Paulo Coelho’s Alchemist & What It Is Teaching Me

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The Alchemist & What it is Teaching me.

We are aware of the famous Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. The book that changed perspectives of many readers and dream seekers.


I am one of them too.


I am reading The Alchemist currently; and for the third time. Everytime I read it, it has foregrounded some new aspects. Almost as if, hidden secrets are popping up. Secrets that I didn’t understand earlier or wasn’t destined to face them at that time. “Maktub” as Santiago and the Arabs believed.


I want to highlight One lesson I am getting to learn right now through this spectacular book. And, it is the very prominent “Language of the World.”


I had read about the Law of AttractionThe SecretEsther & Jerry Hicks’ Ask and It Is Given way back. Then it was very interesting. A new profound way. And after all these years of trials and errors of life, I was becoming lost. As if, I did not have any more control over shaping my destiny.


And, then one day after randomly watching Oprah’s youtube channel where she was interviewing Paulo Coelho, I was nudged in a mysterious way to read “The Alchemist” again. My logical mind said “You have already read it. You know what happens in the end. What joy can it bring anymore?”


But the nudge was stronger to “Go on still…read it again.”


I am almost towards the end of the book and I was gradually perusing the last pages when I came across some information regarding “Joining the Publisher’s reading club online.” Again I felt a nudge or an attraction to join it. I let the silence in and around me pull me towards whatever I was experiencing ordinarily. So, I subscribed on their website and I suddenly saw a tab “Careers” written there.

I have been looking for work from many years. After many unsuccessful attempts I just let it all go. And I have been enjoying my “present” moment. But I let the “Language of the World” to guide whenever it tried to.


I found very similar profiles to the kind of job I was looking and I applied at once. It was smooth and hassle free. It’s a bit strange since everytime I try to apply somewhere, either the internet acts erratic or my files get weird.


I received an interview session email today from them..


I guess there’s not much to say here. Let all of our soul do the talking here and experience the Language of the World and follow the Omens.


So, don’t give up. Wherever you are in life right now. You are here for a reason. And it will be revealed at the right time.


Maktub.


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|To Love You|

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I have often felt your love for me
In the rustling of Sycamore trees,
And whisper of night breeze.


And, i have not felt a bit strange
To love you,
because i know you are here somewhere breathing the same breath as me,
Away from my conscious knowing.


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|Scandals & Sins|

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|Scandals & Sins|


Your fingers dipped in ink

blotched me. Half my heart.

Half my mind.

The deep blue stain of your words

are still embedded on those pages.

Pages of my trust, honesty, liberty and of course, Love.

The pages are inked with your Sins,

Right from “Scandals of ‘87”, “Role Snatcher of Millennium” to the “Decline of the Poisonous Snake.”

You have spilled it all with your recreated inks. Inks that have no integrity. Or honesty. Today is the day, when the last drop of  your life is withering like a worm. And those pages of your glory will be buried with you.

Here I will start again –

To spill my honest ink of Scandals & Sins.



With every glamor, high heels and red carpet paparazzi came a price. She paid the price. With conspired defames and dishonest allegations. And, there was him, the ecstatic editor. Alluring with his words. The mighty sword, slit her precious years cunningly. Caged her in the princely Love, suffocating and smothering her life to mere dust. 


But, she is a Phoenix! She will rise. This time for the right reasons, washing away her conspired scandals. To a new page, with a fresh ink. 


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Mini Storybook #2: Boulevard St. 

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Boulevard St.

Tom hated the conversation he just had with his parents and rushed towards the lanes of pink bloomed society with speed. Tears overflowing, he found his spot at the Boulevard Street Park. 


His eyes wandering the green lush trees around reminded him of the times when he was popular in school. He was vibrant, happier, energetic and full of life. He was named “The A One.” He was the best in school. His parents were the best in Boulevard St. Everything around them were blooming bright and shiny.


But, nothing blooms all year. George moved in with his parents last summer and ever since he has outperformed Tom in most activities. Tom has been feeling the pressure to maintain his position and consistency to prove he is the best and the most intelligent.


“You are responsible for this. If you had devoted enough time for your son, he would’ve never deteriorated.” Tom’s mother yelled at David, Tom’s father.


“So, now it’s my fault that his performance is unlike before? Does that make him less intelligent?” David replied to Mira.


The raging top of the voices argument flashed fresh in the mind of Tom as he tried to relax at his spot. He abhorred himself for being the reason for such commotion at home. He did not know how to compete anymore with George.


*******


It was George’s 9th birthday, and he had invited Tom to his party. Excited, they planned a hide and seek game on George’s house roof. While the game was on and George’s friends dropped in one by one, Tom felt a sudden surge of envy and discomfort. Everyone liked George more. They were once Tom’s friends and now George was their favorite.


“Hey Tom! How are you?” Nick interrupted his flow of envy filled thoughts.


“Why do you care?” Tom bluntly replied.


“What’s the matter? You have become so weird. Well, it’s obvious why you are standing here alone and everyone is around George now.” Nick taunted.


Tom was angry. Really frustrated with the constant comparison he was experiencing with George. First back at home with his parents and now his friends.


Tom ran away behind the garden bush and started panting heavily. He was furious at George’s existence.


