“I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.” ~ Frederick Perls
Just imagine... if one had no expectations from anyone there is no way they can be hurt and disappointed. Because people are going to let you down eventually. You build up this crazy impossible picture in your head about what the person can do for you, and that just isn't going to happen. Then you go around being all angry at the person because they let you down. Well, that really isn't true is it? You are the one who put yourself in that position, by having those unrealistic expectations. It really all is in your hands. You can be as happy as you want to be. Just don't depend on anyone else for it. That's the key... Easier said than done though
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Slipping through my fingers
You know how sometimes you see things just falling apart around you? Sometimes it is things you know are bound to fall apart because you want them so bad you have ended up jinxing them yourself. Sometimes it is things that are so precious to you and you realised this only after it started slipping through your fingers? And you feel helpless and tell yourself there was nothing you could have done about it, it wasn't in your control, you didn't see it coming. But that isn't true, is it? There is always something you can do about it. You can always see it coming if you just pay attention and not take things for granted. If you stop letting your insecurities get the best of you. You tell yourself before you can even attempt it that it isn't going to work, that you are going to fail so why even bother trying? How messed up is that! The worst is when you are so scared to fail that you end up sabotaging the whole thing yourself. That is another whole level of messed up!!! Ah well, nothing I can do about it i guess!!!!
Friday, 19 March 2010
THE Guy...
Heard this from a friend's mom...
"I recognized that it doesn't matter if a guy is sexy, funny, smart, charismatic and rich if he doesn't make you feel safe to communicate openly, safe to trust his commitment and loyalty, or safe to be your fullest self. A relationship of shared virtue where each partner challenges and supports the other to bloom into their best possible selves..."
~ Karen Salmansohn
"I recognized that it doesn't matter if a guy is sexy, funny, smart, charismatic and rich if he doesn't make you feel safe to communicate openly, safe to trust his commitment and loyalty, or safe to be your fullest self. A relationship of shared virtue where each partner challenges and supports the other to bloom into their best possible selves..."
~ Karen Salmansohn
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Random Ramblings...
I have been wanting to revive my blog for a while now. Yesterday I decided to finally get down to doing it. So, I started to think about all those "life-changing"/AHA (call it whatever you like) moments that have happened since I moved to Delhi and started to lead the life I had always dreamed I would. I got nothing... NOTHING!!! How terrible is that? No highs, no lows... things have just been going smoothly (which is good too, I guess). Not that there hasn't been drama (quite a lot of it i might add!!!) but nothing phenomenal that I can write about.
You know, I envy people whose passion is writing... What fun for them! Everything they experience becomes all the more amazing coz they can relive all those moments by writing about it. I think thats how people go on forever... their stories get read and people bring them back to life when they experience what the writer experienced.
Ah well... no such luck for me... I was at such a loss as to what to write about, i wrote about exactly that!
You know, I envy people whose passion is writing... What fun for them! Everything they experience becomes all the more amazing coz they can relive all those moments by writing about it. I think thats how people go on forever... their stories get read and people bring them back to life when they experience what the writer experienced.
Ah well... no such luck for me... I was at such a loss as to what to write about, i wrote about exactly that!
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
What did you expect!!!???!!
If you push people away and don't let anyone in,
If you decline to comment and never share your feelings,
If you say all you need is you and no one else,
Do you really think you are gonna be given the benefit of the doubt?
Do you really think you will be loved unconditionally and above all else?
NO!
What did you expect???!!??!?!
If you decline to comment and never share your feelings,
If you say all you need is you and no one else,
Do you really think you are gonna be given the benefit of the doubt?
Do you really think you will be loved unconditionally and above all else?
NO!
What did you expect???!!??!?!
Friday, 17 April 2009
I spy...
She remembered something today, something she never knew she knew.
She remembers opening a door and seeing something she shouldn't have seen.
She goes over this picture in her mind, analyzing and over-analyzing it, hoping, praying even that it is her mind playing some dirty tricks on her. Hoping it is someone else's memory, someone else standing at the door. Not her but some other little girl not understanding what she is seeing, yet instinctively knowing that it is not normal, that it is wrong, that it is a big secret.
But it couldn't have been anyone else. Because the memory fit in with everything else she had learned about her reality. Maybe the burden of that secret must have been too big for her to handle. So, she forgot it. Till now...
She should have stopped there. But no, there was no going back from there. She started to remember more things. Some happy, some sad, some horrific things. Things that had made her the person she is today. She wondered sometimes why she behaved the way she did. Why she hated some things with such passion. Well, now she knew.
