In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”
The time of hope and persistence, honesty and dread, karma and belief, brought with it a surreal series of change. Break it down – the time into fragments, for each is as magnificent in its own right, a bag full of teachings, shining brightly upon my path. That path and where it leads, I know not.
The all-knowing, all giving power that rises within us in times of desperation – is like lights beside the runway to guide not just the stable but more so, the unstable planes. Nothing teaches us more about ourselves than such times of desperation. I learnt a lot.
Yes I was scared. Yes I was confused. Yes the pain in the heart was ever bearing and the brain, paralysed. Yet every stone that hurt me, only powered me, to go that much further. To look for my destiny. To smile at the sight of the end of the earth and sky, that horizon, which I knew would someday be mine.
Desperation when used properly is possibly the greatest tool we can own. Enough of it makes us fearless, uncaring. It shows us the true strength of our character. It gives us clarity on the decisions we make. It guides us to that juncture where we either rise or fall. It stretches us beyond our limits to possibly achieve the unthinkable, or get us ever closer to that “Eureka” moment.
The simplest formulae to tapping and reaping from even the rough times is to say to yourself – “these trying times are another bundle of opportunities”. And believe in it. Keep repeating it to yourself and condition yourself to just do the right thing, the humane thing. There are a million wolves waiting for your shivering carcass to show through your thinning skin but don’t care, don’t bother. I met my long cherished goal after walking on a daunting and humiliating path that forever shamed my self-respect and yet I rose and came through.
It doesn’t shame me now, to proclaim that I went through the mud to reach that Lotus and the effort I put into it. To have got my hands dirty in a coal mine to get to that Diamond. Life seems so complete now and how I wish it would last forever the same way with no further hiccups but then, that wouldn’t be fun, will it?
Bring it on!
The way I am, I prefer to consider that everyone is struggling and are unhappy in their own right. They got lemons and failed to make lemonade out of it, just like I failed on umpteen occasions. Now here’s why I do that:
This way I never mean to do any harm to another human being, at least knowingly. And still there were times when I was made a complete jerk off. My home has often been a shelter for some people who’ve fooled me into believing in their plight. It’s only later when I’ve had time and space to explore their side that I’ve come to know how foolish I really was. But I don’t throw them out, just try and resolve their concerns with me, if any. When they find out, that I know about their truth, they automatically leave out of guilt.
Even then, I believe, till the damage can be repaired I won’t mind sheltering people for I have, in my own right, done a good deed. I also feel this is one way to live stress free, by taking satisfaction in the fact that you’ve done a someone some good and forgetting about it, than pulling the heartache of the betrayal along in life, which eventually is a baggage not worth of our time and energy.
It’s been 2 years. 2 years of learning, numerous sleepless nights, spinning of the head. 2 years when my mind learned how to write about anything I get my hands on. I can’t care about the start any more, it’s the journey I care about now. For I see no end to this association between me and the words, fingers and the people that use them.
Thank You all for being with me when it mattered the most!
Sometimes I wonder what attracts you more to me, a love for the unknown? A love for the hatred I have for the world? Curiosity for the time unknown? Unseen acts of horror, unprecedented valor, or kindness?
I feel you touch a piece of me everyday but never whole. The tingle that wakes up my sensations, often leaves my soul wanting for more. I get you one finger pore at a time and with each touch, the yearning for wholeness turns my skin inside out. Why can’t I have you more? Why don’t I get you more?
Can’t blame you though, my readers, for we are all travellers in the same boat. Kids, wife, parents, office, home, horrifying relatives, and time killing neighbors – they consume so much of our time and brain that there’s none left for us to use at the end of the day. Still we are motivated to do what’s right for us – write for ourselves, it’s an obligation to the inner you, isn’t it? You reach the desk at the last hour of the day, pick up your pieces of thoughts and right when you are about to hit the keyboard, you lose power. People with laptops can still work for a while but not desktop users like me. Our day just got pushed into a dark oblivion when there’s no option but to sleep, the thoughts still currying inside, the flavors dying to spill out on to a writing pad or a web page. But luck is having none of it!
