First Assignment: Cover Page of Autobiography

I enrolled for a ‘Crash Course on Creativity’ some time back, which started on 22^nd April, 2013. First assignment is to design the cover pager for an autobiography. It’s fun just to think about it. I always wanted to write one but when it really came down to start writing one, was not that easy.

Here is how it goes, one of the cover page designs, I may go for in future

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And I kept moving, and viewing, and sensing, and exhilarating, and doing everything for which exists, a verb to describe...living each and every moment to its true potential. Some in this life, a lot others in virtual reality!

Not a life of things but the flight of wings..!!

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Your feedback and suggestions are wholeheartedly welcome..!! :-)

My Poem -- Title ??

 With emotions of love I feel so thrown

Like the dusk following every dawn

It's a well knitted maze of emotions

At times you are dragged by absolute passions

If not looked up to it with the feelings draining

It helps ease each wound's healing

Various shades of love around

Make a U turn from those routines that surround

Mother in this world, an ocean of affection

Father checks the proneness to depression

Friend's hug when one is low

Quickens the very moments that were otherwise slow

At times we look out to befriend a stranger

That splashing humane compassion for each other

It's something better left unsaid

It's neither a business nor a trade

Moments filled with love's glory

Ends up with an eternal story

Disclaimer: I know, I know, sounds too filmy. Saw some depressed folks around, again long back in college. Just Chill, Stay Happy & Enjoy ..Cheers..!!

I could not think of a good title over years of time, you may suggest something..!!

Ugly Duckling

Don't look at me with eyes full of wonder

Agree I, map of mine is an acute blunder

Know I, am not tall, my walk full of rise n fall

Cheeks with missing dimples, covered under the blanket of pimples

At the messy hair, please don't stare

May be am the most defective piece

Thoughts of that sort leave my mind full of stress

People usually laugh at me

I find myself lost deep in me

My heart cries 

When my eyes with others' strike

Believe me it's so full of pain

Tears have left on ma soul so many stains

To me, don't know, why God did this !

Probably cheer is what people in the world miss

Something gives to me contents' pile

I have been sent to let others smile

Disclaimer: No, I am not depressed about my looks and yes, this poem is not about me. I wrote this long back in college when I saw somebody too worried about his/her looks, tried to put myself in his/her shoes !

Stop Asking for Money!

Just like so many popular scams in India, running an orphanage, an old age home or a home for disabled also seems to be a means of quick & easy money to lots of people over here I guess. Sorry if I sound judgmental or if you feel that I am generalizing it.

Then let me put it straight. I by no means, am trying to say that everyone out there doing something around it wants to fulfill some of their selfish motives. There are some really nice people too in the world who are doing an incredibly awesome job for the needy.

This is again based on some of my encounters in the past. I was about to step in a shopping mall when a lady (quite well to do she seemed) came to me and said “I am from XYZ institution. We run an orphanage, where we provide quality education, free meals and take care of the deprived and disabled kids well. Madam, would you please donate some money so that we can provide better services to them.”

I was like, ok; let me think for a while. Then I said, after a pause of a minute or two. Where exactly is that orphanage located?  She says, it’s in HSR, near so and so place. I inquired further, ok, kids of what age-group do you take care of there? By the time I asked this question, I could see her being uncomfortable and a sense of irritation on her face. But then she replied keeping her calm: “No madam, it’s not specific to some age-groups.”

My next question was: “Do you send them to schools for education or ..? How do you manage?” She was like ‘No madam, it’s more of an in-house schooling’.

I said: that sounds great. You know what, I stay in HSR and I would be happy to teach some of those kids. If you think I am not qualified enough to teach high school students. I could start with preliminary or junior level classes and I can easily spare a few hours every weekend for/on them. I would love to do that. Could you please tell me the exact address and I will visit the orphanage next weekend and we may discuss about this donation part then? She said “No madam, you need not come there. You may just donate some money and we will take of all that. We don’t want to bother you.”

I said “No, no, no, you’re getting me wrong. I will enjoy teaching them. No botheration at all. So, just tell me the address.”  She was like “No madam, it’s ok, you need not come, you may just donate some money”

Then I just told her, in that case I would not donate any money to the orphanage.

Last year I wanted to donate some money to an orphanage. So, I sent an e-mail to 1 or 2 institutes.  But I found none of them convincing enough to donate money. Similar incident happens every weekend, when a lady calls from a famous trust here in Bangalore and she reads out a list of packages I may donate for: Morning breakfast, lunch or dinner and blah blah..

What is this some kind of holiday or beauty package? Did you have similar experiences? Would love to hear about them..