Just Another Day – Just Became Lovely

It’s thanks to Mia, who’s nominated me for the “One Lovely Blog Award.” And I can’t say how surprised I was when I saw that. It lifted my mood.

Things have been going downhill for a while and nothing seemed right. And when you’re sulking around, it’s a pleasure to have something like this happen to you. But I assume news like this, is great to anyone, anytime.

So, without further ranting, the rules of this award:

– Thank the person who nominated you for the award — Check

– Display the One Lovely Blog Award on your blog — Check

– Share 7 things about yourself — Uh oh, this is not my area.

– Nominate 15 bloggers you admire and let them know by commenting on their blog — 15, huh? What do you say we bend the rules? They’re more like guidelines anyway. (Yup. Pirate.)

About me:

I believe my About page should give you a better understanding about myself than this post ever will.
I’m currently re-reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, for the 7th time. It’s an all-time favourite.
I own more books than I can read.
Of late, I’ve taken a sudden craving for fruits. Apples and pears in particular. And this comes from someone who used to hate fruits of any kind.
I write a lot of my blog posts when I’m supposed to be working. Like for instance, now.
I love coffee. I’m adventurous about trying out anything that’s coffee flavoured. Hot, cold, cake, chocolate, espresso, sugarless – everything.
I can whistle tunes quite well. (I can’t believe I’ve never mentioned it here before! Thanks again Mia, for giving me a reason to remember it!)

*Bonus: I’m not a fan of hearts, and so I’ve used a non-heart image of the One Lovely Blog Award.

My nominees:

Sam, over at Sammi Talk – It’s been long since I’ve met someone younger than myself impressing me as much as Sam did. She wants to be published before she turns 18. Well, what can I say? All the best!
Louise, over at Life in Poetry – Beautiful. No easier way to say it. Sometimes the best of things are shortly said. Enough said.
Lewis, over at Gosketching – This is the first fully sketching blog I’m following, and I don’t sketch. Lewis’s work impressed me so much that I wanted them in my inbox regularly.
Aadi, over at Snapshots – A beautiful photo blog from an equally good writer. Keep ’em coming Aadi. I’m looking forward for more.
Mohsin, over at Vivid Perceptions – He’s a versatile blogger. He publishes essays, random observations, photos and of course, great poetry.
Liz, over at Verbal Dreaming – Another of those blogs that attracted me because of the name. But it’s just not that; she works words in a unique and enjoyable way.
Alex, over at Cherchez La Lumière – What happens when you meet someone who’s living the life you adore? You follow. Alex travels, photographs and posts them for your pleasure, and a little bit of envy.
Cecilia, over at Fantasy Transcendent – A highly relatable blogger. Her poems gently knock at your memories, making you shout out,”me too!” Also, she has a queer set of characters for her short stories. Always a pleasure to read.
Stuart, over at Story Shucker – I’ve enjoyed Stuart’s stories for a long time. He’s got a large readership, so he might get a lot of nominations like this but I wanted to share this with him as well. Thanks for all those great stories, Stuart.

Why I’m no Planner

If you’re anything like me, you hate planning. You’re not good at it. None of your feeble attempts at planning ever worked, and you’re hanging in the brink of giving up.

Sounds familiar? You’re a lot like me.

Whatever I do, I do. Just dive headfirst into it. Yes, I’ve got hurt a lot of times, but I’ve learnt a lot too. But somehow, I never learnt to plan ahead, and it’s not something I plan on doing.

And by planning, I don’t mean the big stuff. I do that. It’s planning the small, everyday stuff, that puts me off.

Why should we plan anyway? If it’s a trip, I pack my bag the previous night, or rather, I hastily stuff my bag with the necessities before my father sees my packing and planning. Thing is, my father is a huge planner. He needs to know where we’re going, how we’re getting there, and what exactly we’re going to do when we get there.

Sometimes, it’s acceptable. But mostly, I just get annoyed.

Where’s the fun? Oh yes, at the park at 4.00pm, as planned.

I’m definitely not that person. I mean, we can always figure it out on the way, right?

I walk out of the office and onto the street before I check whether I have money for public transport. If I do I take the share auto, otherwise I just walk. It’s that simple. It’s the same with my meals. I don’t care what I eat, until I have to eat. I don’t care about what I’m going to wear to that wedding I might be attending in 3 months’ time. But no, when I told my mother that I might go, she started worrying about what I’d wear. It doesn’t matter. At least not for now.

