Crushed Creativity.

When I first started this project I hoped it would inspire me to really develop and nurture my writing. I thought of it as a platform for which to grow and motivate my work. To gain an understanding of what was expected in order to become the best creative writer I could. But as time went on it became clear that there is an added responsibility of other interfering aspects. Finance and time being two of them. I stopped writing freely and wrote more to beat deadlines. I attempted to introduce monetization.

It wasn’t what I intended.

Moving home hasn’t helped. I work awful shift patterns in an environment which doesn’t feed me the way my previous did. I have been feeling drained and the website has taken a hit because of this.

So I intend to take smaller steps in the hope that they will  be more productive and beneficial for The Wide-Eyed Scotsman in the long run. I will continue to post what I can but without rush or hesitation. It’s important I stick to the very essence of it’s incorporation.

Keep a look out for more updates soon. Hopefully less laborious and more exciting than before.

Aidan X

 

 

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Readables: Ramayana

**I changed the name of my book reviewing series from the previously titled ‘Good Wee Reads’. It was a half decent idea until I realised that the biggest online review source was infact ‘Good Reads’. Schoolboy error, but at least that’s out the way.**

”The Ramayana is one of the great epics of the ancient world, with versions spanning the cultures, religions and languages of Asia. Its story of Rama’s quest to recover his wife Sita from her abduction by Raavana, the Lord of the Underworld, has enchanted readers and audiences across the Eastern world for thousands of years.”

 

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I took a wander around Waterstones a few weeks ago, only to come across this book while browsing. I seem to enjoy reading stories with a religious or spiritual influence. It’s not that I’m religious. I’m open to all ideas. And the stories which are told throughout different creeds around the world generally (in my humble opinion) make for a good read. Let’s be honest, The Bible is class. There are great discussions regarding who wrote it in the first place. Many say Moses wrote the Old Testament and Paul the Apostle wrote the New Testament. This hasn’t been confirmed. But whoever it was.. I applaud them. For if the Bible was claimed to be another Fiction epic like Lord of The Rings or Harry Potter it would easily become a Cinema Classic. They’d probably make about nine blockbusters out of it then follow it up with spinoffs.

So aye. They do make for good reading, the old religious tales, and Ramayana is no different. It’s one of two old Indian classics (the other being Mahābhārata, cheers copy and paste) and has been passed down through the centuries. Retold and revisited time and time again, the stories have been shared across the Asian continent. The author Daljit Nagra takes inspiration from the Punjabi version he learned from his family and combines it with a wide scope of other versions (Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Nepal and Laos amongst others) and brings the story to life in a modern, inclusive and far-reaching manner.

It’s a pretty mad book and the storyline is imaginative to say the least. It’s a bit like an Indian Game of Thrones to be honest. Rama is the hero. He’s the typical ‘Prince Charming’ kind of guy, good at everything and gets all the attention. An absolute stallion. The word Rama means peace in Sanskrit, the Indian language. Him and his brother leave home on a journey and face all sorts of trials and tribulations. But they find themselves in trouble when Rama’s missus is taken by the Lord of the Underworld, Ravana. Epic battles and fights to the death are all included in Rama’s quest to get his burd back. And there’s even an army of courageous monkeys to seal the deal.

All in all it’s a pretty fun book even if it isn’t what you would usually read. Nagra’s writing style is also somewhat odd with the use of different fonts and strange layouts but it all contributes to the buzz of the book. So immerse yourself in an old Indian tale and take an insight into the ancient culture and tradition of the world’s seventh largest country. It’s very easy to see how a story like this could become so popular and celebrated among literally billions of people across Asia. And now Mr. Nagra has opened this Homeric adventure tale to wee guys like me, in council estates in the West of Scotland.

Here’s a short video of the author giving an insight into the book…

 

 

RAMAYANA by Daljit Nagra. Published by Faber & Faber. Click Here to Buy Your Copy.

 

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos, unless credited, are my own. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates please like, share, follow, communicate or criticise. I am not a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any interaction which may help to improve my work would be appreciated.

