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.

Announcing: Flash Fiction, Every Thursday

I realised something today. I’ve been writing a lot lately, but they’re not conventional blog posts.

They’re more like short stories. Six word stories mostly, and also longer ones. Like 50-100 words. But I won’t limit myself to 6 or 50 or anything like that. If I can, I’ll tell a story exactly in five, seven or fifty one words. And it’ll be deliberate.

I’m not restraining myself with these stories, rather, I’m exploring how I can say a story shortly, without a word limit nagging me.

And so I’ve decided to post short pieces of flash fiction regularly. (I’m terrible with routines, but great with beginnings) Starting this week, I’ll post flash fiction every Thursday. The other days, I’ll post random thoughts as blogs, and it’ll be as chaotic as ever.

I’ve always wanted to be a novelist. And for starters, (yet again!) it’ll be short fiction.

Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. And feedback is welcome, as always.

Here’s the first:

Hand in hand

“She clutched his arm tighter, as she almost stumbled on her heels. He noticed, but didn’t give it away. She sensed his serene look as he walked her down the aisle. He was smiling happily, knowing that from today, his daughter will see the world anew through her husband’s eyes.”

-Inspired by Beautiful in White by Westlife

Update: I’ve discontinued Flash Fiction Thursday, but I’m still posting flash fiction regularly. Only now, it’s more often than every Thursday.

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.

Another Year. Yet Again

Google surprised me. Yet again.

I don’t remember seeing a personalized Google doodle for my last birthday. It’s just this year. Perhaps it’s not such a big deal, maybe it’s been around for some time now. But no one I ever know spoke of this, and I thought it was pretty cool to suddenly find out on my birthday at 12.35 AM.

That said, the intent of the post is not to thank Google. It’s to reflect on the past one year. But just as I typed that out, I realized that would be boring. It would be boring to read and even more so to write about.

So, let’s talk about today.

Things will change from today. I’ve been away from work for a week and in the meantime, I cut my hair off. I had weak and almost-long hair. Now it’s short, easily manageable. So, it’s bound to raise eyebrows – not something I’m not used to. Plus, going back to work really means, having to work on Mondays and Fridays. That I’m not thrilled of. But at least there’ll be Saturday afternoons.

Apart from that, life would be pretty normal. It’ll be tough to get back to the routine after a week of chaotic lifestyle. It’s going to be difficult to get back to waking up at 5.30 and hitting the sack before 11.

Enough of the rant though.

It’s my birthday. I’m twenty as of today. No more a teenager, no more a kid. Of course, to my mother, I’m always a small child, but mothers don’t count. I’ve grown a lot. I’ve grown out a lot of my old, childish habits, and also a few clothes. I’ve grown out of the “irresponsible” age and am supposedly into the enjoyable twenties, the age of responsible drinking. (Does anyone else ever think that the words “responsible” and “drinking” don’t go well together?)

Cheers!

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