The Water's Always Changing....

"The water's always changing, always flowing, but people, I guess, can't live like that"
-Pocahontas, yet another Disney wonder.

Your life starts as a patch of mud, rocky, uneven, impure, unsure. Time, acting upon it as a  flowing river, softens it, breaks it down, into a smooth, level land, where you and all the people you care about can build happiness together. 

Wounds do go away. Time heals them, but like everything life does for you, it doesn't leave you with any promise or reassurance. Nope. That's something which tests your heart and its power, to trust and forget. Most of us aren't really strong enough to do that.

When something, hell, add any noun in front of "some", which you hold dear to you is taken away from you, or worse still, you are the one responsible for all the destruction you've bought upon them, it takes way more than " Its okay, nothing you can do" to help creep out of the corner you've hidden yourself in. So to all my dear friends, I know you do it out of the purity of your heart, but don't try to console anyone when they let out a torrent of tears on a torrid day. Believe me, sympathy is the worse thing you can offer.

In my opinion, which I was free to express when I last checked, Walt Disney has been THE greatest creator of fiction ever born. Every character that takes shape from the folds of his imagination entraps a portion of his soul, his emotions in it. Be it Aurora longing for freedom, Belle's defiance to protect someone you love, or even Anna, being repeatedly shut out. It was he, who gave every little princess a Charming to dream about, even if girls have started seeing Charmings in every tramp they come across, but that's really not the point. 
The human who inspired setting your mind free, belief in yourself, individuality.

So when someone asked me to abandon all that i'm good at to concentrate on something I'm not, I decided to say no, because you'll always see people that are better than you at things you aren't, you'll just never realize all the things you can do best. Even if there is enough on my CV already. 

Times have already leaped ahead, but alas, (if people even use that anymore), we haven't. We still live in that century where doctor or engineer is everything, artist, musician is fail, A girl with short hair and T-shirt and jeans is a GUY, and you just aren't meant to be who you are anymore. Shape yourself according to the family friend's children. Because even though there is a 90% chance you might turn out to be a prodigy, an enigma, you shouldn't care, because the society is going to brainwash you to just consider the 10% chance of failure.

The water's always changing, always flowing, but I guess people can't live that way.

Untitled.

One of the hardest jobs in the world, is giving names.

Naming a newborn baby, your blog post, your "scariest" teacher, your "coolest" classmate. Wouldn't you rather hang dumbbells from your eyelids?
(India's Got Talent. Don't ask how gruesome that was.)
Who, named the feeling of love, love, for the first time?
I decided to do my last minute panic research on Google. I was absolutely amazed to find, that while Google usually detects what you want to search, it was completely clueless about the name giver of love.

It kept giving me results for "Find your true love" or "True love meter", and after changing keywords for twenty times at least, I finally ended up with an answer on Ask.
The answer started with " Dear friend, after loads of research and checking up almost a hundred atlases...."
THAT, was what it took to find the person who coined the phrase "love." 

Even though it is said it was a Roman dude, people are chiming in, by saying it was Adam and Eve. Then again, someone actually took offense that people were looking for the discovery and origin of the word. According to them "Luv iss juts not a wrd, it iss a felling tht cant b exprssd in wrds." 

This is copy paste, I swear.
Not only "love". I just did that to catch your attention. I know some people were thinking this might be such a romantic post, yay. Sorry to disappoint you.
Not only love, take time out and search for other emotions and who named them. You'll see that the search engine which provides us with a myriad of links for all other topics, will have limited answers for something. You must admit, though. It does feel good to let Google down, sometimes. Don't tell Google. They may, dunno, cancel my account or something.
Worse still, block me from searching stuff.
I'm so flunking Class 9.

Moreover, I have even seen this, that people absolutely love...no pun intended, to alter, the given names. I have been Jafari, Zufur, Juffar, forget it. This is getting too damn painful. I take this opportunity to tell you how to pronounce my last name. (It's spelt as Jaffar, but you say it like Jaafur, "a" as in America.) But its a fact, and the most annoying thing on the planet (Except for maybe Candy Crush game requests.)
 
Then again, names are an art. How many of us don't marvel at one of our friend's name extraordinaire?
It strikes a feeling of unfamiliarity in you. Unfamiliarity comes with an air of mystery. And everyone loves mysteries. Not just the now-very-predictable-sadly Christie ones.

Everything you do, ignites some kind of feeling in you. You must be feeling something right now as well. You might be thinking "Her first one was better", "Is it over yet?" "What a lovely power nap". You might have blown more air out of your nose than usual when you read the lame attempts to make you laugh.
More than anything, you must be laughing at me. Yes.

Because I am the one who is coming over here and giving you this ginormous lecture about names, when the stark reality is I'm the last person to come to for naming suggestions EVER . This was the first time I wanted to write without wondering about a name for the post.
This is a tip for those who get stuck on titles, like me. It has bailed me out countless number of times. Never try to fixate upon trying to name your pieces based on what they are about. Try naming them on what stands out more in it, what do people feel when they read it.

Dissing all the tips right now, I cannot help but feel, that after reading this, you may not be satisfied with whatever title I give this post.
So let's stick to my computer teacher's least favorite word. We're learning about HTML web pages, and  she made the piggiest face when we asked her about what  happens when we don't want to give our web page a title.
I'll just leave this Untitled. 

Foreword

Its very rare, when a hobby becomes a career.

Some dream big, while others daren't dream.
But in the end, ''The road not taken'' becomes the main subject of repentance. However, I have learnt one thing in 13 years of age- life's choices are always risky. There is no guarantee that you'll become the next Warren Buffet if you give up painting.There is always a chance of failure, which, I am afraid, is forever greater than success.

If you want to pursue a hobby, better be amazing at it. Love it to the point of madness, like you've never loved anything before, and let people marvel at the results. 

When one of the greatest authors of all time, Roald Dahl, shared his story of how he became a writer (Lucky Break), he narrated an account of him meeting CS Forester, another magician with words. He himself claimed Mr. Forester to be a man in a wizard's attire, with a green, magical halo around him, or something to make him stand out from the rest of the crowd. A writer's got to be special. I mean, that's how he weaves such spells of delight.

Right?

But no. CS Forester was as ordinary as all of us, but he did have magic. He had magic in his fingers, in his mind, which took him to a parallel universe when he wrote. Sounds fell silent. Lights shone like pixie dust and your face heats up in exhilaration. And when you come back from your Planet Pandora? Your sheaf of paper would be filled with the next bestseller. 

You never know who you are when you love your hobby. Your persona is altered, and you become Peter Pan in your own Neverland  Your eyes shut and you disappear into the darkness, and you never want to come back.

Then nothing else matters.