A little poem I wrote a long time ago.
A love letter to the city I'm in love with.
They say it’s a dog-eat-dog world. It is true. But the fact that this competitiveness extends to not only careers, but also emotional capacities is something to think about. Compassion is disappearing at an alarmingly rapid rate. “My problem’s worse,” they say, without a word about anything else. How do you expect to live in such a world, one devoid of compassion? In such cases, it feels better to live and remain alone than to maintain company that shoots you down without a trace of empathy. After all, what is the world without empathy? An empty, dull sphere is all.
A little reading wrap up for the month of March 2020 in which I celebrated International Women's Day by only reading books by women authors across the month. I hosted a readathon for this and quite a few people joined in - which is good for a first readathon. In this blog post, I talk about all the books I read in March 2020.
At a time when my confidence in my abilities was at an all-time low, I read a book called Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man Who Invented the 20th Century. Written by Sean Patrick, this short eBook is a confidence-booster and a savior for those creative people who are questioning their worth. This book easily shot up on my favorite list. And I know that it will remain there for the rest of eternity.
Tomi Adeyemi's Children of Blood and Bone was one of my favorite books of 2018. It had magic, it had fierce female characters, it was an amazingly written fantasy - almost everything went well for it. I went into it with expectations and came out so happy (because of the writing), and torn because of how heartbreaking it was. It felt like a long, long time till the sequel came out and now that it's here, I'm here going axhsrytgaoppeefbhhbjfjhusdfuodni!
The Universe as we know it is a bouquet of multitudinous, constantly revolving, constantly moving objects. In the largest scheme of things, we figure as nothing but mere specks. God, the one Creator of everything that exists, made sure that existence didn’t show bias. Everything, from the brightest star to the dullest meteor is allowed to take its own path. Occasionally, there are explosions from them running in to each other, but who’s complaining? There are after all, certain laws that keep them away from each other most of the time. And that’s just how the Universe works. If God is content with watching the Universe learn on its own, how does one planet’s haughty rebellion even matter?
Bronte Huskinson is a lady who is sweet and fierce in the way she talks about books, issues, and everything in between that you can’t help but admire her through your mobile screen. Her aesthetic is on point, as they call it these days. Her blog is smart and pleasing to the eye as well as the mind. She plans her content out, at a level that’s nothing short of inspirational. I basically hang on to every word that she has to say.
I don’t believe in divine intervention by a large margin. If that were the case, things would have been very, very different for me by now. But what I do believe is the effect of déjà vu on the human psyche. The feeling that things have happened before – that you’ve been here before and done it all.
I had narrated the story of how some people thought it was below them to talk courteously to the baristas at a coffeeshop a while ago. But that, perhaps, isn’t the only pertinent question. The question is, do we treat everyone like they’re beneath us if our work is in danger of being incomplete? If so, why is it that we think of ourselves as some sort of a God whose birth right it is to invade other people’s privacy and feel entitled to anything and everything?