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Home of the ramblings of a troubled soul who has a lot on his mind and believes in the power of words to be the best anesthetic. One can wish for no better reason to write than to soothe a troubled soul. Writing is not a, mere, hobby; it's an exercise that keeps one in the right state of mind by getting rid of all the junk that they've got stored up in their heads. Just like our homes, our minds need to be cleared of junk every once in a while. Some achieve clearance through talking, some through concentrating and some through...writing! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
Actress Tiffani Thiessen, born on this day in 1974, once said "When you interact with someone you always take something from them." What is something you've been able to take with you from any of your fellow challengers so far this month, and how have you been inspired by each other? As the 30 DBC approaches its end, I'd take this opportunity to mention the writers and their writings that I still remember reading. I'm not really good at remembering stuff, so the list will probably have only an item or two. But here it goes: Schnujo is Late to Lannister  and the entry about the Were-Unicorn. We had to create a New Year's tradition and she absolutely nailed it. I still remember it so well, because it's the most creative entry that I've read thus far, I guess.Lostwordsmith  and her poem. I found it the best. It was, perhaps, the one that was the most organized and logical of all, lol. Again, the sample size was the poems that I'd read.paddy1 and Lego Land. God! I wanna visit that place one day. Until I do, just know that I'll always be jealous of you, mate  SB Musing  and 'Sherlock', certainly. I actually remember a lot of her writings, probably because of the fact that they, unprecedentedly, feel personal to me. I can relate A LOT to the stuff she says.Choconut ~ House Targaryen  and how a bag made her go against her New Year's Resolution. It was one of those which people could relate to. We all have got weaknesses, haven't we?WakeUpAndLive️~🚬🚭2024  and the entry about how attractiveness matters more than we may imagine. I guess that we should be realistic and accept the facts. Attractiveness might not 'matter' to me, but it matters to the world that I live in. The world would be much easier to face if I just learn to deal with it, in my opinion.Jay O'Toole  and the entry about the time capsule. He has really strong beliefs and is very committed to what he believes in. For this, he'll always have my regard and respect.And last but not the least, the writer who affected me the most was Kit of House Lannister  . Her argument against the prompt, 'There are no such things as bad experiences', changed my perspective on the matter. I'd like to appreciate her for sharing such a negative memory with complete strangers, like me. It must have been really tough for her to remember and write about such adverse moments and evil people. I'd also like to thank her for teaching me something about life. You don't get such life lessons taught everyday. I'll always remember the stranger who had a deep impact on my opinions about a matter. May you have a wonderful life.Sorry for my poor memory, but this all that I remember, sadly. I hope that I was better at remembering stuff  But none the less, I've been inspired, deeply, by all of these people and more. Everyone who was a part of 30 DBC inspired me in a unique way, whether I remember it or not. Every entry and every comment contributed to the person that I am today, in one way or the other. Thank you everyone  |
The Sunday News! Seven WDC authors were just promoted to Moderator status! ("Note: Congratulations to...") Visit one of their ports and review one of their items...and in your entry here, now would be a good time to tell us what your goals are for being with WDC (whether you're a newbie or someone who's been around the block awhile). I joined WDC about an year back. That was the time when I just wanted to start writing, but didn't know where to. I was a below average writer back then (may be still am), who wanted to embark on a journey of writing, reading, being read and, of course improving along the way. It was by my good fortune that I found WDC, on Google of course, and I haven't looked back since. When I first joined, my sole aim was to become a better writer. I found some great people here who helped me A LOT with this. Articles, short stories, poetry, essays- you name it. This place had experts on everything, and I felt like I was improving everyday. I formed a few bonds with people along the way, too and learned things that I wouldn't have if I hadn't found this amazing place. Almost an year has passed now, and I'm a much better writer than I was back then. My goals have changed too. Now, I don't just wish to be a better writer, but I also wish to be a published writer. It's a big ask, I know, but hey! I'll never know if I don't try right? I don't have ambitions of earning Merit Badges or Awardicons, sadly, but I do wish to win contest, especially the WDC Official Contest. I've entered it a few times, came really close once too, but always came short. But no worries, I'll win it one of these months, I'm sure. My major goal here on WDC is to be in a state of, what the Japanese call, 'Kaizen'. Kaizen means 'continuous improvement'. I just wish to improve my writing skills continuously in order to achieve my dream of getting published one day. I also wish, astonishingly, to befriend people here. It's a new feeling for me, but I feel that people here are WAY better than the people around me. The people here, I feel, are like me. People like Schnujo is Late to Lannister SB Musing and a few others are already on my 'Favorites List', lol. I wish to meet a lot more who are awesome like them, or ever more awesome who knows?  I don't know about the future, but for the past year WDC has been my home, and the people here have been no less than family. I just hope that it stays this way! And here's the review: Review of "What Do We Know?"  |
