TUNE IN NANAAJ


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TURNING TABLES

It was never enough!

Surely, there was some other way to quench the thirst that was rising although I wondered what it would be.

I am not going mince words here. As a child I gobbled everything up. And by everything I mean anything that had writings I could see.

There were the usual story books that every parent bought for their children. Then there were the ones I borrowed from the library. Very soon I was reading things off jam bottles and cornflakes boxes. I would run around looking for the parts of the newspaper Dad had finished reading. I would run off and hide and read my head off. I am pretty sure all these led to my need for spectacles but that is a story for another day.

It didn’t matter to me if the subject was boring politics or some current affairs. As long as my little brain could capture some amount of information it was okay. My little 7 year old self did not mind- she just wanted to read.

As the years passed I hid myself in libraries for so long that I lost track of time constantly. Mum would often scold me because instead of stirring the food carefully, I would be so engrossed in a book that the food would be burning right before me. Every day was an adventure for me. I would be far away in some other world created by some author.

So in high school when I had read and reread all the books around me, I was in a dilemma. How was I ever going to survive? I began to ponder on stories I had read and imagined how differently some scenes would have turned out had I been on the writing end.

If I were a cartoon character, this would be the part where a light bulb would go off in my head. An epiphany had occurred and I was ready to put my imaginations in ink on paper. What could be better than that? But as I spent time creating characters and deciding their roles in my story I realized this was no easy task. I was solely responsible for the growth of the characters within the story and I had to nurture them to ensure they reached their full potential.

Some years down the line, I had to put down the ink and paper and pick up my lecture notes if I wanted to graduate. But the door to my love for writing was ajar and always beckoning me to it. And till today I am still haunted by the possibility that I may have ignored a wonderful skill in pursuit of higher grades.

Fortunately, I don’t need to look in a crystal ball to know that it is not too late to pursue that part of me that is still pulsating with life. And it will never go away even if I will it. And to think that I stumbled across this talent as result of a need I wanted to meet.

There are many times that we feel frustrated and driven up the wall. But call it the universe’s way of giving you a shake to get your attention.

Often in those times when I am overcome by strong emotions like fear or love or desperation, I feel the undeniable itch to write. Restlessness would plague me till I put down all the thoughts playing hopscotch in my mind. When the tables turn, I feel inclined to write.

For everyone there are those moments that you are hit so hard with an idea or some courage or some inspiration. Then there are those times that the tables turn on you and you feel like you stuck in stuffy place. But these are the times when the creative juices are ready to explode from within you.

Never ignore these moments, embrace them and let them charge you up and you just may create the most beautiful baby ever created – your personal project.

Have there been any moments where the tables have turned on you and led you to make something you could never have imagined? Share with me in the comments below.

Till the next table comes for me…..


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It is a funny thing when you come full circle.

The things you swore you were escaping come to meet you at last. Sometimes you find yourself helpless like Aladin before Jafar. Other times you find yourself not seeing it as a problem any longer. And that’s exactly how this story goes.Okay…maybe not exactly

Countless hours turned to years spent in the classroom can make anyone restless to get education over with. After all it was the same old broken record. So really, what was there to love except meeting new people who shared my sentiments.

One past student to another, let’s be honest! School drove us crazy as save for the drama, events and opportunity to be out of our parents sights even just for a while. Don’t deny it.

So let’s say the inspirational stories and speeches I had been listening finally got to me. I was on a quest to find something that helps me make a change in my society; I came across this exciting concept Butterfly Effect. And if you haven’t guessed by now, it used the whole formation of a butterfly to create a change.

Imagine having something you cherish so much but people you look up don’t recognize your cherished item. Then out of nowhere someone comes along who greatly appreciates it and encourages you. Because if you’ve got it, nothing stops you from flaunting it.

I was so humbled to see the excitement of students when we share our plan concerning their skills to them. It is a breath of fresh air in the lives of these students. Butterfly Effect gives the platform to kids to redefine themselves not with societal or educational standards.

It basically sprinkles fairy dust on the talents of the kids. And everyone knows the amazing power of fairy dust.

