Tag: passion

the true heir (1/4)

The 21-year old didn’t hesitate to take an extra glass of alcohol.

“College is an addiction, isn’t it?” he let his sharp voice to spread evenly among his friends.  It was on a twilight day that the three graduates decide to share their happiness.

“Just half a glass and now, he is on…” Said the other, with a chuckle.

“Addiction…Huh?” she finally asked, submitting to the temptation.

“Don’t encourage him.”

“Come on, let’s play a game. Explain it to us and if you can’t convince…” As she struck with words to fall out,

“Convince you. I don’t need to.” He continued, “Let’s make a toast.”

“Before anything, I would like to suggest you something…” his friend continued, “I know you want to be a writer. I know your knowledge to reform make you say crazy. Remember, we live in a crazy world where neither is ambitious nor encouraging. The system was always corrupted and people who would try probably end in a bad shape. I know your rush as hormones at this age but….”

His friend changed his posture and continued,” I once knew a friend very much like the passion of yours. An exact same ambition yet he isn’t wise enough to take my advice. He went around raising his collar to find his goals and now, you won’t believe me the position he’s in. He finally said that I am right. I am not saying that as a victory to me, but it’s just a good foresight. Everyone isn’t aimless, look at our friend…” he pointed his hand to her.

“Don’t bring my reasons…”

“No. It’s not an embarrassment to make a right choice. Besides, who am I to judge you. I am not offending you, my friend. But you must be able to grasp the reality of the situation. And for the toast,

‘To us for making money’.” said his friend.

“Fancy that…” she said, clipping their glasses.

The third one finally raised his glass and said,

“Sure.”

 

-Cont’d

-Thank you for reading.

#while i’m away…

Once I’ve read that when little things make you happy, you can seek a paradise in yourself. Though I couldn’t map an exact context of the read, it had a great impact on me.  How couldn’t they…?

Writing a novel is more like a sailing a small boat in the middle of an ocean. Nobody would challenge you yet your free will entice you. It might be a passion, but more of the credit belongs to positivity. Although passion might make you row for several hours, a slight desperation for an invisible target would get you disappointed. Whether you find yourself as a Gulliver on the other side or not, It wouldn’t matter. A writer must always keep writing.  How couldn’t they…?

I have started my journey about a year ago, in a small boat with a strong arm. It is about the journey of a reporter and her boy in a chaotic world. While I am away, writing a piece of my novel, she called me after a long time. The character of which the ‘reporter’ is based on.., The brief moments of her talk made me realize that those little things weren’t just a coincidence.

…….

Thank you for reading…

And I took the liberty to compose the first Kindle edition on few of my short stories.

 

 

 

#how I found ‘Captains courageous’

We always feel lucky to see the part of the world that inspires us.

I must say that I am quite grateful to breathe and see the works of David Fincher. Maybe he has captured every situation of our lives.

I happened to rush down four stairs of our office building on the evening of July the 12th. As the memory pushed me to remember my forgotten charger, I have no chance but to climb the stairs. It took another half an hour as my boss insisted on listening to his brilliant idea. As I have an enough comfort to leave the building,

Poets would have described the evening as calm as still water until it went cats and dogs. It came to a halt only to show me that I had no money in my pockets. I walked to the nearest ATM and as it was a late evening, it consists of notes worth two thousand rupees. My eyes left the calm mood and began to find a way to get enough money for bus fare. It found the nearest bookstore midst the soaking weather,

“What do you want, brother..?” A young man asked, only after he removed his headset.

“Uh…That book” directed to the extreme left.

The shopkeeper gave a smile at the two thousand rupee note in my hand for a book worth about fifty rupees.

“You could’ve asked for a change,..” he said to me while I was leaving the store.

That is how I’ve got Rudyard Kipling’s Captain’s Courageous and the currency notes suitable for my bus fare…

Only If I haven’t forgotten the charger,

Only If the ATM had one more hundred currency left,

Only If I haven’t had an impression that no one would give me a change for two thousand rupee note,

Only If I haven’t been kind to offer thirty rupees to a beggar on the morning run,

I wouldn’t have got the book.

It is an exact replica of a scene from the 2008 movie named ‘The curious case of Benjamin Button’ directed by David Fincher.

The book isn’t the greatest read but the process is…

To think of various perceptions and get to know the importance of every moment…

I began to think that it might be how I’ve started to write quarterly stories.

 

Thank you for reading…

 

#this is a good day to start…

So happened on the night of February, the 17th.

I find myself asking the same question for the past few days.

“Can I become a writer? ”

I hardly wrote a dozen articles and a story(to develop into a novel). The inertia of motion is always greater than any force thereafter. Comments on my life from others is never a concern. But emotions are the dangerous thing. I am always aware of what they can lead to.

Events that happened in my life triggered the possibilities. After 20 years of being a survivor on earth, I finally found that there is a life. Life before death as a virtue of joy. There happen to be a zillion possibilities to end a life but one possibility to lead a life. A life with no regrets. The perspective of people always mention differences in possibilities of life, but they all unite under one community.

The process of doing the work I respect may be the best religion found so far. Hitherto,  I decided to write as much as I intend to.

I may not find a suitable answer to my question. But I certainly can enjoy the journey awaiting ahead.

Thank you for reading….