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Mental Health Awareness Week – A Short Story.

I have often thought about suicide.

It used to scare me. Now it intrigues me.

I would be so terrified of losing control of my life and my actions that I’d panic my overloaded brain into thinking very cruel things. It was a riot. When I was younger I somehow took solace in these depressieve moments. The ease of slipping into a negative state lead me to become almost obsessed with my own funeral. There was less difficulty in staying broken than dragging myself out of this destructive slumber. Inside me there evolved a false sense of satisfaction in wallowing in the self-deprecating slumber I resisted awakening from.

Alas I never really could take my own life. I thought about it. I considered it. An important reason contributing to my desire of living was purely down to the domino effect my departure could have on others. I will be clear when I tell you that this wasn’t the sole rationale for my continuing existence because I cannot agree with the notion that suffering for the benefit of others is any way to live. We as human beings are more than capable of living and not surviving. We are all intelligent enough to make our own decisions (except for those who may be mentally impaired or sick, but that’s another discussion) and each individual ultimately must make their own resolutions when dealing with their own personal lives.

NOTE: (This does not mean anyone should ever encourage or enable an act of suicide or self harm. It is our moral duty as friends, family, peers and cohabitants to guide others in a positive light and onto a better path.)

But it did become important to me and eventually aided in my own realisation that I meant something to a lot of people. I have a large family and many close friends within a wider community/ social network. I can only speak for myself when I say that the knowledge of being important in another’s life is enough to try and find a way through whatever shadows you find yourself entrenched in. A different perspective can be sometimes all we need in moments of self-crisis.

This story is about a young boy who still mourns for his father after he ended his own life prematurely. I used this character as my idea of my own future son. I hold great aspirations in becoming a father eventually and by writing this particular short I am inspired to discover what it means to be a parent and to guard someone’s life, instead of a darker future of losing a battle against my own fears. It’s a personal reminder that there’s still a lot for me to do, to learn and experience. Even after the great adventures I will embark on in the future the horizons are still vast and I will still have new roles to motivate me after that.

The rain didn’t seem to bother him anymore. A thousand drops lashed him repeatedly and soaked him viciously down to the bone. A ruthless Scottish wind slapped his body violently. His white t-shirt was now wringable and his grey, cotton shorts now weighed considerably far more than when he left home. 

‘What’s the flu tae me?’ He asked himself. It was telling that he took comfort in finally feeling something…

”It’s been six years since my da’ died. My best mate. We done everything together. We’d watch the football. We’d play the football. He used to take me to my games every Sunday morning and to training twice a week, every Tuesday and Thursday. Up at half five every morning to not return until the back of six at night. Only to get a quick scran then take me out again. Sometimes we wouldn’t be back until ten o’clock at night. My mum offered to go instead ’cause she could see he was knackered, but he never did say aye. It meant as much to him as it did to me. Possibly even more.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand really why he done it. How he could leave me and my mum like that. He might’ve been tired aye but I never thought he was depressed. I sometimes wonder if it was me that made him do it. Did I stress him out or did I make him miserable? Maybe he didn’t really love my mum or me. For the rest of my life I will always feel guilty. 

Mum tried so hard to pick up the pieces. With football and everything. I remember the first time she told me I couldn’t go. Her eyes swelling up with tears, choking on her words. She put on a brave face but it was easy to see. Eventually I stopped going altogether to help her feel less of the blame. ‘I’m no interested anymore mum.’ ‘I’m just gonny go up the park with my mates instead.’

I’m 19 now. Fuck I could do with having him here. College is shite. All I want to do is bevy and smoke green. Mum thinks I should be getting a girlfriend. Someone to take my heed out the gutter you know? I’m no interested. If my old man didn’t want to live with me then why would some daft wee lassie feel any fucking different?”

He’d walked a fair distance now. Daylight was starting to break but there was no glimpse of the sun. It was to be grey, cloudy, solemn.. this morning. ‘Fuck it’. He sat down at an old bus stop. A brief moment of sheltered relief from the rain. His cheeks were pink but his hands were blue. A car speeded past and nearly soaked him with a splash from a puddle on the road. There was nothing to suggest his life could ever get better. And yet he still took comfort in the desolation of it all.

