The Fly Called Failure


Every time in life, when I need to accomplish certain thing. It might be work of great importance to me or as simple as passing on a glass of water. The perception remains the same. I need to be there for my people. The world as such is a mirror and the more I smile, the more happiness I tend to share. But very often we are weighed down by the circumstances or twists that destiny has to offer and we meet Failure.

In this journey we will fail and I assure you that you will not be able to escape it. You go down the stairs, take a right turn and there it is. Your failure waiting to lurk in like a phantom and gobble you up. But the most important lesson we ought to learn is that, the specific place where we fall down has something great to offer us. That lesson will take us forward. That knowledge will be the beacon for the rest of the journey. So get up and start again for you can never escape failure or death. The motto here is to keep moving, just keep your head straight and keep delivering what is meant from you.

But what you need to remember is that, not to take your failures personally. Do not ever abuse yourself mentally or physically over what you lost. It was not you. It was just a stupid decision or an unplanned endeavor or even perhaps just not the road for you. But what lays ahead of you is much more important and of great value than compared to a past or the present that you are succumbing into.

It is the respect that you earn for yourself is what is important. You  must be in a position to thank your younger self. Take that you are in your thirties and hitting the gym. The fifty year old will be thankful to you for keeping his heart and liver healthy. The twenty is old will be thankful to the eight year old you to have had the guts to bunk your classes and reach out for that dance classes.

Creativity and talent are boons that needs harnessing and uplifting. If you shove it away, you can kill yourself but not that person inside you who full of energy, full of ideas and an epitome of positivism.

Fail and fail as many times you want but make sure you rise up like a fire. View the failure to be as mere as fly, let it go. Don’t hang on over it.And that, my friends is taking failure the right way. It is called success. It is all about the ability to  think, talk and do things alike. Keep a promise and deliver the promise and that’s it. For there is a saying

If you hang around the barber shop long enough, you will get your turn for that haircut.

So just don’t quit and keep moving.

” So Until Next-time”

photo credit: William M Ferriter Failure is Overrated via photopin (license)


For those Who Feel You Should Be Doing Something Else!

I dread of one thing in life- the lack of creativity. If the significance of it’s existence is crucial, the parallel truth of the reality, the commitments, the 9-5 jobs, kids, marriage, college, assignments and many will chain you down to the ground. It will seem like forever to reach the goals you dream of.

But then, what comes for free and flows as effortlessly as a brimmed gloated river? Absolutely Nothing!

It Demands.

Yes, your passion, your dreams( whatever it might be or however insignificant you feel it to be) demands your time, your dedication, the urge for success like a thirsty man on a summer afternoon. Briskly and consistently looking out for a drop of life.

As much as the anxiety is promised, so is the necessity for the calmness to prevail.

It is nothing less than a meditation done over ages.

The sounds(rather the noises) around you are to be muted. The rummaging brain needs a beam. A single ray of light that can take you, enlighten you and carry you through the stifling journey.

I will warn you. It is not going to be easy.following dreams, passion, inspiration, motivation, follow your heart, author

Pursuing your dreams would account for a stigma in the well-settled society. It starts as a low whisper, a collective grumble and spread into a noisy shout from the cheap loudspeaker they use in political speeches.

“There will be no security”

“It is not worth risking your perfect life”

“Think about a stable future”

The grunt never diminishes unless you bow down and have your neck to their voices.

Yes, money is a funny thing. It is extremely significant at the same time insignificant! It will be like walking on a thin rope on a high building! But can you pursue your dreams while doing what you are doing!

Then yes, none can stop you from doing that unless it is you who is creating a barrier for yourself!

There are only a few mortals who listened to every heartbeat, there was just no choice. The dreams haunted them, never letting them to sigh and that is why my friends, many people despite the two-day jobs or the part-time work, they still made time for themselves! And a herd was born.

They have all writhed with time, fallen, quit at times, cursed, cried, screamed and at the last. Picked themselves up, squared their shoulders and got back into the game.

And that’s how games were created, that’s how rules were made. They sweated blood and tamed the lazy body to see a dream fulfill that only they could visualize. And after years and years of practice, commitment and sacrifices, they rose!

Now they here the applaud, revenge taken.

It was not easy! But it is never impossible.

Prove the time that you are not easy, you are not fragile. And see till the end of the journey!

