My Petridish

Imagination is the fire of life…

Being Writer

Being A Writer.

“Being writer who moves people with her writing is my aspiration. I am still practicing, not good enough.” I said with sparkling eyes. “Dude, seriously?” At an office party I found myself sitting beside a pedigree kid who has been talking about how his father’s huge clothing business and how getting into banking is so not his thing. Honestly, why do people do a job if they don’t need it and are going to whine about it all the time to those who want to do it?

I found myself marveling at the fact that human ignorance and self-righteousness actually knows no boundaries when I told a that I want to be a full-time writer someday. The prompt response I received was, “Dude! Seriously? Isn’t that borish? Sit and make things up? A total waste of your talents you know.” Not wanting to offend the man I racked my brains for a subtle answer. How could he know what talents I have in 3 months? “On top of that It’s too easy to write. Can you tackle a financial formula and give a loan? Don’t think so. I can write a novel if I want to but I don’t. Like I said, it’s borish.” 

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Advice That Mattered. Reliving Memories.

We all have a few advice that mattered to us as children but ones that we forgot as teen-adults and kept getting our butts kicked because of that. My one such advice was given to me by my sister. She used to tell me, “Look around. Learn from others. Their mistakes/failures/success/actions etc. You don’t have to do them all yourself. Learn from others. Whatever you want to do, believe in yourself.”

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Harry Potter And The Cursed Child

Harry Potter And The Cursed Child – Book GiveAway

Harry Potter And The Cursed Child is based on the same theme as the previous Harry Potter books, LOVE. Anything more than this is not unnecessary.

Many of us have read the new book by now and can’t be happier even if there are some people who are not happy with its narrative style. The book is not in a novel format but a PLAY. Yes, ladies and gentlemen this work of art is presented in the form of a play. Therefore it misses out on the magical elaborated explanations and long paragraphs of a scene’s description like its predecessors. But none the less Harry Potter And The Cursed Child is as enchanting as the past ones. 

Remember the first rule of being a reader?

“Always be ready to explore new ways of doing things.”

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Lose fear of fear

Lose Fear of Fear.. We Are Nothing But Stardust, Wondering In The Universe.

Specks of Stardust. That’s exactly what we are. We are nothing and we are everything…

Lose fear of Fear.

  • I don’t want to live. What is there to live for?
  • Not good enough, Big enough, strong enough, successful enough… ENOUGH! Will I ever be enough.
  • Even I don’t know what I want and it’s driving me crazy, what should I do?
  • The Universe is so big and there are so many people, I’ll never be noticed.
  • I look like a scarecrow gone wrong. Look at her/him, they are so beautiful.

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Found in the wreckage

Found In The Wreckage.

Tales as old as time keep finding its way towards our world like the waves of ocean, eventually crashing against the shores and leaving a hazy trail. One such tale, I found in the wreckage that I thought I would become.

My tiny boat wrecked on the rocks near the beach. The waves saved me, it brought me to the shore. Alive but alone. A week has passed by. It wasn’t tough to survive the island, it was tough to remain alive with the demons that hunted me every single day. How long has it been in this tiny boat that was expected to bring me to my death? I succumbed to my injuries and fainted even before the boat passed across the misty orange clouds of justice. Have I lived past those clouds or am I dead? What brought me here? I’m not sure of all that either. But I heard my people say, “No one survives the sea. Especially not magi people. Sea devours them.”

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Quiet Echos. My Petridish

Quiet Echos. Looking For Someone To Listen To, At The End of The World.

In the sea of our kind, we are all lone souls. 

Awhile ago, I read about a lone Blue Whale. She is supposedly only one of her kind. She sends out messages at 52 Hertz and she has not been heard in last two years. Being a Blue Whale enthusiast I feel so helpless whenever I read about her. Scientists says whales change their call frequencies they don’t know the reason behind it but they think it’s because of the noise pollution created by our various kinds of ships.

52 Hertz Whale or World’s loneliest whale, that’s what they call her. When I think about her I feel like she is Alice, lost in the wonderland. This Alice is one of her kind and perhaps the most wonderful kind one can meet but alas, she is without a friend. She doesn’t have someone to listen to her calls and no one has replied her quiet echos yet. I wonder if she wants to be Alice at all. Just the thought is immensely painful. I really hope this Alice finds a friend or she already has according to this article. Please do listen to the audio of Alice. Some comments on the sound-cloud site says, “she seems lonely and sad.” I think she is hopeful. The recordings of her voice are quite old, the first one was recorded in early 1989s.

