CYNOSURE IS MUSED

  When the mind sways, And when the same feelings this heart portrays, And when pot is also not left with enough ink, so when the quill says, Words on the parchment feel like a cheap fabric that frays. So many lines fumbled, So many feelings got crumbled, Like someone feels when they get ghosted, Those letters, in the drawer, always remained unposted. PS: Most of my posts are late night musings. Either way, the letter posted or not, the things I write reach this online platform or not, it feels good to scribble down random words once in a while.

  " A marathon takes roughly 45,000 steps to complete. No matter how joyous, repetitive, monotonous or painful each step may be, it takes every one of those steps to reach the distance of 42.195 km. The marathon doesn’t care if a single step was powerful, weak, short, long or devoid of energy. The marathon is incomplete if even one step is missing. Every step taken, regardless of how reluctant, tired, energetic or lackluster it may be, cannot be retaken or repeated as the same version of oneself from that instance.  Every step counts. Similarly, an average person will live to 80 years of age, which is 4,160 weeks or 29,200 days. No matter how joyous, repetitive, monotonous or painful each day may be, it takes every one of those days to complete one’s life. Life doesn’t care if a single day was bad, sad, happy, productive or lazy. End of one’s life cannot be reached if even one day is missing. Every day lived, regardless of how disconnected, absent, lost, unfulfilled, unhappy, ...

My daddy wakes me up at six in the morning, And says, "Wake up, it's time to go to school." My mommy helps me put my uniform, It make me look so cool. Shoes, yes. Tie, yes. Daddy and mommy said, "God bless". Before I forget, ID Card. Yeaassss. Mommy packed my lunch. Yumm... Yumm... Yumm... Going to school is merry. Because I sing with my friends, "Humm... Humm... Humm..." Ooppss, the bus has come, So I ran in a hurry. Driver uncle said, "I'll wait, Please don't worry." I board my bus at seven,  Off it goes.. zooooom. We do our assembly, And then go to classroom. I love doing drawing, Ms. Lily is my favorite teacher. Friendly and always smiling, She calls me "Naughty little creature". We eat our lunch, And play in the afternoon. Sometimes I play hide and seek, Sometimes I play with balloons. We then study math, Two candy and two candy, makes it four. Then we study science, I love how tiger roar. Oooowww, it's time to go h...

I think it's the longest break I've taken from an official running event since I've properly started running in 2018. Today while discussing with a friend, I ended up re-living my running sundays in my mind. Then just for few moments (I had to do it), I got up and just admired these medals and got back to work. Missing collecting more of these..!! Let's see what all I can add to the list for the moments that are missing in my life because of Corona. Lemme start: I'm missing ... That feeling of booking flight tickets and hotel accomodation three months in advance to travel for the run That feeling of collecting and keeping all running gear up front in the evening as you have to go for a run next morning That feeling of cursing myself when I put an alarm for 3 in the morning to wake up That feeling of cursing myself when I had to wake up and leave the bed at 3 in the morning as I had to go for a run That feeling of finally getting a good bowel move ment at such an odd...

Covid-19 has got to the nerves of everyone, someway or the other. However, there is one thing that has helped me maintain my sanity is endurance sports, like long runs and long bike rides. There are days, when I've started doing my own mini-duathlon (say 20-30km bike ride followed by 10k run). This might sound awkward to many, but there are few who will be okay with me doing this. Despite all this, even with so much physical activity, I've never attempted a half marathon alone. All my 14 half-marathons have been in some event or the other. Maximum distance I've covered alone, I guess, will be around 17-18km at a stretch. So to give it a try, last weekend, I thought of attempting a half marathon. All alone. I made this decision pretty late I guess, as weekend was almost over. Yup, it was just another usual Sunday evening (there wasn't anything special gonna happen while everyone is stuck in the lockdown). I geared up and went down for a run. However, with Corona around t...

Travel the world, Be your own muse. World can be a cruel place, Lets put it to some use. Find the rhythm, In day to day rush. How about we put, Those unnecessary voices to hush. Focus on the silence, Find the nature's acoustic. Like even at low tides, Ocean feels therapeutic. Lost in our efforts, We even struggle to strive. Buried under simulated burdens, We forget to thrive. Take a look, There's so much to life. Turn around and see once, Beautiful nature's rife. Go ahead, Experience and nurture. I'll wait for you on the other side, While I create my own culture.  

I had a bad history of stage appearances. Not that, if I reached on stage, someone was gonna come to me and eat me alive, but yeah, that’s how it felt to me. Apart from that what all I felt when I was on stage is tough to describe, but let me make an attempt to the same. Symptoms were as follows: 1) Looking down at the floor or up on the ceiling, 2) Dry lips, 3) Itchy throat, 4) Elevated heartbeat, 5) Trembling legs, 6) Sweat dripping all over me, 7) Lower than normal voice (I’m already known for not speaking much loudly) I’ll come back and add more if any other thing pops-up my head, but right now, apart from someone eating me alive, these 7 points I mentioned above were the key highlights of my mental and physical state whenever I stepped on any stage addressing even a crowd as small as 4–5 people. Yeah, I know 5 people might not sound big to you, but for someone who has stage fear and paranoia, for them it is a LOT. I ...