Creation Saturday! Describe how any personality trait would/could look as a physical characteristic, and create a character who embodies or uses this to his/her advantage. The personality trait that shows the most as a physical characteristic, in my opinion, is 'introversion'. I'm not talking about the kind of phony introversion that, almost, everyone claims to be a victim of. I'm talking about actual introversion, beholders of which are called...STRANGE. And why not? Getting nervous around people, having trouble in talking, being poor at maintaining eye contacts, having to think twice before talking to someone, always having stuff left unsaid, always having a crush but never someone special, preferring to be, or at times left, alone. A person with all these qualities would certainly be...strange, no? Yes, they'd be. But what would you call someone who has embraced these qualities, or hardships, depending upon your perspective? What would you call someone this...strange who takes pride in being strange? I don't know about you, but I'd call them, in this case 'him', DOCTOR STRANGE *inserts a music of trumpets*. You'll know when you see a Doctor Strange, trust me. You'll find him at home and never at parties. You'll find that he doesn't make eye contacts while talking and that he's confident about it, not because he's lying but simply because he knows that he is who he is. You'll find that he has the best taste in music and movies, because he doesn't waste his time with classless people, but instead uses it in discovering the class of the past. You'll notice that he's always quiet, but always has the nicest things to say. If you actually take out sometime and reach out to him, you'll understand his talks are way more profound, and funny at the same time, than your average normal people. You'll be surprised at how much he knows but doesn't show. You'll notice that he prefers to place an order online instead of calling for it, simply because he doesn't like calling and isn't shy about it. You'll find that he knows what he's saying because he thinks twice before saying it. You'll observe that he leaves stuff unsaid because he knows better, usually. And if you're really good at observing then you might find that he's never 'left' alone, rather he's always in solitude. You'll realize, if you observe closely, that Doctor Strange is, actually, the kind of strange that you, yourself, would want to be. But, common folks, Beware! Doctor Strange advises that these stunts are only to be performed by professionals and are not meant for everyone . It takes an, insanely, high level of self acceptance, sacrifice, disappointment, tears, waiting and effort to make the shift from the lonely, self pitying, socially awkward, s***less kid to the enviable Doctor Strange. The jump from loneliness to solitude is big. It's not everyone's cup of tea, maties You better leave it for the rare, capable, amazing, enigmatic and 'ACTUAL' introverts . |
Fun Fact Friday! On this day in 1885, the roller coaster was patented by L.A. Thompson. Tell us about a time you visited an amusement park. I've visited amusement parks too many times to remember, back when I was a kid. My cousins and I used to gather and visit different parks during our summer and winter vacations. It was something we all looked forward to back then, and no matter how repulsive amusement parks might seem to me today, it'd be a lie to say that these parks didn't amuse me back then. I've visited each park in my vicinity multiple times and so no memory really stands out...except for one. I was about ten years old when I visited an amusement park, here, with my cousins. The first ride that we wanted to take was called, 'The Crazy Bus'. It was a big, yellow bus that used to go up and down in a circular motion at great speed. The motion was repeated both forward and backwards. We bought the tickets and took the seats. The seats inside were very similar in appearance to the ones in a regular school bus. So, just like the school bus, we rushed to take the backseat so that we could all sit together. I still remember that I was sitting between my two female cousins, who were both elder than me. The horn was raised, as we braced ourselves. Then in a moment's time, the ride began. We all cheered as the bus went up and cringed as it came down, because of the ticklish sensation that it created. The cheers were loud and the cringes were sudden. This continued as the bus went up, down, up, down, up...and all of a sudden, it froze. The bus was left suspended in mid air because of a power failure. The cheer, that was already loud, became even louder, probably because of the strange thought that the ride would go on forever. The cheer was loud...really loud and those who weren't into it initially joined in too. But then, suddenly, the cheer was accompanied by the sobbing and screaming of a child. Everyone turned around to see what was going on and they were greeted by the sight of two teenage girls trying their best to calm down a gutless and s***less kid who was terrified of what was happening. And that kid was...well...me. I was scared to death and my screams of, "I want to get down. Help me! I'm going to die" or something like that were enough to turn the cheers off. I was, literally, screaming and crying and... I absolutely have no idea of what I was thinking at that moment, lol. My cousin whispered something like, "Shut up, everyone's watching" and what'd I do? I screamed even loudly of course. Before you know it, the back up power came on after