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Strawberry Fields Forever by Ion
The tough-as-nails guy shows us his romantic side with this poetic take on the Beatles classic
Write for Change by Susrita
The Lady-In-Charge tells us about a Writer's Block and how it changed things around
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Strawberry Fields Forever - A Musical
Life is what you make it,
At least that's what they say,
Well I think Im gonna make it,
Tell you my dreams today..
I feel this fire growing,
Deep inside of me,
Im so inspired knowing,
That its my destiny..
I breathe like a champion,
I dream like a champion,
I say that Im a champion,
Its meant to be..
My will is getting stronger,
I cant wait any longer,
Im singing a song,
Thats inside of me..
Coz Im a believer,
I know that I can make it,
No matter what they say,
The future is now,
And it starts today,
For Strawberry Fields are Forever...
At least that's what they say,
Well I think Im gonna make it,
Tell you my dreams today..
I feel this fire growing,
Deep inside of me,
Im so inspired knowing,
That its my destiny..
I breathe like a champion,
I dream like a champion,
I say that Im a champion,
Its meant to be..
My will is getting stronger,
I cant wait any longer,
Im singing a song,
Thats inside of me..
Coz Im a believer,
I know that I can make it,
No matter what they say,
The future is now,
And it starts today,
For Strawberry Fields are Forever...
Perfume - Somewhere in Time || Ion
A face stares out at me from under the covers, I don’t recognize. Lovely eyes, I don’t know at all. The warmth of the room is suddenly taken away, and i feel a shiver run down my spine. There is something I want to remember, but I can’t. I try harder, but all I feel is the numbness of a mind drained off all its thoughts.
I stand up and let my stupor guide me around the room for a while. Grabbing the whiskey, I pour some in a glass. Desperate to burn my throat back to sense, I stand there looking out at the busy street, some 15 storeys down. Not sure if “this is just a feeling” that I have, I try to shake myself out of this stupor. Yet again, nothing happens. I can hear a buzz in my ears. But then, I think it’s been there for some time now.
All I keep seeing are flashes of a distant place. And I can’t recognize the faces in these as well. Flashes, I’m sure, that belong to a different place and time. Sometimes I think I see a lot of younger people in them. They all seem happy.
And the next thing I know is I have been taken back to that morning. The very one which changed everything forever. Where, a receding smell of yours, still lingers. I think it’s your perfume I can smell. And then suddenly, an avalanche of beautiful light floods my eyes completely. It blinds me for a moment. And then it’s gone, and the intense pain starts all over again.
I drown the whiskey in me, in one gulp. The throat feels a sudden sting and yet I can’t make sense of any of this. It is a ritual that my mind follows, and on which I absolutely have no control. It is just like walking the streets with her. She would let you hold her hand but not quite guide her through. And you’d still love her for doing that. I pour myself another drink, smiling.
As the whiskey hits me numb I slide under the sheets, undetected. I always try not to disturb them when they are sleeping. Closing my eyes I think to myself, “.. but your perfume… it still lingers on me.”
I stand up and let my stupor guide me around the room for a while. Grabbing the whiskey, I pour some in a glass. Desperate to burn my throat back to sense, I stand there looking out at the busy street, some 15 storeys down. Not sure if “this is just a feeling” that I have, I try to shake myself out of this stupor. Yet again, nothing happens. I can hear a buzz in my ears. But then, I think it’s been there for some time now.
All I keep seeing are flashes of a distant place. And I can’t recognize the faces in these as well. Flashes, I’m sure, that belong to a different place and time. Sometimes I think I see a lot of younger people in them. They all seem happy.
And the next thing I know is I have been taken back to that morning. The very one which changed everything forever. Where, a receding smell of yours, still lingers. I think it’s your perfume I can smell. And then suddenly, an avalanche of beautiful light floods my eyes completely. It blinds me for a moment. And then it’s gone, and the intense pain starts all over again.
I drown the whiskey in me, in one gulp. The throat feels a sudden sting and yet I can’t make sense of any of this. It is a ritual that my mind follows, and on which I absolutely have no control. It is just like walking the streets with her. She would let you hold her hand but not quite guide her through. And you’d still love her for doing that. I pour myself another drink, smiling.
As the whiskey hits me numb I slide under the sheets, undetected. I always try not to disturb them when they are sleeping. Closing my eyes I think to myself, “.. but your perfume… it still lingers on me.”
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Perfume has reached : Hotel "RAWANDA"
sorry guys,
Perfume was the topic suggested to me but the case that i am referring to much more important than to have a write up over imaginary things!!!!
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Hotel Rawanda : forget it, now remember : Hotel Golf
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Date : 18/12/2010
Place: Abidjan
Country: Ivory Coast
Part I: Ivory Coast :
"somewhere on the other side of the globe,where the sand is as brighter as ours is, where people are the same as we are, where one third population stays below poverty line as ours is.......................................People are tortured, massacred and life is everywhere on streets in the form of blood, flesh ......
I am talking about Ivory Coast, small african country which is on the verge of another civil uprising again.
A country which earned its freedom in 1960 from french claws! Led by Mr.Houphouët-Boigny who ruled as president from independence in 1960, managed the balance of ethnic mix and religious sentiments of the ethnic groups cleverly and changed the face of this small african nation. Ivory Coast was the most developed african nation by the end of 70s with huge exports of cocoa, coffee. will you believe, Ivory Coast maintained its economic growth rate at 10% for 2 decades from 1960 to 1980. But it was followed by draught & further dissent which crippled the agriculture led economic growth and resulted in huge inflation and uprising of opposition. The old & feeble president died in 1993, & thus the one-time African success story was fraying at the edges.
The void space infuriated clashes over the succession for the presidential post!!!
Part II: Who's Who?
1) Laurent Gbagbo : Culprit
The president, a former history professor, became one of the first politicians to challenge the country’s first president, Félix Houphouët-Boigny. Imprisoned in the 1970s, he later lived in exile in France. In a hotly contested election in 2000 he ousted coup-maker Robert Guei. Repeated delays to planned polls allowed him to remain in office long after his term expired in 2005.
Illegally positioned himself as president from 2005 till date and has defied all attempts of international community to bring in peace in the nation.
2)Charles Blé Goudé : Butcher with Brain
One of Laurent Gbagbo’s most notorious supporters, Mr Blé Goudé’s Jeune Patriotes militia is able to draw thousands of armed men on to the streets. Mr Blé Goudé, who is known for his anti-French and anti-immigrant rhetoric, & his ability to rage anger against the non-ivorian ethnic groups, is under UN sanctions for his role in organising and leading anti-French and anti-northerner violence in the country in 2004.
He is the main aide in the problem.
3) Alassane Ouattara : Waiting for Justice
Former economist at the International Monetary Fund who served as prime minister 1990-93. A Muslim from the north, Mr Ouattara was barred from contesting elections after a court ruled that his mother was a Burkina Faso national. Draws support from northern region still held by rebels since the 2002-03 civil war and almost universally acknowledged abroad as the rightful president following last month’s polls.
Part III: Hotel Rawanda coming again!!!
U remeber, movie Hotel Rawanda in which Paul Rusesabagina (played Don Cheadle), the manager of the Sabena Hôtel des Mille Collines. the manager saves lives of people trapped inside the hotel which was surrounded by Hutu rebels who were searching Tutsi refugees to kill, or to massacre.
On the same line, there is a hotel in the city of Abidjan which is giving refuge to the presidential candidate Mr.Alassane Ouattara.
Name of the hotel is "Hotel Golf" http://www.golfhotel-ci.com/default_en.aspx
As per the reports that arrived yesterday, some 600 UN peace keeping soldiers were guarding the hotel from the militia of the president. As a precautionary measure they had put up razor wires all around the hotel & put up a tank at one of the corner of the hotel to retaliate any onslaught from rebel militias.....
Part IV: Are we expecting something ?
Nicolas Sarkozy, has tried his best, UN, USA are going to put up sanctions over Ivory Coast. Robert Mugabe tried to intermediate in the fray but failed. Entire african nations & the international community wants peace there...........wants the situation to be placated asap but is this possible?
Answer is in the future & which is uncertain.....Lets Hope for the Best!!!!
as it is said for the Ivory Coast warriors :
" It’s in their core: to fight to the death "
............
can it be changed as
"Don't fight, Live & Let Live!!!!
Courtesy:
wikipedia
todayonline.com
google images
Friday, December 17, 2010
Week 2 Challenge
19th December to 25th December 2010
Mods: Susrita & Priyanka
Topics for this week :
Mods: Susrita & Priyanka
Topics for this week :
- Strawberry Fields Forever (Deadline: 11:59 PM, Monday, 20th Dec)
- A Couple Enters a Retail Store (11:59 PM, Wednesday, 22nd Dec)
- Back in Black (11:59 PM, Saturday, 25th Dec)
- Each participant will need to post on each of the following topics, number of words not exceeding 1000.
- No limits on the number of photographs or other media used to connect to the topic; proper attribution, though, is must.
- Do adhere to the deadlines given beside each of the topics.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Gone is 60 seconds II vin says:"never believe in time"
time : 11:27 am
place: Bed no. 3, A-412, Symbiosis Infotech campus
Season : Holiday season
What next ????
yippppieeeeee, absolutely free & nothing to do!!!! thats why writing this page :P
I wana kill Ayon for this topic, gone is 60 sec???
i don't know what can be done in this lil span of time, absolutely nothing!
chalo, let me think about it and write something....
hmmmm....what can i think of in next 60 sec...time starts now...
mummy, bhai , tanu, allahabad, pune, chandigarh, kamlesh, manish, ayaon,
binu......phew...!!!(i could write this much in 60 sec, sad)
anyways, i will keep 6 mins in my kitty & feel it as 60 sec...
"it all started yesterday, with Manish Raghuvanshi...he has a basic problem of
something or everything stopping in his esophagus that is the food pipe, while gulping.
so we went to Aditya Birla Hospital for check up and endoscopy!
so all set for a hospital ride? yeah!
" Manish was given a small robe to wear before the process and then i was told that
its a matter of mints and it will finish off in 5-6 mins..i said OKK!
then the wait started, 5 mins, 15 mins, 25 mins............45 mins & phew, then after i lost counts............finally i asked the ward boy the whereabouts of Manish.
he replied in marathi, "aato re baba, 5 mins aur!!!
Finally, manish arrived,
almost unconscious, with oxygen pipe in nose & blood on the bed-sheet!!!!
i was amazed to see this and certainly worried about him,i was expecting him in better condition than this, he eyes were scantily open with loads of weary stretches over face as if he is in much pain......
i asked how are you,?
with little smile he answered,
"Buss Jaaan le hi lee thi, kisi terah se bachh gaya"
hmmmm, then there was a big laugh in the room!!!
you know, if you can smile in pain, you are the conquerer of the world..!
i mean it, alexander dint had this quality so he lost!!!!
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finally we were done with all......returned back to base ie, Hostel and i came back with some teachings, lessons:
"Never believe in time"
when it says, 6o sec, it may be 60 mins !
so, keep in mind, if you allow time to dive you, you are gone...so try to bend time according to your wish!!
Learn to stand tall, when it is difficult to stand!
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finally will take another 60 sec to finish up things,
pakka i will write something good and will be prepared for the next topic!
ha ha ha !!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Gone in 60 Seconds - The Commercial Story || Ion
For me, the earliest memory of television commercials dates back to the mid-nineties of the last century. The Cricket World Cup had come down to the Indian subcontinent for the first time and I remember very short films with good looking people endorsing colas and cooking oils, being aired after every couple of overs bowled during those matches. A six-foot Ian Bishop coolly holding up the classic bottle of Coke or a much smaller Sanjay Manjrekar roughing it up on a whitewater raft endorsing Four Square Cigarettes are some of the very vivid images that come to my mind when I look back at the TV Advertisement scenario of the 90’s.
More than a decade has passed and the advertising scenario has only become far more complex. With the number of brands with footprints in “cross-media” advertising growing exponentially, the TV commercials segment has only grown to become fiercely competitive. A direct consequence being the exorbitant increase in the amount of money charged by some of the leading TV channels for the slots available for commercials.Prime time slots are now way out of reach of small or medium sized businesses. Only the major players can afford to air their commercials in these overtly coveted slots these days. With the pay-TV subscribers’ count crossing 70 million Indian homes, coupled with their ever increasing market dominance (both in terms of their Top lines as well as Bottom lines), these major MNCs hardly seem bothered by the sky rocketing advertisement charges charged by some of the TV channels.
In fact, the alarming thing is the fact that if you did the Math right, the “exorbitant fees” charged for these TV commercial slots would only seem justified. For example, a prime time 10 second slot during an India-Pakistan Cricket match is likely to cost anything near 5 Lacs. Now, even if the number of viewers is only 150 million, the net charge per run of the commercial per thousand viewers comes to a meager 3 Rupees and 30 Paise only. A win-win for both the company and the TV channel.
Historically, the NFL’s Super Bowl in the US has been home to the most high profile TV commercials. In fact, a 30 second slot in this year’s Super Bowl is expected to cost around 2.6 Million US Dollars. CRAZY! But what drives Companies to shell out 2.6 Million USD for a 30 second advertisement slot? Simply put, it is the sheer aura created around the finals of arguably the favourite sport in the US. Being one of the most widely watched events, the Super Bowl is watched by not less than 90 Million US viewers. In fact, such is the stage created that these particular Super Bowl commercials are created to be a spectacle in themselves. Created on humongous budgets and often directed by Hollywood veterans, these specially made commercials belong to a class of their own.
One such Commercial was the one aired during the ’84 Super Bowl finals by Apple, introducing the Macintosh to the world. This particular commercial is considered to be the most renowned and successful Super Bowl Ad ever. And hence, it obviously has the most fascinating story attached to it. Created on a budget of 800000 USD in 1983, this one had been directed by none other than Ridley Scott. Although this ad was all set to become a show- stealer at the ’84 Super Bowls, only a single 60 second slot was booked for it for a price of 800000 USD. And even though being made at such a huge budget, the executives on Apple’s Board were dismayed when it was shown to them. In fact, they advised the management NOT to air it at all. But, finally when the time came, the decision to air the ad was left to the VP of Marketing William V. Campbell and Executive VP of Marketing and Sales E. Floyd Kvamme. Luckily, they decided to go ahead with it. The Mac Ad was aired during the first commercial break after the second half kick-offs and the rest, as the cliché goes, is history.
But, the most fascinating thing about this particular Ad is the fact that it was aired nationally only ONCE!
And the Deal: A crunch situation in the Super Bowl finals, with 90 Million viewers watching, Apple introduces The Mac in style, and only 60 seconds of fame, all yours for only 1600000 USD……I’m sold! Gone in Sixty Seconds flat!
check out the original ad here :
Cheers,
Ion
More than a decade has passed and the advertising scenario has only become far more complex. With the number of brands with footprints in “cross-media” advertising growing exponentially, the TV commercials segment has only grown to become fiercely competitive. A direct consequence being the exorbitant increase in the amount of money charged by some of the leading TV channels for the slots available for commercials.Prime time slots are now way out of reach of small or medium sized businesses. Only the major players can afford to air their commercials in these overtly coveted slots these days. With the pay-TV subscribers’ count crossing 70 million Indian homes, coupled with their ever increasing market dominance (both in terms of their Top lines as well as Bottom lines), these major MNCs hardly seem bothered by the sky rocketing advertisement charges charged by some of the TV channels.
In fact, the alarming thing is the fact that if you did the Math right, the “exorbitant fees” charged for these TV commercial slots would only seem justified. For example, a prime time 10 second slot during an India-Pakistan Cricket match is likely to cost anything near 5 Lacs. Now, even if the number of viewers is only 150 million, the net charge per run of the commercial per thousand viewers comes to a meager 3 Rupees and 30 Paise only. A win-win for both the company and the TV channel.
Historically, the NFL’s Super Bowl in the US has been home to the most high profile TV commercials. In fact, a 30 second slot in this year’s Super Bowl is expected to cost around 2.6 Million US Dollars. CRAZY! But what drives Companies to shell out 2.6 Million USD for a 30 second advertisement slot? Simply put, it is the sheer aura created around the finals of arguably the favourite sport in the US. Being one of the most widely watched events, the Super Bowl is watched by not less than 90 Million US viewers. In fact, such is the stage created that these particular Super Bowl commercials are created to be a spectacle in themselves. Created on humongous budgets and often directed by Hollywood veterans, these specially made commercials belong to a class of their own.
One such Commercial was the one aired during the ’84 Super Bowl finals by Apple, introducing the Macintosh to the world. This particular commercial is considered to be the most renowned and successful Super Bowl Ad ever. And hence, it obviously has the most fascinating story attached to it. Created on a budget of 800000 USD in 1983, this one had been directed by none other than Ridley Scott. Although this ad was all set to become a show- stealer at the ’84 Super Bowls, only a single 60 second slot was booked for it for a price of 800000 USD. And even though being made at such a huge budget, the executives on Apple’s Board were dismayed when it was shown to them. In fact, they advised the management NOT to air it at all. But, finally when the time came, the decision to air the ad was left to the VP of Marketing William V. Campbell and Executive VP of Marketing and Sales E. Floyd Kvamme. Luckily, they decided to go ahead with it. The Mac Ad was aired during the first commercial break after the second half kick-offs and the rest, as the cliché goes, is history.
But, the most fascinating thing about this particular Ad is the fact that it was aired nationally only ONCE!
And the Deal: A crunch situation in the Super Bowl finals, with 90 Million viewers watching, Apple introduces The Mac in style, and only 60 seconds of fame, all yours for only 1600000 USD……I’m sold! Gone in Sixty Seconds flat!
check out the original ad here :
Cheers,
Ion
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Writer's Block "can we break this Blockade?"...asks Vinod
Hi guys,
First of all, I apologize for my late response to the first topic....the reasons are many :
1. I was not well.
2. My lappi crashed.
3. I was upset with my galfriend going out for a movie, without me!!
4. I was not ready with some stuffs to put up here...........phew so many!!!!
Actually,
I am a laggard, lethargic and lazyness personified!!!!
well come back to "Writer's Block"!!!!
Comeon lets see, few headlines in newspaper for different places:
A) New Delhi
"18 year old gal, abducted and gang raped in a moving car in Mongolpuri area".
B) Pune
"Lady on a business conference in Lonavala, raped by the worker of Resort"
C) Pune
" MBA student from Balaji Society committed suicide last night"
hmmmm...........interestingly all incidents were related to gals!!!
sadly, in a country where Godesses are worshipped, where the source of power, source of education, source of wealth all are governed by Godeses......certainly its a
shame for our so called civic society!!
now lets see what was the difference between all three incidents:
Case I: New Delhi
"A gal was on the way to pick her mother from a factory in Mongolpuri industrial area alongwith her friend. Few drunk guys were going by their car n they put up ugly comments to her. she revokes against and finally an angry exchange of words happens.
then the guys decide to punish her!
the punishment is more than the Extreme Punishment....ie, RAPE!!!
I am so happy to see that those boys were brave and had guts to punish that gal....& i will come back to them at the end of this writeup.!
Case II : Pune/ Lonavala
A business executive visits a resort in Lonavala for business conference and interestingly, was allegedly raped by the workers over there.....
Kudos to workers who taught a lesson to that Lady who came over there alone for a meeting!!!
Case III: Balaji Inst/Pune
A young lady commits suicide because she was out of placements as her attendance was short....
Interesting case, suicide coz you are Red listed from placements, cool.......kudos to her brave effort!!!
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Moral of the story so far:
a) Gals, believe it or not, Pune is as dangerous as Delhi is!!!
b) Bloody boys from Delhi/Pune donot have courage to face the challenges of life, so
to ease off frustration, targeting gals??? what a crap....God save us!!
I just believe, the convicts should not be put up behind bars, but actually they should be given capital punishment or even worse to put up an example!!!
c) Gals, dont be crazy behind money, getting job after MBA is not the end of it, but this is start of life...
everybody cant have a jump start straightaway.......but there are instances that once you ride the steep slope, you get the most gentle surface to walk upon!!!!
so keep your morale high.............be stronger!!!!
Advice to Management Instt......."Grow up guys,,,,don't act as a jailor but as a mentor who guides to success not suicides"
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All above instances, have shattered me, they blocked my head for a moment due to rush of thoughts!!!!
BUt, now the blockade is broken,,,,,,n my mind is free to abuse the convicts, f**k them up!!!! (sorry)
N i want all gals to feel free to roam, free to smile without fear!!!!!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Writers Block .. "Write for Change" || Susrita
"I never believed in writing. I mean whats the point in writing down something when you change your mind the next instant. And who is reading? People love to criticize. Why should I take hate for free? Writing is not important!"
My thoughts reflect a basic prejudice in the society. As humans we love oral communication. Many people resent the power of writing as they believe it will go unread. Or what they write will be subject to criticism. But have you ever noticed that when people become serious about communication, they want it in writing. Guess writing still is in more power than other forms of communication. The power of writing is accessible to anyone who desires. It requires no special talent, skills or experience -- only a willingness to explore moments of ecstasy and moments of despair, critical illness and crucial life choice, psychological healing and spiritual discovery.
I recently saw a movie on a real life education project. An amazing true story of strength, courage, and achievement in the face of adversity. In the fall of 1994, in Room 203 at Woodrow Wilson High School in Long Beach, California, an idealistic twenty-four-year-old teacher named Erin Gruwell faced her first group of students, dubbed by the administration as "unteachable, at-risk" teenagers. The class was a diverse mix of African-American, Latino, Cambodian, Vietnamese, and Caucasian students, many of whom had grown up in rough neighborhoods in Long Beach. In the first few weeks of class, the students made it clear that they were not interested in what their teacher had to say, and made bets about how long she would last in their classroom.
Erin however realized that her students were all too familiar with violence. She introduced each student to keep his or her own anonymous diary, recording tormenting stories of drug use, struggles with physical and mental abuse, and reactions to Erin and her unconventional teaching methods. From the moment they named themselves "The Freedom Writers," in honor of the Civil Rights leaders, the Freedom Riders, the students of Room 203 changed from a group of apathetic, frustrated students to a closely knit, motivated family. Many Freedom Writers were the first in their families to graduate high school and go to college.
The Freedom writers Diary was published in 1999. Erin and her Freedom writers started the Freedom Foundation. Writing reinforced the Freedom Writers' beliefs that voices can be heard, change is possible, and that their words have the power to affect people throughout the world.
The Freedom writers Diary was published in 1999. Erin and her Freedom writers started the Freedom Foundation. Writing reinforced the Freedom Writers' beliefs that voices can be heard, change is possible, and that their words have the power to affect people throughout the world.
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| Erin Gruwell & The Freedom Writers |
Writer’s Block – An Urban Tale || Priyanka
A blank screen with three words at the upper left corner: Due at 11:59:59 PM.
A look at the time and Sara wipes her brow once again and lets out a sigh, which immediately freezes in the cold Brooklyn loft she shared with four other “wannabes”. 20 more minutes.
What to write?
The editor seemed really pleased with her portfolio. But then who wouldn’t be?
It was the perfect world in there: a series of stories on a Southern Belle who grew up on a sun-kissed ranch, went out on pony-rides alone since she was 6 and fell in love with the neighborhood’s most promising gentleman at 10. Thanksgiving dinners with a table for 40 and glittering Balls where she waltzed away with her Prince Charming till the moon went down.
She could write more of the same stuff… but her editor wanted something, what did she say? ... something.. “Un-Disney”.
She could write about being born without a father’s name, about a little girl waiting at the playground for her turn to ride the swing... a 10 yr old trying to make out the letters of her mother’s name in the ER where she was dying of being poor and cold and homeless. She might mention the poor orphan being sent to a school where she found more broken dolls like her, all broken beyond repair… how she learnt to find her way through the heartless world where no one was looking out for her. She could possibly also do something on a teenaged girl being pushed into drugs by a friend.. the nights full of colors floating around her... and her downward spiral from there to the day she sold off one of her kidneys to get high and.. to forget the pain.
No, but they would be too dark for a magazine audience. Something more inspirational maybe…
How about putting a turn on these grim storylines, yeah, that’s what they are.. uh-huh.. STORYLINES..!
The Southern Belle again.. she’s loses her father in a war and is heartbroken. Her family breaks up over property and she and her mother are homeless, roaming the streets of a big, bad city. The mother gets a job at a book shop and the girl gets into a school… she learns to read and write and becomes very learned till one day, she joins her own father’s company. And as she struggles to regain the lost empire, her mother dies a cold, lonely death in an ER.. no! Why bring an ER here.. it does not make any sense!
The writing needs a hint of romance.. yeah.. the childhood friend who promised he’ll always wait for her.. he joins her in the war against the evil cousins! And finally the day dawns when she returns to her family mansion and restores all the former glory to her mother, and lives happily ever after…
Another peek at the wrist watch with the broken strap and a shiver runs down her spine."3 more minutes. And I’m back on Disney-ness.. ugh!! I’ll never get this job… Let me turn in whatever @#$% I wrote.”
A week later, a package arrives at the doorstep of the run-down loft in downtown Brooklyn addressed to “Ms. Sara” .. it contained her letter of appointment as the columnist for Femme, a leading women’s magazine in the state and a cheque too.
Sara, needless to say was relieved. She could finally pay the rent for a better place and get away, not just mentally but also physically, from the druggies she had for room-mates.
She stepped out into the December snow, strangely feeling free of all the blocks she had in put up her mind. The blocks had been put up as a means to hold her past away from her present; but slowly over time, they began to take shape as her. They were the foundation for her future now... the building blocks.
She decided to go visit the father she never had at the mental asylum he was in. She stopped over at Joe’s for a turkey sandwich for him.. after all, Thanksgiving was only a few days past.
"I do have a lot to be thankful for!", she said touching her lower abdomen.
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The writer claims she completed the story in less than 20 mins and was suffering from a bad case of Writer's Block aggravated by a bout of runny nose. Rotten tomatoes (or other vegetables), therefore, are to be saved for later. More of such irrelevant stuff at http://pri-amble.blogspot.com/
Writer's Block || Ion
I don’t think I have stumbled upon a Writer’s Block, ever in life. But, sometimes I simply lose track of my ideas after I have written a line like “… I have absolutely no problems with spicy 'Kolhapuri' chicken. I'am just worried that the water in the pan might just come to a boil the next morning …”
For me a writer’s block is just one of those amusing things. Simply put, that’s because I am not a writer. I love to call myself a simple human being who’s partially in control of his senses in a way that serves his sanity with decent doses of pride and humility. So, sometimes when I’m too scared to wake up my roommates in the middle of the night to tell them about one of my “eureka moments”, I generally end up writing. That’s how I write, rarely and unexpectedly. But that is hardly the point of today’s discussion. So here is what I feel about a Writer’s Block.
When i try and think about a Writer’s Block, the first thing that comes to my mind is the image of a constipated poet. Something I call the there-but-not-quite-there phenomena. One can only imagine the frustration. But here I am, going through one myself, doing just that. It is a funny thing to have, really.
I usually try and think of nice words that will impress you with the very first line that you’ve read. And, not just nice words, they ought to be funny as well because I also have to collect those brownie points from you. But I’m still not there because apart from being nice and funny, these also have to have an aesthetic appeal so that they really gel well with the nice formatting that I have already thought of. And, Oh! It will be an add on if a few of these words also go by the English Dictionary, both individually as well as when arranged together in some form of a combination. Mighty difficult stuff, huh! And after having spent an hour or so on the very first line I have again done the inevitable: completely forgotten what the whole idea was all about. All in all, it becomes Jack Black’s rock show. CRAZY!
