EMOTIONS AND IMAGINATIONS HAVE NO LANGUAGE

I grew up in a very cosy and loving atmosphere at home or wherever I stayed during my childhood till I became an adult. I had a very little scope to go out and play or travel. And that made me more observant about people’s behaviour and their perceptions towards different things in life. Gradually, I became a daydreamer and quite imaginative.

But I remember clearly that I was not good at writing till I passed 6th standard. I was very bad in literature. Explanation Writing of a sentence, a stanza of a poem or a passage was the most difficult part for me. I remember, we used to buy guide books for our help in those days. And I started to read these pre-formatted Explanation Writing passages. It piqued my interest one fine day. And I started to imagine, tried to get into what the writer is saying. Lo and behold, I became a master of Explanation Writing. I scored high in Oriya (Sahitya) in my Seventh Board exam. And I never looked back.

I faced another problem when I grew up to be an adult. I was miserable in English. But imaginations and thinking don’t need and see language. I have already stepped into ‘a writer zone’ as I used to write poems and articles in Oriya. I have been published here and there as well. But I had a desire that I learn English and write in English as well.

I remember, I wrote a letter to my best friend, Binod in English for the first time. As he could not have read Oriya, I had to write it in English. Guess what? It was after my graduation. And I was still struggling to write something in English.

My passion to write, express what I feel and imagine made me a writer today. And my favourite genres are “life reflections” and “autobiographical” mostly. I don’t know whether they can be called as genres but I do write or I can say, I enjoy writing articles or poems when I reflect on a certain life conditions or situations or when it is about events and incidents of my life. I can say, emotions are the ingredients mainly when I cook a delicacy using my words. I am good at it.

I so wish if we could have written more articles on this topic so that we could have found a varied discussion on different genres. Because I and Kalpana have almost very similar interest when it comes to writing something.

One thing I would say as I close this article that… emotions, imaginations and dreams have no language boundaries. And language should not limit our emotions, imaginations and dreams. We should always be ready to express or weave something out of our imaginations in whichever language we can without hesitation.

Stay Blessed!

EMOTIONS ARE MY TURF

Think about the constant smile on your face when you see or read a good light-hearted romance. Imagine the tears that refuse to get restrained in your eyes when you read a heart-wrenching story. Have you ever experienced that extreme anger towards a fictitious character that’s vile and nefarious? I am sure you must have. I sensed that feeling, quite strongly when I read “Pride and Prejudice”. I rooted for the central characters of Elizabeth and Darcy. Be it fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, biography, autobiography, whatever the content is, the impact would be hollow if the readers are unable to feel or connect with the underlying emotions of the characters they are reading about. In my opinion, Emotions form the core of every story. And me in the capacity of a writer love to spell emotions. My sole purpose in writing every single piece of article or a story is to connect and communicate and I am sure every writer would agree with me. Vocabulary, the flow of the language, style of writing – these parameters can be for a moment overlooked if the emotions carry and create the intended impact as desired by the writer.

In the light of the importance that rightly conveyed emotions have in the context of writing, emotional genre (if it can be called so) is my personal favourite. Romance and Drama usually fall into this genre (they are the sub-genres). Everyone might not be able to connect to the core idea of science fiction, everyone might not be able to understand the rhythm of poetry, horror may not be able to please the faint-hearted but emotions are omnipresent. Love, happiness, anger, grief, greed, lust, hate – no one is untouched by them. Thus when they come across stories that rekindle the feeling of having been a witness to one or more aforementioned emotions, make them pause and think, make them involved with the characters they read, and sometimes even identify themselves with those characters, the readers would love to invest in those stories (time and otherwise). And as a reader who has gone through the same myriad of emotions while reading, I would love to invest my time and soul as a writer in evoking the same thoughts.

My Style Of Writing: Keeping an eye on what’s transpiring all-around, digging in examples from real-life experiences – this is what I try to incorporate in my stories (because I believe that I am not an odd one out on this planet, so my experiences will definitely resonate with many others too in one way or the other and it will ruffle their emotions). My job is done as a writer (I feel elated whenever I get a comment notification and it reads “I have experienced it myself“). Every time such comments made me realize that “Emotions are my turf“.

Unlearn to learn further.

Unburden to carry other’s burdens.

Silly, don’t Unlove but Fill your tank

with God’s Love to pour it out on others

 

“Pray for Forgetfulness for if you tend to forget the good done by you to others and continue in your penance of compassion, the serpent of arrogance will never be able to poison your soul. You will be grounded with the weight of a jewel called Humility.”

 

LET ME MOVE BEYOND ME

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Let me move beyond me
And look at them
Whom no eyes seem to see
In the world’s din and mayhem.

My pain I thought was searing enough
Nothing could match my agony
Life and living were tough
I felt as if I would break into a spree of mindless felony

To endure betrayal isn’t a joke
The heart that has bared and shared its all
No one should prick and poke
Love sure needs respond to love’s strong call

Accepting I was wrong
Wasn’t just that easy
I knew I loved well all along
How then have I landed here, all drained out and queasy?