I’ve been under such a spell since past 3 months. Everyday is a struggle – to stay awake, concentrate, be healthier, see certain things the way I would a few years ago, keep focus on the future all the while learning from the past and (the one that tops it off) yet, be fun.
My irritability around this time of the year isn’t a new phenomenon. From an early age, I found June, July, August and September – the hardest to deal with. Whether it be my bone crushing accidents, to hysteria among the people around me, diseases – it’s like a kill-switch turns on. People die, there are terrible news all around and concentrating is the last thing my brain does. This is also the time I wish, time should just fly by never concerning me with its nitty-gritty. These are easily the most non-productive months of my year. Do you have any months that particularly seem to concern you – ones that freeze your hands, swell your feet, numb your mind for the world around just picks up its frantic pace and tries to drag you with it?
It is these months though, I expect my dear readers to show me some love and be kind enough to keep this space engaged. And how well you’ve done it, BRAVO! You’ve read and read my stuff, appreciated it, hunted down my errors even when I wasn’t there for you…
“You Cooked My Blog“!
And now it’s time for me put some dishes on the front burner and stir the pot to see what comes out next.
Taxes. We all pay taxes. Taxes are what enable a government to run a country smoothly. They tax us for everything – eating, drinking, driving, living and sometimes even thinking. We’re taxed for everything. Some pay it lump sum while some like me, pay it in pieces through the year so I’m not found begging on the streets for that particular month. For how much I earn, I pay 3 months salary as my tax, not to mention what I pay outside of it in Value Added Taxes and Service Taxes.
Well aforesaid taxes are what we pay to the government so we aren’t declared outcast or aliens on a land that we so deserve to live on, no matter which country or continent. We also pay a few other taxes of which one is the tax of expectation to our society. And we pay it day in and day out. This isn’t monetary – well in some forms it is as well!
Right from the day we’re born, or let’s go further back. Right from the time, parents either decide to have a child or that sperm gets loaded involuntarily, doomed is that little cellular structure. All those sperms that never made it, expected to perform, died trying – they paid their tax for being incompetent in death. But they were lucky for they had a safer death. The one that made it, frankly never got to do that small victory dance! 5 weeks later, after growing enough, it starts receiving medication and attention and is never left alone. Just enough space to survive and thrive in. Outside that tummy though, unknown to that little thing with no brain, are soaring expectations. Sons will make a doctor, daughters will need dowry.
We are and were all doomed to end up the way we have. Only a few escape the clutches of their parents, only to end up getting caught in the frenzy called OUTSIDE WORLD! The rest pay taxes like me. We’re salaried/businessmen/doctors/artists. That little brain of ours works day in and day out to earn a living. We’re shown the door for being ourselves. We’re influenced, lack originality, and life as I see around us, sucks beyond belief. Mine does. No other example is good enough.
Next we’re married, expected, not to find our true love, but to give the parents a child that can carry the family name. Some of us find that true love, while some unlucky ones get caught out at the hands of vicious wives and husbands. These other halves tend to have their own expectations that are levied without permission upon those super-burdened shoulders. They want your money, your social status, hold no interest in your parents, and love remains unheard of.
Every single moment of our life is built from expectations. Your own and others too. You want to do well all the time. Who wants failures, for failures are rejected. Expectation though means fear. We keep fearing for our destiny and forget to live our life, the only thing that’s in true sense perishable. I’ve done this for 30 years everyday and every single minute and find it extremely tough to pull out that magical moment from a work day, to pull out of this vicious loop that I’ve gotten into.