 

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos, unless credited, are my own. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates please like, share, follow, communicate or criticise (be gentle). I am not a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any interaction which may help to improve my work would be appreciated.

It means the world to me to see people viewing this project. I hope its able to give you something in return.

For all private enquiries get in touch at aidanmeehan94@outlook.com. Thank you.

 


 

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Scotland will fucking flourish.

Excuse the swearing. I’m a passionate man. And nothing brings out that passion like a Scottish Independence March.

I love my country. I am a proud Scotsman and I want it to be free.

On Saturday gone by the Saltire prevailed and the good in this country was there for all to see in the city centre of Glasgow. The hope, the smiles, the sheer joy rampant in celebrating our home and willing it on to step away from a crooked union and into a very bright and positive future. It’s beyond the right time now to take back the control. Brexit is a very real example of how much ‘Great’ Britain has overrun its sell-by date.

Let’s get the fuck out lads.

I’m working on some longer Independence pieces for all you beautiful punters but for now I just hoped to share some very uplifting evidence of how class the Yes Movement is and how it stands for everything good in Bonnie Scotland.

Saor Alba, Free Scotland. 

 

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Again, Me. Get oot.

 

 

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And this is me. Proud and spirited.

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos, unless credited, are my own. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates please like, share, follow, communicate or criticise (be gentle). I am not a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any interaction which may help to improve my work would be appreciated.

It means the world to me to see people viewing this project. I hope its able to give you something in return.

For all private enquiries get in touch at aidanmeehan94@outlook.com. Thank you.

 


 

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Her – A Short Story.

I always wanted to share some short stories on here. So here it is, the first of many.

Hope you enjoy x

I saw her dream of better days. Of a future worth living even if it meant giving up on the treasures of her past. Every drag of her rolled up cigarette seemed to lure from inside troubling thoughts and transformed them into dancing wisps of buoyant smoke. She would be free. Liberated from affliction, torment and pain for the duration of the exhale. Each long & distant gaze I took I grew jealous of that fucking cigarette, such was my desire and obsession to be the one receiving her lips.

In the street below, drunken wanderers sauntered and swayed by and the trams carried passengers to their next destination; clubbers, a spent work-force, drifters…. I too would be down in the street almost every night. Lost in my thoughts of an existential crisis. Then I’d look up and the anguish of living would suddenly rear itself and become tame instantaneously.

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Her presence warmed me in the coldest reaches of my inner. To see her lean over that balcony..  A fleeting moment of ephemeral joy. And yet she took no notice of me. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to either. What despair would I feel if she was to look down on me dismissively or to feel threatened by my presence even from a distance? Maybe she would embrace me and invite me in to share her rolled up cigarette.. For it all to end in a complete disaster. A childish argument or a clash of personalities. She might not be as heavenly once met or I might not be of an adequate standard. Yes it was clear that I desired her. But I desired more for these other-worldly moments to never lose that thing which made them so sublime.

So I drank my poison and carried on as usual, begging for spare change and trying to stay warm on this wintry Friday evening, with an old sleeping bag and a jacket I was given just a few nights ago. I looked forward to the next time I would see her again for it was in this moment I felt like everyone else. Human and equal. Not just a tramp on the side of the street…

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos, unless credited, are my own. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates please like, share, follow, communicate or criticise (be gentle). I am not a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any interaction which may help to improve my work would be appreciated.

It means the world to me to see people viewing this project. I hope its able to give you something in return.

For all private enquiries get in touch at aidanmeehan94@outlook.com. Thank you.


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I deliver this project to you off my own back. I invest my own time, effort and money to sustaining the page. Therefore I have added the option of a donation button for anyone who would like to support me as I continue to share what I can through the blog. Thank you, your support is most appreciated.

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Good Wee Reads – Chris McQueer.

