The graduation cap

The train had a streak of sparkle along its sides like a painter in his quest for a scene ran a paintbrush through the train. The passengers were all staring at it with curiously bored eyes. There was a single question that echoed through the platform; What is this?. I wondered though how many of them really cared for the answer. Our trains are more often disfigured with all sorts of things from tobacco extracts to litter and used chewing gums. People hardly ever notice this. So today when there is for a change something pretty to look at why are people questioning it instead of simply being pleased?

Things all around were conspiring to lift my spirits today. First there was the glowing sun as soon as I woke up. It shone brighter today than any other day in the past few days. It was like a green signal from the word go. I was headed on the most profound journey. I was going to another continent , a new world, to make something of myself and to earn a crown. This one though is not adorned with fabulous and expensive jewels, it was plain and usually black. This was a crown that most people died for and the most common one that was available-the graduation cap.

Call your muse

Once I decided to start a blog, I began pondering about a topic to write on. I am an avid reader an so I browsed through the blogs of my favorite authors for inspiration. The most amazing thing about inspiration is that it can come to you from the least expected sources. Inspiration came to me very young in the form of Enid Blyton. I remember reading since I was in fourth standard. I came across a copy of Alice in Wonderland. I don't remember from where I got that book but I remember having it. I was fascinated from page one. I was in hostel at that time and had to be in bed by 8:30pm. I read that day through most of the night. Ever since that night I have loved reading. You would always find me with a book, sometimes hidden between the folds of my sweater ( It was always cold in Ooty) because I wasn't suppose to be carrying it at that time. I was often reading at the dinning table and sometimes in the washrooms at night as this was the only place there where lights at that time. Enid Blyton was my favorite author at that time. She made quiet an impression on me while I was growing up. I learned to grow into stories and fables thanks to Enid Blyton.

The other great thing about inspiration is that you can seek it and this is the one thing that defy you once you get out there and call for it. There was an episode from a famous television series about magic and witches, 'Charmed', called Muse o my ears. The episode portrays the existence of a magical characters called the muse that re there within the grand design to inspire people. They are invisible to us and each person has there own muse. People often call upon there muses without knowing it. Artistic people employ this in a more literal sense. They often form a routine or go to some object animate or inanimate for inspiration. I believe that all this does is initiate there request for inspiration. So try it out today and see for yourselves if it works. Call out for your muse.