Word of the Week #93:

Ameliorate

As a kid, I used to get hurt a lot. Like, every alternate day, I’d come home battered and bleeding.

I was a rather clumsy boy. I still am, for the most part. Perhaps it is not something you can just outgrow. Nor was I ever the greatest of athletes. But neither of those ever stopped me from doing all the crazy things that seemed fun in moment, irrespective of the consequences.

That is the thing about childhood, though. You can do whatever the hell you want, break or tear anything, and soon enough, it will be as good as new. Perhaps even better.

Unfortunately, as with adult salamanders, our capacity to heal plummets with age.

After 18, you have to be especially wary about hurting your bones or your joints, else they may never recover completely.

In the mid twenties, you start keeping a closer track of your aches and niggles. This is a list I made just last night, of all the things that hurt…

  • Ankles
  • Shins
  • Calves
  • Knees
  • Hip
  • Left shoulder
  • Left wrist

And, since then, I have also bit my tongue, so…

I cannot stop getting hurt. It is just how life goes, right? If you jump, you must be prepared to accept the fall.

No, what I must learn is a simple, yet alien concept that would supposedly help me live to fight another day: REST.

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Word of the Week #92:

Retrospect

Another year has passed us by.

So, how was 2017? As always, kind of a mixed bag, right?

For me, it was quite eventful, if nothing else. I am not exaggerating when I say that my life seemed to change once every month.

Of course, ‘seemed’ is the operative word, here. In the end, we always revert back to our stable equilibrium.

For 2018, I want more of the same.

“Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

After all, why fix something that isn’t broken, right?

So, this year, I look forward to working in my own room, sleeping in my own bed and, well, what else do I even do?

Life is simple, fruitful, and fun… This year too, let us keep it that way.

Word of the Week #91:

Solace

As I mentioned last week, I hate losing.

Well, as it would turn out, I lost… And by quite a margin, if I may add… It was not even a podium finish…

“Anyone can deal with victory. Only the mighty can bear defeat.”
― Adolf Hitler

Of course, we all know how Hitler dealt with losing the war, so… Words to live by, right?

Anyway, it has been a while since I received the news, and after having spent a few hours sulking, followed by few more hours of brooding, I now feel relatively calm.

I can now see the bright side of things. I know it is a cliched thing to say, but I do believe I have come out stronger.

When you thinking about it, marketing and publicity was never my strong suit. Having been able to put up a worthy fight, I am actually quite proud.

All things considered, being voted as the 4th Best Author of the Year for your debut effort is a victory in itself.

No, I am not celebrating, but I am glad nonetheless.

And, as I often say, Book One was just the beginning.

Beware, 2018. Arrkaya: Immortals, coming soon…

 

Word of the Week #90:

Pander

Now, let us be honest, there are some things that we just do not like to do, am I right?

Some people do not like to drive. Given the current state of the roads in my neighbourhood, I have to agree with them, more often than not.

Some people do not like to bathe, for some reason. Now I cannot understand that, but can I admonish people for it? Hardly.

I just try not to stand downwind of them… That is just being smart.

Some people don’t like to read. Now, this, I have to admit, does irk me.

My affliction, however, is weirder than most of these. I, to the very core of my being, despise asking for a favour.

Now, seeking help from someone more skilled than myself, that is a different thing. That is just how we work, after all, by helping each other whenever and however we can.

Asking someone for a favour, though, is not the same thing.I have seen others do it, without batting an eyelash; and not just for the small stuff, either.

Yes, I definitely do despise it.

However, there is something I despise even more: Losing.

With that in mind, allow me to segue to the main topic at hand.

Looks pretty, does it not?Anyway, this point being: I want to win.

And, quite frankly, I could use all the help I can get.

So, tell your friends, and their friends, and your neighbour’s kindergarten teacher, and that cute girl you met the other day.

Tell everyone you can find, and help us win.

It is not like I ask for too much, right?

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