The Way I am

The lyrics from the song It’s Time by Imagine Dragons is stuck in my head from a few weeks now probably because I’ll been replaying the same playlist again and again and this is one of the songs I like the most from the playlist.

The best part for me in the whole song is the following verses:

“I’m just the same as I was

Now don’t you understand

That I’m never changing who I am”

Okay,I know the band probably meant  something a little different when they wrote the song but I like it because it’s the reply I like to give to everyone who keeps suggesting to change this and change that.

In middle school I was the shy kid who got bullied. In high school I had learned to stand up for myself but being the fat kid who was more or less a nerd,  I didn’t really fit in with everyone. I’m still a nerd but I’m in better shape than before. Then there are the people who believe they are perfect and always keeps telling what I should do to get better. I don’t need there so-called advice, I like myself the way I am. I don’t reject everything people say outright, I do give it a thought to know whether I should consider what they said but most of the times it useless stuff. I have people who don’t mind the way I am and I’ve learned not to care about the others.

This post turned out to be a bit of a rant but I said what I had to say.

Written as a response to the Daily Prompt.
(Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.)

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Barter

Today’s prompt reminds of when we were kids. We used to exchange collectibles hoping to complete our collections. Those who had the prized and rare ones usually got a better deal when it came to exchanges.

Then we grew up and now we exchange our life and soul for the money paid by the corporate world. Unfortunately since money is involved this doesn’t fall under the gamut of Barter. But in a way it still is a barter isn’t it?  The word barter brings up the picture in our minds of dusty markets where people buy things in exchange of goats and chickens. Seeing most of us don’t actually have those we might have to come up with new items for trade. Maybe offer up laptops and iPods, or designer labels and accessories  in exchange. Not such a good picture to think of.

The prompt asks if the world worked on a barter system how I would fair. My answer- not that good. I don’t have anything to give in exchange. Unless they’ll take books, if they do then I can live comfortably for a few years. After that I have no idea what I’ll do, may be I’ll write for exchange or take photographs. I really don’t think I have anything else to give  unless I learn something new.

After considering the alternative being a worker bee in the huge corporate hive doesn’t look that bad. I was a good employee when I had a job. Hopefully someday soon I’ll find another office to be part of.

Written as a response to the Daily Prompt : Barter System.

Life As A Wanderer

I like the idea of a living a nomadic life.  In-fact I  prefer it to living at one place. It would be nice to have a home base but that is not completely necessary. The picture that comes to mind when I  hear the word nomad is of camels and tents.I don’t intent on living like that. I’ll prefer some kind of lodging , nothing big just something to live in for a while.Travel

Growing up I moved around a lot. I’ve lived in five different cities in three different states and studied in six different schools. I am living in the same city for that last ten years and it’s driving me a little crazy. I can’t live anywhere for a long period of time, and by long I mean two or three years. After a while there is nothing left to see in the city, nothing new to experience.

There is a pure pleasure in exploring a new city. Seeing things for the first time, the food, the way of life, the people, the buildings and the sights. Everything about a new city is so exciting. It’s like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. You have no idea what to expect when you turn a corner.

It’s better if you can actually stay in a place for some time, say a year or two, instead of being a tourists that stays a week. As a tourist we just follow a map and flock to the sights that are known to be famous. Every city has much more to offer. Hidden gems that only those who stay long enough get to know.

I’m a light traveler. Everything I need to live can be packed in one bag. Well, if I am going to be a nomad then I guess I’ll pack two bags( a little more things if you have no home-base). I might have to leave behind all my books but I’ll switch over to kindle or something.

I hope I get to at-least travel a lot more in the future even if I don’t actually became a nomad. Just pack my bags, meet new people, enjoy new food and explore a new place.

Written as a response to Daily Prompt: Rolling Stone (If you could live a nomadic life, would you? Where would you go? How would you decide? What would life be like without a “home base”?)

P.S  The Daily Prompt for July 20th is almost the same so I’m using the same post with a little addition that’s given below.

The prompt has an another question in it – What makes a place “home” to you?

For me home is any place where I can be happy.I’m not saying I have to be happy 24/7 but if the life there is good then any place can be considered as home.

The One Taking The Photograph

 Daily Prompt : Tables Turned

Are you as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?

