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One day, on my way back from work I saw a tiny creation. It was a tiny peepal or bodhi tree. It stood there with dignity on some mud which was invisible to my eyes. Its green leaves fluttered in the breeze. To me, it seemed as if it was conveying the message of its joyous existence.

A few days back I was going through a difficult time, but then everything had turned out to be better. This tiny speck of life was reflecting my state of mind and needed a well deserved attention – at least from me. So instead of taking a selfie, I just took its picture for remembrance sake.

It reminded me, that nothing is impossible… that there will always be some hope. It showed  me that hope will reap some kind of creation. It reminded me that every creation born will only become another’s source of inspiration. Once found inspiration, there will be, every reason to be inspired in life to do anything.

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Beauty is everything

Gone are the days of old cameras when they had limited film rolls. With the advent of digital cameras and even camera phones photography is not only easy but fun.

For an amateur photographer like me, it means to be able to click without any after or before thoughts attached to the moment.

I had my own myths related to photography…like you need to travel (possibly to the best of the locations), you need to capture beautiful things or should I say perfect things only. But I have broken my own myth shell.

Now I’ve understood that you can click amazing photos without traveling as well. Although, if you travel that’s great and if you don’t then don’t let your photography skills catch rust. Just take out your gadget and start clicking – remember it’s a digital camera, what can go wrong with that. Nature itself gives us a variety of things and sometimes it’s not perfect.

I not only look for inspiration in the most beautiful and perfect things but also mundane and imperfect ones. Now, I just like to capture anything as I see beauty in everything… beauty is everything.

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Have an idea or should I wait for some

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What are you doing? Shhh! I’m busy, very busy right now. But I don’t see you doing anything. Don’t you see I’m ideating? No, I don’t see. All I see is you sitting. Yeah! I’m sitting to get ideas but you are disturbing me. “Ok, do you want me to go,” asked my friend, yes, please?

I don’t know there are times when I call for it and there is no sign of it. There are other times when I am busy and it stalks me in my wakeful and sleepy state both.

Yes, I’m talking about the ideas, creativity, imagination, inspiration…you can call it whatever name pleases you.

Is it so difficult to create ideas or is it difficult to create inspiring ideas? I guess when the idea is in your mind you don’t know the true nature of it and it is not that important then. “An idea has come to my mind,” this is what we say or I say. This idea can be related to my household chores or sometimes it could be churning out my creativity at work and the other times it could simply be about what I plan to write and how I write it.

We don’t make any preparations to receive it; it just comes and we just register it at the time being. Of course, what we intend to do with it, is something that we can decide for later. We could abandon it, work on it or simply share it with someone; it is totally your choice.

In this whole creativity process, I believe that it is not the idea that takes much of your effort, but it is that priceless seed of an idea that you need to wait for. This idea if I may say, “works like a miracle”.

You are not certain if it will come, when will it come, where will it come or how will it come. That’s why to me it is no less than a miracle.

There are times when my idea bank is zero (this happens when I’ve had a bad day at work or my boss has eaten my head instead of his lunch). Oh, there is one other time when it goes blank, when I miss my electricity due dates (I don’t mind others, but this is important).

Then there are times when I try to fish for the best idea from my mind pond, but I’m not sure which one to concentrate at. Sometimes when they come, they come at an electrifying speed; if I focus on one the others run away. I guess they sense me as a predator. Therefore, I choose to run after one, I catch it as well. Then I try to remember the other beautiful ideas but now they have just vanished. I try to concentrate, hard, very hard but I can’t get them back.

I think this process is similar to planting a seed in the soil. And then waiting for it to spring to life. How many times have you noticed random plants finding shelter in your garden other than the ones that you have planted? I have noticed it many times, and wondered where did it come from. Of course, there could be endless possibilities but the exact time, the right amount of sunshine, rain, water and other conditions made it possible for them to come to life. Wouldn’t you agree?

I guess the ideas are also like that you don’t know what is the right time or the right resource. You cannot determine at a moment if something or someone inspires you. You do not know what picture your mind has clicked, that could emerge as an idea for later.

Match made at the desk

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Inspired to write when the writers didn’t have a friend named Google and helpful gadgets like iPhone, computers and laptops. All they had were thick dictionaries, books and newspapers to get help from (and of course people).

The year would be somewhere around early 1800’s. A time when the writers would have used the old method of writing; when the typewriters were soon to be invented and laptops were far beyond anyone’s imagination (and even if introduced to the “then” people would seem like a magic box).

The writer sat at his desk. There were many things on the desk a pen stand with a bunch of pens and pencils, a pair of glasses, a steaming coffee mug, lying next to it was an ink bottle and right at the centre was a pile of blank sheets.

The writer had been sitting there for an hour uninterrupted, until George served him a cup of coffee. All his observations and thoughts were being marinated in his mind bowl. Then suddenly he was drawn to the vapours of the coffee and smell the aroma of hot coffee made his brains tick a little faster than before. He thought it must have been his domestic help George, who would have kept that mug on the table for him. He also realized the hour in the clock as it must have been 6 o’clock in the evening (he has always had coffee at this time in the evening).

After sipping the coffee, his mind started racing like a horse. The ideas started visiting his mind from the gallery of his observations. Soon before he could forget he took the pen and started to paint the picture with words onto the sheets of blank papers.

Scratching the words, tearing the pages and throwing the sheets the untidiness had spread its hands from the desk to across the room. The writer was equally frustrated as he was missing something that he could only sense but not put to words.

In the meanwhile, there was something else that was happening amidst the chaos. The pen filled with ink was still standing like a gentleman to hold the hand of his bride to be in white sheet, but the luck was not playing strong for them. Too many times they were engaged and broken off (the papers lying on the floor suggesting their unsuccessful relationship).

