The Daily Post – A Moment in Time: Kolams for Pongal

The Daily Post – A Moment in Time: “What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)”

Peacock Kolam

Peacock Kolam

The last photo, in fact the last couple of snaps that I took were those of Kolams (Floor drawings made in rice flour or chalk/ chalk powder) drawn by my wife for Pongal, the harvest festival celebrated by Tamils. Earlier this month, I asked my wife to take part in the Kolam contest at Mylapore Festival. However my wife refused saying that she might to be able to come up with a good kolam. I tried to motivate her to participate but in vain. However when we visited the festival and saw all the kolams, she felt bad that she did not participate.

Ganesha Kolam for Day 4 for Pongal

Ganesha Kolam for Day 4 of Pongal

In order to get over that regret she decided to draw kolams at our flat entrance for Pongal. She drew one for the 2nd day of the festival and one for the fourth day. Each one took about couple of hours to draw. On both days she started around 11.30PM and went till 1.30 AM. For about two hours she patiently sat down on the floor (in December weather) to make these kolams. The end results were beautiful.

Our neighbors were praising about the kolams the following days. One of my neighbors in fact took snaps of the kolam and posted it on her WhatsApp and Facebook account. The other day she was telling my wife that the photos got a lot of likes and encouraged my wife to continue the good work.  Another neighbor came to see my wife and asked for the design so that she can draw it at her place. I was hoping to write a blog post about my wife’s Pongal Kolams for the last couple of days and this prompt gives me a good reason to write about them

My wife used to do canvas painting and oil painting in her school days. Somehow she did not continue with them after going to college/ work. After seeing her come up with the rough sketch of the kolams with such ease, I am sure there is dormant artist living in her. Yesterday, when we were at the book store, I asked her if she wanted to buy colors and canvas. But she said that she hasn’t decided yet to start once again. I sincerely wish that my wife rekindles her interest in painting in 2015.

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The Daily Prompt – Brain Power

The Daily Prompt – Brain Power: ‘Let’s assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?

Do I use only 10% of my brain power or even less than that? Not sure and it doesn’t matter.

Are the results in my life the result of my brain power Alone? No.

If I am able to work with 100% of my brain power, will my life completely change for the better? An emphatic no.

As Woody Allen very famously once said, ‘Eighty percent of success is showing up,’ I would like to show up every time there is an opportunity. How much ever my ability is, I would still like to have the courage to face this world and put my ability to test when the situation demands. I would like to improve on my abilities every single time.

‘Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence.

Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.

Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.

Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.

Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.

The slogan “press on” has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.’ – Calvin Coolidge (US president, 1872-1933)

One’s habits ares a much better determinant of success than intelligence. Therefore I would like to put my habits in order more than anything else. In his TED talk, Conor Neill said, ‘Success in life is not one massive good decision and failure is not one poor decision. Failure is repeated bad decisions; Success is repeated, consistent, good habits.’ More than hoping for increase in my brain power, I wish for exponential increase in will power.

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Bijosh’s Blog Post (Be Inspired by the Neighbors – Blogging 101)

I am writing this post for the ‘Be Inspired by the Neighbors’ exercise. On January 15, I read a post by Bijosh on his blog Odd Thoughts. Bijosh writes with the pen name Thilopian. The title of the blog post was: Can we define love? The main idea in the blog post is: ‘pure love is love itself. We should become love. We don’t love anybody. What we must do is to be love.’ My comment for this blog post was: ‘Nice Article. Very Well Written. Reading your post, I am reminded of the definition for Love that was given by one of my professors in college, “Love is an Act of accepting another person in Totality.’

For the purpose of this post, I am going to assume love not just in its romantic form but as any act of kindness/ affection involving at least one living being. There is another definition of love that I read in an autograph notebook during my school days: ‘Love is the union of mind and soul.’ But I like the definition of love by our professor: ‘an Act of accepting another person in Totality.’ I always wonder how people accept those characteristics in their loved ones which they would disapprove/ despise in a stranger. The reason is love – the act of accepting a person in totality. It is also said that you don’t love a person because he or she is special, rather someone becomes special to you because you love him or her.

