Category: Imagination running wild

[16/52] The Diary of a Wimpy Kid – Double Down – by Jeff Kinney

[16/52] The Diary of a Wimpy Kid – Double Down – by Jeff Kinney

I saw a whole shelf filled with the series of The Diary of the Wimpy Kid. I picked up a book randomly, and it turned out to be Doble Down. I enjoyed the first few pages because of the imagination the kid showed.

When I read the first few pages, I realized the level of creativity we have during out childhood. If we acted on anyone of them with consistency, it would have boosted our confidence drastically. I forgot what it was like to be a kid and let your mind wonder to any direction you set it to be. Our thinking is unlimited.

I enjoyed every bit of the book and even gave me the confidence to express all the things that I am imagining.

I would not recommend this to you are an “adult” who does not read children books. If you are open to reading a children book, please read it!

You can find this book on Goodreads here.

Being true to yourself is difficult

Being true to yourself is difficult

I was always a person who never voiced his opinion or his preferences. I always used to shy away from even facing my thoughts. Not speaking out loud already caused me a lot of trouble and prevented me in telling the truth either to myself, let even others.

I stumbled upon this app called Daylio, which is an app that allows you to choose your current mood and then write a note about what you fee at that moment. You can categorize those moods in categories such as work, sleeping, exercise, dating, etc. I thought this would help me express myself in the truest form, but I failed to do it initially.

It has been 100 days since I have used this app and, now I am slowly able to express myself in the truest form. To able to talk to me without fear itself is a significant achievement! Also, to voice some of my shortcomings in a platform such as Medium is a big step to being comfortable in my own skin.

I could totally relate to the quote written by INahid – “You’re only kidding yourself when you try to be someone you’re not.”

I have been kidding myself but those days are past.

Stairway to Musical Nirvana

Stairway to Musical Nirvana

To be frank, I was not much a “music” fan. I heard a few Bollywood songs, Euphoria, and a few English bands such as Backstreet Boys, Boyzone, and a few Eminem songs. Nah, how can I forget a more fun Phalguni Pathak, Aqua and Bombay Vikings? I enjoyed many of those songs back then but still could not find the songs that I could start enjoying and listening on repeat. Now I cannot deny that there was good music made back then, but my exposure to them was zero. I heard those that were commonly available to me, and after I had joined a hostel, I lost interest on something that was hard to find. Let’s just say I had lot more things to keep me occupied.

Throughout my college and engineering I was introduced to Telugu Music and to be frank, I able connect well with many of the songs and enjoyed many songs which made me dance naturally. It was the first experience of other language music, and it expanded my exposure to music. I released that with music you need not understand the lyrics, but you can totally connect with the passion it intended to unleash. I knew no matter what the source of the song was; it was always meant to express something. Wasn’t it obvious? Yes for many it is, but I took much more time to get this.

Now that I think, in the midst of all the drama of having a crush or the luxury of a girlfriend would make me realise this much earlier. Or probably a guru. Being a geek and a person who kind of lost in my weird world chances of those were slim.

After three years of my working, I was fortunate enough to be in Bangalore at the right time. A much better place to be and of course I found a guru. I will introduce him more as the custodian of chill, a good Samaritan, and silhouette guitarist. He taught me the distinction of a legendary artist and other artists. The love for a few classical rock songs he suggested grew over time. His profound words on listening to music without any distraction. He told that we must let them adequately communicate to us. Pink Floyd, Dire Straits, Coke Studio and many others have kept me company many times. With his guidance, I felt the real power of the solo’s and its pure Nirvana!

Husn-i jaanaan ki ta’reef mumkin naheen, Afreen Afreen !

Of course, I dated someone and was able to relate to why romantic songs gain so much popularity. It natural for every person on earth to get emotionally attached, some make music to express, while others use it to communicate. When you are happy, you listen to a few romantic songs, in sadness the heartfelt related songs. I also started listening to some classics of Indian music and the passion with which each of the lyrics written. It was of exceptional quality and an epic showcase of a real musical artist. I went through a roller coaster ride of emotions, and I found myself listening to songs I would have never imagined. For every emotion, there is a song aptly made, or it is the other way round. I somehow stumbled across the right song for that moment used always to find me. Again how? I don’t know!

I feel I have just started and there is more to music than meets your inner peace. My younger brother gave a collection of varied music, and I have just begun to scratch the surface of it.

If it were not for my guru, I would not have not even taken the first step to the stairway of my musical Nirvana!
The image below shows, how I always imagine him. Also added one of his performances. 🙂

The Silhouette Guitarist:
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And one of his performances @ Gokarna:

Experience through natural stimulation

Experience through natural stimulation

I have always been convinced that we need not really experience something by doing it. Our brain has the capability of stimulating that experience and reach a conclusion. This does not mean we stop trying out real experiences. All I want to point out is that there ways to stimulate any sort of experience sometimes by listening to others and intuitively guessing how things work. We can never really figure out a concrete method of stimulating new experiences.

When we do something we do something unknowingly/sub consciously, we have already stimulated the experience. Sometimes we stimulate that experience just to be confident.

This Ted talk validates the method of how I have trained myself to stimulate various experiences. Yet realize the potential of real experiences.

My First Painting !

My First Painting !

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I have always wanted to paint but procrastinated it as I did not know what I would draw. Why I wanted to paint was a question I could not answer myself. I just wanted to do it. I chose oil painting after going through many ways to paint, as it went well with my state of thinking and reasoning. I chose a few handful of brushes and knew at the time of buying it how would these brushes help me handle the colors. With a little discomfort I bought them anyways else how would I paint !!!

