The Journal
12 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Creative Writing - Or So I Assumed, Home Tags: 2011, Black, First-timers, Hypocrisy, Individuality, Journalism, Pressure, Rejuvenation of the Renaissance, Work, Youth
I like writing in my journal. It helps me keep track of my life over the years despite the intervals being utterly irregular. It helps me recollect my memories, learn from my mistakes, pat myself on the back occasionally over a few achievements. It makes me laugh, cry or even crib when reading certain entries. I began maintaining a journal since I was eleven solely based on my passion to write.
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She liked to write. She thought that she was good at it. Dumb headed twat. Why did she not realise her true potential? Why did she not realise that she cannot write and what people say about her writing is a whole load of horse shit? After all, what became of that seventy odd poems of hers? Flushed down the toilet eh?
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As a result of my like for writing, which over a period of time grew to love, I decided to make a career out of it. A journalist. Not as prestigious as it may sound: severely underpaid and awfully overworked. But Kitty, life was good. I enjoyed what I did so much that that the little smoke-filled wooden box became home. Life was indeed good. I had never been happier.
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She always wanted to write about lifestyle, maybe a little on fashion – despite her minuscule knowledge on the subject and unforgivable fashion faux pas - as opposed to heavy-weight articles that completely changed her “style” of writing. But then again, who said that she could write? Wasn’t that a self-made, self-believed delusion?
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Her passion for writing made her a journalist. For a while at least, before she succumbed once more to the pressures of education and academics. She knew that she is not a “book-person”. She apparently considered herself, “street-smart”. Between you and I Kitty, she was neither. She was just dumb.
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Kitty, today I am not myself. I feel dyslexic.
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One of Those Days
02 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Home, No Expectations Tags: 2011, All Smiles, Blissfully Beautiful, Blogging, Faith, Islam, Mera Sixty-Deka Duith, Pink!, Rejuvenation of the Renaissance, Youth
It’s rare. Those days that make you feel as though there is absolutely no care in the world – in a good way – and feel as though, yes I’m going to say it, “Top of the world!” These days are ones that are of absolute happiness.
My Literature teacher told me that happiness is brought about by the awareness of the consequences of that particular circumstance – if that made sense to anyone who is reading 
Not that all is going brilliantly for me: I have my exams in a week, the Production is well, – those of you know the story I needn’t say more – I am losing weight at an unfathomable rate, I leave to Goa in twenty-days and Dubai in a few months and I love my family and my best friends too much and the list goes on.
However, it all comes down to the fact that regardless of me knowing that all this is happening, both good and bad, I am still thankful to God – regardless of as to where my faith stands as at now – for what He has given me thus far and for all that He continues to bless me with.
So while the day lasts, it’s time to work – if you feel like it – listen to Katy Perry, dance till your ass refuses to move no more and be grateful for everything and everyone around you.
Critical Evaluation
16 Apr 2011 2 Comments
in Home, No Expectations Tags: 2011, Awareness, Black, Blogging, Individuality, Mera Sixty-Deka Duith, Rejuvenation of the Renaissance
Your greatest moment arrives when you look at your own work and say that it lacks the angle desired. I just tweeted that and oh, we all know what follows next. Maslow believed that such a characteristic was needed if one was to attain the sphere of self-actualisation.
All of us, at some point in our lives are to do this. Or this may just be my observation. Or not. Critical evaluation, of yourself, your actions and all decisions you have made, will make and are in the process of making. Unless and until we do so, we would never be able to give the much needed third-party observation in the absence of any.
Whilst cleaning out my stuff I came across my old poems and probably would’ve been, attempted autobiographies and some teen fiction that I tried my luck at. In as much as I laugh my bottoms off at its frivolousness and fickleness while reading it, I can’t help but smile and think, ‘Hey, I at least gave a shot at it.’ At fifteen, there is only so much that one would think of. At fifteen, there is nothing in this world that we can’t be. However, despite laughing to heart’s content, I give myself a slight pat on the back. I think to myself, what I started then as a hobby, now I look forward in pursuing as a career .
But things take a different turn once you are older. A relatively recent interest in photography has taught me that. Though I have no fancy camera with a multitude of lenses, I do enjoy clicking pictures with my little green digital camera. Sorting out pictures that were to go on Flickr, I look at some and think, ‘That is such a bad shot. What on earth were you thinking child?’ At twenty-one, I don’t pat myself on the back . Instead I blog about it and say that I was critically evaluating myself. I don’t smile at the fact that I attempted to capture the moment but sigh at the fact that I didn’t get the angle that I desired.
In this world, we all need a twinge of reassurance and lots of hypocrisy to keep us going.
The Power of Music: Resonance
01 Oct 2010 6 Comments
in Creative Writing - Or So I Assumed, Home Tags: 2010, Blissfully Beautiful, Rejuvenation of the Renaissance, Women
The resonance makes all present do
As they feel. The Art that is true
Has preached and instilled in me
Such virtues. Indebted to them is me.
The resonance makes some gaze in to
The distant. Dream of what I no not.
Others engage in activities they call
Their own. Some in slumber.
Maketh it go by music I tried.
Yet in vain lest I should’ve known.
‘Tis the Art that determined;
Not one’s own appraisals.
The resonance drives some down
A path to reality. The others down
What is beautiful, serene and ever
Tranquil. Some reside in slumber.
The resonance bring peace of mind
To some. The others attempt at
Portraying pieces of their minds
To others. Alas. The motive lost.
October 01, 2010
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