And as is usual with her, after the damage had already been done, she wishes she hadn't remembered at all. Because none of her questions had been answered. Well, thats not entirely true. The WHATs had been answered but not the WHYs.
Then she remembers reading somewhere, that the past is like a broken plate - you can try to piece it all together but it will never ever look the same. So she guesses it means she will never know why.
The picture in her head just keeps getting hazier and hazier.
She remembers opening a door and seeing something she shouldn't have seen.
She goes over this picture in her mind, analyzing and over-analyzing it, hoping, praying even that it is her mind playing some dirty tricks on her. Hoping it is someone else's memory, someone else standing at the door. Not her but some other little girl not understanding what she is seeing, yet instinctively knowing that it is not normal, that it is wrong, that it is a big secret.
But it couldn't have been anyone else. Because the memory fit in with everything else she had learned about her reality. Maybe the burden of that secret must have been too big for her to handle. So, she forgot it. Till now...
She should have stopped there. But no, there was no going back from there. She started to remember more things. Some happy, some sad, some horrific things. Things that had made her the person she is today. She wondered sometimes why she behaved the way she did. Why she hated some things with such passion. Well, now she knew.
And as is usual with her, after the damage had already been done, she wishes she hadn't remembered at all. Because none of her questions had been answered. Well, thats not entirely true. The WHATs had been answered but not the WHYs.
Then she remembers reading somewhere, that the past is like a broken plate - you can try to piece it all together but it will never ever look the same. So she guesses it means she will never know why.
The picture in her head just keeps getting hazier and hazier.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Almost...
She stops for a moment to take a breath.
Bad idea!
That gives her mind more than enough time to think.
Yet another bad idea!
She had learned the hard way to not acknowledge her thoughts.
She never used to be like this. She used to have this picture of herself, the way she wanted to be. It used to be so clear, so vivid, so colourful. But then a few years ago this picture started to get hazy. And hazier and hazier. That really scared her because she believed the picture always guided her, told her which direction to take and what decisions to make. What was she going to do now? She was lost and confused and she felt she had no one to turn to.
With the picture in her head getting bleaker, the world around her came into sharp focus. She saw things she never noticed before, things she later wished she had never come to know. And she did what she had always done in the past - tried to fix everything she thought was wrong.
Again, bad idea!
Helplessness was a strange, alien feeling for her. She didn't know how to deal with it and the best thing to do was shut it all out. So she left, walked away from the only person who could ever truly love her because he just knew too much. A clean break, she told herself. Shut it all out. Stop thinking! Ah, a brilliant plan. Only it didn't always work.
Like now...
She was thinking. Maybe she could fix this. Maybe she could be happy again. Maybe she could love again. Or allow herself to be loved. Maybe, just maybe... The fantasy never got beyond that - She didn't let it - and though the tears rolled down her cheeks, she wasn't sobbing or out of control. She just waited a bit, took a deep breath and continued to walk to where she was supposed to be.
Bad idea!
That gives her mind more than enough time to think.
Yet another bad idea!
She had learned the hard way to not acknowledge her thoughts.
She never used to be like this. She used to have this picture of herself, the way she wanted to be. It used to be so clear, so vivid, so colourful. But then a few years ago this picture started to get hazy. And hazier and hazier. That really scared her because she believed the picture always guided her, told her which direction to take and what decisions to make. What was she going to do now? She was lost and confused and she felt she had no one to turn to.
With the picture in her head getting bleaker, the world around her came into sharp focus. She saw things she never noticed before, things she later wished she had never come to know. And she did what she had always done in the past - tried to fix everything she thought was wrong.
Again, bad idea!
Helplessness was a strange, alien feeling for her. She didn't know how to deal with it and the best thing to do was shut it all out. So she left, walked away from the only person who could ever truly love her because he just knew too much. A clean break, she told herself. Shut it all out. Stop thinking! Ah, a brilliant plan. Only it didn't always work.
Like now...
She was thinking. Maybe she could fix this. Maybe she could be happy again. Maybe she could love again. Or allow herself to be loved. Maybe, just maybe... The fantasy never got beyond that - She didn't let it - and though the tears rolled down her cheeks, she wasn't sobbing or out of control. She just waited a bit, took a deep breath and continued to walk to where she was supposed to be.
Saturday, 28 June 2008
"Before Sunset"
I have seen the movie a million times and each time I relate to a different part or a different part hits me. This is what Celine says in one of her rants...
I was thinking...
For me it's better I don't romanticize things as much anymore.
I was suffering so much all the time.
I still have lots of dreams, but they're not in regard to my love life.
It doesn't make me sad, it's just the way it is.
Is that why you're in a relationship with somebody who's...
never around?