There’s a kind of unknown beauty in uncertainty. I like embracing it. Not just for the reasons Lifehack expert Kayla says, but also because there’s no point in thinking we’ve got it all covered. Because truth is, we haven’t, and never will.

On the train…

People rushing by,
Fields of bean n soy,
Scent of fresh made cake,
All smiles, not so fake.

I’ve signed up for a new online course from the University of Iowa: How Writers Write Poetry. It’s a six-week long course, and that’s my submission for the first class. It was a pretty long video, but it was totally worth it and really enjoyable.

If you’re a poetry fanatic, check this course out.

There’s more from where that came from. How Writers Write Fiction – Starts September 27th 2014.

And hey! If you decide to join either of these courses, do let me know.

In a world like this…

“How can you be so careless?” Jim shook his head clearly annoyed. “Clear that up, now” be barked at his wife.

She did. How clumsy of her, to drop that new porcelain vase that Jim’s mother had given them.

Jim was fuming, but Martha couldn’t quite understand why. He hadn’t even looked twice at that vase. He hated his mother’s floral taste, and had reproached her when she had brought it in. Martha decided not to say anything. Jim was in a bad mood. Now was not the right time to talk household affairs.

She sighed and got back into the kitchen. The dishes were waiting. Jim’s behaviour didn’t bother her in the slightest. She was used to it. Over these five years of marriage, the only thing that surprised her about Jim was the day he walked into the front door and flung his bag in a corner in anger. It had been only a month since their wedding day, and Martha was keen to build a steady relationship.

She had approached Jim who sat in the couch, cracking his knuckles and biting his lower lip.

“You want anything to drink?” she asked smiling.

He had looked at her. His eyes boring into hers. That’s when she noticed how frightening he looked. She had backed a few steps, the smile on her face fading.

He rose without saying a word. He turned to face her squarely and asked in a malicious tone, “A drink?”

He paused, for the anger to sink in. It didn’t take long for Martha. She gulped hard. Then, he continued “Get out of my face.” She made to leave when he added harshly, “Quick!”

That was the first time he had yelled at her. And also the last time he had surprised her.

She smiled at the dishes as she thought of that day long ago. How frightened she had been!

“I’m leaving for work!”

“Have a nice day.” Martha instinctively came out to see him off. She had learnt to speak in flat tones.

Jim reached his office. A huge pile of papers awaited him, just like each day.

“Late again, McGruff!”

Jim knew that voice. He had been yelled at in the same tone for five years now.

“I’m sorry, Boss. I’ll get to work.” Jim replied in a low voice. He cast his eyes down, and walked towards his seat uncomplaining.

I’ve seen similar incidents everywhere. We tend to take our anger out on people who don’t deserve it. Sometimes, we can’t help it. And so, this is my post for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Worlds Colliding. I know I’m late, but I wanted to publish it anyway.

Days of Future Past – The Effect Lingers. Still

I went for the movie for one reason. One man: Hugh Jackman.

And when I left the theatre, my thoughts were exactly this, “What I want is what I got” (Westlife is so incredibly relatable) I was awed. And so was the rest of the audience. I didn’t know I was the only one. Until… Bobby’s entry was met with rapt silence, Charles Xavier’s entry was met with more silence. And the Wolverine’s entrance was marked by a cigar and loud applause, coupled with cheers.

Half (more than that, really) of the audience was there for the same reason we were: Hugh Jackman.

Incredible it was. Not just Hugh Jackman, but also the dialogues, and the scenes. There was a brilliant scene of Quicksilver as a kid. (Magneto’s son) That scene was the hardest I laughed in a long time.

The attitude was unmistakably brilliant. Not the Wolverine’s, that’s obvious. I mean the kid’s. It shook me, what a little attitude can do. A piece of mind, you know.

My popcorn lay forgotten. It was the first time that had happened, and mind you I love popcorn. And it was a 3D movie. I didn’t see that coming.

The glasses were too big, even for the bespectacled me. But I wasn’t in the mood to complain. I went to have fun and fun, I had. Good day out in the city, with great company, a perfectly brewed cold coffee and an out-of-this-world movie experience.

Good day? Hell yes!

P.S: Here’s a little something I brought back from the movie. Particularly for the X-Men fans.

What would you do if you needed to locate a mutant and Prof X’s powers were out of the question?

Use a phonebook.

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