Christmas On The 26th


a shiny red present . . .
joy! the kid tears it open.
shouts in merriment.

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a crumpled red wrapper . . .
the ragged kid picks up from bin.
christmas on twenty sixth.

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‘Christmas on the 26th’ relates to the ragged kid picking up the crumpled wrapper from the trash the morning after Christmas.

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Written for the prompt Gifts at Haiku Heights. Please find Haiku from other writers on that link.

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Fate of A Desolate Love


He was elated when he realized that their hearts had a special connection. He was so happy that his heart was part of a resonance pair. A string will swing at its maximum when the two ends are held at a particular distance. And he was petrified out of terror, the terror of fate, when he found out that the distance that makes their connection the strongest was so large that it might break the connection altogether. What choice did he have but to walk away to that far place, because he felt that one moment of the strongest connection between them was worth everything than a lifelong bond that knows not its true extent or purpose. It is so easy to call him a fool, which he really is.

Time and What We Know As Life


Sometimes you encounter forces so great and abusive, far beyond what is human and explainable, that you are confused whether you have to accept your imminent defeat or if you have to put all doubts about the reality of comparative strengths, and fight against the perceived injustice, which, for all we know, seems to drag on till the end, the end of either hope, or of breath. Without you knowing, you become a coward by persisting to be brave. Without you realizing, the principles you lived-by form a death trap you are destined to step on. Without you feeling, you become empty of the very emotions that once defined everything for you. Just when you realize you are too tired and cannot fight, the force pushes you down an abyss that you believed cannot go any deeper than where you already are. You are overridden with rage, that even in the moments that you believe are your last ones, the force still expects you to put up a fight. The rage helps you recover some sanity, and strength, and fight a little longer before everything circles back to your waning hope and tiring soul. It is as if the force throws you down a very deep abyss and the only way out is that you, a human, must grow wings to get out of the darkness and gloom. All the poems you wrote about flying don’t really mean anything, unless of course you find someone who makes you believe that you are not actually falling, but flying. Well, that again brings everything to the great and abusive force that snatches your only light, and the whole things repeats till the end, the end of either hope, or breath.

When Does He Choose To Rape?


It is so depressing and enraging to see women being exploited in countless way, All day, all over the world. And India seems to lead the charts, which is even more depressing considering the fact that many Indians believe in goddesses, female gods and yet, and yet we abuse women. Before going into the heart of the problem, I would like you to watch the below video. Know Your Star is starting a campaign called Dwar – door for transforming the lives of women and to create awareness and expect at least small changes in the attitude of people, men and women alike. It is great to see people overcoming their anger and disappointment with men and coming up with  innovative and inspiring ideas to contribute to a cause. This is the first of a series of videos they are to release to 1. state the problem at hand 2. to offer us all with ideas that can change, at whatever possible level and magnitude, the way men treat women. 

Actually, its funny people use the word  mankind but not womankind when they are collectively speaking about the entire race of humans. It is just one of many trivial things that the world has gotten used to believing in, where the womankind are trampled and ill-treated with a sense of authority. But such trivial things are only tip of the iceberg. Today, we are looking at incidents that shows the shocking, evil and the most cruelest of attitudes, and the magnitude of it, towards a gender we must all be thanking, for they carried us in their wombs for 9 long months and yet wipe away the pain calling it bliss. Mothers. Sisters. Wives. Daughters. Women. 

The type of abuse and crimes against women are multitude and many of them are yet not globally recognized as abusive behaviors. Rape is only one of the horrendous crimes, there are thousands of women who fall victim to lust-driven men. You can understand the magnitude of lust prevalent in men when you look at cases of 4-year old and 5-year old girls being raped. Domestic violence is equally criminal, but it is one of the least reported forms of abuse women face in this world.

But I come to the most important point(from my perspective). Where does this all start? I mean, what leads to a man choosing to rape his friend/cousin/stranger? Is it a momentous lust? Or is it the kind of thing that is pent up in his perverted mind through this teenage and youth? Where does he find the switch to turn himself into a beast and feed on the mother gender for pleasure? And I have always said to myself, the teenage and youth. I am 21 myself and I really know what kind of talks boys have. How they comment(I prefer to refer to it as a verbal rape) about a girl passing by. It is really down to how us men look and treat women, even strangers. My hope after watching the video is that if people continue to make things like these, urging for change in our ways, we will one day look at men who respect and value every woman. But, I shouldn’t let optimism make mirages and empty dreams of a kind world where all mankind treats womankind with respect. The problem is a lot more complicated than what it looks like. I will try to come up stats and more ‘simple’ expressions of my emotions in further blogposts.