And so I write. I write to vent it all out. But watching all of those who wish to earn through writing, I am tempted everyday. I want to raise my expectations from my blog. I want to raise my expectations from a solitary talent called writing. I want to do this everyday and every minute. But am I good enough? I fear for my destiny. I fear the unknown. I fear that I may lose all that I possess. My possessions matter. They’re there from sheer hard work. Day in and day out of doing something I hate from the core of my heart. Nothing I do during my day makes any sense. There is no satisfaction.
I want to earn more money. I want to rise higher. I want to see the world. I want peace. I want no expectations. But how do I say it – I can never rid myself from temptations, for I’m human. I’ll fall and rise. And it’s my expectations from my life, that make me brave these everyday storms to remain standing tall and writing about them, talking about them, and sometimes even laughing about them.
The only way I see that I can escape expectations is to let go – let go off the people who hold us back. Let go off the material that binds us to temptation. I may attain peace, but then isn’t even peace an expectation? Isn’t peace taxed?
P.S. – This is the hardest prompt I’ve ever tried! I can really go on and on about it, like write series but it may get so depressing that you won’t read beyond the second half of the second edition itself.
AAAAANNNNDDDD We’re done! I just read the last post in my mail box and now I stand on top of every post all of you have published till yesterday. Man this is hard work.
The problem I started to face was the enormity of the task that it had become – reading your posts. It took me forever to complete it everyday, at least 4-5 hours everyday, hours I don’t normally have. A task made harder now that my wife has returned from her holidays, so no extra hours for she needs attention and so do I!
The tasks in the office also peaked to numbers unfathomable for single man to carry out. That meant longer hours at desk, and no reading or blogging there. Which in turn meant I had to catch up with everything and everyone in the meagre hours I have in the evenings – which with my pathetic internet connection is impossible.
6 posts in a week, from which 2 were reblogs. I had to start finding time for writing as well. And hence, started the filtering phase. I’d realized that not all the people who write everyday dedicated any kind of attention to me and I’ve been blindly following them for a long time for no results. So they had to go off from my mail box. And guess what – it took me an entire week to get this done. And now I see fewer posts in my mailbox, better posts from the people who seem to care about my kind of writing more than other lesser things. I know this may hurt others – well wait! Whom will it hurt? People that don’t anyways read my blog… well they can wait! 😀
For the rest of you, I can probably say – I’m Back and I can’t wait to start writing again!
“VIEWS SPLASH” – A Play Ground!
Like all things that take time coming into a shape and size comfortable for them, “VIEWS SPLASH” is doing the same. I’m writing under this name since 18 months now and here are a few things I’ve come to realize about this name –
1. It stands for freedom – of speech, of will, of thoughts, of words.
2. It stands for rebellion – against crimes, against corrupt politicians, against atrocities untold.
3. It stands against judgement – it doesn’t look at what you’ve achieved. It looks at what you want to do and the path chosen.
4. It’s free flow of information (when needed).
What I’ve not answered though is the pivotal question – “Is this a personal blog”? I like to think it isn’t. It’s a place where I practice writing creatively. It’s a place that has seeds sown to raise the tree of my dreams – a tree of words. And in doing so, I write mostly about my life because special topics need special words. It’s all about diction. Proper diction can give special meaning to pieces that will otherwise remain meaningless.
What an apt day for this prompt! I was looking to vent out something that happened last night and here cometh the daily prompt!
Wifey left again to visit her parents and her in-laws (my parents) today. I’m alone for next 15 days again but we had a bedtime conversation going after a long time yesterday. Ever since she returned, she was puzzled by my new found love for writing. Actually she’s right to feel this way as nothing comes so easy to me. I procrastinate to levels not known to ordinary humans. I put things off simply because I don’t feel my toes are working perfectly (just a case in point).
We went out to dinner the night she returned, I bought her gifts and we started talking about her experience and when she paused for water, mine too! She had apparently been following my blog from where she was, had grown a bit fond of it. Not delving into how she fared during her vacation, I can tell you what she told me about the results of my break – “You’ve really chilled. You don’t look frazzled. There’s a calmness over you which is helping me wind down too!”.
