I hate tragic stories

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The movie ended. As the credits started to roll, few of the people in the audience rose to leave and few broke in applaud.

A movie that makes one feel good, needs to be appreciated and what better way than to applaud, I thought.

The Great Gatsby

The movie ended. As the credits started to roll, none of the audience rose. In fact none of them even moved their heads. There was no sound of applause to be heard either. Everyone was silent and still seemed to look at the rolling credits but I bet they were all lost in their own thoughts. A couple of minutes later, people rose to leave and yet no one applauded.

A movie that engrosses one can also be appreciated in silence. A silence that echoes much louder than an applause, a sincere appreciation I realized.

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I hate tragic stories. Well, actually I do not hate them I just fear them.

Each time I begin reading a novel or a story, I read the first few pages and then stop and read the last few pages before continuing. It's always nice to keep the plot a mystery but then I do not want to fall in love with the idea of something to happen and then realize it doesn't. Unmet expectations gives tiny scratches to my heart and I prefer to avoid them (quite understandable, right?).

Tragic stories makes one feel sad. I never did understand why any writer would want to write a story that is so full of hope and yet ends in a tragedy.Why create an infinite amount of possibilities for a happy ever after but then end it all hopelessly?

But today, I realized something. I think most of us no matter how much we might pretend to disagree....we all want to be sad.
Being sad gives us the hope to expect for better times and the courage to expect a change.
Where as being happy makes us feel insecure of losing good times and fear change.

Maybe this is why tragic stories were and are written. The unhappy ending is just a hope for a new beginning. And the nicest thing about hope is that it lasts longer than happiness and gives the courage to face unexpected changes in life.

Ps:
There is more hope than one expects in an hopeless situation.

Happiness is overrated.

I think, each time I use the word 'hate' I actually mean to say 'fear'.

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hopeless dreamer, cheesy one liners and other things

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If you have already read my previous post, 'mornings and mournings' you might have guessed by now that I was not selected in the interview I attended a couple of weeks ago. I did feel disappointed, but frankly the disappointment did not last as long as I thought it would. I actually gave my best in the interview and maybe that's the reason I do not feel sad for not being selected. If I had not given my best, then the guilty feeling of,'I could have done better but I did not' would have haunted me for a longer time. Well, whatever.....the bottom line is: I am back to square one...left with a blank paper....to start over ...and I am absolutely tired of this wild goose chase. 
But life taught me first hand that persistence wins, sooner or later. Actually, Bryan did. His so called 'boot camp', prepared me for more than what he imagined I guess. Now, I just feel too stubborn to give up on a dream. If I was not me, and I was a third person looking at my own life...I would never suggest to give up trying. So, I need to follow the same advice for myself, isn't it? 
Anyways, there is no way I will give up trying, when I know deep in my heart that I would only regret for doing so in the future. I just need to pursue this wild goose chase with hopes that every dream comes true, if one tries hard enough. 

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Doodlebook app that I downloaded for free in my Iphone has been my new addiction these days. Not that I am a good artist or anything....but somehow doodling seems to be relaxing. I drew the following doodle yesterday. It is supposed to be a rat flirting with cheese. But there can be various versions to this little stupid doodle, like:

A fish like you is every fisherman's dream.
A ham like you is every hamburger's dream.
A house like you is every homeless person's dream.
A job like you is every unemployed person's dream.
A colour like you is every colour pencil's dream.
blah blah....not that funny right....But a Cheesy one liner it is...since it's literally based on cheese. ;~)

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I need to do laundry. The interesting thing about doing laundry is absolutely NOTHING. Nothing in the world depresses me more than the task of doing laundry. :~( Also, it's been more than 24 hours since I slept....So having to do laundry when I am actually feeling like a ZOMBIE....ha.....life's little unwanted pains pleasures.
But seriously, if god grants me a wish and asks me to choose between a) A dress that turns into a new dress each time I wash or b) A dress that remains the same and fresh through out my life time, without wahsing...my choice would be b b b b b b and only b. 

