It was thought that the gods blew on creative people, who would then inhale the god's breath and have an idea. This is the premise of "inspiration": inhaling divine breath and ideas.

Thursday, October 20, 2011


This week's words: 
Breach; noun: an act of breaking or failing to observe a law, agreement, or code of conduct; a gap in a wall, barrier, or defense, especially one made by an attacking army; verb: Make a gap in and break through.

Ember; noun: A small piece of burning or glowing coal or wood in a dying fire.

Tentative; adjective: Not certain or fixed; provisional.

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Heaven on earth! Sundays, that's when time stands still (atleast that's how it is to me). My limbs refuse to move. Bed coffee. Breakfast in bed. Or a sunday brunch. Wearing shorts full time. The events of the day are tentative. Waking up at nine or ten, no irritating voices hauling in your ears, no images of your 'HARI SADU' boss harassing you. On sundays I cease to exist... On sundays I live!

One such wonderful sunday I found myself in my backyard, taking a nap on a straw mat. The radio was playing classic Bollywood numbers, they were celebrating a renowned singer's birthday. Our backyard was a safe haven, my father hardly frequented the place and this meant I was lucky enough to escape a lecture on breach of conduct and role of youth in modern society: now and then. I can't boast of my success, I have been a victim to these monologues in the past. It was only after close observation I realized how safe I was amongst these trees and their shadows. 

My neighbor beckoned to me in loud voices. I was dreaming about eating ripe mangoes. a heap of them. Heaven! A rat seemed to invade my delicious mangoes in my dream and it was calling my name. The anti climax dream shook me and I woke up. 'Friend, what about our business proposal?' I shook sleep away and began to seriously consider the business proposal at hand. We were planning to run a restaurant in the nearby neighborhood. 'Lets have a meeting and see how things shape?' I replied wiping away sleep. 'Fine...will do' Velu replied and went away punching numbers on his mobile. Meeting ON, Sunday OFF.

We four neighbors have been friends since school. We would sit in our backyards and discuss with each other about concepts in physics, formulas in chemistry and theorems of mathematics. I looked around my backyard and realized that this piece of land has been our temple of knowledge since ages. One more brain storming session coming ahead. Our business meetings were mostly brainstorming night outs. Morning we would have designed a business plan with huge success rate. I gave up my heaven for one more brain storming session in our backyard.

The ember shone brilliantly in the night. And so did our ideas... Youth, we can shake mountains, drink up oceans and reach the stars. But only those who cease to exist and choose to live!!! 


  1. truly interesting way to think about that I loved your story.

  2. A great last line to this. An important point.

  3. Great post, fun to read..keep up...:)

  4. Thank you guys... this story was based on a dream I had which involved neighbors, backyards and some brain storming...

  5. Hey Medhini, can i have ur email id?

  6. Hi Varghese, my email id: