Helloooeeee guys! Long time no see? That was what I was thinking too! Since I had become so uncreative and lazy nowadays, a friend of mine and I decided to bring back our creativity by writing a short story each. And this was my attempt at returning as a writer (though it didn’t work out that well).. Anyway, enjoy the story. 🙂
Walking through the lavishly paved road, I came to a halt where a tiny street intersected.
This was the place.
I stood there, watching people hurry to work; the cars on the road honked none too gently, and the impatient bikes made their way through the gaps in between.
The sun shone brightly upon the land beneath, and I raised my face, as though I could feel the vitamin D seep through my skin.
It was a busy day. Little girls with tiny gowns stood waiting for their school bus to pick them up. I stood there still, waiting.
What was I waiting for?
I did not know.
In fact, I did not know anything. I had been coming to this place everyday since I woke up all alone in that dirty place, knowing I’d get some clue about something I might need from my old life.
I didn’t even remember who I was.
I had found my phone, and in that, there was a reminder.. reminding me to visit that place everyday.
Why would I have visited that place everyday? It was just an ordinary road anyway.
But something inside me told me it wasn’t.
When I woke up from oblivion a few days ago, I had found myself in a dirty place, fully beaten up; beside me were someone’s divorce papers – perhaps they were mine; I had also found a bag full of money, enough to last a lifetime. If I really wanted, I could’ve started a new life; gotten all that I needed.
But some part of my brain disagreed. It told me there was something that I needed much more than money.
Just then, a little girl came down the cramped lane and walked towards her friend. Her skin was pale, yet healthy. Her eyes, innocent.
And those wide-open eyes were looking for something. She looked at the tree beside her, then at the traffic, and then…
When those tiny eyes met mine, she froze. So did I.
And with that one look at her, I knew. She was everything I needed.
I even realized why I would want to come here everyday. Though I didn’t remember her, didn’t recognise who she was, I knew she was the one for whom I had been living.
She was certainly worth waiting for every morning.
The Daily Post had been asking the bloggers: Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.
Forgive me, I linked this post to a wrong place and the ping-back thing had not appeared at all yesterday in wordpress… But now that I’ve noticed, I’ve changed the link…
The last time the Daily Post had asked me to look at a random sentence in a book, I had been lazy and took out an ebook, and wrote from that. I didn’t even have a book nearby. But today, however, I had a book at arm’s length. A very dangerous book, though — Linear Integrated Circuits, because I don’t even know what to write about it. Anyway, I hoped that I’d get some text about a transistor or something, and I’d write a little bit about it and somehow escape.
But do you know what I found on page number 82?
That’s right, I found this. I never expected something of this sort to pop up, given that I haven’t touched this book in years (then you must be asking why exactly this book was on my table? I really don’t know why I took it out… I kind of missed it a teeny weeny bit, maybe… but I never once opened it… and it lay there for weeks like that).
Now, let’s zoom in a bit before we start our story. I have a mobile that doesn’t have a camera (for now), and my mother’s phone has a basic camera, and I never once in my life enjoyed the high-definition-photography experience, so you might not be able to look at the above picture without hurting your eyes. I’ll take another picture of the thing I want you to see in the page — in a close-up view. With the same ol’ Nokia phone of my mother’s of course…
So, here… I see three transistors in the circuit. Do you see them? They’re the little things that look like vessels that can hold water temporarily, to be simply put. You do see one transistor at the left, and the zig-zag line beside it, don’t you? Meet Res, the sweet li’l resistor and his step-mum. Two others are on the right side, and labelled Q2 (the lower one) and Q3 (the upper one). You might have a bit of difficulty spotting the letters in this photograph, because Nokia’s excellent in its own way, providing me security and privacy from the cyber-strangers that are my blog readers. After all, you cannot let strangers look at your photos… It’s smart, in its own way, but no one ever acknowledges it as a ‘smartphone’, my mother’s yellowy Nokia, while the other phones that disclose their master’s/mistress’ top secret photos clearly, giving no room for imagination, the poor unimaginative, traitors of the cellphone owners are often celebrated as the smart ones.
