I meant the count for rejections of my short stories. Now as soon as I received a ‘no’ some minutes ago, for my second attempt at having my stories published, I was hurt. Then I continued with my task of finishing my article which I have a self-imposed deadline on. I have been struggling withContinueContinue reading “Taking it up a notch”
Category Archives: Writing
Studying Journalism
I remember my writing professor MKB Nair drilling into our heads:” Read 3000 and write 1500 words everyday. Brevity is the key. Be exact, be precise.” Vigorous writing is concise, he would often go on quoting, William Strunk Jr and EB White, from the legendary bible for writers- The Elements of Style. I was appalledContinueContinue reading “Studying Journalism”
Old or new words?
I was tempted to pick my diary up and just post something that was already there previously but I resisted my errant impulses. What is there in the diary, I already know. The joy of this blog is in me discovering the new words that pop out of my mind and err.. fingers as IContinueContinue reading “Old or new words?”
Monsoon is
When my heart goes bonkers, when it refuses to get bound by walls or any physical confines. Can I run around arms outstretched feeling each drop drench not only my body but every emotion, wipe clean the slate of life and mind? Crisp and cold, pleasing and teasing, making me lose myself, and disappear inContinueContinue reading “Monsoon is”
Created a word: Soul-roots
Well it�s my word, my creation and hence I�ll define it. I checked in dictionary.com to ensure it doesn�t already exist. And it doesn�t! Hurray! (Please this maybe my only claim to fame and don�t put a damper on this lovely thought of mine). Feel free to pass it along freely though. But let itContinueContinue reading “Created a word: Soul-roots”
Drawing parallels
Sometimes I feel my words are like a prostitute and I the pimp. They have to sell themselves to feed my tummy. But they haven�t gone out there in the world to hook, bait and entice from long. They now have no customers. Maybe they don�t know how to market themselves well and are thusContinueContinue reading “Drawing parallels”
Defining joyous freedom
Joyous Freedom: A child on a rooftop, running around in wide circles, face raised in expectation, arms outstretched, with palms welcoming the first drops of rain. That to me is joy unshackled and letting itself dance. Watching the boy in the neighboring building from my balcony yesterday, for a moment I was jealous. And thenContinueContinue reading “Defining joyous freedom”
A tiny hill station in the western ghats
I�m reminded of those red hills that represented freedom; that let me run to them whenever I was assuaged by any emotion that I did not want to deal with or which overwhelmed me. I did not want anything holding me in captivity and so I chose to run whenever I could to those hillsContinueContinue reading “A tiny hill station in the western ghats”
nature of expression
The true nature of expression is in silence. Words are but superficial d�cor, unnecessary at times like pink blush on a tender rose bloom. They have their utility but are often overrated.
divine restlessness
Restlessness is a curse and a gift. I suffer from it. I am so confident most of the time, but when it comes to my writing I falter. I just remembered a lovely note my friend Mark once sent me: Martha Graham�s Letter to Agnes de Mille. That letter did wonders to increase my beliefContinueContinue reading “divine restlessness”
Atha : Returning to the Now 