But a look around the very societies we live in, we come across innumerable violence that is unleashed in the love for one’s own ideology, race, religion, language, love for material well-being, and love for power, etc. So much crimes happen due to humans’ irrational, unjustifiable and psychotic love that one can easily assume that love is not a feeling/ word but an abbreviation (LOVE) that stands for Lots of Violent Emotions. If Buddha who preached that ‘Desire is the root cause of all suffering’ were to given one more advise for today’s world, he might even say, ‘Love is the root cause of all suffering.

Buddha, the great soul, teacher and God to millions of Buddhists is not plagued by my short-sightedness and would not arrive at such hasty conclusions. Love for one’s ideology/religion/race/language at the expense of human virtues is the root cause of all suffering. Love for material well-being and hold over power at the expense of one’s character is main reason for many maladies of today’s human societies.

Human Beings are paradoxes beyond comprehension. The same people who might show indifference to a lot of suffering and injustice around them would one fine day take up one particular cause. The same people who would lead self-centered lives every day would rush to help others in the face of natural or man-made disasters. A couple of examples come to my mind. One is the example of a group of people from Punjab running community kitchens and relief camps for victims of the Indian Ocean Tsunami in Nagapattinam district in Tamil Nadu. If difference were to lead to divisions and apathy, then these people from Punjab should not volunteered to help. To list the differences: the two states are in different corners of India, the people of the two states speak different languages, there is a popular perception/ school of thought that the people of these two states belong to different human races, a lot of victims and a lot of volunteers belonged to different religions as well, to name a few. Add to these most of the volunteers might not even face the natural tragedies caused by the sea in their life time (Punjab is a landlocked state bordering Pakistan). Yet these men and women from Punjab had travelled more than thousand kilometers to live in difficult conditions serving people whom they might not even see again in their lives. If this is not an example of love for humanity and human virtues, then I don’t know what would constitute one.

The other example is a much more recent one: The battle that aid workers and medical professionals are waging in Africa against Ebola. The disease has probably one of highest mortality rates (the last time I saw news coverage on Ebola on BBC/ CNN, they reported roughly one in two people who contacted the disease had died, in the current outbreak). Add to this, there were cases in the past as well as in the present outbreak of aid workers and medical professionals who were helping the patients contacting the disease and losing their lives. All these factors should prevent people from treating the patients who have Ebola. Yet there were/are so many people, not only people of African countries but people from other countries as well, volunteering to treat these patients and in that process willingly putting their lives in the hands of grave danger. Again what drives these people? Definitely not money. It is the love for humanity and human virtues.

All these train of thoughts bring me back to the question: the definition of love? At the same time there is another flash of thought in my mind. Human existence on this planet will not be dependent on our individual as well as collective ability to define love. It will be driven by our ability to show love and affection to other living beings as well as our ability to experience and receive love and affection.

Marilyn Armstrong’s Blog Post (Be Inspired by the Neighbors – Blogging 101)

I am writing this post for the ‘Be Inspired by the Neighbors’ exercise. Yesterday I read a post by Marilyn Armstrong on her blog Serendipity. The blog poat had a bunch of photos posted with explanation. Marilyn had created this blog post to take part in Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week #2. The title of the blog post was: FOLLOWING THE BIRDS – CEE’S WHICH WAY PHOTO CHALLENGE. Marilyn had posted a bunch of photos of wild birds swimming on water bodies.

My comment to Marilyn was: ‘Excellent post. The photos look fantastic. Were they all taken on the same day? Which camera did you use? A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Your photos have beauty written all over them. Keep up the good work.’ Marilyn was kind enough to respond quickly: ‘Thank you! They were taken on a bunch of different days over a period of 3 years, though all in the Blackstone Valley. The two signed by my husband were taken on his Panasonic Lumix XZ 60. Mine were all taken on Olympus Pen PM-2 or an Olympus Pen EP3. Some are quite recent, just last month. Others date back to spring 2012, though many were taken at the same locations in different months and years.

To begin with, I like photography. For a couple of years I even had a DSLR camera and used to take a lot of snaps. But I found the experience of using a DSLR camera to be cumbersome and I am very lazy as well. So I have become a dormant photographer or photographer in hibernation these days! Nevertheless, I admire good photography and that’s the reason in addition to liking Marilyn’s post, I also left a compliment on her blog.

