Dec 29, 2013

10 Paradoxical Traits Of Creative People


They work long hours, with great concentration, while projecting an aura of freshness and enthusiasm.


“It involves fluency, or the ability to generate a great quantity of ideas; flexibility, or the ability to switch from one perspective to another; and originality in picking unusual associations of ideas. These are the dimensions of thinking that most creativity tests measure and that most workshops try to enhance.”


But this playfulness doesn't go very far without its antithesis, a quality of doggedness, endurance, and perseverance.

“Despite the carefree air that many creative people affect, most of them work late into the night and persist when less driven individuals would not. Vasari wrote in 1550 that when Renaissance painter Paolo Uccello was working out the laws of visual perspective, he would walk back and forth all night, muttering to himself: "What a beautiful thing is this perspective!" while his wife called him back to bed with no success.”


Great art and great science involve a leap of imagination into a world that is different from the present.


We're usually one or the other, either preferring to be in the thick of crowds or sitting on the sidelines and observing the passing show. Creative individuals, on the other hand, seem to exhibit both traits simultaneously.


It is remarkable to meet a famous person who you expect to be arrogant or supercilious, only to encounter self-deprecation and shyness instead.


When tests of masculinity and femininity are given to young people, over and over one finds that creative and talented girls are more dominant and tough than other girls, and creative boys are more sensitive and less aggressive than their male peers.


It is impossible to be creative without having first internalized an area of culture. So it's difficult to see how a person can be creative without being both traditional and conservative and at the same time rebellious and iconoclastic.


Without the passion, we soon lose interest in a difficult task. Yet without being objective about it, our work is not very good and lacks credibility. Here is how the historian Natalie Davis puts it:

"I think it is very important to find a way to be detached from what you write, so that you can't be so identified with your work that you can't accept criticism and response, and that is the danger of having as much affect as I do. But I am aware of that and of when I think it is particularly important to detach oneself from the work, and that is something where age really does help."


“Perhaps the most important quality, the one that is most consistently present in all creative individuals, is the ability to enjoy the process of creation for its own sake. Without this trait, poets would give up striving for perfection and would write commercial jingles, economists would work for banks where they would earn at least twice as much as they do at universities, and physicists would stop doing basic research and join industrial laboratories where the conditions are better and the expectations more predictable.”

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Dec 3, 2013

Miles Away!!

The circle of 'loading' was ticking across the screen and with every completed circle that the link did not open was making me curse my internet connection and the website. I was looking for the train's scheduled departure from the Jodhpur Railway Station. My brother had already gotten late to pack his stuff and he was moving back to his last semester with his wing-mates of the 4 year degree course at IIT Kanpur. He, although, had another year at hand for his Integrated Dual Degree course.

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Finally, the circle of doom ended, to show me a ray of hope. 26: 18 Hrs. He still had 20 minutes to make before it departs. The station is some 10 minutes from our place, including the traffic congestion time to be expected at this hour. 26 Hours. What is that? 'Hey, I can't find the keys to the scooter' my Mom shouted. I ran across the house, which was seeming palatial at this moment to find that petty small key. It is in a key-chain with a metal circle...has one black square capped key and one blue round capped key. The tables, the key-holders, the shelves, the bed on which lay a thousand things which had been sorted by Bhai.


It must be in the scooter itself. They had just gotten back from bazaar. Screamed from the top of my voice,'You come outside. I got it.' The scooter kicked and vroom-ed. It was real dark outside, and my scooter headlights don't work. I just rode, rash and everywhere I could, to reach ASAP.

'Beta, he has forgotten his packed food. What will he eat tomorrow?' asked my mother from behind. 'Take a U-turn'. Nopes, this 21 year old can take anything from the pantry. 'Mom, he'll find out something to eat.' 'I have made him gujiyas and mathri'. All the preparation she has been doing since the last 2 days...waking up late night to chat with us and getting up early mornings to make them without our help, along-with preparing all the delicacies that we are fond of, for the lunches and dinners. The heart shed a tear and I, emotionally bowled, turned back and rushed to home. Bhai had already gone with Daddy on the another scooter. We were having a part of his luggage with us.

We cruised home, she picked the packed food. 26: 17 Hrs. We can't make it. Called Daddy, he told me to come to the next station, which was indeed farther from our home. So now, we zoomed in the other direction, more like the car-made-with-dots game we had in those hald-held video games... the first video game my generation ever played.

The next lane I take a left turn and I am done. Next turn, all dingy, no lights. What the hell!! Am I in the wrong lane? As the houses were breezing away with every microsecond, the realization  hit. It IS a wrong lane. Screeching Brakes. Scooter stopped. It had actually stopped. Shit. Get down, Mom. She got down.

'How is she doing in her sasuraal? How are her in-laws?'

Where in this dark lonely lane is someone speaking to my mom about me? Turning the scooter, I kicked and looked up for a second. It was mom's cousin. She and her husband were talking to mom.
'She is doing good.'  Start, you damn machine. I pulled the choke cable. 'They are very good people'.
'Mom, come'. 'She feels absolutely like home.'

