Dreaming and Writing

If you are reading, you ain’t dreaming. But what about writing?

I guess you are reading while you are writing—at least you should be. But do you dream while you write.

Loosely speaking, I suppose one does dream while they are writing. Especially when you don’t know what you are about to write.

When you write fiction, you are breathing life into dreams, aren’t you? There was nothing until you wrote what you did.

What I think I’m trying to say is that I’m dreaming right now and that’s about to end.

Back to life.

Things that motivate me - in no particular order

I recently posted a random list of things that demotivate me. Since then, several people have request me for a list of things that motivate me. Here it is.

• The fact that I can listen, assimilate, and play music.
• My brain.
• My ability to please/satisfy someone.
• Fast humor.
• Science.
• Sarcasm.
• Jamming with a like-minded and intuitive musician.
• Writing.
• The human frailty to be ephemerally happy with little effort.
• Kindness, in all forms.
• Complements in all forms.
• Wordplay.
• Brainpicker.org, Pulse.me, Lifehacker.com, Twitter.com
• Athletic brilliance, in all of its variations, including mainstream sports.
• Throwing and catching balls.
• Frisbees.
• Science Fiction concepts - movies and books.
• Men with accents.
• Sex.
• My resolve.
• A sexy chuckle.
• Human touch.
• A quiet distraction-free working space.
• To-do lists.
• Lists such as these.
• Cricket intelligence and humor.
• Routine.
• Clowns and clowning.
• Scents of all kinds.
• Dogs and puppies & cats and kittens
• A clean living space.
• Twinkling eyes with a smile.
• Bicycle.
• Order.
• Conflict prevention and resolution.
• Reliable gadgets.
• Commonsense.
• Honesty.
• Someone telling me, "I love you" or "I appreciate your thought/action/gesture."
• Lucid, prompt communication.
• Quiet.
• Darkness.
• Stillness in the air.
• Mumbai Winter.
• Performing music and entertaining an audience.
• Appreciation and acknowledgment for thing you do/did.
• Trees and lawns.
• Sunlight.
• A joint and/or a drink.
• Conversation.
• Second and higher layers of double entendrès.
• Home-cooked food.
• Dark chocolate.
• Education and learning.
• Efficient planning and execution.
• Reading.
• Tori Amos.
• A tactile keyboard.
• Alice In Chains.
• Vocal harmonies.
• Powerful emotions.
• The bass guitar.
• Radio, in almost all forms.
• The guitar.
• Teddy bears, figuratively.
• The drums.
• Hugging.
• The piano.
• Groove and accented rhythms.
• Eccentricity.
• The harmonica.
• Cuddling.

Nominal idiosyncrasies

Well, this term probably doesn’t exist. Hence, I’ll define it for you.

Nominal idiosyncrasy (n): The phenomenon of an idiosyncrasy getting attached to a particular name of a person so much that it is hard to think of anyone else with the same name. Because of this phenomenon, ordinary proper nouns become adjectives.

I can think of a few. If you can think of more please add them as comments.

Arindam – someone who is a jerk, sycophantic, and is an attention-mongering whiner; a person with a stupid face, glasses, and a pony tail; a person who is certified number one in legal exposure.

Arnab – someone who is a jerk, who would never let anybody else complete a sentence, who never lets anybody else’s opinion seemingly matter; self-obsessed prick.

Anthony – someone who is a politician who will send out semi-obscene messages to young women with attached pictures of himself in his underwear; someone who has just an average penis but thinks that it is bigger than that.

Bill – someone who is a politician whose wife is also a politician; someone who has oral sex with his secretary (such secretaries are called Monica irrespective of their sex); someone who is obsessed with sex.

Random updates

• What are the odds of a 28 year old graduate getting malnourished in a metropolis? Not too high. But the scary fact is that I might very well be. It has been over a week since I had some ‘sabji’. I have been eating dosas, noodles, home-made rice soup and coffee. And in this period, I have had two eggs, a piece of chicken and half a carton of milk. No wonder, why I felt rather tired and giddy yesterday at the gig.
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  AV’s insomnia is worsening. The sedatives that were prescribed to him have seemingly lost their effect and he was prescribed a new medication. This time it’s an antidepressant, one which is not regularly prescribed for inducing sleep. Naturally, I’m worried to death. Nowadays, he spends almost 20 hours of day in bed. The other four is the time he spends with me. I’m trying to make him do something by asking my friends to ask him out. And guess what, he says ‘no’ to every such invites!
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  They say adversity is the most inspiring stimulus for an artist. It surely does seem to be for me. In the last week or so, I have been able to construct a few chord progressions and melodies. It came at the right time for me as I was really wondering if I had lost the art altogether. The only problem that is left is that I should try and write a few lines for these tunes. I really suck at poetry.
• 
  My good friend May committed something sinful last week. She had this crush on this rather successful, geeky guy from the states. She had stumbled on to him on his Facebook profile. Since then both of them had been chatting and exchanging messages occasionally. Without even thinking twice, she put across the question ‘Are you interested in me for a relationship’ clothed in a not-so-elaborate conversation across text chat. The guy, understandably so, was a little confused and conveyed that he didn’t think so. She’s sad. Oh I wish she had waited and played along the rules. What do you guys think? I say you should never propose over text-chat!