Stop that doodling! Pay attention!

Last month I was taking part in the Nanowrimo challenge. I was determined to finish writing all 50000 words of my novel in one month. I was all geared up and sat at my desk to write . I wrote for about an hour and then I hit a blank. I had been writing about two or three hours daily for one week and I was mentally tired. But I had my daily goal of 2000 words to complete and the words were playing hide and seek with me. Suddenly I found myself doodling at the side of the note book.

Almost immediately all the voices of my teachers and my parents seemed to yell at me, “Stop that doodling. You have a deadline! Concentrate on your work!”  And I almost stopped. Luckily it was an almost and I went ahead to give my page a nice border. Then I went a step further and coloured it. And believe it or not, I felt so refreshed after that. Within no time I was able to finish the chapter I was working on.

Today luckily, cognitive psychologists consider doodling as something beneficial. They say that doodling increases concentration and can also actually calm you down when you are stressed.

And it is

fun !

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Heartprints

 

The moment I saw you, I was lost.

My heart just went Awwww!

I held you for the first time

And you nuzzled into me

And licked my face

As if you knew you had come home to love

 

I had shut off my heart

Too afraid to be hurt

But you tumbled right into it

With your unabashed adoration

Your antics made me laugh

I could watch you all day long

As you dashed crazily around

Chasing a wooden bangle that

I had dangled on a string for you to play with.

You wheedled your way into my bed

And claimed my pillow too

Soon you took over the entire bed

As you grew

You’re no longer a puppy

But no one seems to have told you so

You career around at breakneck speed

Tugging at cushions and shoes.

Your eyes follow me everywhere

And you need no excuse to lean in to me

You know just what my heart wants

And you sing that song to me.

 

 

You are the reason I still live

    You are the reason I wake up each day

You are the reason I get out of the house

And make new friends along the way.

Someone up there sent you

To save me from myself

And when I look at you today

My heart still goes ‘Awwww!”

 

 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge and I hope you enjoy reading my posts here. If you do, please leave a comment. It motivates me to write more. 

 

A Single Vada Pav

Today’s task was to turn on the radio to my favourite station and write a post using the song that was playing as a prompt.

The song that played was Avril Lavigne’s  “I’m with you.”

I listened to the words and realised how sad the song was.  There is so much pain and loneliness in the words.

I’m looking for a place
I’m searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
‘Cause nothing’s going right
And everything’s a mess
And no one likes to be alone
Isn’t anyone trying to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home?

As I listened my heart went out to all those people who were alone and had no one to hold their hands. And then it struck me that sometimes even with a lot of people around, you still feel lonely. Yesterday, I had some time between classes and I was hungry so I went to pick up a vada pav. There is a small open sort of park opposite the vada pav seller’s shop and people take their food and sit there to eat it.

As I looked around, I saw that there were a lot of people who were alone, sitting quietly, eating their snacks.  “Who were they? Why were they alone?” I wondered. And as I listened to the song today, this is what I wrote:

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Who are you?

You sit in the park

All alone

Eating a vada pav or a plate of bhel

Who are you?

Someone whose kids have settled abroad?

A single parent looking for some me time?

Someone who has lost their spouse?

Friends too busy with their family while you have none?

Can’t relate any more to lover’s tiffs or disobedient kids?

No one to scold,

No one to love ?

Has your life too become like mine,

reduced to

Just this seat in the park

And a single vada pav ?

 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge and I hope you enjoy reading my posts here. If you do, please leave a comment. It motivates me to write more. 

 

The Monster

When I was a kid, I was insatiably curious. May be it has got something to do with the fact that I am a Sagittarian, but learning something new was and still is an adventure. As a kid, learning was easy. Everything was new and there were so many questions. In fact I am sure almost every sentence of mine started with a why. Which is why the minute I opened my mouth to speak, my mother would say, “Because the sky is very high!” But to give them credit, both my parents and my grandparents always took the trouble to answer me to the best of their ability.

Then came the world of books and I could now read up whatever I wanted to know. The library was my favourite place and Dad brought home magazines like Science Reporter and Children’s world which took me on fantastic journeys in learning.

As I grew up, learning became more sophisticated. Life skills and job skills needed to get added to academic skills and so there were computer courses and stenography courses to name a few.

Then came the Monster! It sucked all the joy out of learning. The more you learnt, the more it felt as if you knew nothing. You got information, but now you could no longer be sure it was true. The Monster spewed hate as much as it built bonds.  And it left a whole generation of people who were once considered wise, redundant.

I used to look forward to growing old, to my grandkids coming and asking me, “Grandma why……?” But the monster has taken that away from me. Today if I want to know something and ask my kids, the only answer is, “Google it, Ma.”

And I want to tell them, “Believe me, you are not my first go to in a problem. I have googled it, but the monster was waiting there with so much information, that I forgot what I wanted to know in the first place. You ,my kids are my last resort, my last hope of trying to find some simple  ____________.

Oh dear, what was the word I was looking for? I think I’d better Google it!

 

 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge and I hope you enjoy reading my posts here. If you do, please leave a comment. It motivates me to write more.