‘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.

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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.

 

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! 🙂


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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.

 

 

Visiting Foreign Lands and Fairy Lands


Daily Prompt: Stranger in a Strange Land
What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?
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The possibility of discovering things keeps me excited when visiting a new place. Living in an urban city, combined with the pressures of college, I’ve developed a repulsion towards vehicular travel, but that is starting to change and I am very glad about it. I have traveled more in the last 2 months than I did in all 4 years of my graduation. I have always given much thought about architecture whenever I go some place. There is something conjuring about the history of mankind when looking through the architectural manifestations of it. Although I have never been to the pyramids of Egypt, or any of the other 7 wonders of the world except the Taj Mahal, I am sure that everyone would stare in amazement if they were told that the pyramids were built in  2600 BC. Freaking awesome, right? Evolution always amazes me, although it has become worrisome lately. And there is always something adventurous in meeting, or even looking, at people of different cultures.

As much as I love going to new places, observing the new people and their ways, I am not so adventurous when it comes to food. I simply don’t risk it with the local cuisines everywhere I go. I’d be happy and smiling if the place offers something I eat regularly, I’d say thank you very much.

And yeah, the vehicular travel thing! The other form of travel I always preferred was the mind travel.  As I said, I traveled very less, physically, during my college days. But I partnered with my mind and soul to places I could never have traveled in real life. Although it sounds like a deluded personality trait, I’d have to tell you that I have grown very much as a person through those journeys. There is something in me that wants to have a higher level of understanding of the experiences in life, and imagination coupled with reasoning the reality is one of the biggest and most challenging things I’d ever take up.

Anyway, some people may find it stupid that I took this post towards philosophy, so I’m going to stop it there. Coming back to the ‘new places’ theme,  I’d be joining an IT firm soon and I am excited about the prospect of having to move to a new location for work. I have never been out of home during all of my education, and the explorer in me is pretty much raring to go out there with his camera, canvas and journal, recording experiences and growing from them.

Random places most of us dream to visit:

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You can find posts from other bloggers @ The Daily Post. This is also a part of the Ultimate Blog Challenge(UBC), today is Day 18 and I have only started two days back! It would be great if you could join us.

Introverts, Extroverts and Queues


waiting in a queue . . .

ponders squeezing into the gap,

moves, loses his spot too.

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How often have we not gone through this ‘fruit of impatience‘ thing in our lives. Be it at the supermarket we went to buy groceries from or for the theater performance of an artist we admire. We wait for a considerable amount of time in the queue and irritably decide that we have waited more than what we deserve and try to force our way through the queue. Although, many of us only manage to squander even the spot that we held until then. Nevertheless, there are also people who manage to get ahead in a queue like a snake slithering across a maze of rocks. These people usually are extroverts. The reason why I say they are extroverts is that when introverts(I am one) lose it in a queue, they prefer not to speak out and even not claim their original spot. They accept their stupidity and bad timing. Whereas extroverts, they who can speak to anyone, anywhere and about any shit, manage what we introverts cannot. And you know I am not just talking about queues here.

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Linked to Haiku Heights for the prompt Squeeze.

My Campaign Against Women Abuse


one print of these photos. . .

hundred xerox copies

campaign in college

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I want people to look at the posters I am creating and I am thinking of pasting them all over the college. I have already done such a thing during the ‘Babri Masjid verdict’.

There are also a lot of posters already on the web and they need to be seen and understood. So I request you to share some of them on your blogs and social networks because this is high time, women are being subject to ridicule everyday all across the world. And in my country, India, this has gotten beyond insanity! People are coming out and protesting these atrocities against women and that is only a start. So please share or write your own mind on your blogs about these blasphemous incidents.

So here are the posters I did until now: SPEAK OUT. SPEAK LOUD.