Then last night, she told me about a demon that she’s been feeding for last 27 years. And I’m thinking how the hell did I miss this about her? Then again, life hasn’t been all hunky dory lately so missing a detail isn’t that big an issue for both of us! She told me how, she has always wanted to emulate a colonel friend of her grand father whom she met when she was just 3. She met him only 3-4 times but considered him as more of her grand father than her actual one (this must really hurt a soul I tell you) and all because he taught her how to carry herself and how to talk to others and things most parents miss these days (ironically her parents missed it too).
Now how does all this relate to today’s prompt? An artist, per me, is someone who elicits responses untold to many a soul themselves. He puts out something that prompts others to empty their own souls when all the while he is himself just emptying his own. Am I an artist?I’m no artist. For I’m no writer (I’m trying to be but am far far away from it), I’m no singer, I’m no player but yet I could, with my demeanor, elicit a response, a thought from my soul mate that she was prepared to hide until told otherwise. I felt proud. I had never had such a deep discussion with her, and she didn’t mind not sleeping at all last night, for she felt light!
Yes, writing is my art, not perfect yet but it’ll do till I can keep my soul mate honest and open with me. I can now see why she always pushed me to get into a different line along with my current industry. Something creative that brought out the good in me. She told me, the way I am today, I can never get someone to like me even if I wanted it the hardest. They’ll never understand me for I’ve built a fort around me and I don’t let anyone in. Trust me people – she’s made her way in already, she just doesn’t know it yet!
Let’s find out the arts of others –
- Freedom in a pen | MC’s Whispers
- YouTube Clips: Daily Prompt | ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
- Jamming | Knowledge Addiction
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | The WordPress C(h)ronicle
- The Match (Part 5) 40 Acres | The Jittery Goat
- Singing All The Way | Knowledge Addiction
- DP Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | Sabethville
- Write to Heal | From Hiding to Blogging
- Xi’an, the Place with Enriched Stories | From Hiding to Blogging
- Taipei – a Mesmerizing City | From Hiding to Blogging
- Broken Dreams? | Tale of Two Tomatoes
- Daily prompt – Express yourself! | myjourneyeveryday
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | benjaminsolak
- Bed Talks | Views Splash!
- The Creator God and His Gift to Us | meanderedwanderings
- Express Yourself | Dragon Droppings
- Express Yourself | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself-Is it Children’s Obligation to Take Care of Their Parents? | Journeyman
- I teach! | Purplesus’ Blog
- Quadruple Threat [Intimate Sessions] | She Writes
- [M.M.X.I.V. 95] The dancing feet | Never A Worry
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
- Building Blocks of a Project | Photography Journal Blog
- More than an Expression…an Extension of Me | snapshotsofawanderingheart
- E Is For Expressing Yourself | My Little Avalon
- My Games… | from dusk to dawn….
- Creativity in pranks, viruses and retaliation: This week’s weird and wacky news « psychologistmimi
- Reach High | Flowers and Breezes
- Freedom In Expression | Coffee With Jesus
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | seikaiha’s blah-blah-blah
- DAILY PROMPT: Express Yourself | Melissa Holden
- My dog doesn’t see the point of leg weaves |
- 8 things I have to say about debate | Never Stationary
- A Small Guest With a Box of Sweets | wisskko’s blog
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | thechangingpalette
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself! | I Just Like Doing Them | Shawn Daily
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
- Sunset Over India | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
- Daily Prompt Express Yourself : Joy | Angela McCauley
- Please Don’t Call Me A Writer
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | Words4jp’s Blog
- Therapy | In the Present
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | That Montreal Girl
- Daily Prompt: Express yourself | A cup of noodle soup
- Express Yourself | Kimmiecode
- Daily prompt: Express yourself! | Go, See, Live
- Express Yourself | The Land Slide Photography
- you keep me at varying | y
- No Such Thing as Self-Expression | Author Laura Lee
- Comin’ Through the Rye | Speculative Paradigm Shifts
- Ex-press-ion | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
- Daily Prompt: Express Yourself | gracenorcott
- my purpose | peacefulblessedstar
- Persuing Perfection | The Ravenously Disappearing Woman
- Poetry that doesn’t challenge my brain | The Salmon Yatra
- One’s Creative Expression | Cats, Coffee, And Life At Random
- Creative me | Emovere
Where’s the traction tonight? On the work floor?
