Showing posts with label Creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creativity. Show all posts

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Midnight Creativity & Inspiration!

Art & craft classes from school times have had a deep impact on how I looked at things. It was such an achievement when we were taught to recreate and make useable and interesting material out of the old, outdated and the crap. Since then 'Creativity' had me awed. Throwing or parting with things that they called waste, soon became complicated for me. I began looking at the no-more-of-any-use stuff with a different perspective, the perspective of recreation, the perspective of repurpose, the perspective of remission or say the perspective of being reborn from the ashes.

Last night, after a several years, I finally found time from my no-time-for-real-recreation-life; kept myself away from drifting into virtual world yet again, and finally wrapped 2 cardboard boxes with plain white side of torn shopping bags. These became trays to organize by stuff in my drawer. But what happened next was even more fulfilling. It was like, "Nothing creates like creativity" or should I rephrase it by saying " Creativity begets creativity". And aah! so fulfilling and inspiring two quotes, as if the reused boxes enlightened me to come up with some words of wisdom:

"If I can find a new opportunity for just being good at the only thing I can do, imagine the kind of treasure you can discover with your many capabilities."

"Leading a recycled life of being useful is worthier than being a useless piece of junk."



Thursday, February 26, 2009

It Spilt

I did nothing!!!...Like the boiling milk my feelings simply spilt. Spread all over. I knew not what to do with it next??? I tried to collect it and wipe it off before anyone saw it, but it flowed. I felt abashed…but it soon became a river. Clear and flowing. I felt like taking a dip into it and wanted to play and splash it around. I felt like a teenager. But that’s not how it goes…suddenly my hand jerked the bottle of ink and it crashed on the floor, the glass shattered….ink spilt on the floor…looked like a blue sky but it was getting late. The sun was setting, birds returning, it got darker gradually…the words in my book got harder to read and I dug into the book to catch them…soon mom came and switched on the lamp and the light spilt...