Tuesday, August 20, 2013

#TTT5

Seemingly, nothing changed. The 'most frequently visited pages' on his browser had another story to tell. He stood but inside, he fell. #ttt

Monday, August 19, 2013

Saturday, August 17, 2013

#TTT3

Stuck in traffic, he watched the flowers in the bouquet wilt. Fearing the worst, she packed her bags. He came back to an empty house.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

#TTT2

A loving confession unread in his inbox, never to be seen, as he boxed his belongings and left. Fired, not for a crime, but for love.

#TTT1

A water baby, he dreamt of being in the water forever. He least expected his wish to be made true on his cross Atlantic flight home.

#TTT

I'm starting writing Terribly Tiny Tales, a concept wholly taken from the fantastic initiative by the same name: www.terriblytinytales.com. (Do check it out.)
I think I'm not yet at that level or writing, but still want to try and wanted to have my writing in one place - so putting it up here.

Actively looking for feedback and critique. :)

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Reading

The thoughts that follow are in some senses devoid practical sensibilities and real life circumstances.

I used to be a voracious reader once. 
I would read under the blankets, with a torch. 
I would read lying down, standing, upside down.
For those of you who know me in person, you know I have very weak eyes. So this wasn't always the best of ideas, but never one to listen to sagely advice, I kept at it.

Then somehow with time, I've come to a point where I barely read anymore.
This is about why I think that might be a good thing.

To be very honest, the change happened when I went to hostel and had the Internet at my beck and call, uninhibited, and uncensored.
Life became much more around geeky news, websites, movies, tv shows and porn, and lesser and lesser books would make their way to me.

When I look back, especially at the more recent years, is when I realise why it's might be a good thing I don't read as much, anymore.

Why I say this is because now, I do. 

A cliched statement as it might be, I want to try and elaborate, if only for my sake, to rationalise.

tl;dr
Reading makes you experience something through someone else, the story and life of another.
Doing, will make those experiences truly yours.

Love Heartbreak. Pain. ?
Go out and love. Freely, with carefree abandon. You shall know and feel, much stronger, every emotion, in any book ever.

Success. Struggle. Will. Grit. Failure. ?
Create things. Strive hard for something - a passion, a muse, a quest, a path not taken. Struggle. Fight. Cry.
No book will teach you the lessons you learn, nor empower you with the strength that doing this yourself will.

Nature. Wildlife. Travels. Adventures. ?
Go out and travel. Hitchhike your way into the new. You will know nature, as it is meant to be known, and not described to you, as someone else knew it. You will experience the adrenalin of your adventure, not the adrenalin of someone else's.

So for all the time you spend reading books, try instead to go, LIVE.
DO what it is you most like to read about. 
Be the character of a book, in your own life. Make your life a book. 

And may it, one day, be one of the greatest ever made.