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On being a writer

Welcome.

What would you like to have today?

 

Today’s special

is a fantastic tale.

A tale of the valiant knight

Rescuing the maiden from a two-headed

Stale humor breathing dragon.

 

But if that doesn’t taste good to your romance laden palate

Then you could perchance swoon over the rose lipped damsel

who stands by the trellised window

Pining.

 

No? Then how about a

regular dash o the wild west?

A few quick draws on the gun

Or a wild goose chase on a few frothing horses?

 

I even have ‘The Chef’s Secret’

The one which a lot have, but few share

Lest it turn out

like a wrong roll of the dice.

 

A steaming plate of

writer’s block

To smother your twisted

gluttonous side.

 

Thank you for your time.

Do come by again

for another bite of my

creative out-take.

 

I shall be here, writing

dishing out savories

For your tale starved soul.

 

[I haven't given up blogging. I keep saying it to myself.] 

The winterness of things

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I have always hated to follow categories and classifications. I have always made a conscious effort of not wanting to write about and also, in the way, most people write. I have time and again, tried to deviate from the repetitive status updates that keep popping up on facebook! But, if you are in Delhi, there is no way in Pandara Road, that you would get through the season without talking about the winterness of it.

While I write winterness repeatedly here, I am aware of the fact that there are a couple of grammar nazis standing right behind me with their guns pointed at the back of my head. My intention is not to malign the Queen’s language, but to only bring out the feeling that is associated with this season, with a simple new word.

What is winterness? It is a certain ‘nature’ of things in this season I guess. If you concentrate long enough on the make belief fable that your life has been, you would notice that the biggest part of you getting into a relationship or breaking it, has most often happened in winters. Your best and worst memories, in general, revolve around this season. Is it a heightened sense of consciousness? Do you get soft and pudgy inside during this season? I would think not. Its the winterness of things.

Everyone agrees that curling up, with that hot cup of tea or coffee is perhaps the best way to spend your winter hours. Also, if you could perhaps, pull a “polar bear”, it does not seem like a bad proposition either. It is this very conflict of interests that intrigues me. When your physical prowess can hardly be termed as anything but enterprising, how is it that the biggest, fondest and sometimes, the ugliest memories always revolve around this season?

I have also noticed a certain change that develops in the people around us. They seem to be less hostile, especially if you don’t call them in the morning at nine. There might even be the odd case of someone trying to get friendly with you. I have discussed this with friends and they tell me that it has nothing to do with the season; its just that the summer doesn’t leave room for much else, other than sweating. I refuse to believe it somehow.

I have nothing else to say on this, except for the fact, that I am a part of the experiences that I have described above. I can scarcely remember any other time that I have written on similar lines anywhere, let alone on a blog. I would like to believe its the winterness of things.

Greetings Earthlings!

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Its 10:58 on a slightly chilly morning and we stand on the first of December. As the whole year gets ready to come to an end and we slowly edge towards Armageddon, here is a new beginning again. I have decided to [finally!] shift to my own domain. Why do this?

The reason is simple. For an unorganized, prehistoric creature like me, it is but natural to look for a place which has my name on it and is easy to find. This website/blog will serve to be the headquarters of my contact with the digital world. To begin with, I shall start with blog updates, something that I have been seriously lagging behind, on my blogger. Eventually, BOING! would be hosted through this place. Also, a lot of other creatives; new short stories, previously unpublished works, videos, works of art, audio creatives and a lot of other things would find a voice here. This site not only stands to become a shoutbox for me, but also a repository of the multiple number of things that I often try to juggle around in my life. Why get out of blogger then?

Elementary, actually. Blogger was free, this is paid. This is not a declaration of the fact that Richard Branson has adopted me or I have actually chanced upon the real Red Rackham’s treasure. As a lot of people have told me in the past, and something that I have finally decided to agree upon is, its “professional”. Don’t ask me what that means, for mostly I would be stargazing when the question strikes you. Even in the daytime, yes.

Also, the blog would feature a lot more this time; a LOT more. I hope to do reviews, previews, and whatnot, when the fancy strikes me. Bottomline is, if you are already here, you might want to come right back.  Again. And again. And so forth.

Since this blog starts on the first of December, here is an update to have you doing the ‘click your heels in the air’. Do pick up Suppandi 48, published by Amar Chitra Katha, this month, for it features BOING! News of a lot more fresh and unique pursuits coming soon.

The party, is now on…