People keep on misunderstanding the non-touchscreen, less-than-2-mega-pixel-camera phones. After all, as they say, it’s not where’re you’re born. It’s about where you die, about how much you’ve accomplished on earth. And my phone is not dead yet, (third hand and working better than it’s touch-screen counterpart) and has lived on this earth for many years without diagnosis or treatment, unlike one of its young, touch-screen counterparts, which is right now in its coffin.
They say it’s of 2 MP — MP is for Mega Pressure, and is a measure of how much pressure the cellphone’s owner is likely to face. Other touch-screen devices cause much more Pressure to their masters and mistresses, for upto 8 MP, but at the end of the day, those stupid phones are the most celebrated ones. Strange are the ways of the world… Shutterstock photos don’t come with a watermark for nothing! Shutterstock knows how to protect its stuff… and so does my mother’s phone. Conceal is the new cool 😀
Anyway, I think I have lost my cute little transistor triplets while trying to defend my mother’s camera, because dear Q2 here is running towards Q1 (the one clever transistor in the left that did not disclose its name to you earlier).
“How could you do this to me, Q1? It was I who had given the brilliant idea of adopting the homeless little resistor, but how could you keep him all by yourself?”
“Do you want me to tear him down to two so that I can give you a half, now, Q2? Oh, come on! Grow up, don’t you!”
“I will never send you the divorce papers unless you promise me to give the poor li’l resistor back to me… after all, I wanted to have him first.”
“It’s not a matter of being first in doing something, Q2, it’s all about who Res needs right now. Even if you appeal to the court, I know that I’ll win the case. All judges are known for placing the child under their mother’s custody.”
“But you’re not his mother, Q1! We still have –“
“Stop bothering about me and get lost, Q2. Never ever stand in front of me again. Didn’t I tell you this already?”
“No Buts. You marry your darling Q3 as you had planned and have as many Resistors as you can with that stupid excuse of a transistor. Now leave.”
“But, I wasn’t –“
“Oh yes, you were.”
“I didn’t even mean –“
“Oh yes you did, Q2! There’s no point in defending yourself after you’ve come this far.”
“Mama!” cried the silent Resistor from beside.
“Oh, Resistor honey, I forgot to feed you! Wait a minute, I’ll switch on myself and allow the current to your side.”
“Oh, shut up, you traitor. Get away! Run to that deceitful Lady Q3 of yours.”
“Ma! Isn’t that supposed to be… um… Papa?”
“What’re you talking about, hon? There’s no such thing as that in this world. Who keeps teaching you nonsense?”
“There’s no such thing as Papa?”
“Then why does that transistor-man often visit this house? You aren’t having any illicit relationship with him, are you?”
“Air-headed Ungrateful Resistors be damned…”
“What did you say, Mama?”
“You look absolutely handsome in your new tri-color rings, honey!”
The Daily Post asked me to write anything for a full ten minutes with no pausing, editing or anything else in between.
I must first admit that I started writing for this post, then didn’t quite know what to write about, deleted the content and closed my word document. But now again, I feel like I have to write something. I always like contributing to the Daily Writing Prompts.
My internet connection is very slow and frustrating, so I shall write about my distaste for it in today’s blog post. I usually love to read people’s blog posts. I like to comment on their posts, but I never do. I try. I have typed many paragraph-sized comments and have simply stopped trying to coax my computer to post it, because it is just stubborn and adamant in its own way.
Even today, I typed my comments on a couple of blog posts from my reader, but none of them could be posted, it seems. Clicking the post button more than ten times is the best I can do. After about fifteen times of trying I give up. I usually never do, but I am becoming that way because it’s just frustrating.