“If George did not exist here, I would still be “The A One”, my friends would stick around me and my parents would not argue relentlessly over me being incompetent. I have deteriorated because of George. It is him. He is the culprit.” Tom yelled in his mind and rushed outside the bush.


The kids were about to restart their hide and seek, where George was the one to seek this time.


All the other kids selected their places to hide when Tom stood behind George.


“You need to hide Tom.” George laughed.


“No, you need to hide! You need to go away from my life.” Tom’s face was red and warm. Eyes brimming with anger and hate.


Before George could ask further, Tom pushed George past the ledge he stood to count.


The sudden sound of thud blotched an unforgettable mark on the lanes of Boulevard St.


Today,


Tom is in juvenile custody. His parents regretting their behavior towards Tom.


And, George is not alive anymore to walk among the pink bloomed society of Boulevard St.



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Mini Storybook #1:  Nest Of Depression.

Nest Of Depression

……and he looked through the tinted glass window. Nothing had changed outside his comfort zone. The tree stood still. Children held hands every evening bursting into a cacophonous rhythm. The roads forked into lanes, street signs glowed in neon. Morning dew wore the blades of green persistently. The Sun, the Moon, the clouds…even the raindrops trickled down the window glass in a consistent pattern. Everything remain unchanged.

The only world that changed was within him. The world in him was getting engulfed like quicksand. He wanted to open the door and take his first step into the “Uncomfortable.” But he couldn’t. It was still in the quicksand.

So he stayed. Stayed back with solace

in his “Nest of Depression.”

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#DepressionIsReal

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Body Image

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Whacky hair with disturbing knots
Swollen eyes and fat arms,
My morning look made you retrace your steps. You labelled me-
Not Perfect.
Unlike those that you’ve already dated,
Or the ones you caricatured in your dreams..
Funnily though, nothing was new-
Society pinned me inside an image as time flew. 

Here I am, birthing sunshine again
To not be Perfect-
Happy Imperfect.
But to live with my own greatness,
Exuding rainbow shades from my eyes that you ran away.
My arms don’t jiggle anymore, they have stiffened to hit you hard in your consciouness..
My hair knots everytime I wake,
and I flaunt it with a diva smile and a shake.


My feet stopped before they trap me
In the  Body Image cage.
For I will create my own world without any stints
And walk in it with my unmatachable footprints. 

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Stardust Of My Dreams

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You are the stardust of my dreams
Gifting healing kisses
Rainbow hairs
And violet wings that gleam. 

Sing, sing, to be my heart’s content

Your lullabies cast a blessing on me

I am slipping away with no end

Wave your silver wand, that’s my plea.

Here is where I stay, my dear
There’s no escape i seek
The world outside is full of fear
Visit my dreams and take a peek. 


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7 ways writing (even if you don’t know what to write) can help you.

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You have a pen. You have your notebook. Write.

Or if you are more used to typing it out first, then Type.


You don’t have to be a writer or a great storyteller (but if you are, probably you already enjoy writing). You can write in the language that’s comfortable to you.

There are 7 reasons that I have personally experienced when I started writing (though long time back) but it has helped nevertheless.


  1. Get in the creative flow. Make you brain work. Think. Across limits, borders and the usual or ordinary. You will be surprised how more or little you have noticed when you are silent and pay attention. It’s all about letting your “chi” flow. Wander and let your ink splash. This creative endeavor will only spread into your other facets of life.


  1. Be yourself. Whatever you write is going to be a part of you on the paper. I read it in The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. The artist is too reluctant to exhibit his artwork. He believed his work was a reflection of who he was, and he had exposed himself too much. However, we being true to ourselves can only know better who we are. And not refrain from it. So, write down what interests you in that moment and keep writing without worrying about punctuations or grammar. The idea here is to bring out your real self, so you can see who you are.


  1. Your deepest desires, passions and secrets that you may wanted to run away from will spill out through your ink. It will help you confront them and deal with issues.


  1. You might find a new career through your writing. You will never know how well you can write until you actually write. This might sound like a cliché, but it’s true. Until you dip your toe in the water, you cannot fathom its depth.


  1. It will engage your time in a productive way. It will let your brain work in every nook and corner you might have overlooked all these years. Let your time appear still when the pen touches the paper and you are confused what to write. That is the moment of exploration. Stretch that time, be still. Slow down. You are utilizing your time in a productive way, figuring out what you really want to place on your paper. It is similar to introspection but in a creative way.


  1. Take out your emotions as if talking to your bestie. Let the emotions flow out. It acts like a mirror when you read it again. And reading it after few more months or years shows you your progress you’ve made mentally or the issues that bothered you once have ironed out smoothly with time. C’est la vie. We grow as an individual, and it adds depth to who we are.


  1. When you write, think purpose. Use your writing for supporting a cause. Or supporting someone personally by writing a (handwritten would be so much better) letter with compassion and love. If you aren’t willing to post a letter, write your to-do lists. Expand them. Write down your qualities that you have discovered yet. Pen down notes about you that you dislike and want to work upon.


After all this and may be more reasons, you will understand yourself a little better. One step better than yesterday, or two steps of clarity in your career choice. Even better, a huge leap in forgiving someone and finding your new passion. It has helped me vent out my emotions when I did not want to talk to anyone. It has shown me my creative side and still keeps me surprising.

I hope you too find something positive and meaningful by writing. Let me know if you do! 


Happy Scribbling!