MOOOOOM!! She finally sat. We went back and took the turn, one before to which we had taken. Gave the parcel. Could just hand it over and the train departed.

Returning back to the place where I had literally stranded my scooter and told mom to stand next to it to prevent any 'lifting' events, I could see that she had found yet another one to speak to.

Gosh, Mommies can r-e-a-lly talk around. A few steps ahead, and I could sense someone familiar. The clock was nano-seconding, my heart was going L-U-B....silence....D-U-B....silence...LubDubLubDubLubDub...palpitating, my footsteps went to jogging to running to sprinting. One tear fell down the cheek, the next second it was a waterfall. Eyes could see the silhouette, then the face and now only the eyes were there in the complete visual field. Holding me glued. The world, the place, the weather, the situation didn't matter anymore. Extending my arms and embracing her into my territory, I clinched her across my chest, so that not a molecule's distance she is from me.
There was so much to be said, but only howling cries could come out.

I had met her after 9 long months. Her, without whom my life seemed futile, unhappy, incomplete.

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Two inseparable souls, best buddies, worst enemies, born from the very same womb....My eldah sissy, who was now carrying a small (not-noticeable) womb in herself. Cries that were coming in happiness were drenching me. My collar had gotten wet. And as my cheek rubbed against it, I could feel it was also as wet as mine. I opened my eyes. There was a bright light in the surrounding, and as my eyes slowly focussed I could see the pillow wet with tears, my nose stuffed, and my room... where I lay on the bed.

It was morning. A pleasant one. I had an unfulfilled dream to look forward to.

Jul 20, 2013

House-woman No More!

''When we put limitations on ourselves, then no one can ever motivate us enough to succeed.''

From when it seemed difficult to even handle one simple task over the day (which was not so simple by the way) to handling hell lots of tasks in that very day....time has come to announce my smooth succession from a house-woman to a working woman! 

Putting my abilities and capabilities to test, I am working 9 to 5, making breakfast, lunch and dinner, doing the other household chores, shopping for the home, and giving my hobbies their due.

Dinner Date with Hubby! ;-)

Origami Koi Fishes on our wall!

Mango Souffle!

Photography walk!

Hoping to also be active here!!

Jun 11, 2013

Jiving....Living !!

New jest of living,
Like the first love,
Like the raindrops so wanted,
Like the wet sand scent,
In-the-face cool air breeze,
Sweetest chilled mango,
Foamy cold coffee icecream shake,
Passionate hug which warms,
Smile which goes viral,
Infectious emotions of jubiliation,
Eyes that laugh, not just smile...
Love that speaks, is not just felt...

New space...of satisfaction...of contentment
Like a stomach satiated with your favourite dish
Like the balanced scheme of life
Like doing all that you wanted to do
Like lying in each others arms after it
Winning something you so wanted
Proud stance of your parents

New dance steps...

Happy lovely space!!

Apr 26, 2013

Apr 20, 2013

ThinkPad is so Indian!!

Trivia: Thinkpad is the Lenovo's series of laptops that has a very comfortable (for some people) tracking dot which makes the cursor movement smoother than the other kind of track pads usually seen.

My guy has this unusual obsession about this series, and as a matter of fact, he has always and only owned the Thinkpad laptops in different versions as and when the previous one needed to be dumped. Right now, I am getting to use this Thinkpad with a red dot on the 'i' which has this LED put beneath it. It so reminds me of the Red Bindi that Indian women always adorn. And, the track dot is the Bengali Bindi. ;-)

So, after I finish this post about Indian Thinkpad, I'll be practicing for the classical Indian dance, which I and two other girls here are going to perform tonight at the Talent Hunt Night. Indian School Of Business, Hyderabad Campus has its Talent Hunt Night as the grand finale for the Orientation week (O-Week) that was going on all the past few days. The batch of 2014 had been divided into 8 sections and each section today gets the opportunity to perform for a time of 10 minutes on stage showing its varied talents. Now, we, as spouses, if participate, get some extra points and marks for his section. So, here I am sporting my dancing attitude, off to practice and perform. Wish me luck! :-)