They say, ‘a picture is worth a thousand words.’ But these seven words have survived hundreds of years, a period over which the picture which inspired these words was lost for eternity. Human words are too weak an instrument to describe something that human mind enjoys through the eyes. However, this exercise is about writing and therefore I embark (despite my limited command over English) on the herculean task of describing Marilyn’s photos. I have subscribed to Marilyn’s blog for the past couple of months but I do not know whether she is a professional photographer or an amateur photographer or just a casual photographer.

These photos of birds swimming in water bodies without any care in the world is an awesome sight even at a casual glance. And that’s the reason I was drawn to this post. These bunch of photos captured the grace of God’s creation in its pristine form. Though these are still photographs they ooze with life. I am not sure whom to praise for the joy/ ecstasy that I attained in seeing these beautiful photographs: should I praise Marilyn’s keen sense of timing and her skill? Should I praise those birds who were just following their natural instincts? Should I praise some unknown cosmic power that made Marilyn’s skill, a piece of technology (camera) and a bunch of nature’s beautiful creations cross each other’s’ path? Or should I praise the creators of the WordPress platform that enables digital imprints of such serendipitous acts to be enjoyed by people who are live in remote corners of this globe?

Most people will think of motion pictures (videos) as a technological progression to still photography. But still photography, since it is a snapshot at one particular point in time, introduces an element of suspense (what happened next?). Still photography is more like an abstract philosophy open to multiple interpretations. Still photography helps us to achieve a power that God did not bestow upon us: ‘an ability to freeze time. An ability to look at any event is isolation to its preceding or succeeding events.’

Since these snaps were taken by Marilyn and her husband at different points in time over a period of two to three years, they display multiple gradients of multiple factors: different birds, different seasons, may be different water bodies too, different light settings etc. We all find it very difficult to follow any abstract concepts. But while looking at these bunch of photos by Marilyn and her husband, the abstract concept, beauty in nature’s creations’ penetrates deep into our eyes, seeps deep into our hearts and gets sculpted into our minds for eternity. Try however hard, we will lose the battle to dislike these photos.

J. Krishnamurti writing in his book, ‘Meditations’ says: ‘A meditative mind is silent. ….. It is the silence when thought – with all its images, its words and perceptions – has entirely ceased.’ These bunch of photos take us into a meditative state, a state of trance where nothing seems to exist: not you, not Marilyn, not even those birds. The only thing that exists is the beauty of nature.

A walk in Elliot’s Beach

As far as I can remember, I have always had trouble waking up early in the morning. I am not one of those morning birds who are chirpy from the moment they wake. And I don’t remember the last time I had seen a sunrise. So it has been my secret wish for about a couple of months now to go to the beach and see the sunrise.

Sunrise at Elliot's Beach

Sunrise at Elliot’s Beach

I woke up chance at around 5 AM on January 11, 2015. Instead of going back to bed (as usual) I decided to go and see the sunrise at Elliot’s Beach, Chennai. I carried a point and shoot camera along with me. I reached the beach a little late, however the clouds near the horizon had masked the view of the ‘Golden Disc’ rising out of the sea just like one of the Bond Girls coming out of the water towards the shore.

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A Catamaram in the Sea

The Sun is just peeping out

The Sun is just peeping out

At first I was disappointed that I was late. But then I thought this was a significant personal milestone for me and there was nothing to feel bad about. As I was taking snaps of the sun, I saw a motorized fishing boat returning to the shore to the nearby fishing hamlet. Eager to take a few snaps of the fresh fishes that the fishermen would be bringing, I headed in that direction.

As I was walking towards the boat, I saw the carcasses of two huge sea turtles on the shore. I took a snap of one of the sea turtles with the rising sun as the backdrop. Suddenly, the saying, ‘a new day, a new beginning’ flashed in my mind’s eye and I felt bad at the irony of the situation. I left the water front and started to walk in the roads near the beach.

A dead sea turtle

A dead sea turtle

At one particular spot, a group of bikes parked together caught my attention. The reason is you come across 15 bikes of the same model all parked beside each other, every day. These bikes were all KTM 200 CC bikes. I checked the registrations on the bikes, they were from different localities within Chennai. One of the bikes had the tagline, ‘Eat, Sleep and Ride’ painted on it. About 20 feet from this pack there was another KTM bike with the message, ‘Riders not Racer’ parked.