Yes, obviously, I can't deal with the day to day life of a relationship.
Yeah, we have, you know,
this exciting time together and then he leaves and I miss him,
but at least I'm not dying inside.
When someone is always around me, I'm like suffocating!
No, wait, you just said that you need to love and be loved...
Yeah, but when I do, it quickly makes me nauseous!
It's a disaster...
I mean, I'm really happy only when I'm on my own.
Even being alone...
it's better than...
sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely.
It's not so easy for me to be a romantic.
You start off that way, and,
after you've been screwed over a few times...
You... you forget about all your delusional ideas, and you
just take what comes into your life.
That's not even true, I haven't been...
screwed over, I've just had too many...
blah relationships. They weren't mean, they cared for me, but...
they were no real... connection, or excitement.
At least, not from my side.
You know...
it's not even that, I was...
I was fine.
Until I read your fucking book!
It stirred shit out from you,
It reminded me how... genuinely romantic I was,
how I had so much hope in things and...
now it's like...
I don't believe in anything that relates to love,
I don't feel things for people anymore.
In a way...
I put all my romanticism into that one night
and I was never able to feel all this again.
Like...
somehow this night took things away from me and...
I expressed them to you and you took them with you!
It made me feel cold, like if love wasn't for me!
You know what?
Reality and love are almost contradictory for me.
But it's my fault, I know that it's my fault, because...
I never felt it was the right man.
Never!
But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life?
The concept is absurd,
the idea that we can only be complete with another person is...
EVIL!
Right?
You know, I guess I've been heart broken too many times.
And then I recovered.
So now, you know, form the start, I make no effort.
Because I know exactly whats going to happen!
Amazing shit!
I was thinking...
For me it's better I don't romanticize things as much anymore.
I was suffering so much all the time.
I still have lots of dreams, but they're not in regard to my love life.
It doesn't make me sad, it's just the way it is.
Is that why you're in a relationship with somebody who's...
never around?
Yes, obviously, I can't deal with the day to day life of a relationship.
Yeah, we have, you know,
this exciting time together and then he leaves and I miss him,
but at least I'm not dying inside.
When someone is always around me, I'm like suffocating!
No, wait, you just said that you need to love and be loved...
Yeah, but when I do, it quickly makes me nauseous!
It's a disaster...
I mean, I'm really happy only when I'm on my own.
Even being alone...
it's better than...
sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely.
It's not so easy for me to be a romantic.
You start off that way, and,
after you've been screwed over a few times...
You... you forget about all your delusional ideas, and you
just take what comes into your life.
That's not even true, I haven't been...
screwed over, I've just had too many...
blah relationships. They weren't mean, they cared for me, but...
they were no real... connection, or excitement.
At least, not from my side.
You know...
it's not even that, I was...
I was fine.
Until I read your fucking book!
It stirred shit out from you,
It reminded me how... genuinely romantic I was,
how I had so much hope in things and...
now it's like...
I don't believe in anything that relates to love,
I don't feel things for people anymore.
In a way...
I put all my romanticism into that one night
and I was never able to feel all this again.
Like...
somehow this night took things away from me and...
I expressed them to you and you took them with you!
It made me feel cold, like if love wasn't for me!
You know what?
Reality and love are almost contradictory for me.
But it's my fault, I know that it's my fault, because...
I never felt it was the right man.
Never!
But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life?
The concept is absurd,
the idea that we can only be complete with another person is...
EVIL!
Right?
You know, I guess I've been heart broken too many times.
And then I recovered.
So now, you know, form the start, I make no effort.
Because I know exactly whats going to happen!
Amazing shit!
Thursday, 3 April 2008
It's all over...?
They had grown further and further apart and she couldn't understand it. Then it finally happened. He told her it was over. And that was it. She kept asking for an explanation but she never got one. She could see he was hurting too but he just wouldn't open up. One day she walked up to him and refused to leave.
"I want answers and I want them right now."
"Trust me, you don't wanna know."
"Just tell me and get it over with."
"It just wasn't you. It was never ever going to be you. You were never the one."
"But you said I was!"
"Because I wanted to believe it, I was desperate to. You're the best woman I've ever known, your values, your kindness, your beauty, I mean you're everything I've ever looked for, when I finally found you, I felt for sure that I'd fall so deeply in love, I kept waiting for it to happen, but... It didn't."
"You never loved me?"
"No I do, I still do. But I've known greater love with women who for other reasons weren't right. Look, I knew that marrying you would be the smart thing to do, I mean, you'd be a good mother, we'd be great companions, the most practical thing I could have ever done would have been to marry you, but part of me would have also died inside because... I have no passion for you. You know I actually used to pray, "God, let me fall in love with her more, please, let me feel it"...... Should I have told you all that? Do you feel better knowing?"