I am not a good reader either. Even though my reading exploits do cover a little more than the about me sections of peoples’ profiles on social networking sites, I have hardly ever looked beyond the sports section of the newspaper. The good thing about this is the fact that it hardly ever makes me feel guilty of having systematically murdered English language with sentences like “hw u doin ma man…” or “chck out tht rack man.. cmpltly dope! ” I mean, where are the Police? I don’t see any.
But even Will Shakespeare in the movie ‘Shakespeare in Love’ has been shown suffering from a Writer’s Block, but eventually ends up having an affair with the very hot Viola (played by Gwneth Paltrow). Not a bad deal, huh! So, there is hope, still!
But the best thing about going through a writer’s block is the fact that it leaves you with a chance to look life in the eyes and smile a few extra smiles. And all of this is only until a sudden avalanche of thoughts in your head gains enough momentum putting the constipation to rest.
So, I sincerely hope that you all have a great Writer’s Block!
cheers,
IoN
For me a writer’s block is just one of those amusing things. Simply put, that’s because I am not a writer. I love to call myself a simple human being who’s partially in control of his senses in a way that serves his sanity with decent doses of pride and humility. So, sometimes when I’m too scared to wake up my roommates in the middle of the night to tell them about one of my “eureka moments”, I generally end up writing. That’s how I write, rarely and unexpectedly. But that is hardly the point of today’s discussion. So here is what I feel about a Writer’s Block.
When i try and think about a Writer’s Block, the first thing that comes to my mind is the image of a constipated poet. Something I call the there-but-not-quite-there phenomena. One can only imagine the frustration. But here I am, going through one myself, doing just that. It is a funny thing to have, really.
I usually try and think of nice words that will impress you with the very first line that you’ve read. And, not just nice words, they ought to be funny as well because I also have to collect those brownie points from you. But I’m still not there because apart from being nice and funny, these also have to have an aesthetic appeal so that they really gel well with the nice formatting that I have already thought of. And, Oh! It will be an add on if a few of these words also go by the English Dictionary, both individually as well as when arranged together in some form of a combination. Mighty difficult stuff, huh! And after having spent an hour or so on the very first line I have again done the inevitable: completely forgotten what the whole idea was all about. All in all, it becomes Jack Black’s rock show. CRAZY!
I am not a good reader either. Even though my reading exploits do cover a little more than the about me sections of peoples’ profiles on social networking sites, I have hardly ever looked beyond the sports section of the newspaper. The good thing about this is the fact that it hardly ever makes me feel guilty of having systematically murdered English language with sentences like “hw u doin ma man…” or “chck out tht rack man.. cmpltly dope! ” I mean, where are the Police? I don’t see any.
But even Will Shakespeare in the movie ‘Shakespeare in Love’ has been shown suffering from a Writer’s Block, but eventually ends up having an affair with the very hot Viola (played by Gwneth Paltrow). Not a bad deal, huh! So, there is hope, still!
But the best thing about going through a writer’s block is the fact that it leaves you with a chance to look life in the eyes and smile a few extra smiles. And all of this is only until a sudden avalanche of thoughts in your head gains enough momentum putting the constipation to rest.
So, I sincerely hope that you all have a great Writer’s Block!
cheers,
IoN
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Week 1 Challenge
Mods: Ayan & Vinod
Topics for this week :
Rules: Each participant will need to write a post on each of the following topics (number of words shouldn't exceed 1000, a maximum of two photographs and preferably of small sizes, can accompany each of your posts) please adhere to the deadlines given beside each of the topics. Please do not post an article if the deadline given for that particular article has expired.
Happy Blogging!
Topics for this week :
- Writer’s Blog (Deadline: 11:59 PM, Monday, 13th Dec)
- Gone in 60 Seconds (11:59 PM, Wednesday, 15th Dec)
- Perfume(11:59 PM, Saturday, 18th Dec)
Rules: Each participant will need to write a post on each of the following topics (number of words shouldn't exceed 1000, a maximum of two photographs and preferably of small sizes, can accompany each of your posts) please adhere to the deadlines given beside each of the topics. Please do not post an article if the deadline given for that particular article has expired.
Happy Blogging!
