A brilliant post by a friend and fellow writer on her love for writing. Comments disabled here. Head to the original post for the whole article and share some love. Featured in ‘From Around the World‘.
(Image: Writing in the laps of the Himalaya. At Spiti Valley)
I am not the ‘life’ of any party
I do not have a gang of friends to embark on adventures or make my day to day life seem like a sitcom
I work from home so there isn’t any scope of making work friends, as well
I love reading, writing, a bit of gardening, and spending time with animals…well, umm…also, surfing the internet mindlessly sometimes and feeling like a loser…none of this involves a raging crowd
The kind of friendship I crave for involves an unconditional presence for each other, a deep bond that transcends time and distance, the absence of judgement, a compatibility of minds and a magical connection of souls. Yes, I might as well ask for an unicorn that would take me to space!
As a result of all these factors I do not have many people to talk to…
For a die-hard Bollywood buff who has watched him entertain in many films, he needs no introduction. He is not just a popular face and name but also a seasoned artist, writer, director, and a renowned film, television and stage actor, Jayant Kripalani.
Now he is all set to entertain us with an upcoming novel – Cantilevered Tales, published by Readomania. A novel that, with its riot of situations and characters, seems to be as entertaining as any film.
So imagine my reaction when I got the opportunity to host him. And what’s more, here he is sharing the story of how and why he turned an author.
Dreams are born, are crushed, are renewed and even stamped into oblivion … daily.
Dreams take birth – a fledgling of an idea,
takes seed in a fertile mind, capable of overcoming the paranoia.
The seed sprouts, grows, takes form of a sapling,
budding into a tree flowering.
Do the saplings always become the trees?
No. Most times, they fall, get crushed, trampled upon, rise again and even uprooted.
A freak storm, a petulant child, an errant ball overshooting the boundary line
Nature’s fury or Humanly wrath leaving it trampled, scattered,
lifeless remains left aside in the aftermath of a force it could not withstand.
Whatever be the fate – to shine or perish,
the plant accepts the love and hate.
Uproot it yourself or wait for it to be washed away
Its existence is sure to be erased forever.
The Sun shines again,
The breeze blows again,
The seed germinates again.
A new dawn awakens,
a new beginning promised
And a new dream is born.
Dream… dream away.
Dreams are born, transformed, wont to come true and achieved … daily!
Every time we, as feminists, talk about women rights, gender equality, and other topics along these lines, we encounter many people who are equally vocal in opposing our ideas with views steeped in ignorance, myopic thinking, and baseless prejudices.
I have been in many situations where I bow out of a disagreement in order to save a relationship, which often leads the person on the other end (usually a man) to mistakenly believe he has won the argument. Most times, I haven’t bothered to correct them, instead seeking satisfaction in the knowledge that I was a bigger person. Often I secretly chuckle at their folly and take sadistic pleasure in letting them make a fool of themselves.
2015 was possibly the worst year I had. It was a year of professional and personal setbacks. A year of constant questioning; a futile search for happiness and success at the work front and in the personal space.
A new year cometh again; for the moon, this time, let us dart.
Written as part of the Limerick Challenge:The End in loving memory of 2015 which brought with some good moments and some terrible ones, some victories and some losses. Here’s wishing everyone a rocking 2017!
Below is an article that I co-wrote with my friend and co-author in Mock, Stalk & Quarrel – Tanushree Ghosh Dhall – for Huffington Post.
In conflicting and confusing political climates, what becomes vital is having a voice. That is the most privileged avenue we have as humans to help us make sense of anything by understanding each other. To help us dissect and dissent. And that is why stories told are so important – when we hear an alternate point of view directly, as news or opinion, we often confront. But when we read a story, especially a satire – viewpoint shared from another narrative – we stop to digest and are often left with some lingering questions. We either feel validated in what we believe or are forced to question. Continue reading “When World Affairs Stump and Trump – Satire Around The World”
The spaceship had flown over my head and rendered me dumbstruck. Add to that being ‘trumped’ in the USA and rendered ‘cashless’ in India – reasons enough for me to call it a new form of apocalypse. Roland Emmerich only got some minor details wrong. The year is 2016 and the catastrophe is more due to political and economic developments.
My only activity at this time is to stare into space and sing along with Bob Marley.
As I wait for the spaceship to pass, and my euphoria at becoming a published author (soon) to die down, Kirthi Jayakumar – my co-author from Mock, Stalk & Quarrel – drops in at Wandering Soul.
While I am speechless at her achievements and still reeling from the fact that she has a blue tick against her Twitter handle and is a TEDx speaker, (more reasons for me to be awestruck) I’ll simply turn to her dedicated Wikipedia page to tell you more about her.
Kirthi is a women rights activist, a peace activist, an artist, a lawyer, and a writer. (PHEW!) She founded The Red Elephant Foundation, an initiative built on storytelling, civilian peace-building, and activism for gender equality. She is the author of Stories of Hope, a collection of short stories; The Dove’s Lament, also a collection of short stories. She is the recipient of the US Presidential Services Medal in 2011 and two United Nations’ Online Volunteering Awards apart from being an active UN Online Volunteer.
One year of leaving what I considered my second home (hotel industry). One year of being unemployed. One year of being penniless. One year of an impromptu decision that I hadn’t given as much as a second’s thought to. It could have been the worst decision I’d ever taken. But instead, thankfully, it turned out to be the best thing that I’d ever done. Continue reading “One Year …”
Choice. Consent. Two words that are alien to Men all over the world. Case in point – US presidential candidate Trump. How did he even get there?!
Tradition. Culture. Morals. Good girls don’t step out at night. Good girls don’t party late. Good girls don’t drink.
Pink, a recent movie starring the legendary Amitabh Bachhan and other such brilliant actors, questioned these sexist statements. It showed Indian society and all patriarchial societies across the world a mirror. It questioned the basis of those sexist statements. But did anyone question Pink?
I dared to and wrote about why I didn’t like Pink. Published on Sheroes.in, the full article is here : Why I Didn’t Like Pink.
I even learnt swimming just so I could sit and play in the pool for hours on end. This picture below is of the swimming pool where I did exactly that – spent the entire morning splashing around. I didn’t know swimming yet, and so I used a life ring to keep me afloat.
When I finally got out I had a sunburn so bad it sent my parents scrambling for skin ointments and aloe vera gels. (By the end of this trip I had a broken arm too but that’s another story.)
Needless to say, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the pool for the remainder of the trip.
I have myself unfollowed a few blogs for various reasons. And I’m sure others may have unfollowed me too. Mick explains it perfectly. Comments left enabled here as I am keen to know what you think. But do visit the original blog too. 🙂
Every now and again I get unfollowed. And every now and again I unfollow a blog. Is it a big deal? Should it be a big deal?
At first, it can seem hurtful to find that someone has unfollowed you on any sort of social media, but really it shouldn’t be. Somehow, I find that I now follow a huge number of blogs, most of which I love, and I do wish I had more time available to read them more fully and comment on them, but I don’t. This means that every now and again I sacrifice one for the common good.
But, never without good reason.
First up, one thing that does irritate me, is when I visit and read a blog, leave a response – sometimes a quite lengthy one – and never receive any sort of reply. One blog that I initially followed was like this…