Apr 19, 2013


Pictures bring to life those amazing moments of past which might have blurred in your neocortex for, the new layer of captures has dusted the old. And, Wedding pictures bring to life those emotions and moments that amidst the heap of rituals and people were left unnoticed or unregistered. Yes, yes, you know where I'm gonna be taking this to. ;) So, here at Hyderabad, sitting idle for after a good long busy time, wedding pictures have received its due respect. The one moment that I'll rate as the Super Duper Awesome Wowie Moment of the wedding was the Varmaala (Exchange of Garlands). We both had taken our places on a red carpeted platform around which all had gathered. We were handed over the garlands by our respective sisters. And we were taking good hold of the garlands. Now, there's one thing I would like you to note: He stands 6 feet tall and I at 5 feet and 3 inches. Also, he was wearing the traditional Rajasthani head gear famously known as Saafaa, which added atleast 4-5 inches to his already tall status. So, picture this...we are holding the garlands, and I am the first one to hoopla it correctly over his head + head gear. Amongst the hundred thousand people out there witnessing it, one person, near us, his friend, was finding way to climb the platform, and I knew, it would go nasty if he succeeded. (Note: His friend would have taken him up and added to his height and eventually my brothers and jiju would have taken over and lifted me up too, to match the levels.) Yep, all this was being calculated and visualized in my mind then, that too in the matter of nanoseconds, and reflexively, all I did was throw the garland right through his head, and wuhoo! I NAILED it. By the time his reflexes were activated, I was already done. Man, can't tell you what that moment was. Not a single person was not laughing and/or cheering. More than a marriage, it had become a game which I had so convincingly won. The pictures of the people around us shows how jubiliated they were at my agility and my awesome hunting ability, how happy-surprised-proud my man was at my feat, and how dejected the cameraman was for he could not capture that moment. Oh Yes, out of the 5 cameras shooting us, only one could actually bring to life that 'Forever Ours' moment...and that pic I am sharing here...    yeah, you see me grinning and snatching the win here....wuhoo!

And to accompany is this picture where people's reaction is worth remembering.      

Wuhoo! Wasn't that a memorable moment? Well, we guys still burst into laughter as and when we remember it. :D ♥  


7 days... Yes, had unpacked and arranged our new abode by the 2nd day itself, had formed a good schedule by the 4th day, had taken out the books by the 5th day...and here comes the problem...two days, not a word has been read, despite ample amount of time and circumstance. What bothers me is not that I am not being able to do so, but what ires me is the fact that how long do I have to keep on doing that, and why do I still have to do that!! 4 months and 19 days has it been since I appeared for the exam and yet the results are under 'stay' for some trillion rich under the table course sellers. It is SAD plight. Yes, and it is something which makes me feel so insignificant...there is nothing we guys can do to save us from this mental torture, the unemployed status, and the game people are playing on their iphone5/ ipad mini named, 'Career of Indian MBBS Doctors'.

I do not like staying here at home and cooking some damn breakfast, lunch, dinner everyday of my life. I do not like surfing the internet over the damn JR jobs jn hospitals and ending the search because I yet cannot certainly say for how long would I be working with them. I do not like opening and re-reading the damn stuff again and going through the same procedure of writing an exam. Above all, I need to do something coz sitting idle is the only thing I love to hate. I do not like this factor of uncertainity in my life. I need a release. We need a release.

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Mar 18, 2013

Words won't end...

This is an absolutely random post that I think I might be writing after ages (feels so...) It has been long and things have been keeping me busy...but this time I am not complaining...infact, there in nothing to complaint about. I have two beautiful families which are my own...a caring loving (a bit short tempered though) husband, a house which I run...which I so always wanted to!!, a good nice new life right here where I do not have to worry about any damn studies or exams or results (btw, I am waiting for one which is overdue by two months already)

Despite everything, there is a lull inside me...something that is missing...or something I am going to miss. I might be quite an emotional idiot sometimes...although I never be this kind for more than few seconds...My mom says that I am very practical...but somewhere I need to chuck this all out...and I somehow do not want to share it over phonecalls or messages or emails or personally to anyone..It has been a good long 1 month and 18 days since I vowed to become his wife and leave my home for his. It has been the longest time I have spent without my family. Not that I am unhappy, but it hurts....I can't talk this through to my Mom Dad, because they are the ones who are suffering the most....their darling has left them and their life has a big void. Mine is still occupied since I have new relations to handle, new responsibilities that keep me busy, and solace them by sounding happy even when sometimes I just want to go clench my mom and cry and hug and lie next to her. This has been the longest since I have not shared myself emotionally with my mom...And I can't. I can't talk this with my hubby, because he just cracks in a joke to make me laugh. But, it is right here inside me, sleeps for the while. I can't talk to his parents, because they too start crying seeing me cry. Weird, but yes...they are so very caring and loving. I don't go out much, don't talk to people/ all feels so time wasting...Blah Blah!

Besides this current phase, I have this another thing that keeps me hubby is gonna go for a 1 year course and in most probabilities I won't get to stay with him for my own career. It has not been long since we have been married, not that I can't live without him...not that I am addicted...but, this thought sends shivers down my spine...I hate to think that I am not going to have my mom-dad, his mom-dad, and him next to me. It feels so lonely and depressed to imagine myself like that. On one hand I wish to snatch some time with my family, and at the other I cry because I am actually subtracting it from 'our' time together. Suddenly, I am at loss of time for family, his family, and us....and the time for myself has become extinct. I don't remember the last I thought about my career, myself, my future, my wishes, my desires.

Thoughts are many, words are infinite, emotions varied, things which I wanna do...lots....but time is a constraint...I feel myself to be in an the sand....trickling away........