April Haiku Month, Day 26: Waterfalls


#2

waterfall beckons . . .

people are convinced it would cleanse them

even if they raped

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Many of the believers in god blindly believe in things like these, that ‘are said to’cleanse their souls and wipe off all the sins they committed. Many ARE CONVINCED that they become good by taking a holy dip or doing a holy prayer or something. Let me tell you, these people are blind. Blinded by faith in the unknown and unseen, and blinded by lust for the material and mundane. These are the people who have no guilty conscience, or just a little may be. These people go to temples and offer huge amounts of money and gold and BELIEVE that their future is secure and that they have bribed their god enough to let them off any crimes and sins they committed. And god isn’t helping either, because they really seem to be getting away from what they deserve for everything they did. India is the biggest hypocrite on the world map. The world would be half a better place than it is now if these people started believing in undoing their wrongs, not ‘devote’ themselves t0 ‘god’ in reparation.

 

April Haiku Month, Day 20: Rosemary


a five year old girl . . .

cheeks, innocent rosemary pink,

gets raped by neighbor

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A 5 year old girl was raped in Delhi, India. I don’t have the strength to talk about the incident or the details but if it troubles you, here it is: A brutal and barbarous rape of a 5 year old. But I’d try to make sense nevertheless for I am, as always, not at peace.

The place where it happened is generally not important, because the abuse, assault, exploitation takes the precedence and rightly so. But ‘Delhi’ is the capital. and India is now ‘so much into’ these things that the place of incident is important next only to the victims themselves.
We, I, keep talking about faith and love for a nation all the time, think about it a lot. These are times when it is shaken. Rememeber what I said a few days back about boston bombing? i wantedly did not complete my opinion there, because i couldn’t take it as I was considering what it all meant. But now I see I held back for no reason. It is not only the ‘groups’ who believe in an ideal which are treat to the whole mankind, its f***ing every man in his own damn way!

I talk about faith, trust and love all the time. And these things stand to be important for every citizen of a country. Well, right now, all of that is shaken. It has never been ‘constant’ I must admit. I just tell myself, ‘maybe tomorrow’. But no, maybe I’d die being a fool who kept believing in change that never came.

click it for a better view, the text on the cards is blurred at this resolution.

With what people did after Nirbhaya incident, the protests and the calls for DEATH of the criminals, we have been seeing such things with little or no change in numbers. And consider the fact that all actual incidents of women exploitation don’t come to light, not get the media attention. Consider the suffering that we cannot see, that we cannot relate to because those stories are don’t come up.

India has always been a nation with great prospects for itself. Maybe we will end up only at that much, and never see a nation which changed itself into a true haven for humans. Of course, the world is no safe haven either. But with what India boasts about, we are a let down to ourselves. We are our own demise.

I don’t want people telling me not to lose hope, because you are not in my head and have not seen the world with my f***ing eyes. You only care when things happen.
“People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy” – I quote Batman again. If we are going to need ‘examples’ to make us think in the right way, at the current rate of our progress, the number of examples needed for men to change is equal to the total no. of women in this country, the newborns included.

April Haiku Month, Day 17: Owl #BostonMartyrs


ALREADY SLEEPLESS


no owl hoot needed

to wake me up, already sleepless.

Boston still on mind . . .

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Terrible and tragic. Boston bombings are another reminder of the dangers humans, who form groups believing in an ideal, pose to themselves. Rest in peace, the martyrs. They were standing up to the oldest marathon in the world, one that survived WWI and WWII. Heartbreaking in the least. And half way across the globe, an earthquake devastates parts of Pakistan and Iran. Not a good day. Not a good day at all.

These are times when you have to tell others, and mutely to yourself, ‘it is going to be alright’ even though the logical part of your brain knows full well it can only get worse. If not for you, for the world in general. At times like these, I wish I had someone to talk to and cry my heart out. But when I think of all those who actually are the victims of such terrible attacks, I endure in silence for I know my pain is far less than what they are going through. I guess, sitting some hundreds and thousands of miles away, all you can do to support them to keep going is spend some time thinking about them. That indeed might transform into strength for them.

It is easy to get depressed in times like these, when the air is instilled with gloom caused by the absence of  lost ones. Yet, we must make the effort to not fall into the abyss that our mind tends to jump into. It is so hard and exhausting.

