My Petridish

Imagination is the fire of life…

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Creativity is a form of life. Hemangini Patel Raj

Is Society Responsible For Killing Our Creativity Skills? Let’s See In An Award Winning Animation

Every child is born with an unusual creativity skill that keeps their childish enthusiasm alive.

“Never lose your childish enthusiasm….”

So we tell our kids as they grow up and enter adulthood.  But our society has to tell us on every step of our life how we should live, how we should behave, dress and so on. Sadly, it doesn’t stop there, it also needs to dictate what we should do with our career and how we should earn instead of ‘live’.

Clean Slate – every child is born as one until they begin to understand the world around them and we begin to tell them how inappropriate their actions are and how they need to change. Dictation starts at home and then it drags on to public/private school. The education system is the best place to kill a child’s creativity, except if you have Mr. Han or Miss. Gruwell to teach you.

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Super Women Inspiring Stories of 20 Women Entrepreneurs by Prachi Garg

Super women exist all around us. That being said, nowadays it is not usual to find stories of Women entrepreneurs in newspaper articles and magazines. But to know the full story we have to look around us and take help of Google to know more about these women. Even then it is difficult to get to know a good deal about how those women achieved success in their endeavors.

Super Women by Prachi Garg focuses on 20 women entrepreneurs who chose careers in different fields despite the herd-mentality of people around them.

You can either be part of the problem or the solution.

I knew one of the Women-preneurs, Alicia Souza from Facebook. I love her illustrations and seeing her mentioned in the book was exciting. Check out her illustrations you will feel warm and happy in no time. Rest of them came as a surprise to me even though I regularly follow news especially related to Women Entrepreneurs. 

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Solemn Oath

The Awkward Solemn Oath I took at the beginning of 2017…

Solemn Oath means a dignified promise you make mostly to yourself or someone else. In other words, it also means, ‘you are screwed!’

Remember those tiny voices that start ringing in our heads as the New Year approaches? Yep! I have those too. Some call it New Year Resolutions, which I don’t make as I know I won’t be able to ride the resolution cart through the year.

Solemn Oath My Petridish Micky Mouse

Nope! Just can’t.

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Life of Pi. Work Life

Work Life. Working Towards An Early Grave? Are We?

Work life takes up almost 8-10 and sometimes 12-14 hours of my life. I often sit at my desk and while my fingers are tirelessly going on at the keyboard my mind wanders off onto the balcony of my room. Suddenly it’s morning again and I can hear the birds chirp and have some tea in the company of my running mom and dad.

I have a family of working people, we all pinch for time with each other. I will surely hate such a married life where both of us are running around doing mind-boggling tasks for an employer who will replace us without a blink. Such is working life. Times are tough too, we have to do something to sustain our lifestyle. Plus, being entirely dependent on other will be quite boring perhaps?

Many European countries are facing problems with Government funds because decades ago people used to retire early, like in their 40s or 50s and there are not enough young people. Holly Molly, they were so busy in work life they even forgot to make babies?

In the vast and fast life, every day is passing by so quickly before you know it it’s already a New Year. When you are happy time flies by easy, without us noticing it. How many times does it actually happen? How many times time just flies by because we are busy with stuff? Stuff like our jobs, transits, things we keep planning for but not do etc.

Sad rice panda.. Work life

Now Government is thinking of making the retirement age 62-68. Whew! I am surely retiring early to being a self- employed person have a cubicle job so I’ll be fine I guess but what about the inny-minny monkeys hanging from the roofs fixing all the roofs and windows? What about the tiny waist air hostesses? Plus have you people seen today’s old people in our industry? People above 50 are already bored and sick of their job. They can not wait to retire! Monotony kills people before old age can. Learning new thing? Nuh-huh!

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Perfect strangers so close yet too far apart

Perfect Strangers. So Close Yet Too Far Apart.

This article will reach all kind of people, the perfect strangers that I write about. People from different ethnicity and religion, different cultures and age groups will be reading this post. Most of us will never meet each other personally nor would we talk for more than a few times if not at all. Yet, by reading each other’s written words or pictures we converse.

We convey to each other our heart’s desires and our deepest troubles yet we feel misunderstood and unhappy. Most of us will never know what the person living next to us wants the most or fears the most, we won’t know a lot of things about someone who lives right next to us leave alone someone who lives a thousand miles away.

Yet by crossing this initial barrier of ignorance and invisibility, by acknowledging that someone out there is going to read my post, just imagining about that makes me feel the presence of another human being. Just like me, sitting there, reading…

There are too many of us and we are all too far apart. 

So true Kurt Vonnegut.

I say this because I feel that we have become immune to everything else but ourselves. Every tragedy, bad news, social issues sounds fake somehow. The person walking two steps from us seems like a perfect stranger, we hardly even recognize that person as a human being. Our power of empathy seems to be taken away from us because there’s just too many of us… Too many to count.

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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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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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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.”

 

Wake Early. Love mornings

On Waking Up Early. Why I wake up early now?

Every time you come in yelling that God damn “Rise & Shine!” “Rise & Shine!” I say to myself, “How lucky dead people are.” 

Tennessee Williams

I couldn’t agree more. Hate it when I am woken up in the morning. Hated it more when I was a kid because I was rushed to the school ASAP.

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