Man you people have a real creepy habit of getting me tensed about my readership! I’m telling you all straight and there’s no better way to say this – visit me, read me and thus, FEED ME! Nothing makes my day better than you. Hit me, bite me, shake me but never dupe me! BE RIGHT HERE. I don’t care if it’s spring and you have to go out in the sun after an eternity. You have your exceedingly capable gadgets to keep me with you, so KEEP ME WITH YOU!
But please don’t, and I really mean it, please don’t ever abandon me! You are my treasure, one that I’ve earned over a long time and I really value you!
Be there… PLEASE!
P.S. – For how many of you, is this the prayer every night, before you’re off to bed?
I have to ask – when do you consider an event on your blog an achievement? Mustn’t I be happy to tell you all that my blog crossed 10000 views yesterday? On second thought, I am happy! Only that I feel so overawed by the achievements of so many fellow bloggers, I can only wish to reach where they all are now.
Thank You people! I never thought I’d survive here for so long, but it’s the motivation you dish out everyday, that Views Splash feeds on!
Among the plethora of things that I hate/despise, one is moderation! And I see it more and more on Indian websites. Are we so easily offended? What’s it all about? And what about that lame and pathetic list of instructions on how and what to blog about, right before you sign up for a blogging or social networking website? I even saw it once on a porn website. Really! What do you need moderation for, on a porn website? Hell, they even corrected grammar in certain cases! Morons!
Here’s what happened when I approached a certain famous blog networking website –
I typed their name on my omnibox and the first name that popped up was their website. Impressive! So they do good. I go to their website, see a host of advertisements, their events, a few famous blogs and say, why not give it a try? I look for a “sign up” button, find a couple of them and click on the largest one.
Next page that opens up, is in all practicality, senselessly useless and an embarrassment to say the least. It’s a page full of heinous attempts to scare ingenuine people off and some genuine ones who were looking for a platform but blogged about contents that may offend a certain audience. And the ones who go on to sign up, feel a fear of some stinky moderators keeping their eagle eyes on every word I write with powers to disavow the blog if they find something offensive or unrelated. I have a question for all those moderators – do you read everything that passes under your nose? Do you use softwares to scan certain words and read only the faulty filtered ones? How is it? Because when moderation was applied on a blog, you never explained moderation and it’s type. So when I write a new post, I know it’s being read, evaluated and then circulated when all I want is circulation. Read it but never stop circulating it, in no circumstance!
When you start an initiative, to build a huge group of bloggers, bloggers need never be aware of any moderation. That seed of fear that you’re trying to sow inside their heads using that set of lame instructions/requests/guidelines is needless. You see amazing talent out there and they all have preferences. Bloggers, when they approach a certain website to spread a word about their website, do not in any condition, want their websites to gain any negative publicity/stamp/thoughts. Some work very hard during their days and come home at night to vent it out and for some it’s their livelihood. You can’t play around with that. They are all trying to follow the rules, but only due to some miscreants, everyone else comes under the scanner too.
My question comes for erotic poems – what are they? Offensive? In India it is. You get offended by even a slight mention of genitals no matter how subtly you do it. Or simple erotic writing? Are these a category that are automatically filtered out. I mean aren’t you killing content? Aren’t you debasing thoughts?