You too can write a blogpost on your website about women empowerment and the concerned issues and link it back to Know Your Star campaign page.


Daily Prompt: Back to School


Daily Prompt: Back to School

If you could take a break from your life and go back to school to master a subject, what would it be? Photographers, artists, poets: show us MASTERY.


Magic, of course. 


When I published this post, the above line was my answer for today’s prompt. I said to myself, clever. But surely, I know this would dawn on me, I was ridden with guilt. To tell you the truth, the first thing that got to my mind when reading the prompt was – bullies. I wanted to write about going back to school and mastering how to face and answer the bullies. I don’t remember specific incidents or anything that happened with me, but I’ve always been someone who loathed bullying and the people who bully. The consequences of bullying are too naked for me to not feel agitated by it. The mere possibilities of the ways in which bullying can affect the victims, especially the kids, and what their hurt minds can do, scares the living hell out of me and brings up an anger equally intense. But writing about it seemed exhausting because I have to go through those emotions again and again until I finish the post. So, I just hit my head with a hammer and, being a complete Harry Potter freak, magic came to my mind. That I chose to write something else for a little peace within me, rather than writing about something that concerns a live social problem did not seem right. So, I added this little text.

STOP BULLYING.

Remembering Humans


Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist

It’s the year 2113. A major museum is running an exhibition on life and culture as it was in 2013. You’re asked to write an introduction for the show’s brochure. What will it say? Photographers, artists, poets: show us RETROSPECTIVE.


I guess I’d rather ‘show it’. When I say ‘the world begged its doom’, it meant that our current ways lead us to doom. For example, read this post by Kenton Lewis, a fellow blogger. I was stunned reading at what he wrote, it was so true and I couldn’t translate my angst into such words that might help a few see the wrong in the present. Here, please read this: Agree Or Disagree, They Called It Art | The Jittery Goat.

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That was fun doing it, I used Adobe Photoshop.


Read a few more posts from other bloggers for today’s prompt:

  1. To Know Me | clarior e tenebris
  2. From the Collection of the Artist | Geek Ergo Sum
  3. Retrospective Views | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  4. All Roads lead to Metro Manila | Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | likereadingontrains
  5. Dog food. Cat bowl. | weliveinaflat
  6. 24 July Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | Family, Photos, Food and Craft
  7. Remembering Humans | Black and White Heart
  8. Agree Or Disagree, They Called It Art | The Jittery Goat
  9. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | George and Nigel
  10. Or, Well, Was, Is | Good2begone
  11. Conflict And Change | Tony’s Texts
  12. History of Mankind: A Tour in 2113 | it writes itself
  13. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | The Daily Post « The Blogging Path
  14. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | Welcome to Joshua Montrell Woodard’s Blog Site!
  15. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

‘Cooking Me’ For Dummies


Weekly Writing Challenge: A Pinch of You

This week, we want a window into the complexity that is you. We want the recipe for all the bits and pieces and quirks and foibles and loves that make you you.

This is going to be long, brace yourself.


Although my recipethe medoes has flesh as one of its large number of ingredients, it is vegetarian. So, you can expect to find a  , somewhere on my body, although I’d highly recommend that you don’t go searching for it. I simply can’t seem to make a list of all the ingredients that make the recipe. Even the thought of making such an effort is sucking away all the vitamins from me.

*Suddenly, a magnet enters the creation room*
Oh! No! Stop! Stop! Noooo!!! Not my iron, nooooo!
*Magnet escapes with the loot*
Why me! Why is the world so cruel and unfair!

Low on iron, the recipe was going to end up being tall and skinny, being able to both reach for the high apple in the garden of Eden and being blown away by a quiet breeze right before I pluck it. Darn! Someone added fate without my knowledge and I hardly know what effect it will have on the final recipe. Who was it? Is he the one who sent the magnet? Why? 

Later, by a happy accident, philosophy slipped into the cauldron in which raw good and evil were getting cooked at such high temperatures, the solution looked redder than what lava would look like if it was blushing. Although at first it did seem like a happy accident, I soon realized that it would have been better if it happened, maybe, 10 years later. The cauldron has been on flame for only 17 years, that poor thing exploded after philosophy got mixed into it, it was like a burden from then on. I looked at the world with disbelief, the stark diversity of a man’s actions, swinging from extreme evil to extreme godliness.

