s been a cake walk for me-yeah, I’ve been a film critic in the past.

 

How do I go about beating the writer’s block or at least try to:

1. Pre-schedule posts. With the new job which will whittle away my free time and and the daily UBC Challenge, I am making an extra effort to pre-schedule at least two posts in a day. That way, I have at least one day free from blogging and writing to de-clutter the mind from weaving ideas into words. The mind is our motor and after being constantly oiled, it deserves some rest.

2. Reading books or magazines. Yeah! Right! Reading about life style in newspapers and magazines or a single book chapter is the way to beat the block coz one can never know when the new idea will smote one’s senses. There are certain writers whose style is unique and flowery, weaving dreams in the sky that makes us wanna take up the cudgels. In a flash of second, the block is in the distant past.

3. Scribbling. Like a kid, I love scribbling meaningless stuffs in my diary, sheet of paper or on newspaper pages. It can serve as a fillip to beat the writers’ block and the trick lies in keeping paper and pen on the desk. Just jot any crap and who knows, it may just be the best selling idea.

4. Engage with your tribe. There is no better way than vanquishing and over powering the demon called writer’s block than engaging with your tribe. We are everywhere, on the blog, Twitter, Google and Facebook. I remember once I updated a status how to kill the block on Facebook and the response was overwhelming, with so many superb ideas and suggestions flowing in. I don’t hesitate to pinge fellow bloggers when I feel low on writing front and start discussing on how I can kick it off. It works wonders, trust me.

5. Cut off from writing completely. I am yet to put it into practice. Mental blocks keep happening when we feel that we may not be able to script or sketch something to its desired end and give shape to. As they say, turn over a new leaf and get set for a stroll, hop on your favorite coffee shop with a book or catch a movie and watch the news on NDTV. In short, delete the mental block from the mind to come back writing at a leisurely pace.

Like they say, the secret to overcome writers’ block is to write, write and write or read, read and read. It’s been long that I penned something in my diary which is lying in some dusty corner in the room and time to jot something, doesn’t matter if it’s just five lines.

Love

V

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Wednesday Prompt: Food of love and friendship


Food of love and friendship

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The train from Delhi rattled at Chattrapati Shivaji Terminus (CST) in Mumbai and the passengers, some of us a bit lost and confused, at the sight of a big city, running against time, plodded on the platform. After all, we are small town boys and girls, who were oblivious of each other’s existence and destiny that will bind us together. After all, we came to Mumbai to make our dreams come true, aspirant film actors, copy writers, journalist, home maker, tea seller and restaurateur.

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As we jostled our way out of the station, sweating profusely among the maddening crowd, we were greeted to hesitant and sympathetic smiles and gestures signalling that we are united by our fate sealed in the city. We begged for work and turned out to be dejected as we languished in frustration, cursed our destination to dare to embrace our dreams in Maximum City. We survived on morsels and our paltry savings whittled away, surviving on a cup of tea and Vada Pav at the nearest tea stall. Often, we cried and yelled in pain, ‘Why Me? forgetting that we were not alone, going to bed on an empty stomach as we did odd jobs for survival in the city.

It was the first kick in the stomach and the butt, that never seem to end as we longed for respite and regretted that we choose the road less traveled. We were hanging by the thread and was often tempted to live everything and go back to our comfort zone, our small cities where we nestled in the love of family, faraway from the ruthless city.

Six Months Later

8 PM:

I reached Krishna apartment at 8 PM sharp in Malad and it’s been a train journey I’ve done for the past three weeks, traveling for one hour in the crowded bandwagon. I can hear the teeming activity in the room with voices and utensils clattered, clinking of glasses cum souls laughing their lungs out. I removed my shoes and smiled at the happy, familiar faces, sitting on their knees as the hot, crisp Puris ballooned their way on the plates. It was the same faces, fellow travelers who encountered each other, as they made way for me, late entry, as Shabnam aunty and his daughter, made delicious meals and Puris for us. Every time, each one of us, offered money to Shabnam aunty for the hotly served food, she scolded at us with a warning that next time, we indulge in money talk, she will throw us out of the house.

Shabnam aunty fumes, “How can a mom ask for money from her children? Just be honest, work hard, show a compassion, have a good heart capable of loving and never abandon your dreams. The biggest gift you can give me children is when you make your dreams come true. Then, you buy us ladoos.”

It was the first Monsoon and I was stranded at the railway station for hours and trembling like a tree branch, my body wet when a tall lady, accompanied by her ten-year-old daughter walked towards me. She asked, “Where do you live?” I muttered, “I just reached Mumbai three months back and looking around for job.” She gave a stern look and ordered, “It’s ok and looks you are hungry. come with me,” as she drags me out of the station and I was pushed inside the taxi, already occupied by five faces. On that day, Shabnam aunty rescued us from the angry rain lashing on the city and since then, not only our fate but destiny were sealed by our angel, Shabnam aunty. She not only fed us everyday but brought six lonely hearts together in the city and forging a bond of love.

Who says, the city is ruthless and one can never find love in Mumbai? We found a mother in Shabnam aunty, a cute sister in her daughter and friendship among lonely souls, whose destiny were sealed by friendship, struggle and, of course, hotly served Puri and meal, made with so much love every evening. We found our family as we pop the hot puri in our mouth.

PS: This is a story of fiction and written as part of Write Tribe Wednesday photo prompt, using IN, ON, AT (Prepositions of place) by Corinne Rodrigues. Make sure, you jump on writetribe.com and enjoy the weekly prompts.

With Love

V