The Show Must Go On
If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!).
Imagining those three as my only options, I’d go with being a producer, because then I’d get to gamble on movies, or in other words, belief in a movie itself, and the people working behind it. It is risky, and I am not a gambler, and with any business experience, my simple, un-business mind might get the crew in trouble. But producer it is, because I lack the other qualifications. For being a producer, you just have to have a lot of money to invest in. You also have to hire an accountant and you get to decide how much each person working for the movie gets! That way, I’d reduce the amounts for the lead roles and distribute is fairly among the crew workers.
If I had to choose an option other than those three, I’d love to be in charge of food. I wouldn’t be able to cook, of course, but otherwise, I’d love to make sure that everyone gets healthy food, make sure not to waste the left overs, make sure the director or the crew members are eating well and on time. It would be a very motherly role, and I would fit well into it.
And, I’m back, attempting prompts. Hopefully, this will keep me afloat.
As you all know, I attempted J R Rogue and Kat Savage‘s June Writing Prompts, Because Every Summer Is Still Winter, a set of 30 poetry prompts, on my fiction blog. It was such an amazing experience. I really had no idea that I had it in me write those things that I wrote!
The prompt for June 29 was Legacies of Ruin. I don’t know what it means. The first time I read it, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. So, that’s exactly how i answered the prompt: with something that would make my characters go warm and fuzzy.
I decided a long time ago that my characters are never me, so what was it that made my characters go warm and fuzzy? My characters may not have names or genders or sexes, but they sure have plenty of story and feelings. I made them have sex. A surprise from one of my characters.
I’ve read plenty of erotic scenes in books and writing this was every bit uncomfortable as watching it. And it wasn’t even the whole thing.
And I have no idea why I just wrote this.
I guess I’m just not that prepared for it as I used to be. It is a pitiful situation.
The Little Things
There’s a digital artist and illustrator by name Pascal Campion who makes brilliant sketches of daily life and sometimes, as a bonus, adds little dialogue to it, to make the scene more realistic.
What’s important to me is how these simple little daily moments can bring about emotion in me. Enjoying in the rain, the beach, with a beloved, with your children, with kids, with pets, solitary moments, they all are so much more meaningful. It’s not just his art style; it’s his subject and its ability to reach out to our souls.
Each time I see his sketches, my heart feels. My heart swells with happiness by looking a father being proud of his son, a mother feeding her child, two little duckies playing in the rain (my absolute favourite!); my heart aches when I see sketches of couple because they have so much love written all over that it is damn near impossible to find someone who looks at you like that; I squeal when there are animals involved; I clap when there’s a little story included.
Pascal helped me realize one thing: it’s the little things that matter. The little things that made you cry; that made you smile; that made you look tenderly into someone’s eyes; all of it will end up being the best memories of one’s lives. You may soon forget about them, but these moments are the ones that make you feel that thing called “emotion” hidden deep inside your heart, and you can never forget how it made you feel.
Shape up or Ship out: Write a letter to the personality trait you like least, convincing it to shape up or ship out. Be as threatening, theatrical, or thoroughly charming as is necessary to get the job done.
Dear Mr. Nice,
You don’t need to prove yourself often. If you do keep surfacing, people will assume that I am incapable of feeling anger or pain and keep hurting me over and over again.
Because, you see, in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s already happening and you’re winning.
But not for long.
I am a very sweet person, sometimes funny but other times stupid. I am capable of handling titles such as ‘Ursingi‘ (the Angry Woman in Kannada) or even ‘Moody’. I just don’t like to be called a ‘Nice’ because it just shows that I’m doing an ARK (an act of random Kindness) just to keep up my appearances.
Which I’m not. I am totally, utterly sincere in whatever I’m doing.
Apart from the above stated facts, there’s also another reason why you shouldn’t come as often as you do. Whenever you appear, I tend to push you down, in an attempt to avoid you and that makes me all the things unimaginable: angry, sarcastic (not in a funny way), prone to self harm, searching for the self-destruct button, lack of confidence and whatnot. And I don’t just harm myself mentally and physically, I harm my family, my friends too much sometimes. And it happens right after you’ve made your little appearance.
So, if you don’t back off this instant, I will kick you where it hurts the most with all my might. Mark my words.
Are you as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?
