I’m having a bit of a blogging personality crisis. Well, it isn’t as serious as it sounds for, let’s be honest, I haven’t been serious about blogging for quite a while. It doesn’t nag me, or excite me as it used to. And it’s not because I’ve grown out of it. I just don’t know what more I can do with it. Continue reading “Of Blogging Personalities”
Do I dare Disturb the universe? – T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Mildly Excited, Perfectly Content Person With Moderate Curiosity: Hey, Amrita, are you going to NaNo?
ME,PCPWMC: You know, NaNo? Like NaNoWriMo? Continue reading “Do I NaNoWriMo?”
A good sprinkling of young people – some vacant-looking – some bored – some definitely unhappy. How absurd to call youth the time of happiness – youth, the time of greatest vulnerability! – Agatha Christie, Death On The Nile
I’m going away on vacation soon. I was asked to find out more about things to do at this place. I googled it, like any mere mortal. And I spent the entire morning learning about its history, geography, administration, politics, economy, sports…just about everything Wikipedia has to offer on the subject. I still don’t know what I’m actually going to do there, but there are factoids I’m bursting to drop when and where I get the chance. Continue reading “Of Geeking Out”
I want to try something new. I’m thinking of calling it Amrita’s ‘Wednesday Words of Wisdom’. These wouldn’t be rehashing some trite motivational quotes. No, Messieurs et Mesdames et Mesdemoiselles. These will be the hard-earned truth, laid brutally on your casual reading plate. Today’s words are: Never ask anybody what they think of you. Continue reading “Book Review: A Horse Walks Into A Bar”
It started with a dedication. We were on holiday in France. It was my first time there, and we spent most of it stuck in a hotel room, on account of getting sick from some terrible, as well as terribly posh, food. Mum was taking care of me, my sister Janey and dad. She was the only one who didn’t get sick, the only one who’d been there so many times that she knew what not to do. She was watching this show on a French music channel called C’est Pop. The French clearly fail their imagination when it comes to naming pop music shows.
He was there, the only man my mother told my dad she’d leave him for. Continue reading “Short Story: Strange Attraction”
Happy Rakhi to Everyone!
What is ‘Rakhi’, you say?
A rakhi is a ceremonial wristlet, usually tied on the brother’s wrist by a sister during the Rakshabandhan festival, but has often served as a symbolic gesture for brotherhood and solidarity.
I wrote this story last year, Continue reading “Short Story: The Rakhi Maker”
Scene: On a deserted road
Lady: Did you bring it?
Man: Greetings (said with some irony, emphasizing Lady’s lack of manners). Yes, I did.
Lady: Where is it?
Man: Here. Continue reading “Meeting: A Play”
Today, I have a guest post by the lovely Melisa Marzett!
Every writer at some point relapses feeling so called writer’s block. Writers are extremely sensitive by nature and they tend to think sometimes that they are not worthy Continue reading “On Writer’s Block”
You can daydream with music … it takes you away and creates a new world. – Tim Buckley
I’ve always wondered about the word well-read, and by extension what could be called well-watched, or well-listened. How do we exactly cover all bases with these distinct areas of knowledge? Who decides what constitutes being well-listened? Am I well-listened if I can remember note for note all of Beethoven’s symphonies? Or am I well-listened if I say, “Megadeth makes my ears bleed. And I can confirm this because I’ve listened to ALL their albums, and they’ve consistently made me reach for fresh bandages.” Continue reading “Book Review: 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die”