After days of staring at the blank canvas I decided to pick up the brushes and paint. With the knowledge I had gathered from random sources I took the yellow color and started to paint it all over the canvas. Suggested color to make the base was white but I chose yellow as I needed white to mix with other colors. And yes I had the limitation of using only 12 colors.

What I painted was with forced opinion from what I have heard from others but wanted to make it original so combined one of my ideas with the painting to generate the first draft of the painting. The mask on this is not a painted. It still made some art and I used it as my FB logo for my fan page. The painting looked like an excel icon generate when you have number in text format in a cell. I did not paint it with an intention of relating it to Excel but I generated this idea while I was trying to bullshit about the beauty of the painting. For your information I was had no clue what the painting even meant and did not even like what I painted. The first draft looked weird but was useful.

TheMask Now many more days went into staring at the painting and the thought of what to paint. Every conversation I had with my friends I was mocked about the painting. I was very determined to paint and make my first painting the best as per the imagination I had in mind. The first draft was painted using brushes which had now dried up as the brushes were not for oil painting. Epic fail.

I thought of the final idea of the painting when I was high on the terrace with couple of my friends. One of them had pointed out how my fingers are magical and rather called it magical hands. Bingo ! I now thought of utilizing my fingers to paint and the idea of just painting with my fingers was very special and fascinating for me. I waited for a few days and had decided to paint when I was completely frustrated and needed to cool down. The day arrived, I was in a complete ambivalent mood and came home only to be reminded my mother to paint. I talked to a  friend and abruptly started painting.

I kept putting the colors on the canvas and kept moving my fingers on the canvas till I saw the beauty of the paint unfold. I let go my fear of messing up and followed my heart to paint. I went on for 3 hours. Being imperfect also has its beauty as I messed up many times while moving my fingers. But then let trusted my fingers to do their job. I just painted the way that felt 100% I am doing it. The final product was out and I was scared to share it initially but then started sharing it as I had done it with all my heart in it.

The painting had parts of you and my friends. It had the colors anyone could not imagine. I had a story to tell. I wanted to express my appreciation of beauty. I wanted to appreciate the time spent. I wanted to get free. I wanted to explore my way. I wanted to learn. I wanted to express my feelings. I wanted to be abstract to show what I cannot express. There was a bird. A shadow. I love yellow, blue, red, white and black. The feeling to be with. The fear of loosing someone. Filled with frustration. I painted the “Layered Thoughts guided my Magical Hands”.

The imagery journey of the imaginary world that exists not to the normal

The imagery journey of the imaginary world that exists not to the normal

My throat feels as if it is inside out. I know the meaning of this, but it’s not easy to explain this thing to someone else. I thought I would be harsh and call them a bunch retards trying to act all caring like parents do. But this is not how it is supposed to be as we are in a sane “Society” where anyone behaving weirdly is treated as an outcast. If I am acting weird so shall you to support me and not stop me. But again you all care for me, so chill madi. And you thought I would go on on cribbing about this. 

You guys are the best so next time learn the logic to be stupid with me. Now that I think of it, small children feel the same way as I did when I was high, trying to kill creativity. Parents should let their children explore stupidness(I know this word does not exist, lest I created this word ) in order for them to realize what are the choices and consequences are. My mind went blank before I could write the next line. This story is getting interesting now, you must be wondering what the fuck is this guy writing. But wait, you read all books which eventually make sense. This is my genre, it is called “High Writing” read it just like any other book and you will start understanding the beauty of this kind of writing. You can appreciate music whose composition was done when people were high. Why cannot you accept this genre a new style and read this book. Now lets get back to the central theme of the imagery. 

I just realized not that mother tongue is not decided by your parental heritage but decided with the language you spend more time with. I can say proudly I truly appreciate Telugu music. Telugu is not my mother tongue but I have learnt to appreciate both Oriya and Telugu and their variants. I am proud of this accomplishment unlike other say “I like this song in this language but my language is … “. Dude just learn to appreciate the other language as much as you do yours then you have the true choice about your language. How can anybody compare 2 languages when their origins are different. We simply cannot. I am listening to Telugu songs which are as good as any other songs in any other  language. 

I have always found people who have a sense of sarcasm are more in deep shit than the ones being on the other end. The word sarcasm is derived from the Greek word “sarkazein” which literally means “to tear or strip the flesh off.” Hence, no wonder that sarcasm is often preceded by the word “cutting” and that it hurts. The more sarcasm you show the more insecurities you have. Sarcasm should be used. The level or frequency of its usage decides the level of insecurities. I am glad that I could watch a lot of good movies which subconsciously act as a part of life and we don’t even realize it that we are being played by it. The kind of movies you watch definitely impacts what life you are living. Happy movies make your life idealistic but then the other way makes it different which you may not like. But this is then a vicious circle cause the mood defines your choice of movie and then your choice of movie defines the way one looks at life. 

A normal human mind is moulded to react negatively to everything and branch it as EGO. The simple fact remains the same that you have already got a scar in your thoughts which you know is bothering you but you will not admit. How stupid is that. The simple fact is if you let it go at that moment and seamlessly you are free from another stupid thought which impacts your day to day life. I have written enough now cause the speed of which I am thinking clearly does not match the speed of my typing. Peace.