And what about people who yap about politics day in and day out, misinforming people, forming opinions with polling, and such? Is that acceptable? Is it moderated? And if not, why? When you moderate, I believe you are doing a social service. Then why doesn’t your work then include fending off bogus people who mean nothing but to spread false information?
What about foul and indecent language? Do rants count for blogs?
Now to make my side clear, I don’t do any of the above. I write about personal stuff, things that don’t need moderation and yet, I may as well be waiting for a few days before I start using the aforesaid blog networking platform. But these are a lot of questions that need answering.
This also raises a lot of questions about what kind of audience are we, the Indians. Aren’t we ready to read everything and not form an opinion about it and simply say good or bad? Why don’t I see such instructions/guidelines on the pages of other liberal countries? Why do we get offended so much? Why aren’t we liberal enough to simply pass a thought without judgement? Just say – nice words, powerful content, well put, well I see some grammatical errors! People don’t write to get validated all the time. Many a times, they are just fleeting thoughts that are put into words and words can be harsh, disrespectful, violent, erotic, just name a feeling and you have a word for it, well in English, most of them! You can’t keep getting offended by everything. We have to learn to let go until it really interferes with our working/process/thinking.
Note – This post isn’t particularly about any website. I’ve faced this moderation thing so many times in the past, in so many forms that this post was always on the cards!
Well what-a-bummer! I can’t find the post I would’ve dedicated to todays Daily Prompt. I just can’t find it. Damn you WordPress and damn my stress.
But I guess it’s good for me. I hate this practice anyway, of dedicating a post belatedly to a later event which in this case is the Daily Prompt. I notice so many bloggers doing it and they beat us, the regular wannabe writers to the daily post and sadly most of them are bloggers who post brilliantly manicured and pedicured images. All that they have to do is add a link to the Daily Prompt in any of their earlier published posts and there you have it, voilà! So when a new blogger reaches their post, they see 75 odd likes and they think why, how the hell does he have so many likes, remaining completely ignorant about the date they published that post!
Not that I’m complaining, and I have no reasons to, because my readers have been terrific and kind to have handed me their appreciation and love ever since I created this blog. Whether in its infancy or teenage, this blog gets dear readers who make it worthwhile to sit up straight for hours together and compose a post that tests my imagination and creativity. I love you all. And your trust and appreciation is what drives me. I’ve wanted to write a post thanking my readers ever since January when Views Splash went into overdrive. But one thing or the other always pushed this post to the rear but not today.
I’ll say it again – Thank You and Love You all! I, from my heart, appreciate all that you people give me everyday that most friends can’t. All my failures are a push for further excellence and all my success is a toast to you – My lovely readers!
Task #13 of the Zero To Hero Challenge required me to build a better blogroll.
It was a term I had come across a year ago when I started my journey into the Blogging World. And I chose to completely ignore it. I did that only for one reason – I am not here to make myself famous. I’m here to share what I think, to know what others think about the articles, topics or thoughts I share. This is my playground and I decide the game I play and the rules of it. If I have to be famous, I’d rather be famous for what I do than the means I put into it. I don’t see myself reaping any materialistic benefits from my blog. A reason that still remains and hence, blogroll full of commercial articles (to gain traffic and all) isn’t meant for my blog.
Therefore, I’m sharing thoughts on my blogroll – thoughts shared by fellow bloggers/thinkers/therapists that relate to thoughts I’d have someday written about. Following are the three thoughts I’ve preferred to share and add to my blogroll after a lot of searching –
– This post has “Love Yourself” written all over it. This is incidentally what my wife is teaching me too.
– This post has a line – “But don’t compare. And don’t assume”. This is a thought I believe in. When we compare ourselves to others, I sincerely believe that we are losing ourselves to them and their life. Read the post and you’ll know what I’m saying.
– This is a thought I follow and is meant for all you lazy bums out there. Get your asses off your beds and do something meaningful else all meaning may get lost.
I’ll keep adding links to my blogroll from now on but only with thoughts. Nothing commercial and nothing sellable. Pure, good thinking which may serve some good to us.
