A first award! (Liebster Award)

Thanks a ton Saya-The Poet! You have brightened up my mood. Thanks for the surprise. Loved it! To be frank if any award was to come my way it had to be via your blog. Thanks for reading and commenting on almost all of my scribblings!

Your post as the source I’ll lay down the intro and rules for the award:

This Liebster Award was created to recognize and/or discover new bloggers and welcome them to the blogosphere.

The rules of this award are as follows:

  1. Link and thank the person who nominated you
  2. Answer the questions they asked you
  3. Pick eleven awesome bloggers to nominate ( preferably those with less than or around 200 followers)
  4. Ask them eleven questions (Saya modified this to five questions…so I am continuing the tradition)
  5. Let them know by commenting on one of their post

Here are my answers to your questions:

1) What was the thought behind the name of your blog?

I wanted to put a catchy, self-contradicting word as the title. Hence the “Shooting Star”. I am not really sure how far the word is self-contradicting. But the way I see it, stars are supposed to be high in sky; shooting stars are supposed to crash into the ground. There is the contradiction. Plus whoever has seen bollywood movies know that shooting star is a sign of good luck. So be it for all my viewers!

2) What was your main motive behind joining blogosphere?

I had a strong feeling to create a space in the virtual space and call it my own. So I created this blog long time back. But I really did not know what to write. And I was also not sure who will be the takers of my writings! One fine day, I was heart broken and was traversing through my old blog. The beautiful daily prompt community invited me with open arms. The perfect healer that I needed!

3) What are your hobbies?

A cursory look at my posts reveal my love for football and Arsenal. I watch most games and crib about their bad performances. I am also a movie buff. I also like to take some courses on coursera.org. If you have time, do check out the MOOCs.

4) Describe a moment which brought unexpected tears of either happiness, sadness, gratitude etc.

It is hard to pick one. But I feel very sad if people who I perceive close to me misunderstands me. But, I would put myself in the basket of stoics and introverts. Don’t expect many feelings from my side.

5) Describe one moment in which you felt you have achieved something in life.

When I am the reason for *that* spark in the eyes of my friends and family – that is hell of an achievement!

I hope I answered all my questions as honestly as possible ūüėõ ūüôā

I would ask the following five questions to my nominations:

1) What drives you to write the current blog?

2) If you were given all the time to write a fiction novel, what would be the subject of the book?

3) Which original post of yours(link it) do you want to develop into a movie?

4) What is your favourite movie?

5) Which football club you support, if you follow football. If you don’t who is your favourite sporting icon? Please share how you fell in love with your football team or the sporting icon as the case may be!

And the nominations are:

http://fusionislove.wordpress.com/

http://closetoeighty.wordpress.com/

http://trablogger.wordpress.com/

http://pippakinclawz.wordpress.com/

http://www.cancerisnotpink.wordpress.com

http://crashcoursedummy.wordpress.com

http://www.mamagonewild.wordpress.com

Last but not the least: back to you –¬†http://sayadpoet.wordpress.com

Dil Mange More..AHA!

 

The Daily Prompt:¬†No Excess. ‚ÄúPerhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.‚ÄĚ ‚Äď Edna Ferber

Do you agree with this statement on excess? (Thanks for sharing the quote, LuckyestGirl!)

 

(Post is a little Bollywood biased. Hope you can get around it!)

What? Excess? What excess? There is nothing like excess or less. There is only love. As long as love is alive, yeh dil mange more.

I am an indefatigable supporter of Arsenal. “Once a Gooner, forever a Gooner”. And no wonder I watch few movies again and again and again. Just to relive the excitement of watching few scenes.

That’s the way I am. I value and support my friends, choices for a long long time, may be eternally till the point of no return. I have all the PhD holders, sporting legends who have been doing the same thing day by day in my support. Whom do you have?

 

Red(‘s) Letter

 

The Daily Prompt: Make It Count. You’ve been given the opportunity to send one message to one person you wouldn’t normally have access to (for example: the President. Kim Kardashian. A coffee grower in Ethiopia). Who’s the person you choose, and what’s the message?

