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Adulting

Being an adult is not an easy task. Of course, when you are a kid, you don’t even think about it. You think about what you want and the fact that you want to achieve them. But the older you grow, you learn that getting what you want to get comes with its price tag. You have to make compromises, you have to make decisions. Decisions which are always not black and white. It’s a constant dilemma of weighing pros and cons of every decision. If nothing, you end up feeling like a weighing machine! ūüėõ

When you are an adult, you realize sleep is the best thing that can happen to you. Sleep is magical. When you sleep, the biological fairy waves her magic wand and wounds heal and tissues repair. And you wake up brand new, fresh, ready to take on any challenge that the adult world throws at you.

When you are an adult, you learn to look at the impact of your decisions in the light of how it impacts others. It’s not easy to do, because even though it means you are more sensitive to the needs of others, sometimes it also means choking the throat of your own desires. When you are an adult, there is no time to think about your deepest desires, because the world may not consider them proper.

But having said that, in an adult world, you live in waves of possibilities. You could be an influencer. You can find the best of both worlds. You can be a great weighing machine. When you are an adult, you have a choice. You have a choice of weighing the pros and cons, and you have the capacity to identify the pros and cons. When you are an adult, you are not at the beck and call of anyone.

The world is your canvas, and as an adult, you can paint anything you want in it.

The Dichotomy of Creators | An Essay

You know there comes this phase in life for all creative people where they are trying to discover their styles? That point you don’t know where your ground lies, what is it that you are trying to express and what is the right medium to express yourself?

When a plant is born from a seed, does it know what it is meant to grow for?

I’m kind of going through that phase. We are alive in a century when anything and everything seems possible. There are so many ways today to express yourself. You could write, you could paint. You could take pictures, you could tattoo your body black. You could cook and make your dishes look beautiful. You could make movies, produce songs, produce music. You could just talk, become a speaker. You could write poems, you could perform your poetry. You can act, you can dance. You can be a digital artist, you can make animation, you can make cartoon or magic worlds. The possibilities are endless.

When the seed pushes against the soil, the soft, gradual push of the tissues, does it know that it’d come to see a world of sunlight, a world of the pleasant monsoon breeze?

As far as I can remember, I have expressed myself creatively through my writing. I have a special bond with the pen/pencil/keyboard. That’s something that I have perfected over the years. When back in 2011, I was on writing.com, I came across so many different styles of poetry, so many different styles of prose. “Baby shoes. For Sale. Never Worn.” And even to this day, writing remains my primary form of thinking (unless of course, when I am walking and thinking to myself, or talking to someone and thinking out loud). But over the years, I have come to realize that sometimes I want to express myself through something more than writing. Something more visual, something more auditory (auricular). So, I bought a camera and I clicked photos and made videos. I added sounds to the videos and I found my peace. For a while.

How does the first wisp of breeze feel on a newly born leaf?

But then, I realize that making videos has something very closely to do with the world around us. That world is peopled by peoples, by rules, by regulations, by fashion, by money, by trade, by technology. By history, by politics, by biology, by physics. By relationships. By reference systems. It is a complex world. It is a multi-dimensional world. I am thankful I have the five senses to grasp this world. But at any given point in time, can I truly grasp it in all the dimensions that it exists in? As-is? Simply grasp the world as it exists?

The baby plant continues to grow – by some prehistoric rule-set that dictates its growth, encoded in its DNA. It does not have the ability to think, to shape how it grows. It merely responds to the stimuli the world provides it. The direction of the sun, the kind of the soil.

Existing as a human in this world is complex, if not difficult. We are fighting to maintain status quo. We are fighting to destroy status quo. We are hungry to find a new world. We want to travel back in time and explore the era of corsets and kings and monarchs. We want to be free in choosing who we love. We want to be fit and not give in to the sedentary modern lifestyle. But if you are a creative person, sometimes, the world feels even more complex. Because you are not just trying to live it. You are trying to understand it.

And so… the plant can become a tree, without bothering to understand the world around it. It could be a dumb, blind witness to generations of life forms, and still be in a healthy state.¬†

And so, I envy the seed. I envy the plant. I envy the tree. I envy every simple life form that can exist without having the obligation to understand. To be understood. Yet, when I am feeling lucid and I can write what I exactly feel in the depths of my tissues (without knowing if it’s the heart, or the brain or the chemical reactions in the nervous system that allows me to do it), I feel grateful that I am a higher form of life. I am human. And that’s something to be grateful for.

My first NaNoWriMo!

2015 seems like a year of many firsts for me. I had signed up for my NaNoWriMo account probably in July. Suddenly, it is almost November and NaNoWriMo is about to start!

Honestly, right now I have zero preparation for the novel I am apparently about to write this November. I have no plot/draft planned. October was a busy month – with the big move and then the settling down. In between all these, I wouldn’t blame myself for having forgotten all about noveling plans.

Yesterday, I logged into my long-dormant NaNoWriMo account and set up the title and the synopsis of the novel. It was¬†done quite¬†late at night, in the span of an hour or so, so it’s perhaps not the best product that I could come up with.¬†But I will go ahead and share the synopsis with you:

The Delayed Adulthood

Genre: Mainstream
Synopsis

Asha is 22. She has recently completed college and moved half-way across the country to start her career.

She has a print out of The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost pasted on the wall of her room. A picture of taken with her family sits on the fancy shelf of her lavish apartment.

As she delves into the nooks and crannies of the corporate world, she remembers the young girl who used to walk on the terrace of her parent’s home, talking to herself about the things she hopes to do when she is grown up, only faintly believing that all she imagined might one day come true. Or maybe not.

The Delayed Adulthood is a coming-of-age novel about a bespectacled, nervous girl who is unsure of the effect she has on people. Slowly, as the places and faces in her life change and life opens up new, unfamiliar avenues, she is faced with that itchy question that has plagued all of us at some point in our lives: Is growing up even worth it?

Honestly, I have no clue if I will be able to churn out those 50,000 words in 30 days. Yet, I want to participate in this because I need writing to become a daily habit for me. Having entered job market, I know how well time needs to be managed in order to squeeze a few minutes for our creative outlets. Just so I don’t get into the habit of eating, going to office, sleeping cycle where there is no time to write, I want to experiment with NaNoWriMo.

Writing a novel is particularly daunting for me, because I have tried that without success. I had written four-five chapter for more than one could-have-been novel, but none was completed. Most of the time, having written the first few chapters, I did not know how to proceed. So, with just a few hours to go before this noveling bee starts buzzing non-stop across laptops and papers all around the world, I am at a loss as to where to start from. Thankfully, tomorrow is a Sunday, so maybe I will be able to give it some thought and come up with a plan for the novel. Wish me luck!

What about you? How has your NaNoWriMo experience been like? What would your suggestions be for me so that I can see my novel through completion? Please share your thoughts with me in the Comments below. Also, if you like, feel free to add me as a writing buddy on NaNoWriMo! See you there!