Sanghamitraa, The Girl Who Writes.....🌸🦋

Nowadays we often hear the news like people of different states giving importance to their respective regional languages, dialects, etc. They also end up fighting, abusing, dictating others, go on strikes and get unnecessarily media's attention only to establish ‘their’ language's importance in ‘their’ land. It may be ok in a particular sense, but it doesn’t give complete justice. It directly hampers everyone’s freedom of speech and indirectly demolishes entire freedom, which our Indian Constitution has given us long back, to be precise nearly 70 years back. But these so-called language preservation activists often forget that while nurturing their own regional languages they eventually end up hampering the other person’s vernacular. Imagine a situation – A family in a neighbourhood enjoying delicious IDLI SAMBHAR in the breakfast. Another family happens to come there & ask them why are they eating IDLI  SAMBHAR?  Why not PURANPOLI ? One of them even insist them to put asid

Today is 28 September 2020. The month of October will begin in 2 days. If it was all well than as a regular student of 12th standard, I would have filled my HSC Board exam form by now.  Presently I am prepared for nothing.  And absolutely clueless about everything. My regular Formal Academic year of college has not even begun yet.  Studies, Notes, Practice tests- late night study, early morning revision, everything is at a standstill.  And I'm unprepared for everything.  To study or not to study, to prepare or not to prepare, is the question! Preparation!  How important this process is, in a person's life. We have to prepare all the time for so many things, knowingly unknowingly. We are used to do all this.  We plan these & that, so many things. And sometimes there is  pre-preparation also. Some people are fully prepared with things every time everywhere and some are happily unplanned & unprepared.  A person's entry into this world itself is planned. There are Some

Last Sunday I was just feeling a bit lazy. Sundays are for laziness but what to do…… Nowadays to me, everyday is equivalent to Sunday. Whatever you may say….. work from home, study from home, we lack that vibe which we had before… Usually I feel fresh in the morning as I do my daily routine things…But that day I was In a lethargic, listless, languorous mood. So instantly I decided to watch some great movies and relax.  In short my Sunday was well spent, doing nothing much. Everything and everyone runs on their OWN MOOD . It's just the matter of  mood. What we do, what we think, what we see, what we feel, how we react, how we reply, how we speak, our body language, completely depends on our mood. Now I’m writing this because I just felt, I should write this. I’m in a mood to write. I’m in the mood to just sit calmly and pour my thoughts down. We cannot be in our best mood always... According to W. Somerset Maugham, 'Only a mediocre person is always at his best' Everyone fee

Recently I came across the term creative thinking in one of the psychology books. It had many sub-points and one such certain point grabbed my attention. The term was INCUBATION . Now what does incubation exactly mean? It is not at all a strenuous, arduous or onerous Psychological term. It is a phase which everybody feels somewhere sometimes. And I certainly felt that this is it what I was feeling; I was going through. A writer, an artist, a chef, a songwriter, lyricist, editor, any creative person, or just a scribbler like me first starts working on the project but after working for hours we may not get that vibe, that aura, that solution, that exact thing which we are in search of for our project. This initial failure leads to the incubation stage. In this stage we firstly start to avoid doing our work or even may think of giving up. We start focusing on other things which catch our attention and which are usually unrelated to the problem. (Wise words of self experience!) But initi

It’s so difficult to write.... Everyone feels this, sometimes. From great authors, legends, editors, poets, columnists, freelancers, scribblers like me and also those who can’t write their answers in exam. Almost EVERYONE..... In my case, it’s just that I have many things in my mind. Many things which I have to describe, narrate, recall, recount, express....  I decide – Yes, this is it and I’m going to write it now. But after really and finally writing it I feel – What the hell, how awful have I written, was this that I wished to write actually, I’m so bad at it, blah, blah, blah...... This is the time when frustration covers up. It is said that if you want to write, if you want words to come to you easily from the core of your heart, if you want to dress up the naked blank pages with your designer writing than you have to READ a LOT.  From classics, bestsellers, flops, good ones & bad ones, interesting as well as boring you have to read them and see how they are, what is in them t

“I need My SPACE” Many a times our inner, subconscious mind craves for it - ‘My SPACE’  An area which is otherwise empty but your presence makes it special, your simply being there, gives a meaning to it. It’s only yours. It’s between you & you alone. A place where you feel free, calm, stress-free, at peace, at ease from your everyday chaotic schedule.  When we are engaged with our life, we receive & accept it as it is. We all are so much into working, completing never-ending to-do lists that we sometimes forget that we should also be with ourselves, we need to discover ourselves.  May be this space changes as the person grows up. It’s a playground when you are a kid. It’s your college when you are a teen. A quiet corner of home for an adult. It can be just anything. Your very ‘own’ place, making you feel safe, serene, free and happy.  Being at home, with family, close friends makes us feel complete. Yes, we can be ourselves wherever we go. Sometimes, in fact many a times, we d

Are you CENSORIOUS? We may deny. But we all are.  Sometimes or all the time. The word sounds too creepy.... In our lucid language it simply means, the one who finds faults in others; who is critical; one who forms opinions; one who is particularly judgemental.  Knowingly, unknowingly, we all judge others. We realise it and most of the times we don't.  Is it fair to judge others? We hardly realise our own mistake and we are all get set ready with our comments all the time. We forget that how much do we know about the person or the incident? What exactly the person is going through; the circumstances, the trauma etc.. We overlook all this facts and start labelling... If the person is reserved he is an introvert; if one is cool with everyone, he is an extrovert; if one cannot express his views, he is timid; if one can't stand for himself, he is helpless; if one is mentally disturbed, then he is depressed......blah blah blah… First impression is the last impression - go

Sky….. I find it very attractive, fascinating. I stare it whenever I am free, in the evenings. And the pretty patterns of the clouds,  so elegant do they look! The sight looks so surreal, that it soothes me to the core. I look at the sky often….. it calms me when I am tense, heals me, soothes me in pain, chills me down in anger and delights me in happy mood….. That’s it’s magic! I call it SKY ADMIRING…. The different shades of pink, violet, purple, orange and many others.  All these myriad shades in different seasons... warm & sunny in Summer, dramatic dark during the Monsoon. Sometimes gray, empty hazy, black predawn, painfully blue, pale rainy, coppery cloudy, softly moonlit, evenly white, washed-out gray, pensive & peaceful, absolutely cloudless... Where do these colours come from? Is it only me or someone else also sees and feels the same like me. What do these images and shapes try to tell me ? I need to know. It urges me to take snaps of the sky. This one was

I was at home.  Almost three months... Over 100 days. This was the lockdown period. There wasn't any chance to go outside.  And probably if you could, you had to dress like a warrior. Wear all those new accessories mainly the face MASK.  Yes, it's the lockdown gain in vain.  A gift to all. The face mask has given a common look to everyone. A common man look, maybe.  But I also think that the mask has snatched away our identity, Our face. And yes, our smile, of course.  But that doesn't matter.  After all, we smile to make others happy along with ourselves.  Now, let's smile to make ourselves happy. Nevertheless, beneath our mask.  For me, was this lockdown time a period to do nothing? Was it really so? I Ponder, I think. I wonder, and blink.  Auh!  It's really tough to decide.  There were things which I did try, like cooking, painting, sketching, photography, gardening, observing, listening, reading, scribbling some stuff, (just like I am doing it right now.)  But t