It was too much to take. But she realised that she was going to be fine. Atleast she understood it now. And imagine what would have happened if he hadn't broken it off. She would have been with a man who didn't love her. Now, what could be more awful than that! Right??!!?!
"I want answers and I want them right now."
"Trust me, you don't wanna know."
"Just tell me and get it over with."
"It just wasn't you. It was never ever going to be you. You were never the one."
"But you said I was!"
"Because I wanted to believe it, I was desperate to. You're the best woman I've ever known, your values, your kindness, your beauty, I mean you're everything I've ever looked for, when I finally found you, I felt for sure that I'd fall so deeply in love, I kept waiting for it to happen, but... It didn't."
"You never loved me?"
"No I do, I still do. But I've known greater love with women who for other reasons weren't right. Look, I knew that marrying you would be the smart thing to do, I mean, you'd be a good mother, we'd be great companions, the most practical thing I could have ever done would have been to marry you, but part of me would have also died inside because... I have no passion for you. You know I actually used to pray, "God, let me fall in love with her more, please, let me feel it"...... Should I have told you all that? Do you feel better knowing?"
It was too much to take. But she realised that she was going to be fine. Atleast she understood it now. And imagine what would have happened if he hadn't broken it off. She would have been with a man who didn't love her. Now, what could be more awful than that! Right??!!?!
Wednesday, 19 March 2008
Friday, 8 February 2008
MAYBE I'M AMAZED - JEM
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way i love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way i really need you
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl
Who's in the middle of something
That she doesn't really understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl
Who's in the middle of something
That she doesn't really understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
Maybe I'm afraid of the way i love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
And hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way i really need you
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl
Who's in the middle of something
That she doesn't really understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl
Who's in the middle of something
That she doesn't really understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man
Who could ever help me
Baby won't you help me understand
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
I can't let go...?
Help me out...
Or hold me down...
I feel my world tumbling...
Spiraling down...
I can’t let go...
Something’s wrong, I can’t let go...
Something's wrong, Do I want to let go...?
The cold is circling around me,
It brings with it memories,
They wash over me, rain over me,
I feel my world tumbling...
Spiraling down...
I can't let go...
Something’s wrong, I can’t let go...
Something's wrong, Do I want to let go...?
The new me, she's cruel,
It's almost too much for my heart,
She laughs at me, mocks me,
I feel my world tumbling...
Spiraling down...
I can't let go...
Something’s wrong, I can’t let go...
Something's wrong, Do I want to let go...?
When the rain of memories falls,
It tears my soul apart,
When it rains...
Why does it rain so slowly...?
When it rains...
Why can't I let go...?
Or hold me down...
I feel my world tumbling...
Spiraling down...
I can’t let go...
Something’s wrong, I can’t let go...
Something's wrong, Do I want to let go...?
The cold is circling around me,
It brings with it memories,
They wash over me, rain over me,
I feel my world tumbling...
Spiraling down...
I can't let go...
Something’s wrong, I can’t let go...
Something's wrong, Do I want to let go...?
The new me, she's cruel,
It's almost too much for my heart,
She laughs at me, mocks me,
I feel my world tumbling...
Spiraling down...
I can't let go...
Something’s wrong, I can’t let go...
Something's wrong, Do I want to let go...?
When the rain of memories falls,
It tears my soul apart,
When it rains...
Why does it rain so slowly...?
When it rains...
Why can't I let go...?
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
RAGS ROCKS VIZAG!
It is going to be a year this March since my friend, Rohit Anant Ganapati, succumbed to cancer. His family has registered a trust called the Rohit Memorial Foundation in his memory. PARIKRAMA is going to do the ROHIT MEMORIAL CONCERT at Vizag on Feb 10th 2008 at TENNITI PARK (Ro loved this beach)... All the money raised will be forwarded to the RAGS FOUNDATION and the SANSKRITI FOUNDATION. They are working for youth suffering from heart ailments and cancer. If any of you reading this are going to be in vizag please attend the concert or atleast contribute to this cause in any way that you can. Contact 9848191866 for tickets and send any contributions in favour of "ROHIT MEMORIAL FOUNDATION" AT VIZAG.
THE LEGEND OF ROHIT ANANT GANAPATI LIVES ON.
Wednesday, 9 January 2008
Irreversible changes?
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And there was a time when I let you know
What's really going on below
But now I never show that to you do I?
