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Trapped Soul

Trapped Soul

     ‘Have passion, take action and magic will happen’ sounds inspiring but beneath every human, there is a talented soul that had to reconcile with the societal norms to live in harmony.

     Every time the businessman passed a book store, the writer inside him shouted on top of his lungs. The singer who was trapped by a home maker, sighed whenever she saw a music director. The artist died with a faded canvas, inside the engineer. The photographer behind the accountant, dancer inside the clerk, actor buried by a dentist and the journalist masked by an insurance agent regret and struggle every day to fit in .

     Their passion which should have turned into a profession, did not even exist as a hobby anymore. Remarks like, ‘There’s too much competition’, ‘There’s no job security’, ‘You won’t make much money’, ‘It’s not up to your status’ and ‘It’s just a hobby’, arrested the talented souls forever.

     If only they had worked a little harder, the passion would have become the pay cheque and enthusiasm would have been the alarm and the word ‘work’ would be replaced with ‘fun’.  In the end, it takes nothing to fit in but everything to stand out and achieve.

    Only the dead fish go with the flow. So, instead of going with the flow of life, overpower the tide and reach the shore.

Comments

  1. Unknown26 February 2017 at 22:55

    A Ship is always safe when it is in harbour. But that is not the purpose the ships are built for. We are also very safe in our comfortable zones. But that is not our objectives. The personalities like Kalam Sir , Gandhiji broke out of their four walls and they shined in their spheres.

    Archana, I fully agree with you and your message is very inspiring. Well expressed and neatly presented. Way to Go ����

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  2. Padma26 February 2017 at 23:11

    Loved your spirit and style, Archana. Keep writing.

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  3. Unknown27 February 2017 at 08:52

    Follow passion to lead SWAG LIFE!!
    Yea, it does provoked my mind when I started to read. I suddenly stopped in between and started to introspect myself. Yes, people are looped with their self-effacing thoughts. And now they just have couple of ways to move further. Either passion, or opportunities right in front of them! And of course majority chooses those opportunities to look forward, that finally leads to THUG life in a worstcase scenario!

    People are passionate about their passion, until and unless they take action! Otherwise it means they just pretend that they are passionate about it!!! :) :)

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  4. Unknown27 February 2017 at 08:56

    awesome!!you just expressed everybody's feelings.nice job keep it up
    writer archu

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  5. Meenakshi27 February 2017 at 11:06

    you have expressed the feelings of many such persons in a powerful way.keep writing and pursue your dreams.

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  6. Reply27 February 2017 at 12:49

    I accept passion with hard work. But instead of hard work with aim and right track is better.
    Good thoughts keep move

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  7. Bindhu27 February 2017 at 20:46

    This message is for Achu- a beautiful message written in all its glory. Great going Achu. But passion cannot always become profession due to various causes.

    The way out is not to leave passion way back but instead take it along with you to pay it now and then so that it feels it is not desolate.

    I have already told your amma- while your slender fingers grazes the keyboard for your profession do not let the ink of your pen freeze on your hands. Let it mightily flow into the paper with all its glory....

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  8. Janani3 March 2017 at 00:02

    Well said and well done.
    That's so true..Everyone at some point in their wouldnhave experience experience​d this....!!
    Keep it up Arch!��

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    1. Janani3 March 2017 at 00:06

      Typo *life would have experienced this

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  9. Unknown6 March 2017 at 17:15

    Excellent,keep going.

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  10. Unknown22 May 2017 at 08:25

    Archana,

    I am trapped in your twitter sized stories and loving it. How do you manage to encapsulate so much in so little?

    Sanjay

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