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Change

Sometimes throbbing with vibrancy of life and then fading into dust; change is inevitable. A journey from dawn to dusk; a cycle of a caterpillar; a miracle from form to formless.

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Sometimes visible to the eyes and sometimes…

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…changing and flowing subtly, taking a new course every second like a river.

Thus, Heraclitus said, “The only thing that is constant is change.”

 

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Blogger Recognition Award

Thank you so much Millie for nominating me for the ‘Blogger Recognition Award’. People who have been reading my posts might already know Millie but for the others who have joined in you’ll need to check her blog to know her. Her blog is a wonderful place where she writes flash fictions and historical posts.

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Here are the rules:

1. Select 15 other blogs you want to give the award to.
2. Write a post to show off your award!
3. Give a brief story of how your blog got started, and give a piece or two of advice to new bloggers.
4. Thank whoever nominated you, and provide a link to their blog.
5. For first award above only (the one with trophy cups on it): List who you’ve nominated in the post and link your post to Edge of Night.

Here are the nominees:

Litadoolan
What Does Nelkumi Think?
Stories By Shivangi
Leigh’s Wordsmithery
Heena Rathore P.
Colline’s Blog
A Simple Life
Suyash Chopra
Snow’s Fissures And Fractures
Ana Linden

I would really be happy if you’d except the award but I would also understand if you decide to decline the award. Congrats, to all the nominees. I would really be interested to here about how you got started with your blogging. 🙂

So, here’s a brief story of how I started blogging.

When writing struck me I was scribbling on notebooks. Two years had moved on and the term ‘blog’ settled in my mind. I asked a person, from younger generation, who could have known about it – my sister. She gave me a brief idea about blogging. I asked her if I can blog because I thought you had to be a celebrity to blog. She smiled and said, “no, anyone can blog, even you can.” So, I asked her to help me with my account. She opened a WordPress account for me.

That was the day… and, ever since I’ve enjoyed every bit of blogging.

Two piece of advice:

Just write. Don’t worry about the stats, just enjoy and write like a mad writer. Some post attract huge traffic, some don’t. Don’t worry about – the whys and hows – it will not be fruitful. What matters is – if you enjoyed writing it or not.

Step out and away from your comfort zone. Not always but once in a while. Do something that you have not done before in your blog. This not only helps the creativity flowing in you but also redefines your blogging personality (that is, if you only want to do something new, if not then stick with whatever you are comfortable with).

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Staying connected

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God’s children we all are,

supreme beings – eternal souls.

Connected we are,

at each folds.

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Humanly bodies dwelling on earth,

lose our supremacy.

Connected – are we?

Or, trying to connect;

mending each folds.

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Taking a student’s seat

Hello, dear friends. I know… been a while…been busy. I really missed saying hellos, posting comments, and reading.

My smooth blogging life was shaken and stirred when I started taking driving lessons.

People say, “There is no right age for learning”. I believe and agree with that saying. But driving scares me. Driving in anger and not in a sane mind is what I had always thought of. So, how was I to learn driving?

As I’m no longer a teenager, I was not very sure if I was scared (of the obvious reason – accidents) or disliked the idea of taking control (as I feared for my life and the living around me). Inspite of my medium sized horrors my courage had reasoned out with my fear.

It also turned out that my fear and resistance had given rise to a new kind of excitement. I was excited not to sit behind the wheels but to sit on a student’s seat.

I knew what kind of student I would be. The only thing I was unsure of, was – what kind of teacher or driving instructor will I get. I was a bit nervous and scared as I had heard some miserable experiences of other learners and how the instructors could be mean to learners.

Finally, the day came, when I was to meet my driving instructor. I was excited. We exchanged smiles. Behind my hesitant smile I was trying to ascertain how good or bad teacher will she be. Although, not sure if she was doing the same with me – judging me as a quick or a slow learner.

We started with the lessons.

Day 1 – was important to me, and the little body on four wheels. I was having a hard time understanding its functions and handling it. I felt I was at war with my senses…checking the mirrors, controlling the steering wheels, gears, clutch, brake and accelerator. I pitted myself and my four-wheel companion as it made noise while I struggled with it.

My instructor didn’t need a master’s degree to understand that I was scared. She asked me to stop and relax. She allowed me to drive at the lowest speed to get a feel of the three musketeers – clutch, brake and accelerator.

Day 2 was much better. I still had to learn a lot but I felt relaxed.

As the days passed, I think, I got better with managing the three musketeers and other controls.

What really encouraged me was the support and positive attitude of my instructor or teacher towards me. Never was she rude and always patient (a trademark of a good teacher). If I missed something, she would say, “I’m going to constantly repeat the instruction till you get it right.” She kept repeating, until I was taking the right kind of U-turns or changing lanes or applying the brakes. When I would stop in the traffic, she would instruct me calmly. She would say, “Don’t worry. We are just learning. Don’t hasten otherwise you will commit mistake and it might take longer. Whatever you do…do it slowly and gently.” Gently I would get started and off we would go.

She had surpassed my checklist of a good teacher. Her excitement and keenness to teach had motivated me to leave my fears behind and learn freely. Her cool and calm attitude had pushed me to try better every time.

Our combination, of obedient student and dedicated teacher had worked well. Up to an extent I think we both have been successful in our process of teaching and learning.

I’m still learning as she thinks I need some more practice and confidence.