I needed to heal my wounds after that explosion, which kind of caused people to discriminate me, like an untouchable, although not in the complete literal sense. To be precise, the explosion made me an introvert. I added analytical and factual reasoning to my reality, the science of deduction, as Sherlock Holmes would call it. I saw people make choices, I saw what led to their choices, what the choices made them.  It all made sense. I saw people abuse power, I saw humble people crumble to dust. I saw a writing on the wall. But I am only 20, it all weighed too much upon me. I needed to vent these fumes of restlessness, rage and realization. I needed another world.

And I then added love, faith, hope and trust. This helped the ticking bomb in me stay dormant. Nature was always a part of the recipe, what fellow humans couldn’t contribute to my recipe, nature did and with love. Although, sometimes, her fury would scare the crap out of every living thing. But hey, she is not angry for no reason, she has us humans to deal with. Just beside this cauldron was a kettle in which a mixture of experiences was being boiled. The kettle started rattling fervently. Gosh! What is wrong now. Maybe I have to get some experiences off my heart. So I took out a cup of the contents from the kettle and poured it into a mold called writing. It conjured interesting shapes and patterns, and that gave a little peace to my mind in midst of such a buzzing ambiance.

Writing gave my recipe a new dimension, and only then did I realize how much I needed it. Even before my recipe(the me) was complete, which is going to take 40-60 years depending on the course of action humans take to counter the growing insensitivity in humans and the global warming triggered by them, I was able to visit new worlds through imagination and other manifestations of the burning need to express. So, I soon kind of learned the craft of multitasking. I faded in and out of all these worlds, all the same trying to continue completing my recipe in this world. But sometimes I am lost in thought, wondering if I have to regret not taking the orthodox path to cooking. The general approach of the youth in this world, that seems to have so much energy and fun in it. But the reasons why I chose the path I am currently on quickly surface back to the fore and I continue stirring. But my recipe would be incomplete, no matter how much mastery I learn, if all coal became ashes, if all the water is evaporated and if all the fire was dead. What am I saying? That I need help. Love. Trust. Faith. Freedom. They make up the air I breathe and in their absence, I move to my end quickly.


If you made it this far, visitor, then I bow to you and thank you.

I Have Dreams About Stats. And Nightmares!


Daily Prompt: The Stat Connection

Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it. Photographers, artists, poets: show us ‘connections’.


Its been 4 days since I came to know about The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt. Every day after the first one, I wait for my clock to scrawl to 17:30. And a few minutes before the time, I start hitting the refresh button on the Daily Post tab like an excited kid, returning home after school, frantically banging the elevator button unable to control the excitement caused by his impending birthday party. And then, eventually, the update happens and I calm down. So, stats today, eh?

I guess most bloggers are obsessed with stats, they should be. I feel a great rush of satisfaction when someone likes or comments on my blogposts. And I feel an urge to do better looking at how many visitors left my blog without critiquing my work. But the ratio of people who visit your blog post and the people who critique it is depressingly large, unless of course you are an over-the-top write/blogger, in which case you deserve such attention.

I have to say my blog hasn’t done well, not until recently when I started writing Haiku, a japanese form of poetry, while participating in month long journeys with other writers. That helped me get over my recurring writer’s block, along with earning a regular reader pool.  Actually, I started with writing poems, then ventured a little into fiction but couldn’t do much there except this Harry Potter FanFiction called Goodbye Hedwig. It is one of the top posts on my blog and you can understand why, because its Harry Potter. And there is this meme I created – Inner Peace which got popular too, mostly because of the combination of a general philosophical longing and the adorable cute panda. The most notable of all is a poem named From The Bowels Of Heaven that got published on  Haunted Waters Press website, an online literary journal.

Also, I think one has only themselves to blame if their blog doesn’t get many visitors. You must be a good reader to be come a good writer, as it is said. I know it is true, and I have been visiting many blogs and reading a lot. Not because of what I’d get, but because I believe in what that saying meant. It is similar to the general philosophy, you must first give, with your heart, in order to be eligible to expect something for yourself. So, as the post title suggests, I do dream about becoming a famous blogger, frequently read and admired. But it is not going to happen just like that and probably knowing it is the first step and the way to go. And yeah, I want to be a published author someday. And if I can squeeze-in a little more from my blunt desire, without coming off as aloof, I’d want to become a full-time author traveling places to sink in the nature and unleash his worlds and creatures of imagination into the ink.

Thanks for reading through this post, I hope it wasn’t hard. *Bazinga* I know it was. Some useful suggestions and tips would help me a lot, so feel free to destroy the comments section.

 

‘Tis Not Something You Ask An Introvert


Daily Prompt: Party Animals(?)

After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book? Photographers, artists, poets: show us personality.


You are about to read a post about mingling and partying by an introvert. You have been warned.

*Tada*

Okay. I guess it all depends on how you spend your time, and with whom.  I have many memories of me hiding away from people because I just couldn’t take it, whatever they are calling partying and fun, any longer. Now that I think about it, I never had the foresight to carry a good book with me that could have come to my mind’s rescue countless times. But I have been lucky sometimes, as this meme tells you. I just go off to their book rack and stand there even if I find nothing interesting. It is like wearing an invisibility cloak. If people call me at such a time, I’d say, ‘just a moment’, grab a quick book and set off into another room so that they’d have to spend a little more time searching for me. Introverts are next only to ninjas in stealth mode trait.

Soooooooooo, I am so definitely not a party animal. I would not ‘be ready for anything’ if I had to endure an hour of ranting by people I’d rather greet, smile and wave goodbye to in quick succession. But I do feel free around a select few and I’d be more energetic than my usual self in their company, like at home. But it is a very very intriguing thing what someone else’s presence can do to your own personality or behavior.


Please drop off links of your posts if you are writing for today’s prompt, I’d like to come by and read them

Here are posts from other bloggers about this prompt, do check some out:

  1. 21 july Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) | family photos food & craft
  2. Will you play with me? |
  3. Personality | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  4. Daily Prompt: From Dr. Hyde’s Perspective | The Whimsical Circumlocutor
  5. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) | writinglikeastoner
  6. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) | Chicomallorca’s Blog
  7. I Do Not Photoshop Any Picture I Upload | Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) | likereadingontrains
  8. ‘Tis Not Something You Ask An Introvert | Black and White Heart
  9. Party Animal with Social Anxiety | Tony’s Texts
  10. Daily Prompt: Party Animals | suzie81’s Blog
  11. A Daily Prompt Poem: Personality « Vicariously Poetic
  12. Which Party Known By | clarior e tenebris
  13. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) « The Blogging Path
  14. The After Party Diner (short fiction) | The Jittery Goat
  15. Party Animals (?): Who Was She? | Khana’s Web
  16. Daily Prompt: About Last Night… | In diesen Augenblick
  17. Daily Prompt: Party Animals, aka me vs. going out | printed cats
  18. Party Animals (Sonet) | Liars, Hypocrites & The Development of Human Emotion
  19. Daily Prompt: Hiding After Midnight | Creative Mysteries
  20. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) – AND THE PARTY GOES ON AND ON | LADYBOY PROMPT
  21. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) « Mama Bear Musings
  22. There are two sides to the coin | tornin2’s Blog
  23. Quiet Time is a Good Thing | Code For Confession
  24. Party Butterfly | The Magic Black Book
  25. Party Animals | Geek Ergo Sum
  26. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?), No Thanks | Mindful Splatter
  27. Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?). | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  28. Pup Party… | Haiku By Ku
  29. Philosophy of Friendship|Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?) | Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis and Me
  30. Daily Post – Personality | the mmmmm family
  31. Party Animals – Daily Prompt | oh lovely existence

Nomadic Life? Maybe In A Different Age


Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home

If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you? Photographers, artists, poets: show us MOVING.


In deed, there is and will never be a place like home. Aaah, the home sweet home. I, for one, am very introverted and so home is definitely a big thing, the reference point of my entire universe. Like Sheldon Cooper would say, referring to his spot on the couch,

“In an ever-changing world it is a single point of consistency. If my life were expressed as a function on a four-dimensional Cartesian coordinate system, that spot, at the moment I first sat on it, would be (0,0,0,0).”


That is two Sheldon Cooper references in three posts for the daily prompts, hmmm, that tells how well I connect to it. It is so funny, every one of the lead characters are great actors and actresses. Anyway, I’d rather be home than any place else because the sheer ambiance  and aura of my people  is soothing and reassuring. And as I have said in an earlier post, I have not been much of a traveler until now. Its funny, that’s two blogposts about travel in the last three, a little out of my comfort zone I must note! If you did read my previous post about visiting foreign lands and fairy lands, you’d know that I am ready to be a travel enthusiast, although becoming a nomad does sound like it needs more than just hobby level passion. But its intriguing, we can hardly handle relocating to a new place once. These nomads move livestock, goods and almost everything they call theirs to hundreds of places spanning all their lives.