Task #4 for the Zero to Hero challenge is to explore 5 blogs that would attract my imagination today.
I’ve had a tiring day, took a lot of shit and yet came out unscathed – I feel proud that in amidst all that, I could actually post a nice little observation of my office today. The thought about online shopping bugged me so much that I just got it all out in an hour. I guess, pretty well done considering how much time I took to post some of my other posts!
Anyways, the easiest thing about WordPress is how so many excellent bloggers exist to illuminate your path and creativity. Few of those who lit up my dying bulb today are as follows –
1. This Page Intentionally Left Blank – This guy Liam has a great sense of twitchy humor! You should totally visit him.
2. A walk with my camera – I just love the style of photography featured on this site.
3. Literature & Libation – I’m always all in for literature and anything to read and to break it up, I’m on libation now… 😉
4. Journey Thru L – Just read the about me page on Julianes Blog. It’s enough to get you inspired!
5. Patriciaddrury – Happy, Healthy and In Love is what I wanna be!
Great Job Guys! You are on my reading list for sure! 😀
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,100 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.
I would like to thank all the Dilberts that I could post this year. I could prove my credibility and diligence to myself and now I won’t publish them anymore.
It’s time I take a firm step forward into writing professionally. No such opportunity shall be missed and I’ll give myself all possible chances to grow into writing better even if it means giving myself sleepless nights. Now is the time, I should challenge myself to do more and better.
For all this I kindly request all my fellow bloggers to help me grow into the right direction, the same way that all of you have helped till now. Please keep up your following and slap me if I ever go wrong.
Happy New Year and may all of you have a blessed year ahead! 😀
Before starting to read this, please beware that the post has mature and violent content and is recommended to be read only by adults.
She got ready to leave when another file arrived. She didn’t want to be late for her home again. Oh no – not another late night stay at the office, for they were unfruitful and weren’t getting her family’s life anywhere. Her 2 sons only saw her face in the mornings and she knew that husband had forgotten her touch and she had no clue if he even yearned for it any more. She missed it too but these deadlines were killing her. It had been 4 months since their last bed adventure. She looked at her hands and noticed a few extra wrinkles popping up – she would make amends with all of her family on their marriage anniversary. She would let her husband know, how much she loves him and how much she still craves for his kisses on her nape. A smile escaped her lips and she had goosebumps at the very thought. Her sons deserved gifts for their grades in the mid-terms.
But she had to complete this report tonight. Just another month of this frenzy and she’ll quit her job to settle for a much quieter life with her family. Oh how much she loved ’em all!
3 hours later after she had wrapped her report, it was exactly 9:37 pm. By the time she’d reach home, it’d be 11:30 and she knew a heated encounter with her husband was definitely on the cards. But first things first and she quickly boarded an auto-rickshaw for the METRO train station. A look at the loo at the station and she knew, a visit was overdue – such was her hurry. A quick glance at the mirror and the empty loo and she knew she was still looking dangerously fine in her sleeveless deep cut kurta and her black leggings paired with 4 inch heels – attire that people of the great city of Gurgaon didn’t embrace much.
And just as the thought crossed her mind, a hand reached her behind her head, grabbed hold of her hair and her bag and dragged her out of the lady’s room, onto the empty station and across into the mens room. Too aghast to even shout, she frantically fought with all 10 hands that had started groping her, her eyes and mouth tight shut by a few of them. Some were at her breasts, some behind her and some on her legs, her hands pinned by 2 legs. She could see nothing – it was dark. They were scratching her, trying to rip her clothes apart and she felt something really cold going down in her throat into her empty stomach with her teeth clattering against an opening of a bottle. Alcohol. And then a moment of silence. Too frightened to open her eyes, they started pouring warm liquid all over her. What was it – Pee! Onto her face, into her mouth it went everywhere and all she could smell was alcohol. They beat her up, into her ribs, her face, thighs, calves, shoulders, guts – she could feel the thick hard-plastic and hard rubber soles of their shoes digging inside her flesh with every kick. The torture continuing for what seemed like ages.
