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On the discovery of discipline

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After a long bunch of dreary posts, I thought I might share a little something cheerful.

I’ve started writing again. I mean writing for myself, rather than just for loaded clients and agencies that pay me to write junk for them. And what a number of self discoveries I’ve had since!

Not least important of them is willpower. I’ve never known myself to be a particularly disciplined man. I let myself be run by my distractions and tangents. And that’s not entirely a bad thing in itself. But to see myself willing to cut off from everything else in the world and just write. I’ve never known I had such a thing in me.

I’ve been working on my novel for a few weeks now, but the last couple of days have been such a ride. And that’s due mainly because I’ve decided to not let anything else take over. The desire to finish this one is bigger than anything else right now. And I’m secretly proud of it, too.

All I need now is luck from all the places it can come from. Wish it to me good folks, that I might finish this piece and soon get it published!

Peace.
Kabir.

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Can I have a cappuccino, with a dash of irony, please?

Hello, hello. I’ve noticed that the last few posts on my blog have been, let’s say, a bit sombre. So I thought I might share some irony with you today. And, as they’d say in Hollywood, this post is based on a real life story.

So, I was at a coffee shop last morning, waiting for a hot cuppa before I began reading something mildly interesting. And I happened to notice the wall next to me. And the first thing my eye fell upo was this little piece of engraved pomposity above. A coffee shop that prides itself in the conservation of wildlife and all things natural.

At first, I felt glad. Then, I felt a little sick in the stomach. I would have blamed it on the coffee, only it hadn’t arrived just yet. Then I realised that it was the wall. The whole thing was made of wood.

Now, I don’t quite follow how someone can say they’re proud of themselves for saving natural resources by putting up the message on stuff made by chopping trees.

And the thing is, when I don’t really follow something, I tend to get a little sick in the stomach. Mystery solved. Irony enjoyed.

P.S.: Since this is a public blog, I don’t suppose I should be telling you that the coffee shop was a Cafe Coffee Day in Bangalore. So I won’t tell you that.

Peace.
Kabir

 

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Gary Larson – The Far Side!

Hello and good evening / morning / afternoon / late night to everyone who’s reading this right now. About an hour ago, I had a meeting with a software company who wanted their website completely overhauled – new design, new content, new everything. (New and improved, if you will.) So I got home and got a drink. That’s generally what I do before I start thinking of what to write. And that’s when the brief, let’s say, is absorbed. So, while Mr. Jack hung around the coffee table, I remembered that they wanted the website to have a very comic strip kind of feel. I still don’t know why they want it that way, but they do.┬áSo I did the next thing I do when my system absorbs something from the brief. I poured myself another small one, and sipped gently.

It was this gentle sip that reminded me of my favourite cartoonist in the whole wide world. Mr. Gary Larson. I remember a time when I was much younger when I’d spend most of the time in my then day-job lapping his cartoons up. He was so irreverent. He cartooned everything from religion to politics to people to superheroes. He spared nobody. And I’m glad he did.

This was a wonderful evening – with Mr. jack and Mr. Larson. I thank you both dearly.

Peace.
Kabir

 

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Happy birthday, John.

I know, I know. I’ve probably been doing one post too many on John Lennon and The Beatles, but it’s the man’s birthday today, you know. So I had to, nay, really wanted to write this one.

Here was a man who came out of nowhere and formed a band that changed the way the world heard its music. A man who believed in his ideals and ideas. A man who was not afraid to stick his neck out for what he believed in. A man who was at once open as a book and closed as a locked trunk. A man who chose the handshake over the fist. A man who loved peace more than war. A man who was at once vulnerable and witty, loud and introverted, calm and cantankerous. A man who died too early. A man I believe in.

Happy birthday, John.

Peace.
Kabir

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The man who mistook his wife for a hat.

No, this didn’t happen to me or any of my friends or foes even. This is the title of a most stunning book (by Oliver Sacks) that I have just finished reading. I’m no great shakes at reviewing books (yet), so I think I’m just going to recommend this to everyone who wants to start scraping the surface of human psychology.

Peace.
Kabir

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