Writing

Self interview is the key to creativity. Asking yourself questions and then engaging in a quest for the answers. Creativity is just answers to a series of unuttered questions. It is a crucial mental exercise, as you are confronted with question for which the answers should be explicit, accurate and without any space fillers. It is a cross between a confession box and a cross examination. Once you answer the question, it can not be taken aback.

Writing does not have to say anything.

Open all the doors. You can walk through any one that suits you. It delivers you from your limited ways to see and feel. That’s why it appeals to me so much, writing and poetry. Because it is so eternal. As long as people can hear and remember words and combination of words, your writings will survive.

I used to write when I was real young. But I wrote to please and for approval. I was writing to answer questions in other’s minds. It was only later that the folly was realized. Now when I write, I think of nobody, not others, not myself, the consequences of my writing are not perceived within my mind. The words that come out are neither restrained nor verified. I write because I write. I create.

"Inspired by the genius of James Douglas Morrison "

Have you ever been in the zone?

I am in the zone. It is neither easy nor simple to define it. It is the moment when I moved out of myself as a personality and view my life on an outsider’s perspective. Looking onto the world with an insight uncluttered by judgment and experience, ego flayed to ribbons. It is a sense of nullity. Being a black hole, taking in everything without any motive, absorbing energy and spirit. It is clearer, much clearer than I ever imagined it could have been.

I see a world with shades, of colors indefinable. The perception of right and wrong has broadened. Everything experienced in life has a * mark along with the small print conditions apply. Choices based on circumstances stand void with time. Perception influences life to an extreme beyond reason. I am what I perceive that I am, I am what I perceive other’s perception of what I am. What is perception based on? Experience? What if you are to experience something that you have never experienced before, something unknown, what do you rely upon? Instinct?

What is instinct? I once believed that instinct was my subconscious telling me what to do, but sub-consciousness is based on experience and knowledge. Instinct, that gut feeling has nothing to do with conscience. I don’t know what instinct is. I wonder whether I would ever know what it is. The real question arises whether I really want to know how instinct works. Will understanding how instinct works result in me losing my instinct? The question remains unanswered.

I live a life of inquisition and emotion. Both are interrelated and interdependent. The more I know the more it affected my emotions. The more I am affected emotionally the more I want to understand why and how? And this would influence the way I react the next time. However, I still react. I yearn for the moment when I can choose whether to react or not. It is a distance reality, but it sure is a reality if I perceive it to be. That leads me to whether I can change perceptions to suit my world, can I perceive the world to be painted all white and pure and fail to recognize the imperfections that exist. Would it be termed as self –hypnosis or madness? Is happiness a perception of goodness or an ignorance of the shadows behind every lighted object? Or both?

I always told myself that I would live life as long as I had all my senses, my sense of touch, smell, sight, sound, taste. But I forgot the most important sense which defines my life; my sense of perception. I would without this particular sense as lifeless as without all other senses put together. I realized it today. And today I am.

Angel

Looking beyond the frosted clouds, I see an angel,
Soaring on streams of radiance,
I called out to her to look upon me, hear my story,
Of the love among two,
Strangers who meet in twilight,
Wondering about days to come,
Of dreams to wish, of hopes to share,
She held my hand and took me over the green fields,
Swaying in the wind, the leaves shuddering, whispering sounds unfamiliar,
I asked, where should we go, to live the life of angels?
Should I fall asleep on a bed of hope?
Dreaming of waking up in the hazy stars,
Looking for the guiding path,
She looked into my eyes and smiled,
Her lips parting, her eyes flaming,
Speaking a language I don’t hear, but feel,
Unspoken words resonate in my head,
Probing through the labyrinth,
Of broken promises, made with a hesitant heart,
Mending torn fences that guard my heart.

By

Myselfss

Emotional Intelligence Quotient

Well, well… I never expected myself to be an emotionally intelligent person. I recently compeleted the EQ test and guess what?..................... I am a Emotional Genius!!! Yes, that’s what the test has proven. I am the Albert Einstein of Emotions. I have the ability, capacity, or skill to perceive, assess, and manage the emotions of one's self, of others, and of groups.( Wikipedia boldly states) .

Now that I have realized my powers within, its time for me to sketch out my costume and don the alter ego of EMOTIONAL MAN!!! ( well, I guess I need to work on a better super hero name first)

Your EQ is 153

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

A Tribute to David Gilmour- Pink Floyd

The wind sweeps across the path,
Where to, the stranger ponders,
Footsteps crush below,
The mind wanders onwards, squinting at the dim light
Seeking for the hand with a wand,
To remove the pain,
Misery hungers for company,
To share the burden, to hope for an end
I look into the distance, I see the hand,
The hand of redemption, beckoning me
To run. Don’t be afraid, it is not going to last.
Breathe, breathe harder, let the sunshine in your heart,
Before the sun sets across the horizon.
The sunrays warm my heart, as I walk beyond the path
Staring at the colors painted on the sky, crimson red, and violet in shades
My hands weaken as I fall on my knees, smelling the tingling grass, green within
The soft mud caresses my fingers, lingering on with a touch
I gaze beyond the sun if that's done, seeing what isn’t to be said
Deep within the images lie, of the past which is never dreamt
Floating across time into my life, I find the moment when I was comfortably numb.

BY

SUNITH SHYAM

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Inspiring Story! Free Hugs Campaign (music by sick puppies)

Its a touching video about a guy selling hugs free of charge and you realize that so much love and affection still exist in the world. When ever you feel that you are alone, just remember this video and realize the fact that there will always be someone who is ready to share a warm hug with you and share your life for that nano second. Humanity is undervalued and the strength of a hug and a smile is much more than the bags full of dollars or rupees that you slog half your life for. This video brought a smile to my face and I am happy for that :D .. someone special taught me the value of a warm hug and i will always be grateful to that person for let me experience the joy of a hug.