STORYTELLER

Prateep Roy

FEW WORDS, BUT BANG ON!

Tag: writing

  • Consistency! Consistency! Consistency!

    Every social media pundit (read: influencer) keeps harping on this one word: consistency. “If you want to excel in life, be consistent”. They say. “Be consistent on social media. Post daily, post reels, post videos, post carousals, post anything, but post every day”. Every day? Consistency is the only truth in life, it seems. We Read.

  • All about ‘Storytelling’

    I am a storyteller, and I’m going to talk about storytelling! All about storytelling. Think about ‘storytelling’. What comes to your mind? Perplexed? Yes. It is perplexing to define ‘storytelling’ in one sentence. There are numerous definitions ascribed to storytelling in different contexts and with different connotations. Every conversation tells a story, and every story Read.

  • What is the synonym for freedom?

    Photo by author Youth. College days, to be more specific. Those 5 years (grad/postgrad) at the university were the most memorable years of my life. Memories of a vibrant, fearless, romantic, and boisterous time of my life. Just coming out of a regimented school life, is the newfound freedom. Especially, when you come out of Read.

  • Did I defy my Ikigai as a child?

    Yes, I did. But first, what is Ikigai? I learned about Ikigai from a writing course hosted by Ankur Warikoo called ‘Make Writing a Career.’    It’s just amazing! On researching further, I found Ken Mogi, an authority on Ikigai, explaining it in his book, The Little Book of Ikigai. He explains Ikigai as ‘the Read.

  • What do you do when you turn 64?

    You fight with your wife, OR you learn new secrets from the kids? I chose the latter. It is better to learn new things from the kids and stay relevant. While I haven’t hung my boots, I have started to untie the strings. I haven’t gotten bored with my 30+ years in market research, but Read.

  • A life donning many hats

    Photo by Author, of the Author Donning the hat of a singer: When I was a child, I used to sing to myself. Songs I would pick up from the radio stations played (loudly) by my neighbors (we didn’t have a radio set then). This was the early years of the 1960s. I would accompany Read.