 

Bringing back the Good Wee Reads series for another spin on the blog I’ll be recommending (highly) finding copies of Hings and HWFG by the newly crowned sheriff in Glasgow town… Chris McQueer. This will probably be a fortnightly feature where I introduce the literary bangers I’ve been reading in my spare time. When it comes to my reading taste there are no holds barred so expect to see a variety of genres. And at the end if you fancy them for yourself you can click on the ‘Buy Here’ tabs available to grab a copy for yourself.

 

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Chris McQueer (404 Ink / Sinead Grainger Photography)

I heard good things about the Glasgow-based writer not long before Christmas and enjoyed some of his hilarious daily Tweets. I was filled with high hopes for good native chat and witty, creative stories. I wasn’t disappointed. I first read Hings and it was fucking brilliant. What a laugh I had. I used to read it during my quiet time and commuting while working in France. I’d be sitting on the tram howlin’ at the mad stories developing in the pages and attracting queer looks from the slightly bewildered passengers I shared my journey with.  I almost felt sorry for them. They just wouldn’t appreciate the sheer ridiculousness of the gags being churned out in such a Scottish manner. And for me  that is where it strikes the chord. I love reading and I read many books while being away from home. But none of them brought me back to Scotland quite like this. It felt like I was reading the group chat between my mates or like I was sitting on the bus and pausing music to hear what the dafty sitting behind was shouting down the phone, loud enough for all to hear, squirm and cringe intolerably. Hings brought me home. HWFG followed suit.

 

 

The laughs role out from story to story. Solid, earthy, comedic twists combined with the local charm which allowed me to not only enjoy the books but to also appreciate just how fucking hilarious Scottish patter is. I really hope and wish Chris McQueer has the best of success in the future and goes on to cement his place as a pioneer of said patter. There’s probably a lot of aspiring writers around including myself working hard to find that mark of originality or touch of magic that seems to have been discovered in these two books. He’s been name-dropped with the likes of Irvine Welsh already which is pretty incredible considering the reputation the Trainspotting author holds himself. But it’s all part of the newer generation looking for their own household names and fortunately we have young guys like McQueer who have both the talent and the baws to step up to the plate.

 

 

So Chris, thanks for the laughs so far mate. We’re all looking forward to what the future holds.

 

Chris McQueer – ‘Hings’ (404 Ink). Buy Here. 

Chris McQueer – HWFG (404 Ink). Buy Here.

 

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos, unless credited, are my own. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates please like, share, follow, communicate or even criticise (be gentle). I am not a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any interaction which may help to improve my work would be appreciated.

It means the world to me to see people viewing this project. I hope its able to give you something in return.

For all private enquiries get in touch at aidanmeehan94@outlook.com. Thank you.

 


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Happy Anniversary to Me.

It’s been one year since I started the Wide-Eyed ScotsmanIt has been hugely rewarding and motivating to deliver this project to you. Of course I am an amateur and I am learning on the job but I am very proud of myself for bringing this to life.

I couldn’t have done it without all the support from my audience, from the WordPress blogging community and from my followers who continue to come back for more.

So here’s to another year of progress, success and travelling tales. And to good health, positive discussion and meaningful education.

I want to ask..

What kind of content would you like to see in the future? More stories filled with wanderlust? Opinion pieces? Let me know by leaving a comment below or heading to my ‘Get in Touch‘ page by the menu at the top of the screen.

Thanks again everyone. Aidan.

 

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‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos, unless credited, are my own. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates please like, share, follow, communicate or even criticise (be gentle). I am not a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any interaction which may help to improve my work would be appreciated.

It means the world to me to see people viewing this project. I hope its able to give you something in return.

For all private enquiries get in touch at aidanmeehan94@outlook.com. Thank you.


Support the Wide-Eyed Scotsman!

I deliver this project to you off my own back. I invest my own time, effort and money to sustaining the page. Therefore I have added the option of a donation button for anyone who would like to support me as I continue to share what I can through the blog. Thank you, your support is most appreciated.

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I’m Home!

Happy Sunday folks! I hope everyone is feeling well and life is good.

