Skip to main content

Dots

Image result for steve jobs connecting the dots

Hello everyone. Yep. I just went on a break again. It's like those times when you decide to take a 'power nap' in the afternoon and end up waking up to a new cosmic arrangement of dimensions. I procrastinated. There. But I'm glad I decided to write again. Honestly speaking, the last few months have been fairly terrible. But this blog isn't about me. It's for the greater good. At least that's what I tell myself every time I decide to make an entry. I'm no published writer, I'm no author, but what I am is a passionate amateur writer. Writing gives me joy. I found the irony in connecting the dots. All the time that I spent writing about my emotional journey to find my passion, I completely left out writing. Ironical. Yeah yeah, life can wipe the smirk of its face. What I have realised in the past few months is that happiness can only be found in choices you make for yourself. In this one sided hypothetical relationship with engineering, I've realised my love for writing and music. Taking ownership for them both and making a tough choice for myself has finally let in a ray of light in this otherwise dark night. I call it happiness. As I sit in front of the screen, typing these words out, my soul is lost in the beauty of the language. Forget passion, I've found my solace in something. Now there's this group of people ready to pounce on me and demean my efforts by stating a rather pointless yet cliche line. "There's no money in writing, Ram!". The tears are real. I love TV shows and movies. I'm a big fan of making references. I always find it a really good way to connect with your audience. It's the easiest way to grab their attention. Are we deviating from the topic? Take a closer look, because the closer you look, the less you'll see. Until next time guys!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The End

The title of the post must be self explanatory. I started this blog as a vent. A vent for everything in my head. On a few days, I'd sit and write whatever was floating in my mind. It brought in a lot of serenity, a lot of closure to the multitude of happenings. On top of all that, I realised what most people actually feel. Initially, I thought I was alone and the thoughts creeping up in my head was a part of me and me alone. Once I started writing, I got to understand that there are people who feel the same. I don't necessarily know if the blog made you happy or sad. I don't know if it made me happy or sad. I wanted to write and this was my platform for the same. I've found my love for writing. I've found peace and solace in it. I will continue to do so but on a different platform. A new beginning. Soon.  In my journey to understanding why I feel the way I feel, I realised that most of us are filled with a lot of disturbance. There's a lot of rage agains...
Post a Comment
Read more

Music

I probably have to start using my own images before somebody throws the copyright infringement on me. All done in complete innocence, I testify. Nevertheless, today I felt like writing about music. For that, we'd have to take a trip down memory lane. Was the summer of '17. I'd pop on my headphones, listening to music on Spotify, as I enjoyed the serenity of Singapore's quiet roads. Those were the best days of my life. Though I was breaking my head over what to do with this massive commitment staring down my rather empty brain. * shudders *. Music was a means of escape. I'd go to the gym, take a long, refreshing bath and pop on my headphones. Such pain my ears have been subjected to. When summer was about to come to an end, I had but one thing to request. Wake me up when September ends. I'm very specific about capitalising. The internet is a mean and dark place filled with critics. I'm not taking my chances. On a lighter note, fast-forward to winter, ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Part That Lived

Having just finished performing at the international music festival, a heavy hearted Karan found his way back to his room. The grip on his guitar was loosening and his heart beating fast. Flashes of her face is all that he could see. His eyes still held love for her. The one that left him 7 years back. His heartbeat, racing like a horse, knew nothing but the love for her. He had grown tired. People walking past were patting him, congratulating him for the stellar performance on stage. His dream had finally come true. He could now look up at the skies and tell the world beyond that he had moved on. As he walked into his room, placing his guitar on the table, he crashed into the bed. As the night grew older, the strings of his guitar told his story. The story of a young boy whose only mistake was the love he had. All the years they spent together snapped in one instant just like the strings of the guitar. How worn out it had become. The night was still young, reminiscent of all the sle...
Post a Comment
Read more