Trust begets trust
Love begets love
These pretty bubbles have now simply burst
And, I choose to lie quietly down as a dove

To pick up the reins
And gallop through liferoads again
Needs unshackling from deep depressive chains
Will I ever get up and traverse in pathways of gain?

My heartaches are known to me alone
The best of sympathizers
Cannot just my anxieties dethrone
With even the most effective tranquilizers

The earth beneath my foot
Has suffered a violent shake
My life now is covered with slimy dark soot
Oh what good of it can I ever make?

In what extent of time my heart would finally heal
I don’t know fully well
When would I the deep peace feel
I never really can tell

And thus my thoughts wandered off
To those far and near
Who face many an unwanted scoff
And shed many a hidden tear

And then I thought –

Let me move beyond me
And look at them
Whom no eyes seem to see
In the world’s din and mayhem.

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AN END TO THE ENIGMA OF LIFE

I kept wandering in the pursuit of happiness that never had any definitey.

I was surrounded by the maddening chatter of desires that robbed me of my serenity.

I kept looking for flaws in others to prove my superiority.

I was an obnoxious, boisterous trumpet busy in singing laurels in self-praise,  deprived of humility.

I invested myself to the extent of immersion in the worldly ties that costed me my sobriety.

I propelled higher in the skies of baseless egos and crude pride that I lost connection with the reality.

I was absorbed by the frivolous vanity of material charms that left me with insanity.

I let my greed take over my senses and I became nefarious and lost even my humanity leave aside divinity.

I was flowing with the directionless wind until I encountered – Failure, Old Age, Illness & Death – Teachers who teach everyone without disparity.

I soon yet quite lately realised that I was so far indulged in a mirage hunt that never existed even remotely.

I now stood as a silent spectator, witnessing the changing masks, perhaps the real faces – shedding down inhibitions and civility.

I was baffled at first, agitated, and finally struck by melancholy to see everything moving away from my proximity.

I crumbled down like a brittle wall and wailed hard that echoed within, digging up and unearthing the dormant soul resting under the debris of mistaken identity.

I was now bound to listen to the resonating call of my true companion that completely shook me first with remorse only to bring stability.

I realised the riches I amassed throughout never comforted me, contrary to that delight dwelled in a charity that has never been my priority.

I always had a safe distance from compassion while arrogance choreographed my relations that weathered away in the face of a calamity.

I, now a solitary reaper of venomous fruits of bitter seeds of my deeds quizzed my companion to suggest a way if any that leads to liberty.

I overheard as my companion whispered to my heart “seek forgiveness and salvation from the ever compassionate Almighty”.

I was again left in the lurch ” how shall I go about seeking the ultimate one and escape from the world and its duplicity.

I was startled when a voice echoed from within “shall I call you ignorant or address as innocent?  Still searching out, paying no heed to the one residing in you since eternity”.

I stood sans commotion, letting the silence speak eloquently to and within me, taking the charge of my senses for the first time in a while now and soaking in the tranquillity.

I felt the warmth of my tears drenching my barren heart as his words are aiding cultivation of compassion & righteousness that would yield the crop of wisdom, the profit of salvation, making soul opulent, and lofty.

I latched onto the light of truth, dispelled the fog of ignorance that enveloped my being, the cluster that insidiously gripped me is losing its ground, a life that seemed enigmatic is now deriving it’s meaning while rediscovering its beauty!!!

GRAB THE BROOM AND SWEEP AWAY THE DUST

Ever since I shifted to Bangalore, I chose not to keep a household help and preferred to do the chores myself so that I stay active at home. People often are taken aback and ask me how do I manage to do so much all by myself and I tell them that I want to maintain an active lifestyle and without going out for work, this will ensure my routine in the house doesn’t get lethargic. Doing the cleaning job myself ensures that all the nooks and crannies are clean and clear from unwanted dirt and dust.

Lately, like many others, I too have become the victim of pandemic stress. Yes, I must admit that on watching and reading the news videos and similar stuff, I ended up fuelling up the negative thoughts inside me. I even wasn’t sure if I could write up my article scheduled for today because I was feeling too low until I talked to Chiradeep, whom I messaged about my inability to write. While we discussed the increasing rate of depression in this COVID era, we also conversed on how we can immerse ourselves in doing positive things.  It’s strange, yet funny at times when you know the exact cause of your worry and still keep thinking about it. The situation is similar to that web in one of those corners of your room. You know that you have to remove it with the broom, but you try to ignore it instead, only to realize that the spider has got enough time to build a bigger web. And, when it becomes too shabby, you just swipe it with a broom.

Our brain is now filled with numerous stuff- work, chores, kids (their health, online classes, screen time, entertainment, homework, etc), immunity of family, and a lot more. Above all this, we load our minds with all the negative stuff that we come across social media. And this needs to stop. We need to sweep away this adverse junk to make the head feel lighter and life easier. Apart from this, you have to trust. Trust in God. Believe in your prayers, asking Him to remove every dirt that you have in your minds. He is and will be there for you, forever.