UBC20: Following that dream

When I was about eleven or twelve, I started keeping a diary. But, I didn’t write about my day. I wrote poetry, short essays, stories and scripts instead and when I was fifteen, I printed them all and spiral bound them in something I called “The literary works of Preeti Farias – Part 1” ( Fancy title don’t you think 🙂 ). Even though my parents thought I had a decent bit of talent and I was encouraged to write; the idea was to treat it as a hobby, never as a career. It was looked at as something I could do when I was forty-five, had earned a fair bit, and had chosen to retire early from a regular job. The regular job for me (since I had no interest in medicine or engineering) is a finance one. So, I write on the side.

Today, parents are a little more accepting of “alternate” careers. Photography, journalism, anchoring TV shows, music, writing were all career-390757_1280supposed to be hobbies when I was growing up. But, it’s changing. These days, a lot of people with insistent parents end up pursuing professional courses only to start doing what they are passionate about once they are through. They end up having the added benefit of having the more “acceptable” degree to fall back on in case it doesn’t work out like they want.

True, it might be a while before just about any child of Indian descent can walk up to her/his parents and say s/he wants to be a chef in a restaurant or something like that but, there is hope! The tide is turning and I honestly think that the drive to follow dreams is thriving in the new generation.

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Written for IndiSpire on Indiblogger as well as for the Ultimate Blog Challenge

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UBC15: Little Martha

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”  Aldous Huxley

For the past couple of days my husband’s fingers have been dancing on his guitar fretboard while he plays his cover of “Little Martha” by the Allman Brothers Band. I had never heard it before but since I did, it’s been stuck in my head…in a beautiful sort of way. There are certain kinds of music that make you feel things…happy, sad, scared or even just overwhelmed. This is that sort. It makes me feel. It makes me smile.

Here’s the original. Give it a listen. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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The Piano

play-piano-7626_1280They told him that his passion for the piano was just an expensive hobby and boys like him couldn’t afford something as frivolous as music as a career. He had fought them for a while but eventually swallowed his pride and went to work at a corporate office just like everyone else.

Important people told him his work was phenomenal and through the years he rose in stature. But, something was always missing…

Until she gave him a piano for their 25th anniversary. Sitting at the piano, gently touching the once familiar keys…he was happy. Finally he felt truly alive.

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Written for Write Tribes 100 Words on Saturday.

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Things that go bump in the night…

…well not exactly…but here is my list of things that totally freak me out…I mean I’m normally a really calm person but these things usually lead to my heart beating double time and threatening to fly out of my chest; my mouth spewing out lots (and I mean LOTS) of foul language; and/or the very sudden appearance of red marks on the arms of the people in closest proximity to me…

In no particular order except perhaps the silliest to the most serious, here they are:

cartoon-44700_1501. The cursed C’s – Cockroaches and cows. I know most women are scared of cockroaches, so I am not going to explain my fear except to tell you that most often the nightmares that wake me sweating and screaming have cockroaches in them. <shudder> The first time there was a cockroach at home, my husband thought it would be funny to bring it close to me…boy was he surprised I could swear… 🙂 and cows…I’m not sure why I’m afraid of them except that I am. I remember when I was in school, a friend told me that I have “nice soft brown eyes…cow eyes“. I’m sure she meant it as a compliment but I was very upset about it for a long while. That fear has only magnified over time…my husband laughs every time I cringe and reflexly move towards him when a cow passes by the car…

2. Psychedelic colours and pointy artwork. Are you beginning to laugh at me?? I can see the corners of your mouth turning up. But, what to do? They make me very very uncomfortable and when the two are combined, my heart races and I even get a little sweaty. I don’t know what it is about them…but they are SCARY!

3. Clowns. Does anybody remember that Hindi serial that used to air on Zee TV called “Woh“? No? Lucky you! I was too young to watch it I thinkclowns-56117_150 because although I don’t quite remember the plot, the show got me scared of clowns. Come to think of it, I doubt the storyline had anything to do with my fear. It was just the theme song that put me off clowns for good! Which brings me to my next greatest fear…

4. Music. Now don’t get me wrong…music is one of my greatest loves too…but I honestly believe, with all my heart, that horror movies are horror movies because of their creepy soundtracks. I mean I’m scared of white-faced-red-lipped-clowns because that horrible show had such a scary theme song! Every time I think of clowns now that tune plays in my head and my heart races. I probably could watch horror movies on mute without the slightest problem but with the sound turned on, I’d rather be curled up under my blanket.

stairs-113610_1505. Heights. My legs turn to jelly when I look straight down from a height and I have to clutch the railing a lot tighter just to assure myself I’m not going to fall. When I lived with my parents, it was on the sixth floor…in all my time there, I could never bring myself to look straight down…if on the off chance I did, I always felt sick. I am so glad that I live on the first floor now…Phew!

6. Unexpected phone calls….especially from home get me very worried. I try not to show it, but on the inside, I always dread that it’s bad news.

7. Being alone. I think this is my single greatest fear. I hate eating meals on my own so living my life by myself is definitely not an option. I doubt I could survive alone…I would probably wither away and die an empty shell of my former self it that was my fate. My other fears I think I could probably overcome somehow…but this one…this one seems a lot harder to get over if indeed I ever could…

What are your greatest fears? Do you share any with me?

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st – 7th September 2013.

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