The Non-Facebook Post #8

Yes, yes, yes!

I did it! I drove a co-passenger, for the first time -  a milestone for how far I've come from being a scaredy-cat driver to now being confident enough to safely drive another human being!

And,

I also was able to accomplish the complex task of talking WHILE driving! And got complimented for it too! But now, I completely understand all the people who politely tried to excuse themselves from talking because they found it hard to both together and wanted to concentrate on driving. I find that it's a bit tougher to focus on what the other person is saying when there's a higher volume of traffic on the roads you're driving on. I also discovered that it's a lot easier to drive if you're the one doing the talking - makes focussing on both tasks easier (it makes you a feel a bit powerful too, for some reason, or the one in control, in the 'driver's seat').

Here's to learning, some more! Here's to growing, some more! Here's to becoming the best version of you!

The Non-Facebook Post #7

"So many times I've heard perfectly capable people say: "I don't really know what to do with my life. I'm not really good at anything."

Nobody's ever accomplished anything by doing what they're good at. Accomplishments come from doing what you're bad at-- over, and over, and over again.

Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York, June 29 2012.

The Non-Facebook Post #6

This calm, peaceful Saturday morning brings me a sombre mood and answers and revelations. What can heal a broken heart? Hurt. "If you don't let it hurt, how will it heal?" This line is also from Natasha Badhwar, one of my biggest thought influencers.
Also, you know you've finally made the transition from being a tropical girl to a temperate-zoned person when you feel like Spring in thirty-one degree Fahrenheit temperatures and saunter outside boldly without your gloves and usual winter paraphernalia (and even manage to drive your car without turning on the heat, even if it was for just a quarter mile). The once bland foods of the land you now call home begin to taste delicious. You finally understand the agony of a person who chokes on flaming-spice food, the 'pachadi' from your homeland is way too hot for your now continental palette.
Badhwar also said the key to writing is to "imagine all the people who think your writing sucks" and then write with the realization that they are "not reading you."
And this here post is another example of my rambling thoughts. But it floats my boat, so hey.

The Non-Facebook Post #5

'Dehleez pe mere dil ki, jo rakhe hai tune kadam...
...aasmaan mila zameen ko meri...'

The Non-Facebook Post #4

"Writing has created a space for me to express innocence. No other world has any use for it."  - Natasha Badhwar.
And so, here I am, writing, rambling, wandering through a hundred thousand thoughts that fill my mind and create a joyous bustling cacophony, exploring and sorting through them, and understanding myself better.
At the moment I'm reading Kerouac. He says a writer should imitate the writing style of the greats until he growns into his own. This phase of my writing has a definite Kerouac influence - galloping from word to word, thought to thought, in long-winded sentences.
It's also a life-phase where, like him, I'm "thrashing in a thousand twenty-one-year-old agonies" not "at the horror of this world" but at the rejections and disenchantments of my life. Precious trifle compared to him, and yes, twenty one years in age too. No matter if numerical ages match here. My mind, and the life experiences I'm having, are all of twenty one.
Sauntering farther in my field of thoughts, Kerouac lampoons that one cannot just run off a broken leg to have it heal. Well, maybe you can't just unbreak a heart too.
This, all of this, sets the tone of this period of my life. But here's another wonderful line by a poet that Badhwar quoted recently - "Be joyful, though you have considered the facts." An apt closing.

The Non-Facebook Post #3

Every evening comes to you painted in a new colour, a new tone.

This evening, you catch glimpses of golden-orange luminescence through glass doors, hitting the rust-brick building far ahead; a light yellow and pale blue-gray sky peeks through a jungle of bare tree branches, fragmented; a soft twilight drops down from the skies meeting a warm orange glow of the setting sun lifting up from the earth. Mixing with it all are streetlamps and car lights - that heady mix of dusk and light heralding bright thoughts, calling you back to your dreams.  

The Non-Facebook Post #2

Binary is base two and decimal is base ten in place value.
Bam! Eureka, and the fog clears!