When it comes to being in front of a camera, it depends on who’s taking the photo. Id it’s a friend, I’m unusually not me. If it’s a close friend, one my friends with a DSLR, like Prince, I’ll love being the subject because those photos mostly make be look beautiful.If it’s family, you’ll know.
I love writing about people. I love people, in general. That’s one of the reasons why I started Tuesday Is Talent Day. And so far, I’ve never been written about. Except by myself, of course.
I hate not blogging.
Even though it’s been only two days since my last post, it feels forever. I didn’t want to post today, but felt that it would too long a gap so I decided to write about my latest venture that’s keeping me busy.
There’s a website called PostCrossing, where, if you’re into writing letters and postcards and stuff, you get to send post cards to randomly chosen people from some corner of the world.
I think it is brilliant. The first person I got is from Russia and her postcard will be leaving tomorrow. I made it with so much love :’)
I’ve made several other postcards for other reasons and they’ve come out awesome.
My post crossing journey begins here.
(Forgive me for the bad photo quality!)
Bacon and chocolate, caramel and cheddar… Is there an unorthodox food pairing you really enjoy? Share with us the weirdest combo you’re willing to admit that you like — and how you discovered it.
This was when my mother learned to make Paalak Paneer. Nobody else in my family eats paneer (cottage cheese), but she makes it for me. So, when I was in school one day, I came home and Amma told me that there was some Chitranna (Lemon rice) was left. I was no big fan and I groaned.
Then she found a small box of palak paneer in the fridge and she asked if I wanted it. I thought things would taste better and that would be more edible, so I said, okay.
She brought me a bowl of the rice and another smaller bowl of Palak Paneer and I slowly took some of the gravy and mixed it with the rice. I made a face at it before eating it—it did look rather unappetizing—and took a bite.
And that is the best combination in the world. It is pure heaven and my dad and I both enjoy it to the fullest.
We’ve tried mixing other types gravies with it: different types of chicken gravies, brinjal (egg plant), including saambaars, if they’re almost over and not enough for one person to mix with rice. And we’ve bonded over that.
Who would’ve thought?
You get to design your own planet: tell us all about your planet — the weather, the seasons, the inhabitants. Go.
One word: Bangalore.
For me, someone who has lived all her life in Bangalore, place is perfect. But I’ll change it a bit: I’ll make my planet just like the old Bengaluru, way before I was born, like sometime in the ’80s.
The people, the climate, the recent poshness (making sure it doesn’t go out of hand), everything.
Pour Some Sugar On Me.
My favourite sweet snacks are biscuits: Parle’s Hide-n-Seek, Good-day, Britannia’s Bourbon, Unibic’s Chocolate cookies. Among others.
When I was small, my sister and I used to have our prime TV time at 5 in the evening because nobody else would be home then. My part of the job would be to bring sufficient amount of biscuits to last us through an hour of TV. I loved the job. I would carefully balance out the chocolate and the non-chocolate ones and arrange them neatly on a plate and bring it to my sister in he living room, where would watch cartoons or some Disney show.
I also love Indian sweets: Dharwad Pedhas from Dharwad, Kundas from Bijapur, Moti Chur laddoo, Laddoos, Jilebis from Poonam Sweets, Barfis Venkateshwara Sweet-meat stall in Bengaluru, Pootarekulu from Pulla Reddy in Bengaluru.
I love the rich flavour in it, even though I can’t eat more than a few bites of it. It screams culture and richness and tradition and fills your heart in a way that no amount of chocolate can.
I know of people who can tell stories better than any of the best writers can. For me, a story teller isn’t someone who can just have enough stories to tell, but have the ability to recreate and paint the whole scenario before us, no matter how the story is.
I can think of at least 3 people off the top of my head who are really good story tellers in real life. One is mother. She can turn anything around and make it a funny story. Including her own scary dreams (we started teasing her and she took it sportively enough to make jokes out of it).
Second is a professor from college. I was fortunate enough to have two semesters of class and two certificate courses with him. His classes are the best. Even though we are quite intimidated by his sheer knowledge about everything, having him teach us for an hour a day is never enough.
Lastly, (I have spoken about this person previously, as well, in Fireside Chat) is a senior. If you’ve met him and asked him questions about any Japanese Manga or action comics or Jules Verne, you’ll wonder why you never spoke to him earlier. His recollection of events are worth listening.