She was under intense nausea now with so much alcohol inside her and losing her consciousness fast. They dragged her onto her feet again and she limply followed them while they held her hands behind her shoving her into a van.
They took turns beating her up inside the van while they roamed scot free on the roads of Delhi. She saw people peeking inside the van at traffic stops but no one seemed to care. After what was an eternity, the atrocities came to an end when they mercilessly threw her out of the moving van into an abandoned garbage corner. She was unconscious and laid there in her bare minimums and clothes on the road. As the morning started to grow by early morning she regained consciousness, found her bag, wore her still pee-drenched clothes and with no help available, dragged her severely bruised body to the nearest hospital.
With all the courage and power through the searing pain that she could muster, she could only faintly mumble – SAVE ME!
I’ve now been blogging for a year now! I’ve published about various topics but the most important goal I have accomplished is posting daily Dilbert’s on my blog for a year!
How did it help me and I’ll admit it openly –
Some would call it plagiarizing but I’ll call it free publicity – not that Dilbert needs one (it’s an amazingly true and funny comic strip) but it just goes to show how a consistent post on your blog daily or hourly help you get around 450 kind followers.
Why am I telling everyone about all this – I would like to know if there are people with their comic strips that they would like to have published on another blog? Ones that need publicity? Ones who think that their creativity beats a billion minds?
I can give them a platform for publicity for any deal they think can make my blog gain some publicity as well.
The question that most people will ask me is – why don’t I write a lot myself and gain publicity the way million others did? In my year of blogging, I have often found myself falling really short of energy and time which have killed a lot of my thoughts and hence I seek people who have similar constraints and who would like to mutually work with me to gain a further more steps.
There have been a lot of things that I have done wrong – one of them is, not visiting the WordPress reader more often. You have to appreciate other writers and bloggers to gain theirs.
My own aim for this year will include using the WordPress Reader more often, read others and learn their styles. Don’t yet know how I’ll do it but will try to carve out time for it.
For anyone who would like to contact me for any endeavors about posting on each others blog, please mail me at – firstname.lastname@example.org
I think that’s the best part about writing. No one discourages you from writing if you have a steady income coming from some other source of course. I’ve written for a year now, although small, unnoticeable stuff, but no one says,”You know you should reconsider if you want to write anymore”!
A colleague of mine just left and he didn’t say goodbye – he just said – don’t stop writing!
This is appreciation for me. This is what motivates me.
I have wanted to tell this to the world for some strange rather unknown reason. Writing on my blog really helps me get over my difficulties and I genuinely believe that there are millions others out there who would ditto this.
It’s a huge burden off my shoulders when I have relieved myself from the stress that develops over a couple of days and I come out writing here. I’ve had genuine scars from my childhood that just won’t heal and even I won’t give up reliving each and every one of them every single day and moment of my life. And then came blogging to me and I thought that with a few words I could help myself stop thinking about the shit going on around me and in my head and concentrate more on my creativity.
It takes a bit of time but it’s one time I can say that is all mine. In this world where we have issues finding seconds just for ourselves, blogging and for that matter diary writing is of great help. Write down about your day, relive it, learn your mistakes and take heart from the good you have done. AAAAAHHHHHH that jolly feeling of lying on your back, look at the stars through the clouds in the sky, give yourself a break from all the hassles, smile as you see a star break with a bang, to see it run through to the end of the sky.
I am already relieved even when I’m typing at 5:30 in the evening.
But I gotta go home now into that wretched hell hole that boils at 45 degrees celsius everyday and all my sweet dreams are gonna turn into damn nightmare and I’ll be lucky to even get a sleep if I stop sweating.
But back to writing and yes, this is exactly how you can rant out!