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Saturday, April 25, 2020

5 Writing Lessons from Money Heist

Random Things

First of all, let me be very clear. I don’t know what you will read in the following paragraphs. To be very honest, at this very moment, when I am typing these words, I have no clue what I am going to write. All I know is one thing for sure. Life is episodic. There is no doubt about it, but sometimes random things happen, disrupting the sequence. And this post is one such random thing.

Without wasting any more time of yours, I won’t say your precious time, because if it was precious you wouldn’t be here reading my random writings. If you are still here, still wanting to know what it is all about, then I want you to know this, I am deeply humbled. Don’t get me wrong. I am not flattering you. It’s like, you know, all people have suddenly become busy and it’s good to get attention. No, I am not an attention seeker. But an artist. And an artist is no one without his audience. Holy crap! These statements contradict each other. Sorry. I warned you earlier. Things are going to be very random, somewhat senseless in this post.

Wait, that’s it! Eureka!

I know now what I need to write about. Random Things! Oh come on, there can be Stranger Things, why can’t be there Random Things? In that case, Stranger Things is a well brain-stormed, well planned and well-executed series. Random Things, well, just like your life and mine, random kinds of stuff are bound to happen. Totally unscripted and totally unplanned. Well, sometimes we plan stuff, like a Goa trip with our graduation roommates, but that plan never gets executed. If any of my roommates is reading this, just want to say, I’m up for Goa trip. Call me asap.

That’s around 300 words. It’s like a threshold for me. For those who have been reading my tiny tales, Facebook series, short stories, those ebooks I had published, I am really grateful for you. And just for you guys I am going spill some beans. I don’t know why, but whenever I decide to work on some fresh idea, I open my laptop and start typing the first things that pop up in my mind. And somewhere around 300 words, not all, but few things start making sense. Maybe deciding to reveal this aspect of my writing process is an outcome of me crossing 300 words in this post. It can be or it can’t be, or it is just a random thing.

I should stop my post here. Because things have just started making sense, and if I continue to write, the true essence of this post will be lost.

I can’t leave you without being thankful. Somewhere I had read, maybe it was on some random Pinterest post, that our kind, I mean writers, are grateful creatures. So thank you!

Monday, October 1, 2018

Father-Daughter Chronicles (Complete Series - 7 Series)

Arrows of Eternity - A Mythological Short Fiction

Samson's Invention : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Samson's Invention : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Samson's Invention : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Mad And The Wise - 3rd Place at Writer's Destination Story Writing Contest 2017

Travel Tales : Mystifying Matheran

There is a lore of the forest folks, that when people makes life messy, it’s nature that sort things out; when you begin to crumble piece by piece, it’s nature that holds you together.

A Letter To The Other Side Of The World

Dear Dhyey,

It does sound weird, I know, to use 'Dear' before your name, but trust me, I am still suppressing my urge to use the titles we normally share. Those titles which makes us a bit uncivilized, but at the same time, the same titles projects the level of our friendship.

It's your B'day and all I wish come to your home and gift you your deserved kicks.

But Canada is at another side of the globe. Even if I take a flight at this moment, I may reach there after your b'day. So I skipped that idea, may be in the coming decade. Anyways, there is something I really need to tell you on this b'day.

It was your passion for dance and my interest in theaters that pulled us to ADIT's auditorium. Luckily, I met several great humans on that stage. I'll speak about them later, but at this time, I am going to focus the spotlight upon you.

There were times I noticed you were not comfortable with some moves of the dance. Frustration was masking over your face. I don't know if you still have a memory of that day, but I came to you, and sat quietly near you. You were at a corner of the stage, your arms locked around your knees. The canes (dandiyas) were taking a rest after an energy-draining rehearsal beside you. I wanted to say something motivating to you at that moment. "Because of me the whole team's performance is affecting," you whispered. In the next instant, you were on your heels and my words remained within me. You crossed the stage, leaping the half-dead performers who were gasping for air, stepped down, then climbed to the exit of the auditorium. You looked at us, and then started practicing that particular step. You tried, you failed. You again tried, you again failed. But after few times, you started catching the rhythm. And everyone from our batch knows what the dance-team had achieved that year. That little struggle of yours to master that one step inspired me. And that is what I had learned from you.

There was a time in my life, a year ago, where I faced a situation which was new to me. You were there when things were worse. And you were there when things were better. Those phone calls, discussing the matter in every view point actually allowed me to take an insight of your intellectual level. I was surprised, impressed. Actually blessed to have you. A man is known by his perception. And your views regarding the most crucial aspect of the human life - the relations with others - are exemplary. Yes, I had learned that too from you!

Not only this, but many things. The way you used to push yourself in every situation so that you can help your friends, now that is a rare thing these days. You took out time for the concerned ones and remained stick to your words. You expected the same in return. Unfortunately, only few understood the real person inside you. Only few could see the battle of emotions and passion that was raging inside you. And I am glad that I am one of those few .

Thank you for being a less friend, but more a brother to me.

Thank you for being that crazy person who matches my level of craziness.

Thank you for everything.

And yes, Happy B'day, bro!