Take a few minutes and see these pictures of the Boston bombing: http://edition.cnn.com/2013/04/16/us/boston-marathon-explosions/index.html

And read this article about how people are trying to help the victims, it is endearing and so encouraging: http://edition.cnn.com/2013/04/16/us/boston-marathon-support/index.html?hpt=us_t2

May this world end with a mighty blow from the space, for if things don’t change, the suffering would only increase and those who make others suffer would have nothing to stop at. And until that time, the good must take responsibility and stand against any evil that takes birth from among them. For no man shall find peace in a world that is terrorized by his very fellow men, no matter where the horror is.

I hope for the end of the world not because I am a coward, but because I believe in retribution. And in a world that is bound by laws which cannot hang a criminal who raped or killed a fellow human, but all along, one can simply take it into his hands to murder someone and get away, there is no hope for true justice and true retribution. Cowards are those who hurt others, those who wound others. Not those who seek peace, not those who stand against the evil.  Cowards are not those who are weak but those who are arrogantly strong.

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April Haiku Month, Day 14: Little Pig Gets A Visit


Image from the movie Charlotte’s Web

a countryside farm . . .
little pig ran up and down
visit from a cute girl

visit from a cute girl . . .
she brought a rainbow candy
pig threw a tantrum

pig threw a tantrum . . .
smiling, she gave away candy
little pig oinked with joy

little pig oinked with joy . . .
hopped as if it could fly, then
splash! fell in a puddle

splash! fell in a puddle . . .
pig quickly scrambled out of it
it wanted candy again

the girl stood still . . .
then burst out laughing loud, and
she fell in the puddle too

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I asked a friend for a few prompt words and she wildly came up with pig-candy-water-silent. I was not going to write any haiku for today as I was tired. I don’t know, writing is tiring me easily these days. And I gave up writing for today when I remembered it was an open day, I simply did not think my mind was capable of imagining philosophical things, that which I usually write upon. But these innocent prompt words let me have a smooth ride! I enjoyed writing this!

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 14, an open day. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey.

April Haiku Month, Day 12: Koi Pond


HOW MERMAIDS CAME TO BE


a weary angel . . .

tired wings turn into  fins

dance in a koi pond

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dance in a koi pond . . .

the koi rejoice her new form

mermaids are no myth

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angels and mermaids . . .

we heard a legend or two

who knew they were true

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 12 prompt – Koi Pond. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey, my first.

Whenever I Act


i act

feelings buried deep inside,

like pearls in beach sand,

the water only wetting the surface,

people only see the mask.

it takes a true heart,

like an innocent kid,

stumbling upon the pearls while digging for pebbles,

to harvest one’s deepest vaults.

in search of one such soul,

like a turtle scouting every yard of sand,

looking for the most secure of places to give birth,

i walk the world, waiting for someone to rip off that mask.

some people are destined to wear a mask for eternity,

a part of me, ruled by fear, trembles and quivers at that thought.

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NaPoWriMo

April Haiku Month, Day 5: Eggshells


(I thought of giving a pass for this prompt. I usually write about stuff like nature, women, life, love, etc and after yesterday’s attempt, I am a bit fatigued; this prompt is so trivial, I felt I can’t write a good enough haiku for this, that I am not good enough for it. But I am excited about reading your haiku, I’ll get to learn from your haiku, I always do. So, I’ll try. If I want to be a good writer, I’ll have to take up challenges.)

(I am unable to think of anything beyond this)

a lone young writer . . .

his abilities questioned

‘eggshells’, the challenger

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‘eggshells’, the challenger . . .

he turns challenge on its head

he is determined

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I enjoyed the challenge, eggshells! Thank you. I want to express my sincere thanks to everyone who has been reading my haiku everyday and even more so, letting me know how you felt. Its been only 4 days and I have already had so much fun writing and reading. This April journey won’t be the same without you people. Every writer wants to be read and commented, praised and even criticized. Cheers for writing! Cheers for haiku!

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 5 prompt – Eggshells. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey, my first. I am also trying to take up the A-to-Z Blogging challenge which requires bloggers to write a post everyday during all April. I will try to write separate posts for NaPoWriMo and A-to-Z Blogging Challenge IF possible. I sure want to.

I am going to share your everyday Haiku on my Facebook Page. Keep tabs on it too.

Thank you all for reading my haiku. I’ll be reading yours too, and I enjoy each one of your haiku. Your comments always help me improve and motivate myself to keep going.

Thank you and keep writing! 

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