An answered QUESTION...

Indifferent to my norms, this write-up isn't the sorts where I get the first line at random which then pricks me to write some nonsense. Today I faced an unexpected question from my Line manager and since then it is bothering my conscience. Like I mentioned in my previous outing, the Void that I experience by not being in the creative field has always been a digging truth of my life.

However not so indifferent is my actual take on life and my current profession. What I do for a living is not my obvious choice, but then I'v had very little scope to experiment and slow my pace down - A privilege only open to people with white skin I suppose. When I first started working on my new job, I belonged to that conventional brigade, where one is always up for grabs on anything to prove his mettle. Not that after working for sometimes has had a demotivating effect on me. But Mr. DM's question this evening has made me realise that a thing called SMILE is amiss from the topography of my face. I was thinking of things to set the contours right on my face and with good reason I found some leads.

Surprisingly I feel more than confident now, that though the thing I do may not interest me, but am grateful to God for making me do it with full honesty. I am glad that others appreciate me enough to keep me moving irrespective of the emotional downfall. I'm lucky that people around me had very limited complains to pull me down. I remember Ian's gesture when he said, that you really have an opportunity to prove yourself, by taking up a thing that is not your own and making it your prowess in due time. Though it may sound a routine gimmick, but I believe having taken it with a pinch of salt, I know how it tastes.

No matter how tough the going is, you can sustain and endure until a little thing called HOPE resides within. On a closing note, I'd quote a text from the letter of Andy Dufresne (of the Shawshank Redemption fame) "Remember HOPE is a good thing, perhaps the best of things and no good thing ever dies" So here I'd like to keep the fire alive and why not, that is the only reason I read a lot of books on advertising. It really keeps me connected with what I want in life...

The Persistence of Void...

The dullness of any expression can often be rooted to its ambiguity – ambiguity derived from the absence of any relative sensibility. The concept of the aforesaid thought might sound ambiguous to some of you, but that is the least explanation I have for this thought. The very reason of its vagueness is the relative sense one derives for a thing. Like for me, creativity is one thing that I find a sense of direction in. Anything else despite making conventional sense does feel a perverse course of action to me. Working in retail for me hasn’t been a choking experience though, still to fill in the emptiness that lack of creativity offers in my current occupation, I find my blog as a way to feed my creative hunger.


Having taken a rather complex route to come to terms with the purpose of this write-up, I’d say I wanted to write something on the mocking VOID that everybody has in life, irrespective of time, situation and resources. I’ve had dark circles with an amazing consistency of more than 4 years now. What different phases in life made me maintain this consistency is an interesting story for my future write-ups. But presently I feel that these dark circles are a result of a fruitful activity to me. Often I type things like this which appear on my blog, in the most calming depths of the night. The reason why I inflict this indiscipline in my life is the VOID of a creative opportunity.


Bizarrely all of the articles on my blog were never a work of a well-thought and structured thought. Every of those articles including this has started with just the first sentence psychically occurring to me while travelling in the underground, closing my eyes for slumber, or simply pondering in the loo. The moment the first sentence strikes me, I experience this desperate urgency to churn a flow of words, which seldom makes sense to any of you. Notoriously though, this article too came into existence, when the very first line of this write-up occurred to me in the loo – the time was 3.47 am. Instead of dying the death of lying in the bed, I prefer to stay up and jot whatever thoughts that construe to my intellects.


I undertake this avoidable exercise to fill the creative lapse in life. Call it lapse, absence, vaccum or emptiness... for my creative liberty I choose the word VOID. Void is something that has a notorious legacy attached to it. People who achieve material ambitions or even spiritual excellence, still strive to go beyond despite being at the apex level of their prowess. This is the legacy that I talk about; this is what persistence of void does to all. No matter what level of self-actualisation one has for a particular thing in life, he or she is definitely cornered with the insurgent thought of Void... And often it is an antecedent to an undisciplined trajectory.


For those fortunate beings who successfully handle this ominous truth of life, setting the boundary of contentment is an achievable feat. Unlike me, having a red-brick MBA, with a reasonable job and still getting cornered with Void... results in the evolution of this isolated blog. The very reason that I write these secluded articles is this creative cavity. And this I feel shall only be filled for once when I’d be called a COPYWRITER.



Until then...
This blog is my pet,
till the days I regret...

Takes a favourable turn
Hope this creative fire until then...
continues to burn...