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
As the neigh of Beethoven swoops in to give rhythm to the hue and cry of the creativity, once there lived Ignorance. It often went to the cumbersome approach and uplifted their methods to the one who refused to be defeated. And that’s how born Awe. For the sake of over-explaining the above undervalued and… Read More Once Ignorance Was Born
I don’t know what to say. It often starts with that sentence, doesn’t it? Though in the back of our mind, we have a whole lot of decided and undecided thoughts jumbling up and down to come out. But we can’t (won’t) transform those into any words. We know what to say but probably, we… Read More A Draft Pink Cluster of The Random Access Memory