And keep doing what you have to do until you can do what you want to do!


Sparkle- A Shade Of Narcissism


I named my new dog Sparkle. When my brother grimaced at my choice of the name for a ferocious looking german shepherd. There was a grin on my small face!

After all I had a reason to name him that. As I stood in front of the long mirror examining the woman I have grown into. Well defining features, authenticity in my being, the absence of the usual dove-like feminine features. A smile that could conquer a crowd. A perfect height and a dusky beautiful Indian skin-tone.fiction,one shots, motivational post, inspiring post, narcissm,

I might sound a bit narcissistic but hell with the society norms and the ideal pages from history. It is time to rewrite how we look at ourselves. Yes, we need to appreciate the beauty and we are skipping all the skinny, fair standards the magazines and the glamor world defines. I want everybody to look upto themselves for the beauty is authentic, it is formed and defined by the fights you fought, the tears your pillows embraced, the punches your punching bag silently took, the bruises that faded without notice, the smiles that enriched your life, the falls that taught you to pick yourself up.

Yes Everybody should have a shade of narcissism in them when it comes to how you look to the world. Create the world you want with whatever you have, however you are. Because you are not mere bones and muscles and skin tones, you are made of experiences and survival stories.

My survival through my ordeal had come by as a present in the beautiful package, yet there was something missing in the perfect reflection.


The sparkle.

The bright sparkle in my eyes was lost surviving the ordeal. Hence I named my dog sparkle to remind me to embrace and regain the lost sparkle in my eyes and to light the world around me.

I was sure of the birth of the sparkle in my eyes as sparkle came running towards me and licked my legs!

Atta Writer: Here are your Vows

Have I been touched by a hairy hand that denies my right to think? I sit here wallowing at my aims and my fingers hover over the keys on my keyboard, unlike every day a fortnight before. I have been on constant leave, for such an excruciatingly long time that I have no other option but to simply write, whatever I can, whatever allows me to get into the dark spooky tunnel and light the candle of creativity.

Atta writer, I am sure that every writer would have gone through the mean phase of loss of creativity and ideas. So here are a few pledges that every writer ought to take!


Of Course, you need to be authoritative of the designation that you allow yourself to be crowned with. Take the possessions, scorn a little bit, be a bit strange. Who am I kidding, writers are strange? But most of all, you are a writer and you gotta believe in that funny thing.


Stop comparing yourself to your rival writer, dead or alive who are helped by the night fairies to weave a better prose or poetry than you.

Because, well, rival writers are just a myth, brilliant works are a work of absolute immortality. Yours, could be, will be one of those, bloom on your own. Love your works, for all of them are a thing of beauty, a creation, YOUR creation.


Look at nature, you find the most disproportionate animals and the perfect designs as well. GOD was freaking experimenting all along.

If he went through that excruciating pain of creating things, experimenting on them, having them instill their species on earth, look at the hippopotamus and the peacock. He loves them all. Love all your creations, it’s a learning curve to produce beautiful things.If you really hate one of your creations, it would be hard but you need to eliminate it if it is absolute nonsense. Remember dinosaurs!


Never write something just for the sake of it, it would be a catastrophe. Sit down, take your time, plan, replan, write, rewrite but stay connected to your little world that you are creating. You are awesome and hence fill life to each one of them.

If you are writing about a protagonist, never stop at . “Charles was a man in a black shirt” and leave it hanging there! No, not all readers love to have an image of a man with an unknown age, unknown taste, and strange smile walking around until the half of your story!


“Charles, clad in his favorite black shirt that read “ I hate People”, stood in the middle of the busy street, occasional rubbing away the dust from his spectacles that hid the fine wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. Being in the late thirties was not his favorite”

You get the idea, right, improvise the lines. Mine was the first draft, they will not be pretty, it’s the rule.

Drafts are never pretty, ACCEPT THE *@*%$*** REALITY!


The sooner you realize this point, the better you will rub your knees and stand up after a fall. Never submit anything before you check. There needs to be a check on every damn item on this list

  • Vanish all the red lines, error-free…do that and tick!
  • Read once aloud to make sense of your punctuations.
  • Read again for the improvisations in vocabulary.
  • The third time will be a fast read with a satisfied smile.


