But at the very beginning
Before I was anything…
I just ‘was’.
a being with the sole purpose of being
The one who knew nothing
And the wisest thing I’ve ever been
So I read this book by Paul Arden a few days back, and I’m still in an absolutely inspired mood. Paul, being an advertising legend, writes from experience and makes this book so much interesting.
There were a few new takeaways for me. And there were a lot of those well established wisdom such as: take risks, work hard, be curious, keep failing, make mistakes, yadda yadda. You know, right? The sort of wisdom that must be sent into our subconscious time and again to make them a habit.
In any case, it’s not that long a book, so a quick repeat wisdom wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?
The rest of the blog post is about those few reviews that really put me off.
I’m surprised by a few remarks about this book being repetitive. More specifically, people seem disappointed by the recurring nature of the advice in “these kind of books”.
And while I agree to that remark in particular, I strongly stand against their tone of disrespect toward the book and the author.
Honestly, what else do you expect? Most successful people share a similar characteristics and, one way or another, go on to face similar adversities which they overcome with similar sort of mentality and actions — no matter what their industry or field may be.
And, perhaps, we are forgetting the whole point of reading “these” books. We read them because they are insights into the mind of the authors. Authors who are legends of their respective field.
We read to understand their thinking process, their beliefs, their values.
The authors provide us ‘mentorship’ through these books.
And do you reject being mentored by great minds, the legends, just because you’ve heard their “advice” somewhere else?
And that’s all there is to my rant. Thank you for listening.
There is a popular lore in our culture.
My father told it to me in my early childhood.
But I hadn’t grasped its true value until he repeated it a few days ago.
It goes like this (very shortly):
There is a man lying on a chautara (a cement platform built under the shade of a tree for travelers to rest), eyes closed.
Some time later, a drunkard happens to pass by the man.
He sees the lying man and smirks. “Hah! What a waste!” he says. “Could have waited for the nightfall, at least!” He clicks his tongue and passes.
After the drunkard, comes a great sage.
He observes the man and says out loud, “Behold! The great one. Unperturbed in his meditation!” He bows before the lying man and passes on.
A while later, a common village doctor arrives at the chautara.
He looks at the lying man and, nervously, looks around. “Poor man! Must have fainted from heat, and no one’s around to help him! I hope he’s not dead!”
There is another popular story that sends out a similar message, and I’m sure you must have read it.
It’s titled “Blind Men and the Elephant” and there are many versions of it. Here’s John Godfrey Saxon’s version.
The message of both these stories are simple yet priceless.
Our interpretation of the world depends largely upon our life experiences, our sense of perception.
So the next time, before you reach to an absolute conclusion, think it over from all angles.
Remain open to the idea that you do not know everything.
No one does.
Each culture has its own lore that is built to impart moral values to children. Sometimes, we tell such stories but fail to impart the essential moral.
If your culture has such unique lores and you can find a link to it, I invite you to share! It would be enlightening to read them. 🙂
“To be conscious that you are ignorant of the facts is a great step to knowledge.”
Plant the seed of ignorance
It inspires us to ask
Questions that truly matter
Questions that often go amiss
Or even the wrong ones!
It gives us
More than knowledge
It grows us
The tree of wisdom!
Today’s scribble is a consequence of this article I stumbled upon. If you have time, do give it a read.
Also. Sorry for a slight delay in the new post… but it’s been those kind of days… 🙂
Happy work days!
Today, I want to tell you about the Mystery Man.
I call him so because I don’t know him much.
I only see him.
I think he must be around 70 years.
Why does his age matter more than any of his other description?
Because in this part of the world, where getting over 60 is automatically assumed as a period to rest on your laurels, the Mystery Man is here to learn something new. Something completely alien.
Something complicated and difficult even for us — the so called young ones.
He is here to learn 3D designing.
And I see him drawing 3D cubes. Everyday.
The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.
Mystery Man is lean, almost sickly. His skin is wrinkled. And he is dressed in the most mundane of ways you can imagine.
His bespectacled eyes, though. They are so… rich. Satisfied. Happy.
A part of me wonders whether he is alone or has a family. Because, generally, in our culture, when a person grows old, his children take care of him (and they, mostly, do this out of love rather than compulsion).
So does he not have any children? Or are they just away? What about his wife? Is it just a hunger for knowledge that brings him here? Or did some unfortunate event force him to take up the challenge?
