Dreams are born, are crushed, are renewed and even stamped into oblivion … daily.
Dreams take birth – a fledgling of an idea,
takes seed in a fertile mind, capable of overcoming the paranoia.
The seed sprouts, grows, takes form of a sapling,
budding into a tree flowering.
Do the saplings always become the trees?
No. Most times, they fall, get crushed, trampled upon, rise again and even uprooted.
A freak storm, a petulant child, an errant ball overshooting the boundary line
Nature’s fury or Humanly wrath leaving it trampled, scattered,
lifeless remains left aside in the aftermath of a force it could not withstand.
Whatever be the fate – to shine or perish,
the plant accepts the love and hate.
Uproot it yourself or wait for it to be washed away
Its existence is sure to be erased forever.
The Sun shines again,
The breeze blows again,
The seed germinates again.
A new dawn awakens,
a new beginning promised
And a new dream is born.
Dream… dream away.
Dreams are born, transformed, wont to come true and achieved … daily!
For a writer (or any creative person for that matter) it is imperative to carry a notebook at all times. At least that’s what the greats advise. For you never know when brilliance may strike.
Continue reading “The Creative Woman’s Dream Journal”
Every time we, as feminists, talk about women rights, gender equality, and other topics along these lines, we encounter many people who are equally vocal in opposing our ideas with views steeped in ignorance, myopic thinking, and baseless prejudices.
I have been in many situations where I bow out of a disagreement in order to save a relationship, which often leads the person on the other end (usually a man) to mistakenly believe he has won the argument. Most times, I haven’t bothered to correct them, instead seeking satisfaction in the knowledge that I was a bigger person. Often I secretly chuckle at their folly and take sadistic pleasure in letting them make a fool of themselves.
Continue reading “A Rant Against Anti-Feminists”
“Hope. Future. Dreams. Hobbies. Success. These are all words they may struggle to discuss at length about.”
As a friend rightly said, ‘it changes a part of you forever’. Salute the spirit and resilience of these women who are an inspiration on how to overcome the despair and hate and come out victorious.
Meeting them has impacted me greatly. Have you had any such life-changing experiences?
Read the full article here and do share your feedback and views via the comment box below.
2015 was possibly the worst year I had. It was a year of professional and personal setbacks. A year of constant questioning; a futile search for happiness and success at the work front and in the personal space.
Continue reading “Of Successes and Failures: The Year That Was”
Last Christmas I gave you my heart
Began a new year and with it a new start
The journey was long and exhausting
Some moments sad, some memories long lasting
A new year cometh again; for the moon, this time, let us dart.
Written as part of the Limerick Challenge:The End in loving memory of 2015 which brought with some good moments and some terrible ones, some victories and some losses. Here’s wishing everyone a rocking 2017!
Fingers on the keyboard take flight,
As I weave words on a page blank and white. Continue reading “From Yesterday to Today”
One year of leaving what I considered my second home (hotel industry). One year of being unemployed. One year of being penniless. One year of an impromptu decision that I hadn’t given as much as a second’s thought to. It could have been the worst decision I’d ever taken. But instead, thankfully, it turned out to be the best thing that I’d ever done. Continue reading “One Year …”
Diwali – a festival of lights,
The story is shiny and bright.
That’s why we all are here.
To spread joy and cheer,
Celebrate the end of a legendary fight.
Continue reading “Happy Diwali!”
Choice. Consent. Two words that are alien to Men all over the world. Case in point – US presidential candidate Trump. How did he even get there?!
Tradition. Culture. Morals. Good girls don’t step out at night. Good girls don’t party late. Good girls don’t drink.
Pink, a recent movie starring the legendary Amitabh Bachhan and other such brilliant actors, questioned these sexist statements. It showed Indian society and all patriarchial societies across the world a mirror. It questioned the basis of those sexist statements. But did anyone question Pink?
I dared to and wrote about why I didn’t like Pink. Published on Sheroes.in, the full article is here : Why I Didn’t Like Pink.
Do share your feedback and opinions.
When I started writing (and blogging), I had certain dreams, of course. But what I hadn’t expected was how close I would be realizing them.
I have a story in a soon-to-be-published anthology as well as my almost complete novel. While there’s still work to be done on that, I am excited that it’s nearing completion and soon would be a complete manuscript ready to be sent to publishers.
But there has been something else that has kept me buzzing with excitement, day and night. And while I have hinted at it earlier, saying that there is some big news coming up from my end, I hadn’t really told you what it is.
Finally, that moment has arrived when I can share the big, exciting news with you all.
Continue reading “The Big News”
‘Wandering Soul – Conversations with an Alien!’ has wandered over to a new address in the virtual world.
If you are following the blog already and are seeing this message, you need not do anything about it.
If you have bookmarked the blog, there’s a little effort that you will have to put in. (Apologies for the extra work but then why in the world are you not following the blog?! Didn’t you know bookmarks are for books, not websites. :P)
Firstly, click on the ‘Follow’ button. Seriously, do it now! You need not be a registered WordPress user to follow the blog. You can easily subscribe to the blog using your email address.
Secondly, update your bookmark with the new address. (If you’ve done the first step, you shouldn’t have to do the second one. :P)
Old Address – wanderingsoul2015blog.wordpress.com
New Address – www.wanderingsoulwriter.com
Nine months ago I was unemployed. A day later I was a blogger and wrote my first blog post. And thanks to you all, I’ve started to believe in myself as a ‘Writer’ and that there may be some future for me as an ‘Author’. Random doubts still plague me. Is what I’ve written interesting and impactful? Does it make the reader laugh (or cry)? Is the grammar correct? Is the story well narrated? Continue reading “The Art of Confusion”
As Delhi or more precisely Gurgaon reels under 12-hour traffic jams and water logging up to the knees, I can’t help but wonder how much we crave for a respite from the heat and yet hate the rains for the problems it brings with it. Not have a few drops of water fallen on our heads that the city undergoes an undeniable transformation. Continue reading “A Date with Rainy Delhi”
Today while heading out to meet a friend, I forgot my phone at home. I was barely ten minutes away from home when I realized this but decided not to go back. Continue reading “Not Without My Mobile Phone”
I have some exciting news to share with you today.
And because it’s Camp NaNoWriMo month again, this news is even more special as I work towards completing my novel.
Before I give the big news, let me share with you a small update about my novel. Continue reading “An Exciting Update”
My schedule in the past few days has been even more insane than earlier.
I’ve been working days and nights, and that included a straight 36-hour stretch on Friday/Saturday. Continue reading “Horrors of Public Speaking/Sleeping”
How have you been doing?
I’ve been sort of out of touch from the Blogosphere lately – guilty of not visiting blogs, not commenting on your posts, not even clicking one measly like!
It’s not that I don’t remember you. It’s definitely not that I am too occupied with my own blog either. Continue reading “Letter to You, Dear Reader!”