I haven’t been productive with regards to the site for a while now. I recently moved back to my mums place from France so there has been a lot of change and upheaval. I do intend to ramp up the activity again in the coming weeks, with some more anecdotes and patter to enjoy.

Thanks to all, Aidan X

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‘SCOTLAND!’ Photo by Gabriela Palai on Pexels.com

 

 

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.

 

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”Photo Credits http://www.journals.openedition.org”

 

I came across Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan while looking to expand my musical horizons not so long ago. I read an article about his life and the meaning behind his work. Born in Pakistan into a family devoted to Qawwali music, he continued the tradition of his predecessors of the last 600 years and became a hugely celebrated, cult figure to the audience of his genre. He became world renowned, appreciated by artists such as Mick Jagger, until he died in the late 90’s at the young age of 48.

What is Qawwali?

Qawwali is a Muslim genre of music listened to particularly by followers of the Sufi form of Islam. It’s creation came in the 13th century when religious men of India, Persia and Arabia came together to start a new musical tradition and has persevered ever since. It has however been heavily discussed recently after major events in the Middle East. Islamic extremists deem Sufism and its followers to be committing heresy (treason, betrayal of sacred belief) because of the ‘mystical’ elements of the Sufi sect and the worshipping methods that are used. Qawwali music plays a role in this and therefore has came under scrutiny from the extreme branches of the Muslim world.

But Qawwali is a genre which uses classic literature to create songs of peace, tolerance and love. Something that can be felt through listening to the albums of Ali Khan and others.

I enjoy listening to world music and I am fascinated by world cultures. The Middle East is no different and I love the history and tradition. Today it is often painted as a part of the world full of war, hate and disruption but outsiders have played their part in it’s destabilisation. I hope that one day I will be able to appreciate the beauty of the Middle East. I have long held dreams of walking through the Ancient City of Damascus, Syria, considered to be one of the oldest continually inhabited cities of the world. Of course I recognise the near impossibility of this right now and I can only hope that things get better for the Syrian people very quickly. There is never a humane reason for the cruelty which they have suffered…

 

”Music of a People”

 

”Massive Attack treatment. Spiritual Trip-Hop and it’s class.”

 

”Take me to another world”

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan – Mustt Mustt (Real World Records) Buy Here.

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos (unless credited) are my own. I put a lot of work into upkeeping this for little or no return other than the gratitude I feel when my work is appreciated. Please.. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates do not hesitate to like, share, follow, communicate or even criticise (be gentle). I am in no ways a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any sort of interaction which may help to improve my future work would be hugely appreciated.

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You Are Beautiful.

When myself and my girlfriend were staying in a tiny studio apartment last year it was difficult to feel good about ourselves. The snow was heavy and the work hours were long. Eating, drinking and sleeping took up the rest of our time. It was becoming a tough slog and naturally that had a negative impact.

The feng shui was aff.

So I tried to be inventive and get us back on the auld confidence carts.

(Yes they are plasters.)

 

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I combined a few interests of writing and languages in the hope it could bring some much needed self-esteem back. And if the collective international effort of reaffirmation wouldn’t work, nothing would.

I don’t know if they are all exactly correct (I’d like to think so) so I would ask if anyone sees a mistake. If not, class.

See if you can guess what they all are, I had good fun researching them all.

 

‘The Wide-Eyed Scotsman’ is a collection of thoughts, written pieces, opinions and blogs by myself, Aidan Meehan. Unless stated otherwise all of the work on this site is my own. All of the photos (unless credited) are my own aswell. I put a lot of work into upkeeping this for little or no return other than the gratitude I feel when my work is appreciated. Please.. If you have anything to say or if you enjoy my updates do not hesitate to like, share, follow, communicate or even criticise (be gentle). I am in no ways a professional blogger/ writer/ photographer and any sort of interaction which may help to improve my future work would be hugely appreciated.

It means the world to me to see people viewing this project. I hope its able to give you something aswell.

For all private enquiries get in touch at aidanmeehan94@outlook.com. Thank you. The Wide-Eyed Scotsman.