Every day, I want to talk to him. I want to know his story. To know his need. To know his inspiration. To know his drive.
And I want to thank him for unintentionally giving me a renewed determination, confidence, and a true motivation.
But, being the shy guy I am, I don’t
All I do is watch him.
Watch him squint his eyes at the computer screen as he fumbles with his mouse, hovering the cursor over complex software buttons.
Watch him frequently adjust his spectacles and smack his lips with an unhurried dedication toward building his cube.
Watch him triumph with a smile on his face.
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
Might not be much of a change
Might not mark much drastic turn of events
What it is, is just a start
But a start was all we ever needed
The nation celebrates to the late hours of the night. I can still hear the cheers and screams of joy! Today is a big day for my country.
After years of struggle, domestic conflict, instability, and discussion, our President announced Nepal’s first-ever constitution that was issued by the direct involvement of the public.
“Nepal’s Constitution 2072” (Nepalko Sambidhan) comes as a beacon of hope for a better tomorrow. (And a subtle, if little, distraction from the pain of the dreadful #MegaQuake that struck early on in the year).
It might not be the most perfect of constitutions that could’ve been written (mainly because of a huge number of people that still disapprove it), but hopefully, the current government will soon be able to address their issues in time, and lead us all, together, to a better and brighter future.
And as always, thanks a bunch for reading!
Take a vessel
Top it up with water
Now pour some wine
Did it hold the wine?
Did it fulfill its purpose?
Now imagine our mind
as that vessel
Filled to its limit
Somewhere in this chaos
We lose the blissful ignorance
The vacancy of the mind!
Obsessed with fulfillment
We forget that it can’t exist
Without the emptiness!
So why not stop for a while?
Pause, take a deep breath
And revel the emptiness inside!
Wu is a Chinese word that translates to “Emptiness”. Lao Tzu explains the concept of “Wu” best in Verse 11 of The Legend of Tao (english translation by Michael Rossman):
“Spokes join the rim to the hub,
but the wheel’s use depends
on the hole in the center.
We make a bowl from clay,
but emptiness makes it useful.
We cut out doors and windows,
but vacancy makes the room habitable.
So what’s there is advantageous,
but what’s not is what makes it useful.”
Thanks for reading!
So a few weeks back I started a new blog called Curing the Itch.
I thought I would use that blog for exploring my new journey toward Visual Arts (sketching/digital painting/motion graphics/vfx) and would use this blog for my regular writing/poetry/book reviews stuffs.
But in these few weeks, I have had two new revelations:
1st: It is utterly difficult managing two blogs at the same time. It is also very confusing for myself and my readers.
2nd: Art is art. No matter how it is expressed. Be it be illustrated, written, sang, animated, etc. So… why two blogs!?
There really was no point in creating a separating a blog for writing, the other for sketching, and maybe a third for motion graphics, or whatever. All those are a part of me and I can express all those through this one platform.
Many of you did me great honor and favor by following both my blogs. But I don’t want to make it any more confusing on my part, and want to deactivate the other blog (for now!) before too many others follow it.
I apologize to all the followers of “Curing the Itch”.
Thanks for staying with me!
P.S. If anyone else has gone through similar problem and have any feedback or suggestion for this… it would be much appreciated. Thanks!
There are days I wish
For a single day to have
At least forty hours!
Many things to do
So many places to be
Ah, but not much Time!
I’m sure every person in the world goes through a constant battle with time to fit in all their “to dos” within the stipulated 24 hours limit. Many succeed, no doubt. But for others, it’s always a constant struggle.
So I thought this battle warranted a scribble, albeit a simple one.
On that note. Have a great weekend!
P.S. I wanted to draw this one in greater detail, but then I thought… wouldn’t that be defying the purpose? 🙂
“Why not go out on a limb? That’s where the fruit is.” – Mark Twain
Taking risks is important. Necessary even. You can never know what you’re truly capable of unless you take risk, unless you go put yourself out in the “discomfort” zone.
Or so I’ve heard, read, and seen other people.
But by taking my first steps toward visual arts, this is me trying to find that out for myself. Whether or not it comes true, we’ll see.
So here’s one to all those choosing discomfort over comfort, difficult over easy, and absurd over mundane.
And thank you for supporting, viewing, liking and commenting on my blog! You all are super great.
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