Sadness cannot begin to describe how we felt when we met Steven, a student who was extremely talented in acting and making crafts. Walking in on teachers constantly telling him and his friends “You’re so daft! You can’t even answer such a simple question” and proceeding to shout out them is a shock I still cannot get over. Steven literally saw our sessions as a refuge and space he got to be himself.

It would be a laugh to say growing up always comes with wisdom. And I am sure everyone has exception to this rule. But I can definitely say they you get new insights into things. So here I am offering kids the escape from the system we all loathed.

No reward can beat the proud look on the face of my students when their inventions strut the runways to the view of the audience. Metaphorically of course.

It may sound absurd but I believe every human has a bag of fairy dust they are supposed to share to make someone’s life better. If you look closely you’ll find yours and make amazing use of it.

Because someone sprinkled their fairy dust on you for you to get this far.

Till my next discovery…happy sprinkling!

 

 


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A MILLION YEARS AGO

No you’re not paranoid.

Yes! This is not a drill, its actually happening.

You’re looking at pictures from the past and certain memories flood in reminding you of your past ‘glory days’.

Or maybe you’re suddenly transported back to some distant thought of people you used to hang out with and things you did.

Then the floodgates open and all those boxes labeled in your mind as ‘NEVER OPEN’ just burst open and then you’re caught in your feelings.

About a week ago, on my random stalking on instagram, I came across a post of member of popular girl group addressing some issues. Apparently some cyber bullies who had nothing better to do with their time had photo shopped racist pictures of her and attacked her online.

It was an eye sore and I can sadly say that no human ever deserves to see the kind of thing those ugly bullies did. It was disturbing and pathetic if I am putting it lightly. However it was how she addressed the issue that inspired me.

She mentioned that some years back she used to ask why her skin was a different shade and why her features were different. So she had struggled for years with self-acceptance. But as time wore on, by surrounding herself with a good support system, she has come to love herself so much that no one can take that away from her.

You can complain about her color or anything else but at the end of the day, she is in love with the skin God had given her so you (the bully) can go deal with your own issues. She even ended up partnering with a foundation that supports people who feel cyber bullied.

The whole point of this is, by opening up that old memory she had the courage to deal with those issues and also inspire others in the process.

So it’s not always a breeze sailing through past memories that hold issues we would rather not face. But it is only when you have closure with that dirty laundry from a million years ago that you can actually take on new challenges.

Don’t run away from opportunities that give you an avenue to settle a past difficulty. That may just be the key to open a new door to the present.

Is there any issue from a million years ago that you dealt with and got closure or is there any you are yet to deal with? Share with me darlings!

Till I open my next box….bye darlings!


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BREAK A SWEAT

Currently I am wondering..

Am I being too harsh?

I don’t want to even be a fool for love so why  be a fool for April?

Is this even necessary?

Am I overthinking?

Just like that one of the most stressful days of the year is back again; the dreaded 1st April.

This might seem a bit over the top but desperate times call for desperate measures.Am sitting here contemplating if a secret someone just broke to me, while swearing by everything holy , is true.

Truth be told,I have successfully protected myself from all their pranks this year and I will be damned if I fall for one on the most obvious day of the year.Don’t look at me with that weird eye as if I’m crazy because you are thinking the same thing.

But in true Sagittarius fashion while taking my daily dose of ‘overthinking’ my mind wandered off to people who seem to break a sweat over what people may find easy to deal with.

A few days ago the internet especially twitter was divided over an issue where a female celebrity tried to commit suicide. People accused her of  cheating on her current boyfriend when a picture of she and her ex boyfriend surfaced on instagram.

People insulted and accused her unnecessarily while she denied everything. Some hours later there was a picture of her on a bed in the hospital room with I.V’s all on her arm.Then came the great division.

Some were confused as to why she would to try kill herself over and I quote ‘a trivial matter such as cheating’ and that she was doing it just for attention.Others felt she has some issues with depression already hence her resorting to suicide.

It is never our place to say what should affect a person and what shouldn’t.Whatever we are today is as a result of series of events that happened in our past.People literally fought through addictions,abuse, pain and suffering just to be here today.

