Part of me

art at brick lane

“Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.”

― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love


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How to network like a Ninja!

Like really?

For Introverts, closet artists and lonely writers such as myself, the only reaction that can be earned from this title is a scoff, and then a few more scoffs!                                                                                                         This book has way larger aspirations ..i’d say a bit on the unachievable side.

Here we were struggling with the awkwardness of dressing and showing up at events, gripped with fears of introducing, chatting up strangers, desperate to find the silliest reason to back off, .….what visibility can one gain, when trying to hide behind another, till it’s time to leave. Where others bring home a bank of business cards & popularity stats, I go back more aware of my inadequacies. I almost hyperventilate around groups  larger  than 2 persons, get feverish if I am called out on to speak, I need 3 days to recover after a serious  networking event (BNI types, if you know what I mean.)

Agreed again, that anything new that needs to be learnt, well, it needs to be learnt. Trainers may have cooked up a manual that explains a 7 step process, help analyze a series of mock sessions, little reward system and such. But understand this, hand-shaking, serious eye contact, fluid conversations, public speaking are beyond the capacity of a certain kind of people. Almost a billion, give or take a few. What these people also share are social fears, confidence deficiency, trust issues, popularity phobia, of some level (small, medium, large, extra…)

Like someone said, ‘Facebook gives people an illusory sense of being LIKED.’ Or else, why would millions of people prefer texting over confrontations, email over phone calls, phone sex over intimacy (Ughh!), Online shopping versus shelf digging, concalls over actual conferences, there’s more in the market.

Not digressing, I vouch that getting to know the right people certainly helps artists, at large. Reaching out to that one person, connecting to a friend of a friend through a friend, can be amazingly useful, than not reaching out at all. It is not the wisdom of the crowd, but the wisdom of someone in the crowd. But we’ll have to apply the AA method, one new connection at a time, two meetings a week, slow and not necessarily steady. And yes, I could gladly reward myself with a few alone hours among my books.

Now, that may work for people with ‘Acute networking Syndrome.’ But Ninja, really?


Iris by vivian-sathre

Iris     by Vivian Sathre

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The confidence battle

“There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold a medium number of copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold very few copies, the writer thought he was great. If what the writer wrote never was published and he didn’t have enough the money to publish it himself, then he thought he was truly great. The truth, however, was there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women 


Photo : Stanislav Holota

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Recreating myself

“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing   


Artists, writers have to be narcists. Self love, self hate, self critique, self improvement and everything in between these emotions is what makes them. Today I will draw this, tomorrow I will perform that, another moment I will pose to be something else – one can’t fathom the unpredictable desires of the creative mind. The process however, makes each artist a beautiful individual and outshine others.

The creating , disassembling, recreating makes the art grow, and chisels the artist as a person. But how many times shall you put yourself together to make U perfect? and when will you be done? when will you become that perfect you, to be ready to give out to the world.

Your personal journey in this world and your commitment towards the world is the mission of each artist. Is it not?


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The Wizard within

yellow brick road

“All of us are navigating our own personal yellow brick roads. Some of us are still asleep in the poppy field; some of us remain content with the material pleasures of the Emerald City. Some of us still think that the Wizard is great and powerful and follow his arbitrary commands to curry favor, while others have seen the man behind the curtain and have become disillusioned or feel betrayed. For the rest of us, once we acknowledge that our hearts’ desires lie in our own backyard—inside of us—we’ll be closer to home. And there’s no place like home.”
― James Van Praagh, Adventures of the Soul: Journeys Through the Physical and Spiritual Dimensions

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Home Sapiens – Wise man


Acquired: 15/05/2018

The reason that ‘Sapiens’ survived his much stronger peer (Homo) species, and other dangerous animals for the last 70,000 years is becoz the ‘Wise’ one had an edge over the other cave people, and foragers/hunters – he understood the power of communication, collaboration and he gossiped!! wow.

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“The Artist’s Studio” by Tatjana Jablonskaja


Pauses in the studio, are

different to other kind of pauses

contemplative, thoughtful , long or

short bouts of reflection.


stretch those limbs for renewed energy

grace the mind to dream a life

heart fluffed with new passion

a chosen separation to refine the soul.


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Pursuits et al

It is good to fail

perhaps many times

life runs out of tricks.

(Haiku from ‘Bonds of Freedom’)


My dear friend and writer, Shal has just published her fiction novel, and I proudly announce it to my readers that I was a participant in the journey. I am predicting it will be a hit. You can connect with us on facebook, and order your copy of  Bonds of Freedom

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Somedays I am there
ready, smiling, like a
prelude to the onset of a
melodious symphony,
every chord of me knows it
feels the rhythm of it.

somedays I have melancholy thoughts
strange spaces in my mind
like I don’t belong to the hour
nor the place.

There is though
a self-sufficing power
in aloneness,
while I fill the vacant spaces
become stronger in these

catgirl power

Artwork by Maleeha



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lost words

string of thought

“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.”

― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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