What do you eat?

Sylvia Plath is beginning to grow on me. Her words are hauntingly relatable. They have an aura of dark reality that simply refuses to leave the mind. This one here is no different.

It’s bitter, it’s harsh, and it’s the truth.

Lies and smiles – that’s all we’ve consumed all our lives. Just thinking about it makes me wonder why it never before occurred to me. It’s the simplicity of the fact that makes you want to slap yourself hard in the face.

What a two-faced world we live in! Each of us has a face unknown to the rest of the world. A face that lies, a face that smiles; it’s become impossible to discern one from the other.

We’re all mere players in a world that’s as mysterious as we are.

P.S – Image source: Pinterest

The Age Factor

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.

Custom Made

“Can you make a three-feet coffin?”

A short story in six words. Would love to hear your thoughts.

The Declaration

Amanda Palmer-The Art of Asking — *From The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer*

“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.)

Life

Nine to five —
work, work, work.
Take breaks —
while away —
gossip more —

die unlived.

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