Your demons you fight may be dust to someone else and vice versa.So no one has the right to  judge what someone should break a sweat over.We all react to situations in different ways.

Mental health disease is very real and its high time people started realizing that. We should learn to support people and not judge them for their decisions.

April fools may make me break a sweat but you may just brush it off like ‘pfttt’.

I may have a slight fear of rooms with open doors and you may not even care whether the door to a room you are in is open or closed.

That is the beauty of diversity.

Is there anything that makes you break a sweat that people find strange? You can share with me in the comments below.

Till I cross this river called 1st April, stay lovely darlings!

 

 


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RECIPE

A dash of this, a sprinkle of that and a pinch of this will do the trick.

And there you have it, a perfect (insert whatever it is you were imagining while reading the first sentence).

Isn’t that how it always goes?

I speak for myself and hopefully most people out there who have sat through long lectures of what may be called the “keys to success”. What they fail to tell us is success is a recipe only you can make.

They say walls have ears meaning possibly, this is me speaking hypothetically so pardon me if it does not make much sense logically, they have mouths as well.

With this in mind, it is safe to say the walls of my bathroom have a lot to say about my various attempts to turn the bathroom into a world stage.

Yes! I was one of the millions of teens out there wanting to chart on the billboard and having everyone jamming out to my song. But that’s a story or another day.

Fast forward to my days in the university. I was determined to be a self-made entrepreneur and boy did I try. Everyone else around was coming up with one thing or the other which would become the next trend.

Thus begun my journey of joining many agencies and companies where I attempted many roles; sales marketer, sponsorship seeker, event organizer etc. I pulled my friends along in the process so I could have someone to complain with when things got tough.

You can guess how all these business ventures went. So I thought I was not applying enough commitment to these ventures.

Scroll down to today as I lecture students in Spanish, I cannot believe how I have successfully ignored most trends and made one for myself.

If we are going to be honest, ask a lot of singers now their key to success and they would tell you about staying true to your sound and playing honest music. Others would also tell you how hard work beats talent.

The truth is there is no real recipe for success. Success is how you add your own personal touch to whatever goal you are working towards. Because let’s face it, not everyone is aggressive, a good communicator, a creative genius or a naturally charming person.

But one thing you can count on is the fact that once you find your niche, that special ingredient that works for you and makes your confidence shine through, your recipe would be complete.

So take the plunge, find out your interests, your strengths and your capability and viola, piping hot success awaits you.

Till my next recipe, stay cute darlings!


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SOMETHING HAD TO DIE…

Not to kill the vibe or anything but put your hand up if:

PS: I mean mental raising your hands because it would be just weird if you randomly did that in public. I mean imagine the stares and I don’t to carry the guilt of doing that to you. Okay, I may have gotten carried away for a second; but to the issue at hand.

At one point or another in your life, what everyone accepted “in thing” just didn’t make sense to you.

Yeah don’t run away from your rebellious streak even if it was something as petty as arguing out which part of the pizza was the best.

How about putting up your hand if you didn’t want to be the ‘anti’ one and therefore went with the flow. Come on don’t be embarrassed…we can’t all be carrying placards screaming our justice for our thoughts.

Point is, if you participated in the little exercise above you may or may not have giggled at how silly you were trying to fit in with the in crowd.

Or how ridiculous you had to behave to get that crush notice you.

Probably not all these situations ended up in laughter but some actually ended in real tears. Whether it is because you got up and realized you deserved better or your best was totally ignored by someone who you saw as irreplaceable, you moved on from that situation.

Cheers to you!

Because hey…what’s a love that doesn’t keep you up all night and all day right?

No matter what road you took to get to the self-empowered or strong person you are today, something had to die.

It could have been an illusion, a perception, a feeling or a fantasy. But only when did that thing die did you feel alive.

Sometimes when we lose some things we are inconsolable at that moment. We try to retrace our steps to figure out where we went wrong.

But honey…it isn’t always your fault. Something had to be crushed to make space for something better.

So anytime something dies, cry it out, sip some tea and pull yourself together because what’s coming right after is going blow your mind, in a good way.

Till we overcome that next death….bye darlings.