Genesis of an Epoch

And so passes a year. One that will be marked as the birth of a new and sparkling epoch. Within the genesis of this new era lies a purpose. It is in this nascent dawn that the path which must be treaded becomes visible – clear and affirmative. And treaded it will certainly be. There is much to be grateful for. There are many to thank eternally. For it is because of their nobility that this epoch rises.

Though I have faltered, time and again over the past year, I know that there is much to learn and much to do.…

Sharpened and astute

fawkes6The mind wavers, swayed by that which is immaterial and inconsequential. It has to be trained. It has to be reigned in. It falters, drifting from one emphemeral bliss to another, unmindful of the goal that remains to be achieved and the purpose that clamors for action. Sometimes, it is as though procrastination has a stranglehold on it. As if there was nothing more lovely and enjoyable than mere idling away of time.

But it cannot be held hostage for too long. Inspirational figures crop up from the most unlikely of places, acting as powerful reminders of what must be done and why they must be done.…

Magical Hans Zimmer

holidayIt is not for nothing that I am so fond of his music and I cannot but stand in awe at the beauty of his compositions. I listen to his music and I lose myself in its brilliance.

No other album of his has been more endearing to me than his scores for The Holiday. Whether I like the movie because of his scores or like the scores because of the movie is unknown, but I do listen to it ever so often.

If you are dear to me, chances are that you have already been recommended to his music.…

My heart is in my work

To underestimate it would amount to a travesty. To avoid it completely would amount to nothing more than an unpardonable waste. And to fuss about it all the time would point towards a lack of direction. The more I think about it, the more impressed I am about its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It is, in all likelihood, one of the most powerful and magical gifts we have been given as human beings. It is our ability to work. Our innate ability to exert our mental and physical strengths to build and sustain all things around us, and by so doing play our individual parts in the world’s order of things.…

An auspicious Odyssey commences

Much as there is to be explained and wondered about the cosmic chasm of forces that surpass all human action, faith never fails those who embrace it. It works in it’s own mystifying and magical ways, leading the hopeful towards a purpose that is well set. With every step comes the realization that this purpose is what must be fulfilled. And fulfilled it will certainly be.

I am so humbled and grateful that I am a student in Carnegie Mellon, one of the world’s most illustrious and profound centers of learning. I have come here because of those who have nourished and given me an upbringing that is second to none.…

Gumption


For all the desires and goals that one can harbour, there is a virtue that is often overlooked. It tempers surreal expectations, and soothes the harshest of blows. It is in my opinion, one of the most potent weapons in the armory of the strong and the stable-minded, and a secret virtue of those that befriend success and nobility. It’s quite common, I hear it being bandied all the time these days. It’s not a big deal. It’s called gumption – the ability to learn from your experiences.

Learning from one’s experiences is the key, be it episodes of stark mistakes or high feats.…

Anchored in Action

There are times when troubles galore almost mockingly, as if to whipsaw the better part of your rationale with a wall of negativity that is seemingly impenetrable. It agitates one mentally and spiritually, forcing an internal perception of vulnerability and uncertainty into the deep recesses of your thoughts. It diminishes one’s strengths, but wildly magnifies insignificant weaknesses. It is like a cunning hacksaw that slowly erodes away enthusiasm until one is left with nothing but resentment and self-pity. How does one avoid this dangerous quagmire? How does one stay above the fray and beat the often self-made ideas that drags one down?

Marching Season

I’ve often wondered why some people are more susceptible to melancholy. Melancholy that is the bane of brooding over things that happened in the past, and things over which one has no control. Heck, the vast chunk of humanity seems to have a mysterious affinity for it. I’ve always thought of them as weak people, those unfortunate souls that have got trapped in a vicious cycle of self-pity and self-hatred ness. But never in the foggiest of my dreams did I expect that I’d ever go through such a phase. No one can ever be fully immune from certain things in life, or so it seems.…