The writer couldn’t take it any more. He went to the park. There he became a silent observer of people, trees, flowers, sky, dogs and other small and big thing at the park. He sat on a bench and inhaled some fresh air. Something just struck him and he ran back home like a mad dog. He went to the desk and took out his pen. This time he knew it, the feeling was wonderful, strong…. something heavenly.

The pen was ready to kiss the bride. The blue ink oozing out strongly, bled its heart out all across the white paper. They now saw their future shaping up as the writer was writing across the pages. The marriage was successful what started as few sheets had now become a successful booklet of stories.

The writer had managed to give his feelings and observations some words. He was finally able to make a “match made in heaven” or to say match made at his desk.

Art is where the heart is

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I found myself gazing at a wooden frame which was at a display and had amazed the art lovers. It was not a work of some world famous artist; however, the novice artist had managed to gather some appreciation for his work, locally. The artist had played very well with the colours and made the canvas come alive.

The colours were playing in the garden of canvas as the children would play in the school play ground; each with a unique character of its own breathing the life in the wooden piece of canvas. Like others I found myself staring in admiration at this beauty. And as awestruck I was I just uttered, “What a piece of art”.

So, what is art?

Is it a mere canvas on a wall or only the work which is respected and paid in hefty amounts?

And, who is an artist?

Well, I simply believe that anyone and everyone have an artist at work within themselves.

Art doesn’t have a specific address. It can be born anywhere: on the streets, at shops, at homes just anywhere. I also believe that an artist can be born when true dedication burns in one’s heart.

A mother is a dedicated artist; she is the only one to take care of her children without wanting anything in return. Since the day she becomes aware of the fact that a life is being nurtured in her, she becomes an artist. Every day she might paint a picture of how her child might be. She gives an identity to her child by not only naming her but from now on she would dedicate her life in the upbringing of this child; the child who is her creation.

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A confectioner is really patient and passionate about the sweet delicacies that he makes. Ask me, how?

In the greased canvassed tin he would gently lay the sweet children of cookies. After years of perfection (or maybe he would still be new to the business) he would inspect each cookie, and then he would decorate it with rubied cherries. Finally giving them a gentle brush with egg glaze, which would give them the perfect smile for the baking photo shoot. At last when they march out, he would gently powder them with a little flour dust. Thus ultimately he has created an art.

I can see art and artists everywhere; the only thing is sometimes we are aware and the other times we are just oblivious of the fact that we are creating an art.

The truth is, everyone is creating an art form: from a simple gardener to a cook; from a school teacher to a copywriter; from a sculptor to an architect all are busy creating art.

If you ask me, “what is common between these renowned artists and disguised artists as common people?”

To me “the passionate heart” sounds as the only answer. A true artist would never worry about the returns (monetary or non-monetary). He/she would just create from the core of his/her heart. Driven by crazy ideas from the mind but fuelled by passion and dedication from his/her heart.

Hence, I believe that art can be found anywhere and everywhere. All the things that we see reflect some form of art;as a creator would have created it with a true dedicated heart.

What inspires you?

What inspires you?

The question asked was, “do you think inspiration is necessary in life?” It then lead to a series of questions.

Q. Do you think inspiration is necessary in life?

A. Yes, I think it is very important in one’s life.

Q. What inspires you?

A. I can say people and things.

Q. What kind of people or who inspires you?

A. Well! I would say that I’m inspired by people who have influenced history or may be have/had something unique in them.

Q. What do you mean by “who have influenced history”?

A. By history, I mean those people who have stood against odd times and people for their beliefs or talents and abilities. For example, I was always inspired by Leonardo Da Vinci. He was everything that you could think of a painter, sculptor, engineer, mathematician, inventor and a writer. I don’t know if anyone else dreamt of a flying machine or a time machine before him, but he did at his time. Shakespeare is one of the greatest literary geniuses that time has ever produced. Galileo, who brought a revolutionary change in the field of science and astronomy, the ones that, became a foundation for today’s discoveries. How can anyone forget Thomas Alva Edison? Well! These are just to name a few. They were just ordinary people who chased their dreams and believed in those. They were simple people inspired by things or people around them (at least that’s what I believe).

Q. Earlier you said “people who had/have something unique in them” what do you mean by unique in this context?

A. By unique, I mean something that they did differently or a talent they possessed (it could be something normal or anything extra ordinary in their life). For example: Mother Teresa, J.K. Rowling, Steve Jobs etc.

Q. You had mentioned about things earlier, so what kind of things inspires you?

A. Things that are related to nature or perhaps nature itself.

Q. What or who do you find more inspirational people or things?

A. I would go with things.

Q. Why not people?

A. Well! These people may be from a distant past or distant present. By distant past, I mean the ones in your history books; and by distant present, I mean the ones who are alive but you do not know them personally (their information can be derived from books and internet). There could be people around you as well who inspire you like your family members, teachers, your boss (might be likely) etc. These are people whom we know that’s why they make an impact on us and inspire us to a great deal. However, they might not always be in a positive frame of mind or might be sad at times. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing; it’s just human nature. Everyone has their highs and lows in life; and that is how we learn, leading to who or what we become.

Q. What is your reason to choose things?

A. I find things to be more inspirational than people. Firstly, they are not dependent on any information (internet, books etc). Secondly, you see the things just the way they are (in their own form). For example: a star has and will always shine. The river will always flow with the spirit of life in it.

Q. Do you think inspiration is necessary in our lives?

A. Of course! I think inspiration is a way of life. Inspiration helps you to go on in life. I think everyone should be inspired by something or someone. If you are not, then you are not living at heart, you are just leading your life. Inspiration is just the right tool to catapult your life to endless limits.

So, what inspires you?