The Writer’s guide

I have come to a point where I feel I need to write a book. I know it’s the hardest thing to do like any other profession or job. But that’s what I’m born to do; to write. Reading various articles on writing, how to write a book? how to begin? what all will I have to go through to?, to come up with a master piece worth selling and being read by the world is a daunting experience but its worth it.

Writing is an experience of something outside this world of touch and feel. It’s what I go through when I write a piece of art, present it to myself as an end product which eventually comes back to me in the form of critical views of my readers. I would compare this experience of writing to being stoned or tipsy. You really don’t hear or feel what’s going on around . It’s just you and your pen or keyboard (for me) and the numbness all through out your body, concentrating on solely one thing that’s writing. The words pour out of you like the water from a tap and you continuously write. Then there comes a time when your phone rings or someone calls out your name, and you’re vanished from the sleigh in the mid air with Santa, back on your feet looking at reality.

This is when you write short pieces. When you aim on writing lengthy ones it’s not all that smooth road. The road gets real bumpy with you’re digging for ideas to continue your writing and suddenly you reach a blank wall. That’s frustrating! This is when your creation is telling you “Take a break”. Either you’ve taken the wrong turn or you’ve missed out on something very essential. So you take a break, a long break, days to be exact. In the mean time, procrastination creeps in. Not that you’ve forgotten about the writing, it’s somewhere in the back of your mind which keeps popping up every now and then but then you tend to flush it out and carry on with your procrastination. That’s when I have to take things into my hands and get to my laptop and start from scratch, editing every line. When I reach the end? I’m done for the day. Back to procrastination! So, the moral being it’s not an easy task to write long pieces like a book, it takes a lot of time, energy, patience. After writing you turn out to be a different person all together.


Virtual reality

I walk, I run into this world of new and unknown faces, young and old, graceful and loving, still and moving. I walk through the galaxy of unending faces and places.  I wait, when will I  next see your face again. When I’ll see your face, face to face. All there is, is virtual reality. The thought of you has become reality. I lean on to see you walk towards me, I sit by my window to see you walk out of your front door. There you are my happy thought which will last till I make it reality or kill it. The dilemma of letting you be real or kill you or live on in this virtual reality. Is there a way out? Is there a way I can turn this into reality, where I can touch you and feel you. Will this never end? Is this forever to last? How long do you think I can hang on to you, virtual reality? This seems eternal, with no beginning and no end. I woke up one morning and found myself in the center of your world. Now its become mine. It flows through my veins, through my heart every second of being mortal. You’ll be part of me even when I fly high in the sky free as a bird. I know you will not be gone sooner, you will last my whole life. Your world is beautiful and never turns me off, it blows life into me, it carries me with the wind, into the ocean, above the waves and into the sky. You’ll never forgot me. Neither will I. I wonder if I left your world, would I still live in beauty and love? Will I ever forget your face if I wanted to? This seems impossible at this point. You are my virtual reality. You’ll always be my happy thought? Or will I ever see you? I feel you fading away slowly and gradually. Is this going to end soon? I feel the absence, and I don’t feel pain. I feel happiness and I feel you. I don’t know if this is it. I fear nothing anymore, I have this strength inside of me. Your world has something to do with it. With strength, you are my weakness sometimes, you can break me just by snapping your finger. But somehow you give me strength which can’t break me so easily. That part is me. Still I think till when will this last? This remains my pursuit, to know what happens to you and what happens to me. I silently wait, living in your happy thought, in your world which has become mine too. Virtual reality!

Till death do us part..

When you were born you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying.”

This is what the great poet Ralph Waldo Emerson had to say about making your life so worthwhile that your death causes the world to go blue. The best example we can see today is Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam. The whole world mourned while this bird flew in freedom.  When life exhausted, evaporated into the air, the name left, and what remained was merely “his body”.

This brings me to understand the value of life. The value of the air we breathe in, that we don’t pay attention to. Every second of our life we are living and not dying. The value of life over death. Our heart beats every now and then; because if it stops, you and me, we stop! Stop forever. The essence of life has so much meaning than just doing our daily chores, working, being lazy, gossiping or doing nothing. Have you ever stopped for a while, not for a second but for a while in your busy schedule or a lazy one to realize that you are breathing in life into yourself ever second. Knowing that your life is not a sentence that will end in judgement and death but it is a statement of endless sphere of possibilities and happiness if you want it to be, which leads to a reward instead.

That’s why it is said live such that people cry when you are dead. But this isn’t possible unless we ourselves understand the value of the life which is given to us by God.

That’s what a person needs to do who wants to die famous!! 😀

There is another saying..

“People mourn over the dead but don’t value them when they were alive.”

Your funeral will be more crowded than any other function you would have hosted. People who never talked to you when you were alive, who never bothered about you or who ignored your call every time you called them will be there. This is a fact!

One side Ralph is saying live such that people will cry when  you die and the other side I’m saying people mourn over the dead but don’t value them when they were alive. Here, I don’t mean to say that all the mourners don’t value the dead but there many for whom the life of that person never mattered. And I feel that they have no business coming to the funeral. Funeral is not organised for heartless people to show their faces after the person is dead.  But I do believe in forgiving my transgressors.

So, my point being, work towards being a person whom people will never forget after you die, learn to value your life AND also work to become a person who understands the value of another person’s life, be it anybody. A beggar or a rock star, how ever dirty, bad or good, everyone has a life which has value and has meaning, a lot more than just these four letters L-I-F-E.


I’m a hard nut to crack,

You’re the water that flows over me,

But I’m the stone, that only molds

You can never flow through me.

I’m the statue in the museum you see

The white Greek goddess right there,

Your eyes peel off my whiteness

My bare wounds are seen.

You don’t know what I’m made of

The core of the earth, you can’t see,

That’s me, the blue and green

This is all you see.

Dig as much you need,

All you’ll know is what I want,

Rubies, diamonds you may find

But that’s not all, there’s more inside

I’m a daisy white as ever

Delicate as a baby bird,

But when winds blow

I become a tree rooted in the depths of the sea.

I’m a lioness

I’ll kill to survive,

You’ll never know that

Because your heart’s in my hand.