15 KTM bikes parked together

15 KTM bikes parked together

I continued my walking session in a reflective mood. I always used to like going to Marina Beach and Elliot’s Beach along with family or friends while I was in school and college. I found the sight of ‘wave after wave crashing on the shore’ particularly therapeutic and comforting during times when I was in a bad mood. There have been countless instances when I was involved in mindless and aimless chatter with family of friends sitting on the beaches of Chennai.

As a kid I always used to jump in joy at the first sight of the beach as we used to walk through Wallajah Road towards thee beach. I can still remember how ecstatic I used to get at the exact moment when I used to complete my stroll through the beachfront and venture into the water. The sight of other kids laughing and playing in water, the moist air, the salty smell and the happy and playful times spent at the beachfront used to make me yearn for more time at the beach and would make me plead with my parents to take me to the beach more frequently.

However the association of beaches in Chennai with a ‘place for fun and happiness’ suddenly changed on that fateful 26th December morning ten years ago, when a bunch of giant murderous waves gatecrashed on the grand party called ‘everyday life’ that people in India, South Asia and South East Asia were enjoying. I remember seeing in horror and disbelief (about 10 days after the Tsunami day) a motorized fishing boat crashed into the first floor balcony of a sea-facing house on Thiruvanmiyur beach. Somehow after that day I don’t think of the sea/ beach as a place where we humans go for relaxation and re-creation. The sea is an enormous sleeping giant and the lives of people in sea-facing cities are at the mercy of this giant dormant volcano filled with water.

What’s in a Name?

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My name is Yoges (pronounced as Yo-gesh). If it’s pronounced as ‘Yogesh’ why is it written as ‘Yoges’? Well, that’s a long story. I am 35 year old guy from Chennai, India. The story of my name starts with my father’s name, Raja Gopal. When I was born on 6th April 1980, my parents decided to give me a name similar to my father’s name and named me as ‘Ram Gopal.’ Instead of making this as my official name, they decided to consult our family’s astrologer. And the astrologer introduced the first twist in the screenplay of my life.

The astrologer after carefully considering the planetary alignment at the time of my birth as well as my birth star bowled a ‘Googly’ and announced that my name should start either with ‘Yo’ or ‘Ya.’ Not to be outdone by the astrologer’s advice my parents named me as ‘Yogesh Ram Gopal.’ My name would have stayed this way had it not been for an idea that was planted in my dad’s mind several years ago. It’s called ‘Numerology.’ I am not sure who introduced my dad to the concept of Numerology; may be it is an elder one from the family or a friend or maybe even a newspaper article. But the fact is my dad very firmly believes in Numerology. And so my parents were checking if my would-be name (Yogesh Ram Gopal) would be ‘Numerology’ compliant as well. Unfortunately, ‘Yogesh Ram Gopal’ along with the initials (V R) did not lead to the favorable number (as per Numerology). Neither did ‘Yogesh Ram’ nor ‘Yogesh.’ So finally they settled for the odd spelling for my name as ‘Yoges’ though everyone in the family always pronounced it as ‘Yogesh.’

There is a little bit of history in the choice of initials that were chosen for me and my sisters. Unlike the majority in India, in in my state Tamil Nadu, people mostly do not have Surnames. The norm is using abbreviation of one’s native place plus father’s name or abbreviation of grand father’s name plus father’s name or just father’s name as initials. Example: In the late CM of Tamil Nadu C.N. Annadurai’s name, ‘C’ stands for his native place Conjeevaram and ‘N’ stands for his father’s name Natarajan.

So my name should have been either R Yoges (Rajagopal Yoges) or P R Yoges (Padapai Rajagopal Yoges), Padapai being my ancestral village. However fate intervened in the form of a conversation that my dad had with one his friends who worked as a nurse at CSI Kalyani Hospital, Chennai around the time my eldest sister was born. It seems that the nurse felt that it’s unfair that while the mother of the baby incurs a lot of pain in bringing the baby to this world, only the name of the father is given as initials. My dad recalled a few years back that at that moment he decided that he will include my mother’s name along with his name as initials for his children. So I and my sister’s got the initials as V R (Vijayalakshmi Rajagopal).

