Category Archives: Penning

For those rare moments, when I actually write.

A Frustrated Reader

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A thought provoking article for all wanna be writers and in some way for readers too.

Common Sense Experiences

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It’s nice to be wanted. I know every Indie writer searches for an avid reader like me.  I speed read and can easily devour up to 80,000 words a day.  I’m always hungry for a good story. I will overlook a lot for that elusive plot that will submerse me in another time and place, leaving behind the troubles of this world.

I’m willing to take on any genre, although I’m not fond of horror. Even then it depends on the voice of the writer and the plot line.  It should be a dance between me and the author. I want to be treated with respect and given their finest product.

Yet, I’m finding more often in the Indie world it’s about the writer’s ego and less about my enjoyment. I’m left to fend for myself.  I flounder in poor grammar, sentences that make no sense, wandering plots and…

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Disposable!

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Apart from my usual photography work,  I am currently working on a collection of very short stories that I hope to get published in near future. Recently, I seemed to have run out of ideas for any more such short narrations and that reminded me of my almost forgotten blog.

As I went through what I had written earlier, I saw a missing theme, a much needed central idea for me to come up with those 100 stories that I want in this book. I wanted to write it here before I forget it since this blog has been my special place.

“Our Shelves, Our Markets, Our Lives are filled with Disposable commodities.

Our choices are becoming smart, we even use smarter objects every day. Amidst all this fast paced, ever changing life, our dimensions of human connection or “Love” per se, has changed.

We are today a smart generation with disposable relations, with too many objects and too few emotions, both equally at display on a Facebook home page.”

 

Pick of the Day!

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Today’s Pick of the Day is another talented artist/photographer from India, who has been an inspiration for me for some time now. He captures the majestic India in his own style without relying on expensive equipment…

To access his work you would need to step away from the comforts of word press and visit him either on Flikr or on FB. 

https://www.facebook.com/vic.smarty

http://www.flickr.com/photos/vic_smarty/

Pick of the Day!

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Yesterday was probably one of those rare days, when I actually found something interesting on Facebook.

I stumbled upon this artist by accident but falling in love with his work was no fate. Each shot shared makes you imagine the amount of work that must have gone into it….His videos on street photography are worth the share,  great read for anyone who cares to carry a third eye!

http://subodhshetty.com/

 

 

Well Captured!

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Saturdays are generally not the days I go online, as hubby is home on weekends and  I love to stay in real world for at least a day or two with him by my side. However today I couldn’t wait to sneak out of my bed to find some amazing blogs. While I read a few blogs on different topics, what I really wanted to find was some amazing pictures and after an hour and a half, I am glad to say, I did not waste my day. Here is my pick of the day, laced with beautiful shots and a story to go with each, a photography blog from Philippines, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.

Being Tagged!

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I suppose this would be THE most delayed, response to blog tagging game and to be honest for the first time ever, I can truly claim that this time the delay wasn’t solely due to my much blamed laziness.

You see last few months have been really happening on this part of the world. I was on the road most of the time, went through 10 countries(Europe),clocked more than 5000 km, learnt a new language, helped a friend in editing a book and last but the most important, I have finally picked up my craft. Yes people! I will be launching my own studio of photography and digital art by end of this year (No I am not quitting writing).

Coming back to the task at hand, so here is the thing, onwindydays has asked me to answer a few questions and as per my friend here,

I must…

1. post the rules. (X)
2. answer the questions the tagger listed for me (Getting there…).
3. create (or reuse) 11 questions for those I tag. (I liked these questions, I think I will use them again.)
4. tag 11 people. (Okay!)
5. let them know they’ve been tagged.(Oh man! this time I will definitely get Kicked out for spamming)

Moving on to Questions…

1. What is your favorite quote, who is it from, and why?

There are many, but the current one is by Ratan Tata, (Prominent Indian Industrialist),

” I don’t believe in taking right decisions. I take decisions and then make them right, so always believe in your ability and efforts.” 

Reason being, I wasted more than 29 years of my life not taking the decisions I should have long ago, simply cause, I was too afraid of being wrong. Now a days, I am making new mistakes and it feels great!

2. Which song can bring you to tears or reminds you of your childhood?

Well, its a Punjabi (my mother tongue) song, its about a middle aged man recalling his small village, long lost mother and lack of things in his childhood days, that made life much happier then, than it is today.

Artist  – Gurdas Mann

3. What is one thing that keeps you going day in and day out?

There are many, but mostly I think, the fear of leaving this world with regret of not having lived enough and My partner’s constant pushing keeps me going. but I do break down more often than I would like to.

4. Why did you start blogging?

Too much activity in my head and first time living alone, got me to start writing online (whatever happened to that blog, hmm).

5. Is there one thing that you regret not doing in the past? If so, would you be willing to share what that was on here?

Regrets are many, too many to mention, but mostly I regret having higher expectations and dependency on others in the past. Thankfully I am keeping it in check these days.

6. What is one thing that you saw that restored your faith in the human race?

I have had the fortune to see so many people bounce back in life from fatal setbacks and that’s pure human spirit. This is what got us out of caves (and thumbs) and this is what will ensure that we survive through worst of storms.

7. Rain or Sun?

Nothing beats Indian Monsoon but I like European Sun too.

8. What movie had the most impact on you? (A movie that just really made you challenge your view on anything)

There are many,

In pursuit of happiness, Tare zameen pe, Lakshya (Both Hindi movies)…

9. List five words that describe your character.

Creative, Dreamy, Patient, Lazy (too patient with myself, I guess) and very Protective of the ones I love .

