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The Creative Engine


DOHA, QATAR — I quit my corporate job in June 2011 to devote more time to my writing.

In the eight months since, I’ve spent many Saturdays in the library (as well as other days, nights, and even more hours at the dining table which doubles as a desk) honing my craft, getting manuscripts ready for reader consumption. I made a publication schedule and have four e-books to show for sacrificing a full-time salary. Slowly but surely I’m figuring out the vendors I want to use – for an army of designers, editors, and marketing gurus underpin indie authors – and calibrating the Mohadoha process.

In the meantime, during the off-hours, I’m also exercising. Yes, you read that right. Amongst the competing demands of a toddler, husband, students from two universities, fiction, scholarship, and blogging, I’m making at least three hours a week to sweat, grunt, and generally tell the rest of it get lost for the span of 20 to 45 to 60 minutes.

Exercise doesn’t come naturally to me. After all, I’m Indian: think Gandhi as a kid with long hair, and blue, instead of wire-rimmed, glasses…and you have me most of my life. At least the part before I hit my late twenties and a job that had me over 80 sedentary hours at my desk a week. Five years and a baby later, the exercise started about twelve months ago as vanity, pure and simple. While the extremities (arms and legs) were still South Asian-skinny, the rest was not.

Now a little year past weekly workouts, my brain gets a fuzzy feeling on a week when I’ve done everything except let it take a break and give the muscles their turn. Almost like the feeling when I have gone more than one day without writing in my journal. While writing is good for my creative soul, exercise maintains the entire house that is me. I recognize this need for physicality a First World problem: if you’re walking five miles to get the water you need for the day, the likelihood of any spare pounds that need running off like a gerbil on a treadmill is very small.

Yet fitness goes beyond flashing abs no one wants to see on Facebook profile photos. More and more I’m learning about the need for physical as well as mental exertion.   A friend gave me Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. That’s right, he of the prolific, 800+page novels, runs every day. For at least ten miles. We don’t talk about this kind of discipline: the kind that means we look after ourselves as well as everyone else or even at the minimum our cars (which sooner or later get that oil change to keep running). As artists we compare ourselves to people like Hemingway (alcoholic) or Van Gogh (self mutilator) rather than marathon running Murakami.  Which legacy would you like to leave behind? Not just for your readers…but those who really knew you?

And that’s my giving a damn.


Dr. Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar is a well-traveled scholar of literature and a freelance writer based in Qatar. She is a co-founder of the Maktaba project, a Children’s Library concept starting up in Doha, along with being one of the most reliable people you’ll ever have the pleasure of knowing in your life. Follow her on Twitter @moha_doha.

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Tomorrow is the final edition (for now) of The Daily Damn! See you there, and thank you for reading all of these months!!

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Thriving in a New Age

By MARWAN AL-FAZUL, Special Contributor

JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA — I remember the day very well. I had just been promoted to a Project Manager for the Engineering Division at a LED lighting company in Florida. Two sleepless weeks after that happy episode, I was in a meeting with an over-caffeinated Home Depot Suit who had been obscenely fiddling with one of the company’s newest prototypes. He held the unlit- bulb up a few inches above his forehead and turned his gaze to our team.

“This, guys…this is fucking beautiful, fucking brilliant. You guys are in for some massive shelf space at Home Depot with this beauty. Fucking awesome…Philips won’t stand a chance!”

There was a round of applause all around the desk. Two of my vice presidents high-fived each other. I had a smile plastered to my face and beamed it around the desk. And with all due respect to Edison – it was this point that I knew then I had to get the fuck out of this place.

Flashback to a year before. While pursuing my graduate degree, I was asked to teach a compulsory undergraduate course on Leadership to Freshman students. A few students had come to expressing difficulties with their courses due to Attention Deficit Disorder and I bought in a guest speaker – a renowned specialist in learning disabilities. Just before he began his presentation, he turned to the students and said:

“Listen guys. If there’s anything I want you to take away from this lecture it’s this – to improve your quality of life you have to do two things: find work that you love to do and marry someone you can bear to be with. These things are head and shoulders above everything else.”

Many of us have been in jobs that we love and hate. Too often our time and attention are taxed heavily so that we can succeed in our careers. That day at the boardroom, I realized that the doctor’s advice probably applies to the us who find ourselves at the tail-end of the information age. No doubt, hard work is essential to success. But perhaps all that time and energy be better spent on things that you actually enjoy doing, whether it’s doing your own thing or working in an organization where you find the work meaningful.

And that’s my giving a damn.


Marwan is an avid hiker while having a distinct appreciation for nature and the incredible science it showcases. He’s married with three kids and resides in Florida.

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