How to be more productive?

Sketches By Nitesh

So often, the greatest books tell us nothing new. I wish I can tell you a ten-step formula to make sense of the rage inside you or maybe seven sure ways to be more productive. How about a twelve-day guide to sort out the chaos that your life has become? Believe me, I’ll most probably end up mocking my own words.

Well, am not Isaac Asimov (Damn, the man has written a lot) but I believe that I am slightly more productive than your average Joe. I can use the word proven, bestseller, sure step but I won’t. Being honest is one thing, being rude and mean, that’s on whole another level. I can lie and tell you ten different things but that isn’t how a relationship is built.

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Write Down Your Life

Why should we write? Simple question, right? And yet I promise you that if you ask that particular question to someone, you’ll always get a different answer. Well, here is mine.

The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch

Last week, on the perfectly imperfect bunch, the weekly theme was poetry. Now I do not consider myself to be a good poet but I can capture odd emotions in intricate metaphors (I did it just now). Sadly, I wasn’t in the right mindset to participate in last week’s theme. The reason for that was simple yet complicated. In simplest term, I had a rough week. Revisiting the details will only be unnecessary considering the fact that I’ve captured them with details in these three posts.

Eternal Sadness Cloaked With Brief Smiles

My Words Betrayed Me Today

A Man’s Journey Through His Own Hell

Now if you go through them, you’ll find a boy, not a man, walking through his doubts. The point I’m trying to focus on, right now, is that writing out these three posts did something brilliant. I had a phase like this quite a long ago…

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Writing Through My Pain

Simply put, a beautiful insight into the impact of writing. In detail, you’ll have to read to find out. But let me say one little line, “In words, we heal, in words, we collected the crumbles of our shattered beliefs.”
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Will the ones who love me,

love me?

Once I’ve fallen down again?

Back into the dark depression,

that destroys me from within?

Void’s dark tormentous seas;

seas of loss,

no man should cross.

Pummeling waves of agony,

crash;

afflicting throes,

horrendous woes,

that won’t turn loose until I drown.

Yet while I’m down,

I search for meaning;

a truth to thieve.

Hidden,

lost,

within my failures,

sprawled throughout my misery,

lying,

dying,

naked,

bleeding,

among my dreams that I’ve forsaken.

Lying just beyond anxieties,

right there,

just beyond my fear;

past all my insecurities,

beside all of the unknowns;

is the answer I’ve been seeking,

truth that shocks me through my bones.

But can I venture through my panic?

Focus strength where I am weak?

Can I grasp eternal knowledge?

Steal it?

Bring it out,

back through that bondage?

Because in truth,

I am so broken;

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Inktober 2017 – Day Ten Entry – Dirty Yellow Light

Sketches By Nitesh

Through the grilled window, the hues of red and dirty yellow light from the street lamp is flooding my room as I am writing this. The entire room, except for those streaks of light, is emerged in darkness and the light from the screen of my smartphone is illuminating my otherwise grim face. I could talk a lot about tame and as I am typing it I have no idea where I’ll end up or what I’ll end up with.

That is quite a common occurrence with my rants. I start with one thought and somewhere in-between, I drift towards something entirely else. My Silent friend, you and I have this disadvantage, that we know each other through words.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Nine Entry – What To Write

Sketches By Nitesh

Check out the Inktober 2017 gallery here: Inktober 2017 Entries

Last night, I was chatting with one of my dear friend (I guess I do chat a lot) and the conversation mainly focused on doubting your words. Whether or not they have any originality. A little conversation and here we are. Another entry into the Diary of a Madman.

There is an old saying, there is a difference between practicing what you preach and preaching only after you have preached. I talk a lot about writing ugly. Now, what I’ve always meant by that is rather simple. Do not censor your words, do not limit them with rules and regulations. Do not worry of a particular word reads good or not. That word exists for a reason.

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Inktober 2017 – Day Seven Entry – Untitled #3

Sketches By Nitesh

I was traveling back to home and I was in public bus. The person sitting next to me was speaking in Kashmiri. I knew it was Kashmiri because I’ve known quite a few kashmirians, I know enough to know the dialect. Everyone had that judging look, you know, as if he was planning the next terrorist attack, as if the very bus he was sitting on was about to be blown up in few minutes. I mean it’s comical, behind all the rage, behind the Islamophobia, it’s comical. These idiots who don’t even know how to earn more than 200 rupees in one day judge someone who for all intent and purposes could be a millionaire.

This inherent habit or need to judge, to assume simply based on someone’s voice raises unbelievable questions. It definitely does that in my mind. I once wrote it in a post (I have no…

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Inktober 2017 – Day Six Entry – Married to Agony

Sketches By Nitesh

Let’s just get the usual banter of warnings over first. One, if you are here to simply look for the Inktober entry or the photograph entry for WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge, skip to the bottom of the post. Second, if you are a restless reader, like me, and reading some thousand word rants isn’t your cup of tea, you can skip the post. Third, I am just too obsessed with pain and darkness, so do not expect rainbows to shoot out of thin air.

If you’re still reading, then let’s write another chapter into the Diary of a Madman.

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