Well, I wouldn’t be thinking about writing about my name had it not put me into some interesting situations at school, college and workplace. First of all, most of my classmates and teachers in school were intrigued about the unusual spelling for my name. One of the teachers who came as substitute for my math teacher, on looking at my name on my notebook even commented, “Idiot, you don’t even know how to spell your name?” My class representative came to my rescue and told her that it’s a numerology based name (I have struck to that explanation ever since). Most of classmates would either call me as ‘Yo-ges’ or ‘Yogx’. Things got slightly better during graduation and post-graduation when my class mates called me as Yogi (meaning: a person who has spent a lot of their life doing yoga and studying the philosophy of yoga) or Yogi Bear (!!!).

But I always keep running into trouble while filling my name in applications for institutions outside Tamil Nadu. Applications for most institutions (outside Tamil Nadu) don’t account for Patronymic names and hence keep asking for ‘Surname’. And I have to fill my parents name in the place given for surname. This always keeps leading to interesting permutations for my name depending upon how the institutions’ computer systems are configured.

Post MBA when I went to work with an MNC, I started facing another interesting problem. The company had policy of using ‘surname, first name’ as the naming convention in Outlook profiles. They did not allow photos to be uploaded to avoid any discrimination in staffing. The IT people who created my outlook account configured my name as “Rajagopal, Yoges Vijayalakshmi.” In one particular year I signed up to be training coordinator for my department’s trainings. We had the practice of allowing a few people from other departments to attend our department’s training. So our training announcements would be sent to other departments with my name as the training coordinator. To my horror, in one of the months about half a dozen mails (from people from other departments) landed in my inbox with more or less the following message: “Hello Miss Vijayalakshmi, We would like to attend the above said training.” Miss Vijayalaksmi!!! The issue is that they assumed my oddly spelt name ‘Yoges’ as family name. There was no photo to see that it’s actually a guy. On seeing a feminine name Vijayalakshmi, they addressed it as ‘Miss Vijayalaksmi.’

I have always thought that my parents could have given me a Tamil name or the name of a famous historical personality from Tamil Nadu instead of a Sanskrit based name ‘Yogesh.’ This feeling started taking roots in a Tamil class during my primary school days when our Tamil teacher pinpointed students with pure Tamil names. In that class I learned that my name was a Sanskrit based name. I thought that it was wrong on my parents’ part to have given me a Sanskrit based name and decided that when I grow up I will choose a name that has some significance in Tamil literature or Tamil history. The issues that I had to face due to the odd spelling for my name only made this feeling stronger with each passing day. In the heydays of Orkut, for a couple of years I used the original name of the greatest of Tamil kings, ‘Arul Mozhi Varman’ as my profile name. However, slowly I was losing the inclination to change my name. Somehow I was starting to believe that ‘It’s the divine right of parents to name their child and the child has no right to change his/her name.’ What if the child does not like his/her name? He or She has to earn a name or title from the society through some meaningful contribution to the society.

For a number of years I never thought about what is the actual meaning of my name. I was forced to think about it during the third year of my graduation. I had applied for the Engineering Stream of Indian Air Force through University Entry Scheme. I had cleared the written test and had to go to Mysore for in-person interviews and tasks. We were divided into groups based on the increasing order of our age. My batch did not have any tasks in the first day. Post dinner when we were discussing with guys who had tasks that day, a lot of guys said that they were asked for the ‘meaning of their name’. That night I thought about what is the meaning of my name; however I could not think of a good answer. When I was posed that question the following day, I could not give a convincing reply. However the officer who asked me this question, told me that my name ‘Yogesh’ might have its origins in the root word for ‘Yoga.’ When I came back from Mysore, I started looking for the meaning of name on the internet. I figured out that my name could mean God of Yoga or Destiny’s God.

I once came across an email forward: ‘by the time you realize whatever your dad said makes sense, your son would be thinking that whatever you say doesn’t make sense.’ I had to come to terms with this reality when I had a daughter in 2012 and it was time to give her a name. I preferred giving my daughter a pure Tamil name but my wife wanted a name that was stylish. A search for names on the internet and books proved futile. However a colleague of mine suggested the name ‘Venpa’ (a form of Tamil Poetry) which matched our criteria. However as per my daughter’s birth star her name has to start with ‘Tha’, ‘Dha’ or ‘Sa.’ My father also handed me a book on Numerology to figure out a name that leads to a favorable number! Though I do not believe that name alone will ensure in success or well-being in life, I did not want to deny the doses of good luck (offered by an astrology and numerology based name) to my daughter. So reluctantly, I decided to figure out a name that would be favorable as per astrology as well as numerology.