 

I must say that my regrets are not as strong as Red’s. But sometimes I do feel like talking to my younger-self, asking him to be more vigilant and careful while making choices. Or be nice in some situations..like in a bitter break-up..especially when I¬†know that it’ll¬†be hardly possible to meet the person again. Or be bold enough to speak up. Or be humble by keeping ego aside. Or be silent if there is nothing to speak.

Realistically I think in the age of social media it is not a big deal to send messages to the once inaccessible people. The only inaccessible ones would be people on the negative side¬†of time scale. That may be me circa 1989 to 2014 or the legends sleeping in¬†the history books or my granddads whose stories I always hear but never got a chance to meet because they moved on to better places before I could say hi to ’em. What would be fun is to get a response from these men and women…”Back to the Future”-esque.

Death of a critic!

 

The Daily Prompt: Handle With Care. How are you at receiving criticism? Do you prefer that others treat you with kid gloves, or go for brutal honesty?

 

I like criticism. Slowly, in life, I have realised that the number of people who criticize me have dwindled. I am sure that this is not a compliment to me. Sometimes I feel a¬†cold apathy when people say nothing when they actually should be shouting over¬†the roof top. Has love blind-folded you? Have I become so rebellious that you are scared to talk to me? Or is it my age? Or have you¬†people become extremely civilized? Or am I missing the blatant truth that you just don’t care?

To put it simply, there is no fun in life with out criticism. I am totally in dearth of critics! The only one who often criticizes me is myself! And it is very boring! Whether or not,  it is constructive or gentle or rude. Criticism drives me forward. It makes me introspective. If it is fair, I respect it irrespective of the way it is dished out to me. I treasure such critics. If it is unfair or silly criticism, I would take the opportunity to give an earful to the critic! It feels so good after a rant!

Zig Zag Collage

 

The Daily Prompt: Flash Talk. You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?

 

Again I find it hard to write precisely about today’s daily prompt. The context is not specified. Will I be presenting myself to¬†an interview panel, whose job is to instantly judge me, or talking casually to a gathering of some school kids or their parents, who want to know my journey, or anything else! I am not sure. Depending on the audience I would surely modulate my story.

Before any of this¬†I wonder why others would like to know my story. Of course my life has its share of ups and downs and twists and turns. How¬†would these entice others? Plus I am apprehensive whether the four minutes can justify my quarter century of existence. People so carelessly and ruthlessly start to judge based on their, or largely, perceived “failures” and “successes”. And, taking a cue from Steve Jobs, people love to “connect the dots” of my life as haphazardly as possible, making a collage of zig-zag lines none of which is akin to my sinusoidal¬†story line! I hate it. Frankly. Or may be it is my turn, now, to paint all my audience with the same brush!

Whatever the scenario may be or whatever the reason one wants to know my story is I would want to make a few things about me very loud. Like many others, as on today, I have faced several “failures” but I have not lost my heart. I understood that being brave and sincere are the keys to “my success”. I choose ways which made sense to me. Yes, these decisions did not always yield the desired results but helped me in shedding my wrong notions. This learning habit is the sole reason for my presence. This makes me open-minded. And gives a lot of fodder to my curiosity. There by happiness to me and people around me!

Thanks for reading!

“If”

 

The Daily Prompt:¬†Brevity Pulls.‚ÄúI would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.‚ÄĚ ‚ÄĒ Blaise Pascal

Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?

 

Normally, I love to be brief and to the point. But as Pascal muses in a seemingly contradictory way, I need more time to put forth a concise point with out digressing much than to write down a 1000 word flowery essay.

The best example for brevity is the response of the King of Sparta to the invading enemies. I read this story in one of my textbooks. The enemy sends a messenger warning Spartans¬†that if they break into Sparta they would create¬†havoc in the country. It was quite a lengthy and threatening message. After listening to the full message, the King’s response was a simple “If”. Ha!

I do like verbosity as long as it keeps me guessing and captured. How would a novel be sold if it were as terse as a Spartan response?!

