I had a (not exactly) strange Saturday. My theatre practice was scheduled for 10 in the morning but since my sleeping cycle is complete upside down, I couldn’t sleep at night. With a little worry in my sleepless eyes, I decided to make a list what I thought should do in this year 2019. Before… Read More Something That Itches Make It A Challenge
Ah, the pragmatic joy of undulating time during the random talks within a group! It’s cheering, refreshing, not unnerving and dilutes the additional stress of impatient silence. Even when the silence appears, it doesn’t welcome awkwardness. The introduction becomes easy. Liking seems normal. And if you want to practice your introversive nature, the group allows… Read More The Asynchrony of Group Time
An onlooker had peeked into my piece of writing and impulsively dodged the bullet of his critic, “On what earth this comes in the category of story?” “It doesn’t. It’s not a story.” I looked up. “Oh…. Then why the tag ‘story’?” He pointed his finger on my computer screen. “I mean technically it’s a… Read More Hilarity Is Embracing The Dumbness In You
Often I come across posts or conversation with a deafening opinion on being weird. There are lots of people who think they are weird on several occasions. Quite opposite to that, some people – despite their immature and self-humiliating act, think that they are not weird at all. With all these thoughts, I had a… Read More O o o… What’s all the fuzz about being weird?
Note for Me: Probably, I should have made a video on this topic. I have been watching, reading and following lots of modern content. There is a drastic increase in mediums through which many storytellers can tell, show and narrate their stories. While many good and new storytellers are getting benefits from it, there are… Read More The Tragedy of Three Act Story Structure
We are in a jungle; a jungle of calamity, a jungle of hurdles, a jungle of murmurs; a jungle of light & fame; a jungle of laughter; a jungle of joy; a jungle of competition; a jungle of you & me; a jungle of who-is-going-to-do-what; and a jungle of us. And every now and then,… Read More When We Forget The Simplicity
This morning, I have had a dream of singing a song which was played for someone special. She seemed to be impressed after a long gap of ignorance. She was smiling for the very first time. I was on some connecting walking lane situated at the top of some building. It was airy and cloudy… Read More Dream Perfecto, We Imperfecto