like... two minutes may be. TWO MINUTES! I couldn't even hold my own for two minutes, lol. The bus stopped, people cheered, I cried, cheers stopped, I cried even more- all of this happened in mere two minutes. I never took the crazy bus ever again. The mere sight of it was enough to create fear in a...s***less kid like me, lol. And my cousins? Well...they've been using that incident to, literally, harass me every time we meet, even after more than ten years have passed, lol. The thought that I was so...scared once is really funny. This memory, though embarrassing, is one of my most treasured ones and it'll continue to remind me of how much I loved my cousins...a long time ago. Here's a video of the 'Crazy Bus'. Notice how it says 'One Way', lol No wonder I was so terrified! A ride is not supposed to write 'One Way' and then expect a ten year old to understand the pun intended. It wasn't my fault. They caused this, or so I like to believe [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] |
Normally a two- or three-sentence response to a blog prompt doesn't seem like much of a response to me (personal opinion, that's all)...but today, come up with a couple sentences using as many WDC emoticons in place of words as you can. Any subject, any topic, and they don't have to be related if you just wanna make up random sentences. Have some fun with this! *Bigsmile*      Batman loves Catwoman. 's  Batman's shy,   after  ing he runs crazy after seeing her. 1    One day he watered a fire.  for   Catwoman kissed him for good work.    He fell down, dead! |
What are some things you would put in a time capsule to be opened up one, twenty, and/or fifty years from now that shows the person you are today? Human nature is the greatest enigma in the world, and the fact that each is unique to the other just buttresses the truth that the enigma of human nature cannot be deciphered completely, ever. Even Alan Turing would've been left clueless if it came down to cracking this enigma to win the war. Turing's enigma was a puzzle for the entire world, but not for the Germans, who were its inventors and users. But the thing about our enigmas is that even we don't have the answers to our own enigmas. In short, even we don't know and understand ourselves completely (and yet we try to understand others, lol ). Complete books can be written about each and every one of us, but they still won't be enough to encapsulate us completely. "Why?" Because we are indescribable, that's why.There are no 'things' that can describe the person I am today, or if there are then I'm not aware of them. No 'thing' can aptly describe any person on this planet earth. There's always 'more' to people- more than we, or even they, realize. But still, I'd love to take a shot at this. What kind of a person am I today? Well, I am, simply, lost and confused. I have absolutely no idea about where my life is headed. The ditch between my current self and ideal self is getting wider and wider with each passing day. My perspectives change everyday. I have sleep problems, focus problems, social problems and eating problems and each and every day of my life seems like a drag. In a nutshell, I'm a complete mess at the moment from the inside, no matter how 'okay' I might appear to be, and I have absolutely no inkling of when things might start getting better, or even stop getting worse. The thing that can best describe me today, I guess, is a busted compass. The needle of such a compass keeps on spinning because it doesn't know which direction it's supposed to be pointing at. It's lost, just like me. But this doesn't mean that it lacks the potential to find its way. A little repair work, or even a few days on the table can set it straight and get it working better than a new compass, even. In time, it can rescue a sailor lost at sea...or anything else that you may think of. They say that your favorite movie tells a lot about you. Well, then I guess that I'll have to include a DVD of 'Before Sunrise' too. I'm not a big fan of romantic movies, but this movie IS MY FAVORITE and I'm not shy to announce it. Whenever I watch it (which is quite often) I feel like it's an imagery of my kind of love and friendship. What's the best way to love? Let things be and consider the time that you've got as a sacred gift, instead of trying to prolong it. So, a DVD of this romance classic is a must. May be the people of the future will get a feeling of what a classical and realistic love story is, as compared to the crappy idea of love that they show on the big screen, USUALLY, nowadays. I'd love to include my favorite book, 'The Forty Rules of Love' too. That book encapsulates, more or less, my feelings about religion and what it means to me. I'd wish for more people to read it in the future, to give them my (ultimately Elif Shafak's) idea of what religion is supposed to be in actual. The ideas might not be very...umm...popular to the conformists, but they have their own, distinct place. Necessary or not, religion is a reality and everyone should pay attention to it, whether they believe in it or not, I feel. I'd also put an MP3 of 'Take Me to Church' by Hozier. That song is, like, the best song that I've ever listened to. Its depth, profundity, lyrics, music, chorus and interpretations are matched by few. And it also brings into light things that are wrong with this world of ours, despite of all the claims of freedom and equality. From making love to religious bigotry, the spectrum of its interpretations is, certainly, vast and it'd be an injustice if the future earthlings were left deprived of it. And at last, but not the least, I'd put in a copy of my poem 'Under the Green'. It's my greatest work yet (no matter what the ratings might suggest) and I feel that the poem encapsulates my personality like nothing else.