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Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou

Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou A Light Novel – Manga & Series Review

Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou. Manga.

Written by Mikami En and illustrated by Nakano Biblia Koshodou No Jiken Techou begins like most case files do, with a guy looking at a girl. When Goura Daisuke’s grandmother passes away he and his mother decide to sell the book collection to a second-hand bookshop. One book in particular was gifted to her, autographed by the author. Daisuke looks for a shop and comes to a local second-hand book shop for evaluation of the books. According to the manga a beautiful woman named Shinokawa Shioriko a woman with long hair, cute spectacle eyes, surprising shy and an other worldly penchant for books takes care of the bookstore but in the series the looks are changed. Gouriki Ayame who plays Shirokawa Shioriko adapts a different look – cute pixie cut and isn’t four eyed.

Biblia koshodou no Jiken. Light Novel. Series.

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Quote life

Quote Life. Don’t Just Do Something. Sit There!

I rarely come across people who do not like quotes and for those that don’t like it, I wonder how they must feel when they find their social media feeds full of them. To be able to quote life in a few words is a major accomplishment in my opinion. To be able to say something which becomes a “quote”. WOW.

Quote word gains it origin somewhere around 16th century. Almost 5 centuries ago. What began as citation of texts or personal remarks slowly took form of fashion and the words began to spread in letters, notes, plays, ads, word-of-mouth etc. Slowly the medieval word kinda took over the world until making reference to others or citing a text or a person became a worldwide phenomenon by the 20th century.

Scroll down your feed on any social media and you will notice minimum ten quotes, yes even in blogging. I have an old notebook from my school times. It’s full of quotes and there are so many different types of marking. For example, three stars against an important quote, two against another, you get the idea. I recently read many posts containing quotes and loved so many of them. So I thought I’ll dedicate a post to quotes.

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I Write. Because You Exist.

I Write. Because You Exist.

Someone must have said this before. Someone must have felt this before. Someone must have written this before. But no matter; I will say it again, I will write it again. I write, because you exist.

You. Yes, You – you changed my world by becoming a part of it. One day, like the unexpected breezy rain, you gushed into my life on the wings of the wind. You shook me gently and woke me from a slumber I didn’t realize I was in. You filled the empty spaces in my heart like pure rain water smoothly runs into the cracks of the river banks and fill up the reservoir for the coming summers. Yet, in the summers you stayed, like a giant oak tree shelters many, you sheltered my lost belief.

Is this love? I kept asking. I told you, “I love you.”

I was frustrated that you never spoke of the love you felt for me. Oh no! I only read it in your actions that spoke to my aching soul. Truth smiled upon me, the beauty of your tranquil love; revived the words in me. Such stupidity you had to endure yet you stayed.

I wrote in vain, I wrote for what it seemed like a century. Maybe, just needed a soul to recognize the tiny voice within me. I turned on the lights to look for something & I found you staring back to me. A wandering soul, I was. You gave me a home. You became part of my adventures. I can still not wrap my mind around how you and I became us.

You saved my words and you nurtured them, even though you didn’t know how to. Maybe you are as clueless as I am. I just want you to know….

 Because You Exist. I will keep on writing.

Born-again-my-petridish

Born Again.

Born Again.

All of a sudden life seemed so different. Looking back, things have changed so much. She can’t go back to what she wanted. Changes came in like the ocean waves, slowly but steadily and she was too busy to notice.

Love. Was that it? If she didn’t love them all, would it be any different? Would she have taken the roads she wanted to take so dearly? People. Some, who broke her heart. Some who cared. Stayed.

Never knew life would change so fast. In ten years she can’t even tell the difference from where she began and where she has come. Ten years flew by in a blink. She had imagined herself elsewhere, how did she end up here?

Was she not willing to take the chances and move forward with herself? Being alone, is that what scares her? Looking back, she didn’t make much of a choice. Sweet talks and loved ones kept her in a cocoon of “what is good for her”. Who was to decide? Who is to say? if not her?

Tired by the shackles of love, she picked up her pen and began to write. Her pen is mightier than any sword. She began going on adventures she only dreamed about. Now, her love is fierce, in her eyes there’s a fire. She met a men, he knew her soul. She fell in love again. The fire in her soul grows stronger by the day.

Being loved for who she was, she became fearless. Like a phoenix, from the ashes of her old life, she was born again. Mighty as the phoenix, her flight has just began. She is the one people write poems and stories about.

When she sees a soul estranged and longing as she once was, she smiles. She whispers, “hang in there and someday, when you believe, you will be born too.”

 

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