But I certainly don’t want to be a nomad in the present day, not in this technology obsessed world. As I’d like to believe, the point of having a nomadic life is to have an epic journey to the center of nature and to my knowledge, I have always liked the times when there was less concrete and guns in the world. I’ve always imagined what life would be like if I was alive during the time of kingdoms and thrones. That’d be a perfect period for venturing out into the wild. But nevertheless, to take up such a journey in today’s world would be as much a challenge if not tougher, for it was beasts that threatened your life back then, now its humans who took that job of spoiling it for you. And you know, humans are everywhere. I mean, everywhere.  And that is the third Big Bang Theory reference and the end of this post.


Please drop off links of your posts if you are writing for today’s prompt, I’d like to come by and read them

Here are posts from other bloggers about this prompt, do check some out:

  1. Still Africa—and this DP is a Repeat | Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | likereadingontrains
  2. Moving Train | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  3. There’s No Place Like Home | Geek Ergo Sum
  4. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | flow of my soul
  5. I’d pack up today…if I had the balls to do so! | thoughtsofrkh
  6. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | suzie81’s Blog
  7. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home « Mama Bear Musings
  8. New Paths | Words With Ryon
  9. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Black and White Heart
  10. The Nuts and Bolts of Moving | windandlaughter
  11. Under Your Shadow | Prayers and Promises
  12. Living Out of a Suitcase | EMBRACE YOU
  13. 20 july – Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | family photos food & craft
  14. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Under the Monkey Tree
  15. Life as a nomad….or not? | My Experiments with Words
  16. Accidental Nomad | Stuphblog
  17. There’s No Place Like Home: Moving | Ese’ s Voice
  18. Random: Travel thoughts | mcpw
  19. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home > A Tale of Two Cities | From Ground to Home
  20. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Sanctified Brother
  21. Only Thing Worse Than A Broken Home Is A Broken Heart | The Jittery Goat
  22. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Retired2Travel
  23. Nomad. | The Ambitious Drifter
  24. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Prateek Bhatia
  25. A Direction You’d Love | clarior e tenebris
  26. Home is where my heart is… | mindurspirit
  27. Daily Prompt: Moving | A New Day
  28. Déjà vu | Tony’s Texts
  29. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Blue-tinged Dreams
  30. Daily Prompt: You’ll find me at home where I belong | SERENDIPITY
  31. Runaway | Hope* the happy hugger
  32. With Mama… | Haiku By Ku
  33. Do I have to love the ‘Daily Prompt?’ | luvsiesous
  34. Where the Deer and the Antelope Play | A Day in the Life
  35. Vertical jumps |
  36. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  37. There’s no place like home : Daily Prompt | I solemnly swear i am upto no good!
  38. The Nomadic Life (my demons and me) | Iam Who Iam
  39. Encore Post | Sorta-Ginger
  40. Dawn | Vampire Maman
  41. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Elizabeth Melton Parsons
  42. On the move | The Nameless One
  43. There’s No Place Like Home | Stranger. Fly. Home. | amarllyis
  44. Stranger. Fly. Home. | amarllyis
  45. Underneath the stars, far far away… | The Rider
  46. My meaning of home | tornin2’s Blog
  47. Forced Nomadism | Expressions
  48. To Be a Wanderer . . . | Mme Solitaire
  49. Home, Sweet, Home… FOREVER | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  50. There’s No Place Like Home, there’s no place like home…. | dearanonymousfriend
  51. Moving… | The Rider
  52. No Place Like Home…. | Testing the Strength I Have
  53. Home | West Coast Review
  54. The perks and the quirks of moving | quirksmag
  55. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | 67steffen
  56. Life As A Wanderer « Getting Rid Of Boredom
  57. Love is home | Life is great
  58. Freedom on the Open Raod | Lewis Cave
  59. The perks and quirks of moving | quirksmag
  60. Apa Kabar Indonesia Malam? | praztforiks
  61. Do I Deserve This? | Ellikitty
  62. Click Your Heels Three Times…. | DragonMommie’s World
  63. FOREVER Moving! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  64. Return to your roots | Never Stationary
  65. This house where the wind blows | From Under the Pages
  66. Daily Prompt | There’s No Place Like Home | Alice is Online
  67. I’m going to get a new home base very soon, actually | djgarcia94
  68. Poem: Roaming | Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit.
  69. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home « The Blogging Path
  70. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Borneo Rainbow
  71. My Sanctuary | A Virtual World
  72. Kansa Muse on Micro Farming and More
  73. Daily Riffed 6: Pity Me, I’m Almost A Human Being | A VERY STRANGE PLACE
  74. Daily Riffed 7: Pity Me, I’m Almost A Human Being | A VERY STRANGE PLACE
  75. Dirty Garments | Defined Imperfection♡s
  76. I, the nomad | My thought exactly…!
  77. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | putthekettleonblog
  78. Home is where the heart is! » My Life, My Way, My Words
  79. Daily Prompt: Need I Repeat Myself? | One Starving Activist
  80. Living the Nomadic Life | Code For Confession
  81. Home is Where the Cats Are… | Sued51’s Blog
  82. Until the Beginning of the Next Leg of the Journey | The Arkside of Thought by Sahm King
  83. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Heron There & Everywhere
  84. no place like home? | cresting the words
  85. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Little Kitchen in the Woods
  86. Home | A collection.
  87. “A Nomad’s Ode to Being Too Long in One Place” | Juan-Paolo Perre : Poetry
  88. The Whimsical Realm of Angela’s Mind
  89. Would You Leave? | Living and Lovin
  90. There’s No Place Like Home | Pinkpodster Ponders
  91. I Am Nomad (Timber) | Liars, Hypocrites & The Development of Human Emotion
  92. Rurouni (Wanderer) | Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | wbart1029
  93. There’s no place like… | A Bird Of Passage
  94. A silver lining.. | Relax…
  95. Home (seen from space) | marsowords
  96. No Place Like Home | Danny James
  97. Only heart is home | Dancing in the rain!
  98. Only in Wisconsin | Wiley’s Wisdom
  99. Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home | Personal Gallifrey
  100. At home in two citites | Secrets of a Restaurant Widow