Even to post something onto my blog, I will have to wait for a long time, begging the Heavens (not really) to just “post this thing onto my blog”. But it takes some time for my prayers to reach the heavens, and so even the replies come a bit late from the heavens.
But the sad part is that sometime, the reply might be “then just give up.”
That is… it becomes impossible to post something that I finally shut down my laptop and walk away.
Now I have to start praying again. I have another article to post, thanks to the Daily Post, have I not? Sigh.
The daily post asked me what I was snobbish about. If something had to be only like that for me, what would it be?
Okay, let’s start off with the first thing that comes to my mind – dresses.
There is this traditional Indian dress called Langa in Telugu and Paavadai in Tamil. If it has to be given an English name, then I would say ‘a long skirt’, but that’s nowhere close. Usually young girls wear this. I too wore it when I was young.
For me, it has to exactly reach my toes – I wouldn’t mind at all even if it swept the floor or if I tripped on it, which was what my mother feared – it had to never go above my feet. Not even a few inches. But as young girls grow, the dress begins to get shorter for them; they are usually pleated at the hems, so there would be no problem, they had thought.
They thought wrong.
The pleats increased the length of the skirt significantly, sometimes more than required, so I had to wait till I grew even more, till my mother considered unstitching the pleats safe. And until then, I had to wear the short-growing skirt, despising it every time I wear them. And a majority of my dresses was the Paavadai.
The same thing goes for long skirts – I had reached a certain age when I didn’t grow much when I started wearing long skirts, so I do not have much to accuse them of. Had I worn them when I was young, I would’ve hated wearing them, too.
When they say frocks – or tunics – I expect them to be knee-length, no more. But because my mother feared that I would grow like a freaking coconut tree, she undid the pleats of my uniform (yes, these had pleats, too. I suppose every school uniform has?) till they reached way farther below my knees. I hated wearing it.
The exact size of my clothes has to be maintained. Yes, I am a snob when it comes to clothes.
Whenever I need a bag of chips, I want a big one (preferably lay’s). Either you buy me a huge pack of chips, or I would choose to not eat at all.
I know it is too late to post right now, but it has been long since I have visited wordpress and now I feel like I’m missing something fun. I have just decided to not ignore my blog anymore.
I have noticed that the prompt was given to us yesterday night, but I saw it only right now. And when I saw a fellow blogger who had posted their contribution just a couple of hours ago, I gathered my courage and opened up my word document to type my post off.
So… Anything that you want me to speak about, eh? Then I’ll talk about (okay, I need time to think what I need to write about… how about talking about typical Indian climate?)
The climate today is sweltering as usual, and I can sense sweat all over me. The sun shines warmly at me – not just me, the whole of our town – merrily making its scorching rays consume up all places exposed.
I am sitting on my father’s Mahindra Duro in my portico with my laptop on my lap (how unexpected!) and looking at random things in the net – no, random, I would say not, as I was deliberately looking for more information on ‘The battle of the catalaunian plains’ where the allied forces of the Romans and Visigoths defeated the Huns in the fifth century AD in Europe. I had been searching for this because I need a historical setting for my novel.
Looks like I’ve written for more than ten minutes. I shall take my leave, then.
For The Daily Post: When you ask my friends about what thing/action do they associate with me the most, they’d either say ‘writing’ or ‘shoes’.
I’m someone who brags about her passion proudly to all of my friends; I do not even hide my other interests. So, I could say all of my friends know that I like to write – they’d call me a writer. Either a writer or a shoe-lover.
Yes, I’m an arid fan of converse. The plain sight of converse makes me get excited. And I don’t know why, but I’m more interested in writing than reading (of course I love the latter too, but nowhere close to writing). So everyone who knows me well is bound to tell you this one thing, though they know nothing about how good my writing actually is.
And now, I’ve got an interest in blogging, too. Don’t know why I wanted to create a blog all of a sudden a few months ago, but now, I’m seeing that the organizations I’m applying for a job in are interested in knowing if I have a blog or not.