Never stop for more improvisations after the third fast read, you are never going to publish a single thing with that pace. Do it and hit the publish button and work on the next project.

Never brood over the success or the failure of a specific post.

Remember, you need to love your works, they are the kids born with your brain as their womb!


That’s pretty much you really need to do! Read anything, read everything but never force or wait for the feeling. It’s more like disciplining yourself. You need to write like you need to BRUSH!…You need to write and you need to read!


I needed to tell you this to get me on track!

‘E’…#AtoZ Challenge

So the upcoming word in the challenge was ‘E’, I pondered on what topic I would write about.  my thoughts were rummaging through the vocabulary in my mind. As there was a power cut at my place yesterday night, I had quite some time to think over it. My mother kept a close eye on my lost senses.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked me with not much of interference. Probably she would have been fine even if I wouldn’t have answered ,but I don’t like her questions unanswered.

Mom, remember the word building games that I used to play. I always find ‘E’ to be the most complex alphabet to find words. I always used to lose points because of it” I explained, no, I much blabbered.

Well, you have… Engagement.” 

I gave out a sarcastic laugh, obviously with the talks of it very pertinent in my phase of life; it still helped for the word!

Mom, we do have emblem, engross, ephemeral, enigma, enthrall,

She was fast

Entertainment, enter, exit, ego, element,”

Exercise, engulf, exotic, entity,”

Encourage, economics, emphasis, establishment,

And the word game was fascinating after-ll, . It was the semi-darkness that was engulfing us with all it’s might while our enigmatic minds were so engrossed in listing out the words from the alphabet ‘E’. With the light so inclined towards the clock, each moment was enthralling. Later I was left to be alone, lost in my own thoughts

My train of thoughts often mulled over the enabling of symbolization of the four Asiatic lions in our emblem when I declared the word stopping the time. The Indian Emblem was a  symbolization to power, courage, pride and confidence; the four enriched words were the most coveted traits in me. I still long for them. Then the thoughts take a different route. The route to tone, not that I’m racist but I think the enormous sensation of being fair isn’t much needed. I wish if we were to see the beauty of the souls instead of the skin-tones, the whole emphasis of beauty would have been a lot different.

Brown and different shades of it, I assure you, gives the most exotic looks to a person. Hence the entry of a narcissist and hypocrite into their lives would be estimated to be a loss. Each person is beautiful and unique with their enchanting charms neatly wrapped in the societies most eyeing situations. It is at these times the esteemed lions play a role, looking into the exhaustive repetition of the long lost tradition of racism, we could entertain our own thoughts and be as esteemed as ever , for what is a life without a trace of ephemeral feelings that can make us laugh and cry, to stand in pride and to bow down in humbleness, entreating and engrossing, everything around you would make you feel beautiful if you were to feel it’s beauty.

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Well , a simple game of words brought the most deep rooted insights in me and am I still looking for a word that can enlist the “E” in them. Well, I had to rush to relish my dinner. And yes the simple thoughts were an engaging talk with myself. We all should often talk to ourselves, for deep inside us lies the most brilliant person and the silliest of the lot. You’ll get the honor to meet them both:)

Happy talks folks:) 


‘D’reams…#AtoZ Challenge

Dreams are as mysterious as life itself, on the context that it is over-whelming real life experience. People can dream about flying and falling, movies and monsters , horrors and hell and still go completely unaware about the granulating details of the most important dream. Some other dreams stay and repeat, sometimes filling you with a surge of energy and sometimes depriving you of the little possible peace in you.

Are the dreams that important to life? Wouldn’t our lives be better when our mind could actually slip into a semi-coma state with nothing but satisfaction of the long rest after a hectic play of emotions and physical strains that you have to endure.

Is it for the happy dreams that make us smile or is it for the frightening ones that warns us of an impending danger else is it for the pattern that you draw to know yourself. Still in a haze?

Do you know why we still dream?

Let me take you through figments of people and their lives!d2

A young boy, no more than four sits across the street in ragged clothes and an emaciated body but he smiles for he dreams.

A thirty year old lady, after having lost her hairs due to cancer but before that she had a beautiful family, a loving husband but all that she is left with is an estranged relationship and a rough fate yet smiles, for she dreams.

A sixty year old man, completely weak from all the diseases known to mankind, but his heart aches for a treatment from his family. He is alone on a torn sheet, succumbed to death in an Old-age Home yet now and then the nurse finds him smile in his sleep for he dreams too.

