All posts tagged: Work

Here we go again

We all say that to ourselves. The question is: when do you say it? Do you say it when you are being rejected, failing, stuck, panicked, overwhelmed or alone? Or do you say it when you’re engaged, winning, changing things and are in the groove? Because the more you rehearse this feeling; this saying, the more it’s going to happen. We get what we expect. And we expect what we get. The easiest way to change this cycle is to alter the scale we play in. If you keep failing at the big stuff, it’s worth honing the habit of succeeding at the small stuff first. And if you’re finding yourself in a rut, a cycle of failure, walk away from that series of projects and find a new field to plant your seeds in. Advertisements

Pattern

Here In north India if women had left dishes overnight to wash them tomorrow; then elderly women used to say that the dishes will now go to bathe in the Ganga. It has a metaphorical meaning if you apply it to human day to day life. What you set out today for, has to be finished today else killing time kills more time. Don’t turn it into a pattern.  

Layers

There are many layers under and above your skin, that is living by you day after day. Taking time of its own becoming and slowly settling into a tendency. We become our tendencies. Repetition of gestures becomes life long habits. As simple as acquiring the taste of sugar. But as soon as it becomes a norm for the body; the mind should be taught a lesson. Every becoming habit should be tested in its phase of tendency. To be done away with from time to time can make you decide better for your good. We started working on The Capital yesterday. The meeting went on for over eight hours. We were able to streamline our thoughts and came out with opening images. Its going to be an interesting journey for next six months.

Digital mind

The world has long gone past finding comfort for humans. Comfort seems secondary. They might only say it has only started. Facebook and Google will leave no stone unturned to get even the last human trying to hide in his cave to the world. The momentum of the world trade and news constantly travelling is like making too much noise standing. IIam certain the race is not to find god but to become formless while living. One can argue, we are our own god and only us can stop ourselves from doing or not doing. In doing they might have exceeded their own expectations but every achievement is not the end of the story. The story keeps becoming. It is neverending. It merely adds another layer of truth, another variation of the result. How ever much our minds become digital, we are still a long way to forget our mothers.

Schools ruining the foundational roots of learning

We spent almost 15 years being brainwashed on how to be students. And we’re still paying the price. It is proven that the most dangerous habits all come from high school. Because if you are not willing to explore and experience, you are not willing to learn. Traditional schooling rewards multitasking and widespread mediocrity, with a focus on ‘good enough’. means you’ve done enough, quick, get on to the next thing. I was reading it on somewhere that almost every public speaker has experienced the back-row syndrome. Where did we learn to seek out the anonymous middle or the nether zone of the back row? Who taught us to worry about getting called on? If you’re going to bother showing up, why not show up in the front row? It’s that tension and focus that will help you see yourself in a different light. Wondering is a lot more effective than wandering. School pushes hard for wide not deep. It puts maximum pain on us when we’re doing below the standard in things we don’t love, …

Days at Mount Black

Dawn 13 Day 1 I went rather late. In midst of going or not going which has become a pattern. The sun became orange and soon hid behind city buildings. I was still in metro. I took two tuk tuks and still had to walk. The air changed to worst. The smell. Blood was seen spilled. The water filled pot holed roads. I bought four chocolates for the girl and one for the boy. I reached without straying to her place. She had just taken bath and was looking at herself when from the sides of her eye she saw me. And hid herself behind the door. She was humming a song. Combing her wet hair. Looking at herself. But as she hid herself from my gaze, she was smiling, she was shying. I asked about her health. If she is studying? of course not. I met her brother. I remembered him fondly. He was the most interactive little boy facing camera confidently last year when I was shooting. I gave both of them each …