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mornings and mournings

Following is a conversation between Sru and me (mostly me and me), in the car and on our way to our destinations of interest. :-D
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Me: I am wearing all black today.
Sru: hmm
Me: I am wearing black today because I am mourning.
Sru: hmm
Me: I was supposed to get that ...I did not.
Sru: The 1000th time you are saying that.
Me: you know how I feel?
Sru: hmm
Me: I feel like a PREZ..dentsial candidate.
Sru: what?
Me: I feel like a presidential candidate who just lost the elections.
Sru: okay. :-/
.............
Me: hey ...you know...
Sru: yes
Me: oh no..you drive. No talking and driving.
Sru: you should have done since the last 15 minutes.
Me: (not talking....working on fog art)
.........
Sru: hey!! WIPE IT.
Me: oh you saw. :-/
Me: This is art.If I was Picasso or somebody famous...you would've been aking pictures of this window with my fog/whatever art....blah blah blah
Sru: okay. WIPE IT.
.........
Me: are you going to miss me?
Sru: what?
Me: at work...
Sru: No. I won't.
Me: that hurts.
..........
Me silently takes the iPhone out and takes random self photos that scream out loud 'narcissist'.
Me: om suryaya namaha.....om Adityaya namaha ....om baskaryaya namom namaha...
Sru: :-?
Me: do you know what It is...
Sru: surya mantra..
Me: I said it so that sun god will understand and stop being stupid and stop showing his face on my face.
Sru: :-//
Me: hey...this sun god...blah blah blah
Sru: hmm :-(
.............
Ps: the way I deal with stress? I share it (pass it on) with others.

Favorite Quotes

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

“Sometimes the hardest part isn’t letting go but rather learning to start over.” — Nicole Sobon

“May the world be kind to you, and may your own thoughts be gentle upon yourself.” — Jonathan Lockwood Huie

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.” — Maya Angelou

“Don’t cry over spilled milk.” – Proverb

“How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.” — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.” — C. JoyBell C.

“Never regret. If it’s good, it’s wonderful. If it’s bad, it’s experience.” — Victoria Holt

Just feeling :(

Sometimes I feel that my life is like Frodo Baggins in the movie Lord of The Rings.

The only difference is that I choose the adventure that took me away from home. I have learnt, got hurt, healed,  and most importantly changed myself so much in the course of last two years. Now I do not even know where I belong....going back home is no longer a choice when I am not the same person I was few years ago. It would only hurt to be at home and not feel at home.

To be far away from home and to yearn to be at home is far better than be at home and feel like there is no where else to go.

Maybe I will be at peace when I can go to A.....but it seems to be such a distant possibility that it hurts to have reached half way through my journey and be unsure of reaching the destination.

I just need some hope right now.....something really positive to happen with my life..I am tired of pretending everything is going to be okay when nothing looks okay.

PS: god abuses me. :-/

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Wall of Art & other random ramblings

Here's a picture of the 'Wall of Art', in our garage! 

This was actually a borrowed idea. One of my friends(name hidden for privacy :P) has a wall of art in their home, which is filled with world-famous paintings. So when I found this wall, empty in our garage, I told my sis-Sru that I would fill it up with (my)art too. She was not really excited when I told her so, as she was not really a big fan of my paintings.

I took some printouts of few photos I clicked before (click here-->yemileduu plog to see these pictures) to use for the wall of art. Sru, sure was surprised when she came home from work to see it but her first question was if the colour cartridge ran out of ink or not. Lol. Probably it's going to run out next week, when I take more print outs. :~P Well, I think it would be a good idea to photo-print these pictures rather than colour-print so that I can save them for later...right! 

Anyways, I love our house and the things that Sru and I get to do in it, to make it a (sweet) home! Nevertheless, I can not wait for getting a real-job and moving to a place of my own, instead of hijacking Sru's. 

And talking about jobs....I have my FINGERS CROSSED on a job interview I attended a week ago. I know I shouldnot be impatient but wait or much better forget all about it, but it just feels so so tough not to.  PATIENCE - I just hope I could buy it for cheap somewhere. :/

I am still volunteering at the hospital and it's going just great. More about it later!

I have my graduation ceremony this May and I am SUPER-DUPER excited! I sometimes wonder if I really did finish my masters! I still remember the dilemma I had less than 3 years ago, wondering if I should stay back in Hyderabad or do my masters. I am glad I gave up the nicer looking choices for the right choices. 

That's all for now. I need to sleep early and wake up early and have a ton of (okay! just a few) things to get done. 

Have a nice time!

Love,

Archana

Writers Vs. Editors

Writers write. Good writers write and edit. 

Writing= Writer

Good Writing= Writer + Editor

A writer is like the soul of a story.

An editor is like heart beat of a story.
The medium (blog/book/paper/whatever) in which a story is presented is like it's body!

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