Let’s not jump out of topic, shall we? Now, if you ask a few closer friends, you might get answers like “she likes boyish things sometimes.”
I’m sure my friends can understand me easily, as I’m not difficult to understand at times (but at times, I might be even tougher than a math puzzle to understand).
The Daily Post asked me what my favorite procrastination destination was.
Ah! The correct topic for me! No one in this world will ever procrastinate like I do. Even on the day before the exams!
My favorite procrastination destination, eh? Not at all something to think of for a good few minutes. The answer is right inside my head – wattpad!
My blog has just been added to the list recently. Before I started this blog, a site called ‘wattpad’ was the place where I spent most of my time. Now, however, both of these are on the priority list, so wattpad has been getting less attention from me than it did before.
Wattpad is a site where writers can connect with readers and publish their stuff online for free. Readers get to vote and comment on every chapter of your book that has been published there. There are also communities, where chats and discussions are possible.
There are communities like ‘Improve your writing’, ‘The cafe’, ‘Multimedia designs’,’Wattpad announcements’ and one club for each genre. I like to wander into those clubs and look at the discussions! You’ll find me there!
The time passes swiftly while I’m there. It’s almost like I stopped writing and started spending more time there. The time for me to use the online software ‘write or die’ has come! I don’t even know why I didn’t join nanowrimo this time!
That was actually because I thought I had a lot to prepare for my job interviews that I thought it would be unwise for me to register myself into nanowrimo. But it looks like I have done zero preparations as of now, and half of the month has elapsed!
So… I guess I could say blogging has become my new procrastination destination, then!
There’s this interview I’ve got on 18th, and if I get selected for the job, then I swear I’ll join nanowrimo after
that! I know it’ll be too late for that… Nevertheless… I had just ten days or something left when I joined camp nanowrimo in April this year! It was fun! Exciting! I didn’t want to miss it this time, but I did!
Though I didn’t complete any book, I had lots of fun! Writing with a deadline seems to make me procrastinate less and write more! So, I think I should do well in that interview, get selected, and join camp nanowrimo even though I’ll have just a little over ten days to write!
There’s just a half month left! And I guess I’ll have to wait till November again, if I want the real challenge. But I’m telling you, November is a month where hectic preparations for exams and project works will be going on, and I cannot afford my time for writing then. Mainly because we have to write 50k words, unlike the camp nanowrimos in Aprils and Julys!
Places I fantasize:
1. A calm forest, where I would sit under a shady tree with my laptop and a superfast wifi! Or even a book will do. That would be the most peaceful place ever, with the low hum of the running water in a nearby spring and the birds chirping. I’d love to go to such a lovely place and write.
2. A full moon night, when I have a large room with a large window by the bedside, and sit there with my laptop and write. The soft mattress beneath offers coziness beyond compare and the brightly shining stars from above motivate me to write. If only I had a window, let alone a large one, in my room. I’d probably stay up the whole night and write.
3. A humble hut facing a scenery of a mountain range, and a lake that is in the middle of the two mountains, which also reflects the warm sun. It would be even better to sit at the border of the lake and write, provided no alligators or crocodiles reside in it.
4. On the terrace of a sky scraper in a very populated, clean city like Chicago or something. The other high, enormous yet elegant buildings all around me might give me some inspiration to write – or maybe I’d just stare at the beauty and take photos.
I like to sit with my laptop and its superslow wifi and type off all I want on the yellow table in my room. I’d choose night time for doing it, as night would always be ideal – it provides a peaceful environment. Or I could even prefer early mornings, but I’m so lazy that I don’t wake up that early! 😀
Akila Krishnamurthy, the blogger, is a passionate writer, someone hoping to write a masterpiece someday and live away her life in the proud moment of displaying it to the world. She can be easily classified as an 'introvert', but there is an extrovert within her who resurfaces every time she is with someone who makes her feel close enough. She lives in the southernmost part of India, and loves her carefree life there.