I used to talk a lot about the pathetic conditions of the education system in India. Now though, it bores even me. But I came across something that made me laugh out loud, and even head to the internet for clarity.
Here it is.
This is just for fun. Print mistakes occur everywhere, but I would have liked it if the education authorities gave as much importance to details like these, as they do to grades.
P.S – This is from an official text for B.A English graduate course.
“Can you make a three-feet coffin?”
A short story in six words. Would love to hear your thoughts.
I know it’s a little early, but this has been a great week! This week, I crossed 200 followers.
This week, I crossed 200 followers.
And to each one of you, I can’t say how thankful I am. Thank you for coming back each time; it motivated me to keep writing, to strive for better.
This blog has been lying bare for a long time. It was only recently that I took heart from the Daily Post’s Weekly Challenges, National Blog Posting Month, Today’s Author prompts and others like those. It’s been a great opportunity to meet new bloggers and do the virtual, ‘I-do-that-too’ jig.
I’ve been pushing myself to publish regularly, and it’s thanks to my readers who’ve kept the motivation alive. I couldn’t have posted as much without the conversations and the likes.
So, thanks again for reading. Hope you all have a great day, and week.
Cheers.
“New clothes!” they rejoiced.
Christmas charity.
“You are an artist when you say you are” – I’ve come across similar opinions a lot, and it always strikes me hard.
That moment of truth; of complete self-acceptance; the moment I declare myself as an artist – that’s the ta-da moment I’ve been waiting for.
I’ve been writing for a long time now – stories, poems, articles, blog posts, technical documents, even a first draft of a novel – but I still can’t call myself a writer. I’m still a blogger.
I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, but it’s a scary thought – it’s like the ultimate announcement. Because once you’ve declared yourself as a ‘writer,’ there’s no room for sloppiness – a writer, or any artist for that matter – is a professional. Professional, as in, not suited and heavily-booted, but her work should be of a proper standard, and she should be able to take critical blows with a smile.
I know I’m not there yet, but I’m on my way.
The image is a screenshot from Brain Pickings Weekly (with their signature yellow quotation mark.)