So for me, like everyone else, it boils down to the context. If I want to report a football match, I would love to be as verbose as possible. If it were an official communication, I would keep it simple else my boss would kick my ass! Finally I would put myself closer to brevity end¬†of the scale as the routine life demands that way. But I would concede that ¬†being verbose is not everyone’s cup of tea, certainly not mine. Verbosity is as much an art as brevity!

Delayed Contact

 

The Daily Prompt:¬†Delayed Contact.How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you‚Äôve known for a long time ‚ÄĒ if you only met them for the first time today?

 

Firstly I would be a very different person without these people in my life. So I cannot really guess how I would react in such a scenario.

Now that I know these people for a long time, I know what their tastes and moods are like. I know how to piss them off or cheer ’em up. Having said that some habits of my closed ones irritate me. That is not because I hate those habits. It is only because I am bored to hell. But if I find a stranger with these habits, ironically, I get along with them very well.

As of now I can’t conjure up much about how I would feel. Mainly because I don’t exactly know the built-up to this day. Do I already know that I am going to meet them today or will I just run into them or was i avoiding them for some reason! I guess this matters a lot.

But I must confess that I liked all those movies where there were these classic reunions between lost children and parents. The topic also reminds me of Drew Barrymore’s “50 First Dates” in which she suffers from short-term memory loss. I like the movie for what her¬†family does to make her feel better and how Adam Sandler¬†reinvents himself daily to win a place in her life.

Finally, in math terminology, if I reflect the given scenario over a mirror, I will end up with a situation where I will meet someone today, with whom I will be spending a long time in the future. Definitely I am looking forward to this instance!

Ready, Set…..Not Done!

 

The Daily Prompt:¬†Ready, Set, Done.Today, write about anything ‚ÄĒ but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

 

Very interesting! I can hardly condense my thoughts in ten minutes. If I try to pack everything in ten minutes, I am afraid that readers may not comprehend my thought.

I have the annoying habit of wearing the spectacles of a reader often and moving back and forth on a single thought before I pin it. In fact I take quite a long time, around 30 to 45 mins, to write a daily prompt post. Major share is consumed by zeroing on the ideas that I want to put across. Then next comes the tough task of putting them into words. Finally reading, rereading, editing and clicking the submit button!

Well, fine, this is all I can muster in ten minutes. Hope to feed more words into my paras.

Mesmerizing Beauty!

The Daily Prompt: Absolute Beauty. We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

It is the year 2006. The summer was at its peak. But that summer was special. It was stress-free. Relaxing. TV became my best friend. It was past midnight. Everyone in the home were fast asleep. I was aimlessly switching the channels and evesdrop over a conversation.

“Will this be his last match?!”

“Certainly, it doesn’t look like that to me!”

“The crowd feels the same way. Whenever he comes to take the corner they stand, applaud and take photos.”

“His magical right foot enthralled us for over a decade now. Does he have more games in him?!”

At that point, I lifted my head to actually see the subject they were so passionately talking about.

I saw a six-footer bald headed player, in a white jersey, completely drenched in sweat, dragging himself on the pitch, pulling up the clinging arm band from time to time, and passing on instructions to other players. Every ball passed by him was cheered by the crowd. Every touch he made was exalted by the TV commentators. There was an aura about him. I could straight away say it without having a damn clue about the so called beautiful game. He proved me correct instantly. He danced down the pitch and skipped past the defender to slot the ball in the net. The roar that ensued and the encomium that was gushed on him was unprecedented.

That is what I call beauty. Magic struck me. I guess it was my Christopher Columbus moment. Since ages Americas existed and only in late 15th century Columbus discovered them in the pursuit of India. Blimey! All these years he was in the newspaper headlines, but I never found him till that day. This thought makes that day whole lot more beautiful!

This is the account of my first taste of beauty aka Zinadine Zidane. The match I saw was the France Vs Spain World Cup 2006. Thanks to Zizou that I fell in love with the beautiful game.

I don’t know how many would call him beautiful. Similarly I may not agree with everything others perceive as beauty. Unfortunately that is the case with beauty. It is very much subjective. To take it another step further, beauty is not consistently subjective either. We¬†may find someone/something beautiful based on our mood. Right? Or am I getting confused? Whatever, before the post gets ugly, I will stop it here.

Have a nice day!