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Day 1 of NaBloPoMo :)

I have been an irregular blogger to say the least. I do have so many things in my mind that I could share, but most of the times I don’t allow myself the quiet space or time to be able to formulate a decent piece of writing and then post it on the blog. Sometimes, I come up with something nice, in my mind, and then promptly proceed to analyse, dissect and destroy it. However, I have always wanted to be able to write witty, humorous, thought-provoking or simple daily-life occurrences regularly…the key word being ‘regularly’ :)

I stumbled upon NaBloPoMo and was immediately interested. I read up all the FAQs. Then I read some blogs who were doing it. Yet I feared that I would not be able to keep this commitment. From blogging one day in each month to blogging each day in one month seems quite an ambitious project for me. So I mulled over it for two days and finally today I decided that I would take the plunge. Be it a tiny post or a long one, be it something significant and interesting or something really ordinary, I am determined to post every single day from today for one month. So here goes…


A few others and I have collectively battled a crisis of major proportions and are on the verge of recovery. The road ahead is still going to be full of challenges. Presently there is a lull in the storm and as I sit back, I am playing back in my mind the happenings of the past two months, looking at where we all are today and reinforcing to myself the lessons learnt…about myself, about people around me, about the nature of crises, about life in general. We are all looking and feeling battered and bruised…naturally, considering that we are slowly recuperating from a long battle. Here are some random realisations, observations, lessons:

Being positive and solution-oriented at all times in a crisis situation, works extremely well for me. I do not allow myself to be bogged down for more than a couple of minutes at a time. I operate on high self-awareness and start pushing myself to look at the blessings and to look for remedies for the situation almost as soon as I start feeling depressed. I have a tough core and I have my parents, my upbringing and all life-situations I have faced in the past, to thank for that.

Crises seem to have a perverse streak…or so it seems to us when we are in them. They stretch beyond all expectation and rational estimation. I think the key to crack the code is to have / generate enough sustaining power in your mind that outlasts the sustaining power of the crises.

I had read a poem many years ago, titled Don’t Quit. One line in it went something like this: ‘Many a failure turns about, when he might have won had he stuck it out’. This line, in fact this entire poem, is true for me since I have experienced it.

So, taking off from this poem, I am not going to quit until I complete the NaBloPoMo challenge that I have set for myself. Go get it girl ! :)


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