Dinosaurs Are Afraid Of Fireflies


Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall

If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose? Photographers, artists, poets: show us SNEAKY.


First things first, I had to Google what fly on the wall meant and I liked what I learned.
Definition:

if you say you would like to be a fly on the wall in a certain situation, you mean that you would like to be there secretly to see and hear what happens

It is not unnatural that our minds think sneaky at times. You want to know what people talk behind your back when you are absent, what sort of shallow, jealous rumors they believe and spread. You wish you heard them with your own ears rather than from a third-party who themselves must have added their fair share of unreal spice to the talk. Although being a fly on the wall at such times does meet the requirement of overhearing their conversations, if it was possible, I’d become someone or something that can kick their unethical asses. I’d like to be invovled. But here is an interesting thing, there is this movie called Eega in which the hero gets killed by the villain and he is reborn as a fly and he takes revenge on the villain and reunites with his lost love. Here is a quick scene where the fly sacrifices himself to save the heroine:

And if you insist that I choose a time and place in history, I guess I’d choose the time when humans did not exist, in which case existence of walls seems impossible, ergo the idiom ‘fly on the wall’ wouldn’t exist too.

Anyway, as a soul, I believe all beings have souls, I’d be more free as a fly than as a human being. I think I’d prefer to be a firefly, they are lovely and loved by both adults and children, although it doesn’t matter now that I chose a time period when the frigging humans did not exist.

So the time and place? During the dinosaur period, without doubt and anywhere dinosaurs roamed. But now that I think of, I feel dinosaurs might be afraid of fireflies. Images of dinosaurs jumping up and down scared as a firefly whizzes around its head are amusing. I am smiling.


Please drop off links of your posts if you are writing for today’s prompt, I’d like to come by and read them


Here are posts from other bloggers for this prompt:

  1. Grandma Has Landed | Icescreammama
  2. Daily Prompt: Fly On The Wall | suzie81’s Blog
  3. If Wishes Were Fishes | windandlaughter
  4. Pressed dog. Pressed bone. |
  5. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | flow of my soul
  6. A Photo Drive and a Protest | The Photo Faith Challenge
  7. Sneaky | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  8. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Being a Huntress
  9. Sneaky Peeky | clarior e tenebris
  10. Words With Ryon
  11. Daily Prompt – Fly on the Wall | Kate Murray
  12. Dinosaurs Are Afraid Of Fireflies | Black and White Heart
  13. Memorable Tweets from history | DCMontreal
  14. Africa’s tears | The Rider
  15. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall « Mama Bear Musings
  16. Fly on the wall | Geek Ergo Sum
  17. Adolph Shrugged (historical short fiction) | The Jittery Goat
  18. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Retired2Travel
  19. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall « The Blogging Path
  20. Watching From The Wings | Tony’s Texts
  21. The One with the Dynamic Duo | Jackie Cangro
  22. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | iChristian
  23. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Under the Monkey Tree
  24. Sneak-ers [Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall] | unknowinglee
  25. The Ticking Clock: Reversed | Expressions
  26. Fly on multiple walls | Nanuschka’s Blog
  27. Fly on the Wall: The War of the Roses | In diesen Augenblick
  28. Daily Prompt: Supper | One Starving Activist
  29. Guest Blogger: Ruby! | Haiku By Ku
  30. Nazareth | Life is great
  31. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall – I saw three ships a’sailing | SERENDIPITY
  32. Dedicated to the unfinished work | pencil pilot
  33. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall – show us SNEAKY. | masadiso79’s Blog
  34. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  35. A fly in ’41 | tornin2’s Blog
  36. A Fly on the Wall: Eavesdropping on Matters of National Security… Or Not | The Whimsical Circumlocutor
  37. A Cascading Calvacade of Gasconade | Spirit Lights The Way
  38. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Let There be Peace on Earth
  39. Daily Post: Sneaky | Slam on the Brakes, Pull Over, Take the Picture
  40. Blues Haven | Good2begone
  41. Fly on the Wall | The Nameless One
  42. When would you like to live? | MC’s Whispers
  43. Some fine art, great reads, great films and a little zoning out… | thoughtsofrkh
  44. Fly on the Wall: Sneaky Figs | Khana’s Web
  45. I think of how they met | Vampire Maman
  46. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | reyoflight
  47. Evolution | Markovich Arts
  48. Not The Sword But The Pen
  49. Fly on the Wall | The Voice from the Backseat
  50. I would observe William Blake | djgarcia94
  51. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Purple 7 Paper
  52. The Ducky Sneak! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  53. If only… | I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning with a Craving
  54. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | The Daily Post « The World According to Me…
  55. Daily Writing Challenge: Fly on the wall…or guitar | Diary of a quirky girl
  56. What if you could be a fly on the wall? | Okay, what if?
  57. Daily Post: Fly on the Wall | Brianne Writes
  58. Best Laid Plans | Wiley’s Wisdom
  59. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Uncivilized Thinking
  60. Daily Prompt: Fly on Teenage Mama Spaghetti’s Wall | Mama Spaghetti
  61. What Really Happened? | The Lion’s Den

Yes, I Flipped The Flip Flop!


Daily Prompt: Flip Flop
Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change? Photographers, artists, poets: show us transition.
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I’ve been watching an episode from The Big Bang Theory where Sheldon Cooper offers Howard his spot(for which he has more feelings than the love he has for his mother). Here, watch this little scene and laugh at how he turns back into the insufferably narcissistic Sheldon Cooper we know, seconds after Howard says he likes the new spot!

Turning back on our thoughts, opinions and promises is very common for all, I guess. But that should not be the case. I would give an example as fresh as yesterday. Yesterday, I woke up all panicky from my sleep only to find tranquil space all around me. Then I looked aside and sighed! I never make my bed, unless I wake up so fresh that I must have had a memory wipe done. I don’t even remember that making bed is a manner when I wake up. I just wake up like a troll and go on with my life. But yesterday, as I was saying, peculiarly, I woke up with these thoughts – ‘I won’t make my bed. Never. It is not like this mess is interfering with my daily activities’. The day rolled on like every other day until I saw a post on Facebook from eHow about ‘making your bed’, the update was hashtagged lifetip, here:

Make a point to make your bed after you wake up tomorrow. Making your bed every morning is correlated with higher productivity. It’s also been suggested that making your bed increases happiness.

I was guilt ridden after reading that. I thought, It isn’t like I have to climb a mountain or something, its just making the bed. The simplest thing ever, maybe. So I made up my mind to make bed everyday. All was good until I woke up today and remembered the promise I needed to keep. Can you guess what happened? Yes, I flipped the flip flop again.

I WILL MAKE MY BED TOMORROW!