With all the problems and conundrums we endure through the day, the night comes as a knight with hopes, some gives us strength, some others warnings and something more the very source of energy to carry on.

The young boy smiles for he dreams of better living that he is adamant to achieve. He wants to live for a better tomorrow.

The lady with the cancer smiles for she just has heard of people getting cured of cancer, a hope to live and make a living of her own. With no strings attached. She wants to live for a better tomorrow.

The old man smiles for he dreams of the people around him as a family and he has realized that home is not a physical entity but  a place where he feels that he belongs there and the old-age home has given him a family of friends to share his feelings. He wants live for a better tomorrow.

And that is why we dream, for that single ray of hope that bestows from the darkest tunnel convincing of the brighter sun at the end of it.

We dream because we believe that tomorrow can be better.

We dream because we know what it is like to not have any dreams and we would better be dead rather not having to dream.

We dream to realize what we are and what we are supposed to do.

We dream to live in a bubble and smile about it.

We dream to forget it more often for they are not that necessary.

We dream to live another life in hundred different forms. 

We dream to know the answers to many forbidden questions.

We dream because that is a way for a new perception to be born.

We dream for it to come true.

We Dream to Live Again.


Happy Dreams:)


‘B’ack-up Passion…AtoZ Challenge

I don’t know if such a thing called back-up passion exists but one thing that I’m sure of is that we are all born to be passionate about one thing or the other in life. Something that makes us feel alive. It might start as a mere curiosity or just a connection felt when doing it as a random act.

Coming to it I love to read, I mean a lot. Not the text books per-se but all the stories in the world. It was the tinkle series that got me started or should I mention that it was my mother who brought that Tinkle and ignited the fire of reading in me. Well thanks to both of them then.

I remember as a little kid, while commuting to school in a van that fairly takes over forty minutes and I always felt the time fly and it was then I realized that Time doesn’t travel but our brains make travel. Einstein was a genius for the relativity concept ( A bow). Courtesies to my tinkle and other magazines for connecting to Einsteins relativity theory. 

So that said it all, I realized that reading was my passion. I was wrong. Writing was my passion albeit not as literary concern as possible! Yet I still found time to write horror stories when I was young putting all my flexible muscles in my fingers to scare my brother who was and is the most honest critique of my works. And then we all grew up, started to believe that the real world out there scorns at your hobbies and passion. You had to be an engineer or a doctor to make a mark in life and so I was set for the career choice that I was believed to be the best for me and that was the best decision I ever made .

For it opened the doors to a new world, where learning and knowing the importance of the stage, coming to know of the value of friendships and the value of your passions were decrypted. Until then I had forgotten all about reading and writing until I came across like-minded people , Mangs(Mangala) , one of my closest friends who wears that shy traditional name and it was from her ; I discovered the plethora of books that I could read and tend to get a gist of the genre I like and thus my journey revamped.p

So , passion is fine but how long can one be only passionate about a single thing. The process can propel in the loss of creativity as the mind tends to dry up in the same dampened lane. This is when one needs to have a back-up passion , one that supports you, inspires you, gets you on your strong spirits and re-directs you to the goal.If that is what I have to say , then photography especially when it came to conceptual photography was more inclined towards my choices until the death of my camera. Then I was least interested with the low picture quality that comes from the not so expensive smart-phones. I have always felt that they never made justice to the object.

Then what else, when I had nothing to write about or click about, dilemma imposing it’s ambiguous sword against my neck.  had an option , there is always a choice.Find something that you like and I like singing with my feet and contemperory style has always fascinated me. It’s the most complex yet graceful forms that I have ever come across. The tilts , the jumps , and the way you lift yourself into the air, it feels like flying(not that I’m a dancer, but still…) and maybe that is why I was more attracted towards the form.It inspires me, it makes me wake up with a purpose, re-connecting me to the goals, to the dreams that I have planned for myself.

And that is how you motivate yourself back to your true passions and  back-up passions are a blessing to human kind. Embracing it would lead us to the unknown paths that’s lighted only for us intensifying the passion to learn more in all the ways possible.

I’m grateful for all the good things in my life and many more struggles that only has strengthened me so far.In the process of backing up more skills.

Happy day:)