When Your Passion Comes To You Naturally

then there is no looking back

Have you ever felt that you could do one thing that you really enjoy without much effort? Go for it except the natural body tasks :/

It takes years for people to find their passion. Some find it during their teenage, some during their 20s, some after that and some when they’re born. Wait? You never know.

The question is how do you know what you are good at? That’s easy. Try a bunch of things and if you fail then you know you need to stop putting effort in them.

For a while, I’ve been trying to follow some folks on the internet setting up their own business and they are successful at it. Now, I’d suck at running a business or I won’t but what I know for sure is that if I follow the crowd, I’d definitely fail.

Trust me, I tried to start:

Fashion blogging

Photography

Cooking Videos

YouTube Blabber Channel

Makeup Videos (yeah, I don’t do make-up)

Business Blog (was trying to turn this one into it)

Affiliate Marketing

Social Media Marketing

The entire jazz package but it didn’t give me a spark from within. It didn’t come to me naturally. I was hunting topics on the internet all day and it caused me to burn out. Everything does require effort but not when you’re lost trying to validate what you want.

Okay, why am I writing about this today? Because I wanted to share with you that start something only if you love it. Trust me, not only will you come up with new ideas but also help yourself.

Yeah, I should just stick to being a joker.

Introverse – The universe of an introvert

Yes, I could have used this as a title for my blog but turns out there already are wiki-meaning pages on that. I ruled out a title because it’s a dictionary word. Okay, I am weird!

Which brings me to the point of this post – being weird. Apparently, being weird and being an introvert is connected. In today’s world, it does not matter if you throw a puppy off the roof but god save you if you are an introvert. BTW, please do not throw a puppy or anyone or anything off the roof. It’s just.. it’s SAD! Don’t do it. I love dogs more than humans. But you see, someone’s personality is just as personal as being attached to a puppy. Why are introverts looked down upon?

Google the term ‘introverts’ and there are thousands of articles trying to forcibly convert them into extroverts. I mean why? So, the girl wants to avoid a party and stay at home and order some takeaway. Is that so bad?

Some things that introverts are NOT:

Anti social – We just like to hang out with people we connect with. Makes sense?

Anti fun – We like fun. Our kind of fun is different. Looking at the stars or the sky, maybe. Playing cuddle with a pet. Entertaining a baby just to see them laugh as much. Listening to music while asleep.

Bad friends – We are the greatest friends you can have. Trust me. In fact, if we befriend you, consider yourself lucky. Okay, I’ll stop bragging but we are the right people to be friends with. And it comes with a perk – we are good listeners

Weird – Okay, now seriously, who is not weird? Aren’t you? If you’re not then that’s cool too. Nah, I’m kidding. Not being weird is weird. However, being weird is fun. People dig that. Animals dig that even more. Babies? Well, they laugh at you.

Lone Bird РApparently, the rest of the world is always surrounded by people. You want to know a secret? We crave for space and we enjoy this trait. Feel miserable for us? Go ahead. But you know you want it too

Boring – Because we missed out on that drinking shot and flash mob practice last weekend? Hope you had fun because we were busy having fun having conversations about whatever happened to Pluto. That bores you? Aww.

I am done writing about our labels. 29 years of my life and counting and being an introvert is the best part about myself. So all the extrovert, ambivert, pretencious introvert or paid authors out there, just lay off us, pretty please? We love you all.

As for my introvert friends, I’ve got your back ūüôā

When I Went To Buy An iPhone

And did groceries instead. 

It’s a true story. I am caught up in the web of internet where I see beautiful, pretty pictures being clicked on social media and say to myself: I WANT THAT! One of those mornings when you wake up and have those impulse buying decisions and realize that you do not have the money to make your impulses come true. At this moment, there is no more than bread money in my card and I still thought why not go and get myself an iPhone? That’ll end my miseries. Oh boy, was I wrong!

So I get dressed and go to the store anyway

Store Lady: Excuse me ma’am, Can I help you with something?

Me: *busy looking around*

Store Lady: Ma’am?

Me: *turning around* Umm, yes I wanted to buy an iPhone.

Store Lady: Oh sure! Please have a seat.

I had no idea we needed to sit for this. Felt more like they were going to parade me with their collection of diamonds but I sat anyway.

Store Lady: You want the 7 or…*gets interrupted*

Me: Just show me the cheapest one you have.

Store Lady: We have some refurbished phones

Me: Sorry, what’s that now?

Store Lady: These are phones used by people for a small duration and then returned to the factory.

Me: Factory? Why? Did they use their iPhones to play break against the wall?

*she stares at me*

Me: Nevermind! So, I think I’ll go for a brand new one. Maybe the 6 for now. 32 gb should do. Something in silver?

Store Lady: Absolutely! How would you like to pay?

Me: *beaming proudly* I’ve got Mastercard.