The answer for the first is a definite no! I love taking photographs but not being  the subject of a photograph.

I take hundreds of photos at parties, get-togethers or when on holiday but I’ll only be there in five or six of them.  I take photos because I like to capture a moment, in a way I’m freezing it forever. This probably started because I had to move around so much and everything in life kept changing so photographs became the means to remember.

I probably should also mention the fact the I was always a little crazy when it came to photographs(emphasis on crazy). My parents tell me that when I was a toddler I had a habit of waking up at three in the morning. I would then wake my parents up and ask them to bring all the albums and will go through the photographs and ask what was going on when each photograph was taken. My parents lost a lot of sleep that way. This went on for almost a year till they had enough of it and made me get rid of that habit.

As for writing, I’ve mentioned it a lot of times already but once again – I like to write .
No one has ever written about me and I don’t think anyone will find much to write anyway. Though if someone does write I wouldn’t have a problem with that(as long as whatever is written doesn’t have a photograph of me attached to it).

Daily Prompt: Great or Greatest?

Prompt for the day: Great or Greatest?

What makes a blog great? What makes you follow a blog or “Like” a post?

Since my blog is only one month old I’m still learning about what makes a blog great. So I can’t really answer that question. Though in my opinion writing about  things that makes you feel good will be enjoyed by others too.

I can give a much better answer  for the second part of the prompt. Whether I like a post or a blog depends entirely on the content of the posts. Sometimes reading one post is enough to make up my mind for others it might take couple more posts.

I love seeing the photos taken by fellow bloggers and like reading about books, music, movies,poems,short stories and random musings. This means I have a wide variety of blogs and posts to read and I do read so many of them and have found a lot of great blogs and I’m sure I’ll continue to find more in the future.

 

 

Nightmares

Ever had a dream that scares the bejeezus out of you ? I had one last night and the creepier thing is it’s the third time I’m having the same dream, as far as I remember. There are a few dreams you remember even after waking up, this is one of those for me. That’s why I know I have seen it before even though it’s been some time since I saw it last.

There isn’t much that happens in the dream. It’s middle of the night or early morning or something,anyway it’s really dark. I feel like there is something outside the house so I look out the bedroom window. My bedroom is on the first floor overlooking the road. It’s dark enough that I can’t see much, other than that a man is standing just outside the house. I can’t see his face or any other features, just a silhouette in the small amount of light coming from the street light. I’m scared in the dream and somehow I know that he’s upto no good and that he’s NOT really human. At this point in the dream I’m feeling terrified.I just keep peeking out the window again and again. The guy doesn’t move, just stands there. The last time I peek I see the guy right outside my window and he jumps at me(the window has disappeared by this time). This is the point where I wake up! I don’t see a face, even at close range, just blackness. That’s enough to terrify anyone in a dream right? Try having it trice!

I know people interpret dreams and all that but I don’t think any such thing is worth wasting my time. If you choose to believe in all that then whatever, it’s your decision. No one is ever going to make me believe in psychics and palm readers. I don’t have a problem with nightmares but I  really hate it when they wake me up because most of the time I can’t go back to sleep. Once I wake up I know there is nothing to be scared of but in the dream my mind the whole thing is ten times more terrifying.

I racked my brains trying to come up with some other topic for the day but nothing else surfaced and the headache I’ve got is not helping. So I think I’m going to get into bed and sleep early. Hopefully, no more nightmares tonight.

Not Much Going On

Pretty ordinary day. Nothing happened except we had another small thunderstorm. It only lasted about half an hour but it blew out some power lines or something. That meant no TV or computer and with a knack of perfect timing my mobile ran out of charge too. I don’t have a laptop right now so all in all it was four gadget free hours gifted to me by the storm. It was just four hours but felt more like forty! Couldn’t go out either because of the rain.The lightning show stopped too soon so was left with nothing to do.

My gran tells me about her childhood .People preferred to use lanterns and entertainment was in the form of a transistor radio. Movies were held once or twice a year. Kinda hard to imagine what living like that would be like. I mean they were used to it but if someone sent me back in time to live like that I’ll go mad pretty soon.TV, mp3 player, mobile  and computer, most of my day is spent with one of these things.

Thankfully they repaired the power lines. Now back to life of 21st Century.