"Words that are uttered from the heart, though wingless, have the flight to kiss the sky." |
What's your opinion on high school reunions? Have you gone to any? Why (or why not)? Imagine a place- a place from your past. A place from where you have at least a million of your treasured memories attached. A place that made a deep impact on your personality and who you're going to be. A place which saw you in the days of your innocence and where everyone you saw was innocent as well. A place from before your renaissance, where the days were bright and nights beautiful. A place from a time when you actually saw good in people- only good. Would you like to visit such a place from your dreams, or from a dream of your dreams? Or would you like to keep the past in the past? What do places mean anyway? What real significance do they hold? None, if you ask me. Places, though may they seem concrete, are abstract ideas in actual, if you ask me. A place is just a word that is empty and meaningless without 'people'. Yes, people are the ones who define a place, if you ask me. You never remember a place with beautiful architecture and crappy individuals as good, or do you? I, for one, don't. Here's the thing with people: we change, everyday. There are somethings inside of us that are constantly in the process of change, be it for the better or worse. Heraclitus said that you never step into same lake twice. Well, you never meet the same person twice either. Even if you meet someone for two straight, they still won't be the same. Something about them would have changed, because of something that'd happened to them in the past few hours. A song, a movie, a conversation, a feeling, an unintended glance, an event, a death...anything. We all go through events that change us, a bit, every single day of our lives. And when you multiply that by the number of days that have passed since you last saw them, I think that its safe to say that whenever you meet, you'll meet as two different individuals, who only share a few, blurred memories that are strengthened and beautified by nostalgia. Would I want to meet my old best friend from school again? No, I wouldn't. Why, you may ask? Well, that's because we had our time and now we both have moved on. There's no reason for our lives to coincide anymore, even if its just for a day. I'd never allow my beautiful childhood memories to be tarnished by a, potential, unpleasant interaction. Those memories and life events are the basis on which the edifice of my perspective and personality has been erected. It'd be a disaster if they were to be tarnished. They say that our favorite movies and songs have deep impressions on our personalities. My favorite movie is 'Before Sunrise'. I've always liked the idea of letting things be and not tarnishing pleasant memories with forced encounters. One time is enough if you do it right and, in my case, it was as good as it could've been. Some people and places are supposed to live on in your memories only, where they'll always be beautiful, innocent and same. There's a school reunion on the 29th of January. All of my friends will be attending but I won't be, for all the reasons mentioned above and more. What are the other reasons? This blog post's already really long, let's keep that for another day |
Actress Ethel Merman, born on this day back in 1908, once said "I can never remember being afraid of an audience. If the audience could do better, they'd be up here on stage and I'd be out there watching them." How does this quote relate to your blogging? Do you write for any particular audience? I can't really relate to this quote, to be honest. "If the audience could do better, they'd be up here on stage and I'd be out there watching them" isn't, quite, like my mindset. But I sure do wish that it was, because believe me, it'd have made things a whole lot easier for me. A reason to why I'm not like this is, probably, because I, at times, tend to believe that the audience IS better than me. If we set the blogging part aside for a moment, I really had trouble in telling people close to me that I write (I still do, but for different reasons). Apart from a handful, no one in my life, has ever known that I'm a casual writer. I've never really been able to understand why I do that, actually. A reason might be that I'm terrified of what they'd think of my work, if they do get to know about it. It's stupid, I know, but it's amongst my greatest fears. Because of this ever existent...block in my head, I didn't begin writing for a long time even though I'd wanted to, because I thought that I simply wasn't good enough to do it, like I think about myself for most other stuff. I always thought that writing HAS to be read by others, otherwise it's pointless (I now know that I was wrong). I was even hesitant about uploading my stuff here on this website, but the thought that this was a global website and the people who might end up reading my stuff would have no, real, significance in my life nor I in theirs, gave me the...guts to put up stuff here. In short, the idea of not having a real audience, that actually knew who I was, motivated me. About an year ago, I'd never have written the kind of stuff that I write today. They say that poetry has the potential to change a person's life and it did the same for me. I tried my hand at love poetry about an year back, when I was, well, not really feeling myself . Here's the poem, if anyone of you might want to read:
This made me realize something. I realized that the real audience to my writing was, actually, only me. No one could, possibly, understand what I mean when I write except for me. This caused a renaissance in my writing, I believe. The thought that I was my audience, evolved me. I no longer cared about what people thought about my writings, because I knew that they didn't know any better. That doesn't mean that I stopped caring about meaningful feedback though. There's a difference between the two. I'm sure you, writers, know what I'm trying to say here. I now write my stories, love poems, articles and now my blog with complete freedom, because I'm the one whom they're actually meant for. But I still wish for them to be read (every writer does) so I upload them to a writer's community where I know that people (sorry, most people ) UNDERSTAND what it means to write, usually. I still don't let the people in my life let in on my writing secret, but mostly because they don't, really, care about it. I'm still a bit bothered by the idea of what they might think of it, but I think that I'll eventually get over. But here on this website, it's no longer a fear of judgement holding me back and that has really liberated me and my writings from the idea of being liked. The same goes for my blog too. Everything here comes from the heart (when the prompt allows for it, lol ). Had I been writing it, say, an year ago, I'd barely have people checking it out because it'd have been devoid of feelings, emotions and experience. The fact that I'm not afraid of people reading my stuff is what leads to some people liking it.Sorry for this post being so long, but I just HAD to let this out. The prompt ignited a lot of emotions inside of me that were tough to ignore. |
I love McDonalds' Chicken McNuggets. I would probably still eat them if you pulled a gun on me. Your grubby gun-toting fingers won't dare pull a trigger on my enjoyment. What food item would make you stare down the barrel of a gun and be like "Nah bruh, I'm busy here on this..."? What food item would I continue eating if you pulled a gun on me? Hmm...that's a tough one. Just kidding, it's the easiest question ever. There's no food item, in the world, that I love enough to eat even in the face of death, sadly. I might even be happy in such a situation because it'd give me a chance to escape eating, lol. Here's the thing: I'm not a foodie. I don't love food, not even a little. Perhaps that's why I'm a twenty year old who weighs, merely, sixty kilograms. Sigh! I'm, almost, never busy with food. Food time is usually whenever I find some free time and ends as soon as I find something to do. "Eat to live and not live to eat" is my philosophy, no matter how unpopular it may be. Even gym is unable to motivate me to eat more and, as a result, my weight's usually constant around a mean, no matter how much weights on the bench press may increase. So, as a result of my unusual disinterest in food, I'm often asked by my parents if I'm feeling sick or if there's something that I'm hiding from them. There's actually A LOT that I hide, but it has nothing to do with me wanting to escape dinner, usually. But if you might ask me a food item that I'd choose over all others (I still won't eat it as an act of defiance in the face of death) then I'd say that it's 'Seekh Keema'. It is, kind of, barbecued minced meat. When it's served with 'naan', I go bonkers, at times, when I'm really hungry. If I had a choice, I'd choose to 'eat seekh keema to live', my entire life |
| Create a poem inspired from your entries this month. Any style or form (or none at all). Pull lines from all of your entries thus far and see what happens. Obviously you're free to add/subtract words from lines that don't seem to fit the narrative you've come across when compiling your thoughts; this isn't meant to be a summary of the month to date, but a writing exercise. I want to pick a guitar; sing through my lips, as I'm writing through my finger tips. I'm trying to find a home and blend, while my friend's chilling with his girlfriend. I can stand governments telling about my body, but with some hot tea and some rhapsody. With technology, I don't want to entangle, also beware of the Bermuda triangle. I dream of marrying Athena, and also of seeing John Cena. I ain't weak 'cause I'm so thin, I devour Miss Universe with a grin. I don't have problems with internet addiction, the best part about me is disorganization. Voices keep on shouting in my head, I just want to play guitar with Ed. I'm a hundred and twenty years old, but to cheat, I'm not bold. I'm struggling and struggling bad, New Year resolutions just make me sad. This poem is useless and lacks flow, and is disorganized like my portfolio. This poem's a wreck, not at all grandiose, enough time wasting amigos, adios! |
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