But figuring out such a name proved more difficult than I had imagined. First, the number of names were limited (How many Hindu female names can you get starting with the three alphabets T, D or S?). Second, a lot of names that I liked, my wife did not like and vice-versa. Finally we were left with only a handful of names to choose from. Now came the interesting part of making the names Numerology compliant!!! I exhausted half a note book in trying to figure out a favorable combination. I spent quite a few hours on this exercise in frustration. I would add an additional ‘a’ or ‘h’ or ‘e’ to a name, but still it would not lead to a lucky number. Some names would get morphed into a completely unrecognizable form due to all the alphabet additions that I made.

We had decided to name our daughter on November 9, 2012. The ceremony was supposed to start at 9 AM. It was late in the evening on November 8 and I still had not figured out a name. I was frantically trying to arrive at a name while my wife was attending to our daughter. My wife had worried look on her face. Hours were just ticking by but a name that meets all our criteria was proving to be elusive. Around 3 AM on November 9 I had two names lined up but couldn’t choose one over the other. I went to my wife, showed her two fingers and told her that each one stood for a name and she had to choose one. My wife chose ‘Thanvii’. The original word behind this name is ‘Tanvi’ (meaning: soft and tender). I had introduced additional H and I to make this name Numerology compliant. At this juncture I am reminded of a joke made by one of my ex-colleagues, ‘In Tamil Nadu there is a “H” free after every “T” and every “D”.’ Like our parents we also decided to use my name and my wife’s name as initials to my daughter.

Somehow after going through this whole name finding mission, I see my name as well the process my parents used to arrive at my name in a more favorable light. As I was going through the process of choosing a name for my daughter, deep inside I wanted the ‘divine power’/ ‘luck’ that I had invoked through an Astrology and Numerology compliant name to be a guiding force for my daughter long after I have left this earth. As I recollect now, the odd spelling for my name had given me a benefit that I have failed to recognize over the years. The odd spelling for my name has severed as a good ice-breaker topic for me over the years. I could always add a couple of sentences to my introduction instead of just stating my name. In my workplaces (when there are other people with the same name Yogesh), the odd spelling for my name has ensured that my name is easily findable in the address book. I have told new colleagues time and again to just look for the ‘Yogesh’ without the ‘h’ in the name!

I have come across the question, ‘What’s in a name?’ so many times in books, discussion, articles etc. When we look superficially a name is insignificant and only the life of the person bearing the name carries a meaning. But if we look at a much deeper level, even if the life of the person bearing the name is meaningless, the name is still significant in a number of ways. The name could be mish-mash of various ancient bodies of knowledge. The name could be the end-result of various belief systems of a family that has been passed down across generations over a millennia. The name could be the remnant of a struggle to ensure in a new social order in a by-gone era. The name could be the result of just a spark of an idea that was lit in the minds of the parents by someone whom the child is never going to meet in his or her life. Above all the name could be a manifestation of desire or a longing within the heart of every parent for his or her child to have the best possible life known to mankind.

Introduction

My name is Yoges V R, a thirty four year old guy living in Chennai, India. I am married and have a two and half years old daughter. I am an engineer and MBA by qualification. I am a research analyst in the technology industry by profession.

This is my first blogging 101 post. I am blogging in WordPress platform since October 19, 2014. I started blogging as a way of getting into a writing habit. I think writing publicly would let me connect with others like me and receive constructive feedback to improve my writing skills. I am writing a blog post after a brief hiatus. So far I have written about education and success and I hope to continue to write on these topics as well others like behavioral psychology, current affairs, etc. Well, getting into the regular habit of writing is what I plan to accomplish in 2015.

I think the two dark forces that have been impeding my progress are Impulsiveness and Inertia. Impulsiveness has been leading me to spend time, money and energy on all the wrong stuff. Inertia has been preventing me from doing all the right stuff like reading a good book. My biggest fear in writing blog posts is being judged and the feeling of what if this post is not worthy of being published.

I like reading non-fiction books. The fact that the story or the idea in the book has happened somewhere in this world is what keeps me hooked to a non-fiction book. In addition to various WordPress blogs, I also follow blogs by Austin Kleon, James Altucher and Oliver Emberton.