10. What is your greatest fear?

Dying without leaving a legacy behind.

11. What do you ultimately want to accomplish in the days to come?

In the end, I want to have a life so enriched with experiences that I would be able to say goodbye with a smile.

As I said before, I really enjoyed answering these questions so I would really love to hear about them from you too. So here are my 11 bloggers and their Questions….

niasunset

brickthomas

Serendipitous Girl

amritdharra

dmmacilroy

Linda Parkinson-Hardman

Dianne Gray

Readinpleasure

Coco Ginger

Jay

Lucid Gypsy

1. What is your favorite quote, who is it from, and why?

2. Which song can bring you to tears or reminds you of your childhood?

3. What is one thing that keeps you going day in and day out?

4. Why did you start blogging?

5. Is there one thing that you regret not doing in the past? If so, would you be willing to share what that was on here?

6. What is one thing that you saw that restored your faith in the human race?

7. Rain or Sun?

8. What movie had the most impact on you? (A movie that just really made you challenge your view on anything)

9. List five words that describe your character.

10. What is your greatest fear?

11. What do you ultimately want to accomplish in the days to come?

Alright people I am off to spamming now….

Stuck on you!

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Here is another story for Madison’s Friday Fictioneer group.

Feedback, constructive criticism, is most welcome.

My heart is restless and my limbs are stuck, stuck like a fool.

“Get out, before it gets you”

The voices in my head are getting louder and louder, but I still can’t move.

The more I struggle, more tangled I am left, with time, my life seems doomed.

There is no escape from this, I had it coming my way, falling for someone like you.

I am stuck in your lies, held down by own my anger and pain,

No matter, what I do, even after years, your thoughts are driving me insane.

I am so stuck, stuck on you!



A love story you haven’t read!

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Let’s just say he was the man about town, whom nobody liked.

Reasons, you ask?

Could be many!

He was too smart for his own good!

Too darn cute!

Oh gosh, was he rich!

Or may be… he was none  of this!

Who cared! He was just a man about town, whom nobody gave a s**t.

Then there was me.

I am ordinary, if you must know,

Just another girl in town.

But I collected puppies.

Lost, helpless, homeless puppies.

I brought them home, washed and gave a bed,

Till they grew strong enough to bite the very hands that fed.

But does it ever stop me, no sir no!

So I had to be fixated on him, for he is one of them, a homeless, loveless puppy.

And after him I go!

He feels like a glass to me, I can see him through,

With all his ugliness, lies, wicked thoughts, somewhere buried deep some goodness too.

I can read his words, before he spells them for me,

We are now closer than we ever did.

Do you think its love,

Who am I to say,

For me he is another puppy, I wish to care.

Did I mention his lies, lies that flowed like stream,

He spits them out, even when, there is no need.

I tell him, you can be honest,

remember? I can read.

but why, why doesn’t he change.

How long will I last, with these deceiving  Games?

I repeat to myself,  I can handle this,

I have seen dogs before,

But looking at his puppy eyes, with drooling teeth,

I am not so sure.

I knew he was different,

But boy, was I wrong,

He wasn’t poor weak puppy,

He was a wolf,

Wolf, too strong.

He did not bite,

didn’t touch my caring hands.

He ate me alive,

Never leaving a single bone.

 

Stoned!

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The beauty of the night matched your mysterious eyes as your voice with the divine grace!

You descended from the heavens above every year, I was told. I did not belong here and I had no faith. I was warned of your weak heart and strong ways, yet I couldn’t stay away. You led me to the abandoned creek with stone shed. The moon looked prettier that night than it ever did before, I was lost to you, without mistake. Fooled by your wicked heavenly words, I gave too much, steeping your seed with my mortal blood.

You got your heir and he became one of the GODs. What did I get, besides being stoned in your love abode?

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This picture was taken en route to Prashara Lake, in Himachal Pardesh, India, which is an interesting and mysterious place itself. However as for the story above, It is inspired from two incidents that I have read about in the past. 

1. Story of Ahilya, who was deceived into adultery, by the king of heaven Indera, and was cursed to turn into a stone when was caught by her husband ‘Maharishi Gautama’.

2. It was an interesting case study of a psychological break down of a woman in Himachal Pradesh, who was suffering from the hallucinations. She experienced the process of being raped, conceiving a child, labor pain in the matter of few hours every few days.  She felt the child to grow up quickly and run away. She was studied for the cause and cure without much success, while locals believed it to be the play of a native GOD.

Himachal is considered to be the land of GODs and some of them are notorious and famous for often falling in love with the local women.

I almost missed this week’s Friday Fictioneer by few hours as I was trying to locate that case study over the internet  to share here with no luck, I had read it in a library few years ago. Any how, It would have been utter shame, to miss on an opportunity to write a story on my own picture.  

***Constructive Criticism, as always is welcome.

Eloped in the mist!

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“I don’t think this is the place.”

“Why not?”

“Cause, I can’t see a thing!”

“But they said, they will meet us here!”

” I guess they lied, wouldn’t be our first one, you see”

“Or maybe we just lost the trail….”

“Could be, but I doubt we can go back still.”

“How can you be so calm? I think I ‘m going to die right here.. my heart is missing the beat”

“Well, it’s either this or like a lonely old bitch,  you can take your pick.”

“Ya, at least they will think, we finally got picked.

**This is story is written in response to 100 words short fiction writing event hosted by Madison Woods. The prompt can be found here…

http://madison-woods.com/blog/

Constructive criticism is welcome.