Store Lady: Sorry, we don’t accept credit cards.

Me: What? Say that again?

Store Lady: Only local credit cards maybe. Not international credit cards. We accept local payments..

Me: *can feel my heart crashing* Yes yes, I hear you loud and clear.

Store Lady: Would you like to pay by cash?

*do I look like I have that much cash on me? I just put on my pyjamas and a tee on a weekend morning*

Me: Yeah, I think I’ll try to purchase one online. Thanks for your time.

And I ran out of there almost trying to compete with Bolt. I went to my happy place. The supermarket. Sometimes groceries can do wonders!

How To Start A Blog

Time to start a blog like I did! How do we do that? Just follow the step by step guidelines below and you’re good to go.

STEP 1: Choose a blog hosting option

Don’t think and sign up for Bluehost.¬†I have partnered up with the hosting company¬†so that my¬†readers can use this link to receive a¬†50% discount off the monthly price and a free domain. Isn’t that cool?

Or, if you think you need another decent option, I’d suggest using Namecheap

STEP 2: Choose a blog domain name

When you go to sign up at the hosting provider, they’ll ask you for a domain name. Your domain name is what the internet is going to search to get to your blog. Hence, make sure it’s short, catchy, relevant and defines your brand. It can be your name as well.

Thought of a domain name? Great! Now check whether it’s available. It’s always better to get a dot com domain for worldwide coverage but you can also try the other extensions.

STEP 3: Choose a blogging platform

I say go with the self-hosted WordPress. It has a lot of useful plugins. The best part? It comes free with the package of Bluehost you just signed up for.

STEP 4: Choose a theme

So you’ve a domain name and you’ve installed WordPress. Time to pick out a theme! Luckily, for a beginner with a budget, there are tons of free themes out there within WordPress itself. However, if you’re willing to go that extra mile and spend, I recommend using Themeforest

STEP 5: Create content

This is all you. Let your creative juices flow. Cliche? It’s true. Write what you love to write about. However, make sure it’s interesting so that your readers spend maximum time on your blog. Keep them visiting & reading!

Mom’s handbag

Allow me to introduce you to my mother’s handbag. Well, it has everything except the thing that she or anyone else might be looking for. Oh, I know before I go on, you all will point it out to me saying, “Wait, a minute! We can’t find stuff in our own bags most of the times as well.”, but before you get there I wanted to mention a couple of stuff. One can literally find the most ridiculous objects in it.
Err, mom I promise I’ll keep your handbag’s privacy and I’m only going to talk about the items which are no less than irrelevant. A few hours ago, I had to search for Boroline.¬†Yep, I know we Bengalis love it. As I went on looking for it in the drawers, table, top of the fridge shelf, bathroom closet and every possible place, I was unable to find it so I turned to the ultimate search guide: MOM! She asked me to look inside her bag and that’s when I knew that my search is about to get real wild. This almost convinced me to stop looking for the creme but she coaxed me to stop being such a lazy dull dud and forced me to search anyway. Aaaand here it goes!
Well, this is the weird part and it happens everytime. Whenever we go out and we’re looking for money or change or even the phone (I’ll come to this part later), she always ALWAYS ends up looking in the wrong section. I don’t know if the bag is onto her or it does that just to irritate her. Anyway, coming back to the point, I started searching – Now, this bag has four sections (the first zip, the middle zip, the last zip and the small zip at the back)
The first zip
As usual, like mom, I too start with the wrong section everytime. I keep digging and I find stuff like
empty medicine strips
threads
torn pieces of paper with NOTHING written on it
hankies (2-3 of them)
keys (alright, this is relevant)
plastic bags (maybe relevant?)
small thin religious books (now that explains the uncontrolled heaviness)
No BOROLINE!
Moving on to the second zip
Lots of empty bottles of homeopathy meds. Empty? Damn! I could’ve popped some pills.
No BOROLINE!
Third zip and by now I almost lost it and gave a shoutout to my mom as well saying: There’s nothing in here!. She screams back: Keep looking! It’s gotta be there in a corner.
This section was surprisingly empty
Finally, the smallest zip at the back and this is where she chooses to keep the phone! And this is the part I wanted to talk about. If she EVER receives a call, there’s no way she’s going to be able to successfully find her phone till the last ring. She also missed the entire call and found the phone after the call converts into a missed call. But anyway, there was success here! I found my BOROLINE lying at a corner stuffed like a small teddy. Ooh, I found an adorable keychain in there as well..Wait, why am I talking about a keychain?
So, I found the stuff after searching the entire bag. Yes, you’d think that had I started the search with the smallest zip, this wouldn’t have been such a herculian task. Now, if you think about it, this kind of highlights Murphy’s law a bit.
On a very very serious note to all my invisible lovely readers out there: I’m so sorry. I’ve been off the radar blog for a while now.