I am only getting back to writing and blogging, so my posts would be a little clumsy. I think sticking to The Daily Post‘s writing prompts and challenges would get me back into proper writing groove. There are hundreds of bloggers participating and it would be great if you join too!

Please drop off links of your posts if you are writing for today’s prompt, I’d like to come by and read them! :)


More bloggers on flip flop:

  1. Interpreting dog body language |
  2. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | flow of my soul
  3. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop « Mama Bear Musings
  4. Flip Flop | Geek Ergo Sum
  5. Burn brightly | Musings from a practical mystic
  6. The Buses on EDSA | Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | likereadingontrains
  7. An open letter to Ina Bonette | Nanuschka’s Blog
  8. Yes, I Flipped The Flip Flop! | Black and White Heart
  9. Wrong-Then , Right-Now ( …as long as ) | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  10. Politics | Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | Being a Huntress
  11. Daily Prompt: Portia’s Flip Flop | a Portia Adams adventure
  12. Transition This! [Daily Prompt: Flip Flop] | unknowinglee
  13. So What Has Been Going on the Last Three Months? Jeremiah 29:11 | The Photo Faith Challenge
  14. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | Retired2Travel
  15. Flip Flopper of Food | Defined Imperfection♡s
  16. Flip Flop|| Hidden Heroes | Mind My Mind But…
  17. Don’t Judge A Culture By What Is Canned | The Jittery Goat
  18. I don’t have to lie to myself anymore. « kiyudesu
  19. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | Under the Monkey Tree
  20. I Changed My Mind | Day of the Week Fat Pants
  21. Letter to India | A beetle with earrings
  22. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  23. Am I indecisive? | Mario Types
  24. Flip Flop of my disillusioned appetite: Daily Prompt | Running with Reality
  25. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | Beats of Pieces
  26. My Transformation… | Haiku By Ku
  27. Switcheroo | Hope* the happy hugger
  28. Flip-Flopping on Flip-Flops | Sorta-Ginger
  29. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop – Life is Fair? Not. | SERENDIPITY
  30. Redefining Gender Conformity | CombatBabe
  31. Musicals | life is great
  32. A Change of Heart | M’me Solitaire
  33. Pride, Peace, and People | kingjeremychronicles
  34. So called “underprivileged” | Chimerical Chicanery
  35. Flip Flop | The Nameless One
  36. Daily post: Transition from Something to Nothing | Slam on the Brakes, Pull Over, Take the Picture
  37. Daily Prompt: Make Up Your Mind | A Good One
  38. Being Indecisive « Getting Rid Of Boredom
  39. Flip Flop: I Love My Flip Flops | Khana’s Web
  40. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop | reyoflight
  41. Red or Blue? | BLUE BEAD PUBLICATIONS
  42. To Respond or Not (THAT is the question!) | Iam Who Iam
  43. Before You | Cytherean Dreams
  44. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop, or Work To Live… | suzie81’s Blog
  45. Flip Flop: I Did Not Believe God Could Cause Everything to Work for Good (Romans 8:28) | The Abuse Expose’ with Secret Angel
  46. Love to Live (Not Live for Love) | Perry In A Box
  47. Red | Brush Strokes And Scribbled Thoughts
  48. Daily Prompt: Ch-ch-ch-changin’! | One Starving Activist
  49. Daily Prompt: Flip Flop and The Ugly Duckling | Blogging Vogging…
  50. Daily Prompt: Transition | More than a Cat
  51. Why I once believed in Evolution. | luvsiesous
  52. And now, abortion … | The Flavored Word
  53. Don’t Tell Me Where to Flip… or to Flop! | So I Went Undercover
  54. Expectant | Dancing in the rain!

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour


The golden hour is the first and last hour of sunlight of the day. Every week, The Daily Post hosts a Photography Challenge with a theme which the bloggers need to interpret, take photographs and post them on WordPress. This is the first time I’m participating in Daily Post’s weekly photography challenge. Hope some of you photography enthusiasts would join too. The more, the merrier!
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I don’t have a DSLR to capture stunning images. Actually, I don’t need one. A 12.0 MP point and shoot camera with some Adobe Photoshop skills can do equally amazing stuff, although some might say such photographs are unoriginal. But poor us, we can’t afford DSLRs!

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Empty Tables In The Morning

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Melt Me With The Snow

 

Journey Into The Dusk

Journey Into The Dusk

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Sunlight: “A sign board ain’t gonna stop me!”

Filtering through flaws!

Let me park my car in the sky.