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And there was a time when I let you know
What's really going on below
But now I never show that to you do I?
The perfect conversation
When time spent together is something like a letter...
The kind that someone writes but never sends...
Now wouldn't that be nice?
The kind that someone writes but never sends...
Now wouldn't that be nice?
Monday, 5 November 2007
I do it my way...
A new friend gave this song to me... It's amazing how someone who hardly knows you can see something about you so clearly... One of the most touching things anyone has ever done for me... Thanks :-)
"My Way" by Frank Sinatra
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
Ive lived a life that's full.
Ive traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man , what has he got?
If not himself , then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
"My Way" by Frank Sinatra
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
Ive lived a life that's full.
Ive traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man , what has he got?
If not himself , then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
How do I let you go....?
People never knew just how much he meant to me
They knew him by name, but it's still not the same
His eyes so bright, his smile so wide
I hope he knew that I was right there by his side
Now he's gone far far away
His beautiful face continues to haunt me even today
Why does God take the best of the one's we love
Up to that great big world up above?
His memory will never leave
His kind and gentle smile will always be seen
I'll never forget you, never let you leave my mind
Let me remind you that i love you, just one more time.
They knew him by name, but it's still not the same
His eyes so bright, his smile so wide
I hope he knew that I was right there by his side
Now he's gone far far away
His beautiful face continues to haunt me even today
Why does God take the best of the one's we love
Up to that great big world up above?
His memory will never leave
His kind and gentle smile will always be seen
I'll never forget you, never let you leave my mind
Let me remind you that i love you, just one more time.
Sunday, 21 October 2007
Closed-minded
Someone once told me something a while ago... a long while ago... I woke up today morning with those words creating havoc in my head... Funny that I remember those lines word for word...
"You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you're having yours, there seems to be nothing that I can do for you. You're all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, if I'm lucky you look up for a second and then go back inside."
It's quite a distressing thought... Do I really shut people off like that? Doesn't that pretty much amount to being dishonest? I mean, there are some people in your life that you share everything with or atleast they share everything with you and expect (rightfully so!) that you do the same but you don't... or can't. Thats not right... It just isn't.
You think you are an open book but then you realise that the only time that is the case is when you seek out advice for something you have already made up your mind about. Then the whole exercise is pointless, isn't it? Damn... that makes me the most closed-minded person I know!!!
"You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you're having yours, there seems to be nothing that I can do for you. You're all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, if I'm lucky you look up for a second and then go back inside."
It's quite a distressing thought... Do I really shut people off like that? Doesn't that pretty much amount to being dishonest? I mean, there are some people in your life that you share everything with or atleast they share everything with you and expect (rightfully so!) that you do the same but you don't... or can't. Thats not right... It just isn't.
You think you are an open book but then you realise that the only time that is the case is when you seek out advice for something you have already made up your mind about. Then the whole exercise is pointless, isn't it? Damn... that makes me the most closed-minded person I know!!!
I got placed!!!
Oh and yes... most importantly- I have officially been placed... I have successfully managed to fool someone into hiring me as their summer intern... Ernst and Young... here i come!!! :-)
I wanted this so badly... I think someone out there heard me... Ro, could it have been you?
Saturday, 20 October 2007
Last-minute Panic
I love Calvin... he is the most brilliant child on the planet... I mean, how can he not be when he comes up with stuff like this:
“-You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
-What mood is that?
-Last-minute panic.”
It's so true. Like when our submission was due at 5 the other day. We had been starting at that damn research topic on my screen for hours but to no avail. We couldn't even come up with the brief... forget about the literature review and detailed friggin' approach!!! And added to this is the fact that I don't have a creative bone in my body, so I wasn't helping at all!!! But then suddenly at 4 things start to get a lot clearer... We knew exactly what had to be done and how the project had to be approached... it's like the clouds parted and all that jazz :-)
And the funniest thing is that when I read that report now, it sounds really really good, all well-researched and all... I can't believe it... And all it took was some good old "Last-minute Panic"
“-You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
-What mood is that?
-Last-minute panic.”
It's so true. Like when our submission was due at 5 the other day. We had been starting at that damn research topic on my screen for hours but to no avail. We couldn't even come up with the brief... forget about the literature review and detailed friggin' approach!!! And added to this is the fact that I don't have a creative bone in my body, so I wasn't helping at all!!! But then suddenly at 4 things start to get a lot clearer... We knew exactly what had to be done and how the project had to be approached... it's like the clouds parted and all that jazz :-)
And the funniest thing is that when I read that report now, it sounds really really good, all well-researched and all... I can't believe it... And all it took was some good old "Last-minute Panic"
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