Computer and Internet can wait

 As a toddler, I started writing with my fingers on a spread of rice.

Now, when I look behind, the tool and the platform I left on the road less travelled by were  many. They kept changing as I grew up even without my knowledge. Each of these tools and the platform brings in nostalgic memories. Much more are the various thinking processes I had gone through while handling them. Each of them takes me through my formative years from being a toddler to a teacher. Let me list down the writing tools and platforms I used over the last four decades.

1. Finger and Rice
2. Pencil and Slate
3. Graphite Pencil and Paper
4. Graphite Pencil and Paper/Notebook
5. Fountain Pen and Notebook
6. Ballpoint Pen and Notebook
7. Typewriter and Paper
8. Keyboard and Computer
9. Mobile
10. Voice
11. Stylus and tablet

I still use the graphite pencil and sheets of paper to draw and sometimes to write. It gives us the flexibility to correct our errors without any hurt. Many authors used to tell me that they use graphite pencils for writing. It is quite a challenging task to leave computers and the Internet. On some days you can experiment with the pencil and paper. Do not forget to keep an eraser next to you.

Tips for writing regularly

It is wonderful to write. It is even wonderful to write on a regular manner. Here are some tips to make writing as a habit.

#Tip 1

Computer and Internet can wait: Write in a paper using a pencil without looking at a computer or using the internet.

#Tip 2

Develop a skeleton for each day.

#Tip 3

Focus on some keywords.

#Tip 4

One day at a time.

#Tip 5

Include a minimum of three new words.

#Tip 6

Aim a sentence of 11 words at a time.

#Tip 7

An explanation is not a luxury.

#Tip 8

Infuse positivity in writing by intentionally inserting pleasant words.

#Tip 9

Email what you have written, to some of your best friends.

#Tip 10

Believe in yourself. You are an excellent writer.

The Rereading

I feel like reading it again and again.
Then, I did it again and again.
I feel I can't reciprocate line by line.
Then I did try in vain again.

Out of me, I doubted, you were born.
Out of mind, I know, when I blow horn.
For me too, I guess, you were born
For all you do, I think, I blow my horn.

I have felt from the day one the bond.
I felt I had this supernatural connection.
I've knelt never to someone else's perception.
I feel proud to see you are on your own.

You could write, things, of your own,
On your life and on your imagination.
On your books and MacBook, and religion.
On your grandma and on your passion.

I am here to read, from dusk to dawn.
I am there to comment line by line,
And sometimes to commend a line,
Or two, but be confident of this bond.

I can't label you in this special connection,
For any label is limiting a bond.
As for me, unbounded is every bond
Spanning the boundaries of every imagination.

Religion of legions

A human being who perpetuates hatred is worse than the stinging nettles.
A religion that is not tolerant is worse than a terrorist organization.
A God who is nothing but love is the evil, if it exists.

I struggle with those who have religion for their hands and heads, than for their hearts and hence,
It is better to be alone than in a bad company.
I may die starving rather than sharing the cup of blood of my brethren.

Knowing that someone else loves what one loves

A night has passed

With a bite of shock.

Nothing seriously did I do,

But the act of night, sleep.

I am fresh, but with the tremors

I am at shock even after a night.

Hearing that you are a hoopster

Is what made me motionless.

Hearing about you singing,

Dancing, Writing, Painting

Drawing, Acting, Chanting

Would never give me shock.

What a wholesome person

One can be with a taste

For letters, stories, thoughts,

Art and a fine mix of sports!

Nights and days can't stay

So the tremors will recede

And happiness will succeed

Knowing a wholesome person! 

Rain

Rains are rare,
But when it rains,
It reigns for, sure,
One who minds.

Life as a teacher

What a great life it is!

I know not how long I live

No one knows it too.

Indeed, it's a great life

I know not how long it lasts

No one lasts long too.

To read, to write, to speak

I exist, but with no claims,

No one thought I could.

I read, I wrote, I spoke

To some fine souls

No one knows but I.

This time, my time, is

Finer than ever, than

Anyone else imagines.

It is not the longer life,

But a long teaching life,

God, grant me for you.