And so will the second. The third too will, probably. But that's okay. Some days you'll write one paragraph after another only to realize you don’t have a fucking clue what you are doing. By the time you're done you'll want to slash lines across the computer screen. Other days you'll simply stare at the screen… Continue reading The First Draft Will Always Be Rubbish…..
My name is ____________. It was given to me by my grandmother. I had no say in the matter. I wasn’t asked. My school was picked out by my parents and they decided when I was ready for it. Society determined the subjects I would study; and their relative importance in my life. Maths, I was… Continue reading Write a 300 word essay on ‘My Self’
A cousin of mine, recently graduated, got a job in a bank. We were all happy for her, and she was presumably excited. You know how it is - the romance of the first job. Holding that appointment letter in your hand, showing it to your parents. Your mom would offer laddoos to Ganeshji, relieved… Continue reading Burn the Certificates. Get a Skill.
Some context for the uninitiated - Long long time ago, before lockdown confined us to our homes and turned us into digital entertainment junkies glued to our screens, before Netflix and Prime and Hotstar became ubiquitous household items, when the nation wanted to know nothing at all from a screaming maniac, when YouTube was known for videos and not… Continue reading What Boston Legal taught me about Men and Relationships.
Life is strange. It sometimes gets you to do things without you realizing what it is you're doing. You just throw the punch, you simply continue walking, you refuse to stop and you never realize - you were actually fighting. And what's more - that you chose to fight. Trekking to Kalsubai is one such fight - one that you never realize you're in while it's happening - only when it's done, and only once you've won.
I worry if I may have loved you In the brief time we met I wonder if I have let it on In the tiny space we shared I guess it's all too well now I guess everything's just fine 'Cause you've gone back to your sweetheart, And I've come back to mine.
The cat went on a sabbatical recently. A break from his routine of sleeping, eating, grooming itself, occasionally chasing a grasshopper down the garden, meditating and generally screaming for food at the kitchen window. Perhaps he wished to see more, more than what this home and garden would allow him to. Maybe during one of… Continue reading Cat’s Got My Heart
This kid keeps climbing up and down the seats, like he's on some kind of eternal, endless and exciting treasure hunt.He pauses to look at me from time to time, as if he knows I'm writing about him. He's climbed the same bench 5 times now. He climbs with his entire being. He probably doesn't… Continue reading Train to Life
The beautiful thing about writing is that I can do it anywhere. I can't dance everywhere, I can't sing everywhere. There are very few things one can do everywhere. But writing is always a part of me, it is with me, wherever I go, whatever do, it remains with me. I once wrote in my… Continue reading Writing
I found something infinitely interesting on the web (on, Facebook actually) sometime back. Her: Go Nana! This is Ernestine Shepard. She is 75 years old. She is a bodybuilder. As of 2011, she was the Guinness Record Holder for the oldest bodybuilder in the world. You've got to be effing kidding me. As it turns… Continue reading Journey to the Centre of You.