Daily Prompt: Replacement (Science Fiction)


‘You are pregnant!’ the monitor displayed with tiny GIFs of babies crawling sprawled across the screen like confetti. The screen thought it was a celebration.

Tessa did not want to celebrate though. A baby meant work, lots of hard work and who does that these days. Amongst her sisters, only one had a baby and till this day she says that it were one of the most excruciating experiences of her life. The same sister also says that it was a memorable moment for her.

Why would anyone want to remember pain?! Everyone else, like normal people would rather skip the pain and enjoy the perks.

Tessa asked the screen ‘What do I do now?’

Moni, the AI which controlled her house responded gave her a few options. She decided that she would have to meet with a doctor once to discuss some options. She doesn’t want to be burdened by the pain.


 

‘I am pregnant’ she told her friends, Ali and Javier. They both looked at each other, trying to guess who the father is. It was common these days to have children with your friends as who would like to go outside and try to find a mate. It is a long and painful process.

Alcohol helps with the pain but it gives immense hangover. Technology has advanced and there are some great hangover remedies, but the stronger the remedies became people drank even more.

After about 30 seconds of staring at one another in silence, both of them raised their glasses and clicked them. They were not toasting to their ‘success’ but they wanted to get rid of the elephant in the room without actually talking about the elephant in the room.

Tessa did not want any part of this discussion so she stared around at the bar. The bar tried to emulate the feel of 1960s and it looked remarkably similar. There was some kind of RF signal in the air which made all the guests sway to the Jazz music being played the bar AI.

‘What do we do now?’ Javier asked.

She almost choked on her drink. She had only told them about the baby but she did not tell them that neither of them was the father. She told them now.

They sat silently again for a couple of seconds and both of them ordered lots of Tequila shots. Biologically, she shouldn’t drink. But she drank anyway cause Moni had already copied her embryo’s genetic makeup.

Tomorrow, her doctor would already know what her baby would look like.


 

‘You want SurroMother?’ the doctor asked again for confirmation.

Tessa looked at the artificially generated face of her yet-to-be born son. He would look good when he grows up.

He just won’t grow up in her womb. No pain.

‘Yes’ she confirmed.


 

The night after her appointment with her doctor Tessa did not feel like staying at home. She went out again, this time not calling her friends and drank the bar dry. She met another guy and went with him. She just hoped there would not be another baby this time.

No pain.


I couldn’t place replacement anywhere in the post.

Manan Pandya’s Guest Post: How Lonely are we?


Thank you so much Manan for agreeing to guest post on my blog. He wrote an awesome and insightful post about human conditioning and loneliness and here it is:


There comes a time in everyone’s life when we sit down, far away from the world and its people, lost in the thoughts of how truly connected are we to the society. In this moment of self reflection we are often haunted by the thoughts that we are distant from all the people that we supposedly know and are in dire need of companionship. The feeling of invariably being with someone is what is craved by our mind.

Yet in truth a high degree of loneliness is an inescapable part of being a sensitive and intelligent human.

It is highly unlikely that we find someone who is exactly on the same page of the soul as us. This is because every individual on earth is a product of different circumstances, lifestyle, beliefs and morals. We often wish of other people to understand us but are let down when they fail to fully comprehend us. The problem is sure to get worse the more thoughtful and perceptive we are. There will simply be less people like us around. It is believed that working together is the solution to many of the problems, that two heads are better than one. But the truth is every successful pursuit came from an idea of an individual.

When you embrace the fact that in the long journey of life you have to do the traveling and that the people around you are just like road signs meant to guide you but not walk for you, then you can begin harnessing your solace as strength. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not implying that we were never meant to socialize. Prefer others company, but value yours more. We shouldn’t be frightened or discouraged by the lack of company. While we may not have in our immediate surroundings people like us, but others separated across space and time might exist. This realization helps us in connecting with them in a far better way than what we have experienced before.

Once we accept it we can get creative. You could find yourself in the words of a poem written by a poet decades ago or the lyrics of a singer who described your blues even before you were born. When you begin to enjoy your own company, you start having deepened conversations you have with yourself. This in true sense cultivates intimacy. You could write, create music, blogs knowing that someone somewhere is going to be on the same page of thought on that topic.

Knowing that inner voice inside your head is the most important thing that you could do. Use this to think clearly about what you want to achieve in life. Done perfectly this is really helpful in getting you back to focus on things that really matter. Conclusively ,it is extremely necessary for everyone spend that time everyday when you need to answer only to yourself.


Feel free to check out his interview here. I am open for more Guest bloggers and feel free to contact me on itsmayurremember@gmail.com!

 

Guest Blogger: Manan Pandya Interview


Recently, I got a reply from Manan after my Call for Guest Bloggers. He is from India and like me he is also a blogger! He asked me if I am willing to have guest bloggers and I was more than happy to do so.

So, without further delay, let’s hear from Manan!

 

1. Who are you?

I’m Manan, a student of computer science living in India. I’ve been a writer for school magazines for as long as I can remember. I’m also a professional sportsperson having played five different sports at state and national level.

2. Why do you write?

I write because I love it. I believe that through my writings I can connect with people and be that external stimulus they require to do what their heart wants.
 

3. What kind of stories/posts do you enjoy reading most? 

My reading genre varies largely but I do enjoy romantic and thriller novels more.

 

4. Tips for readers/Mayur on how to improve their writing?

Lastly, it would be hard for me to point out tips about improving your blog as I am unfamiliar with the audience. However I would say that the obvious – keep posting regularly.


His Guest Blog post will be published tomorrow night so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You Manan for the support. Feel free to check out his blog here.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

 

Guest Post #7: What is Writing to Me?


I started writing when I was six years old.

Back then I was convinced I was going to be a writer. I’d spend my evenings carefully ruling out sheets of A4 paper so I could write up my stories and take them in to show the teacher the next morning. I recently caught up with my teacher who got me interested in writing. She remembers me bringing in pages of stories for her. I loved turning my ideas into words and then handing them to someone for a read. Since then, only my handwriting has improved and my audience has increased, slightly.

I rarely put much of my real life into my writing, but I’ve used my family and friends multiple times when writing poems. They often provide the basis strongest poetry. My mother likes to say that she can tell the difference between the poems about my real life and the ones that are not. She has the advantage of being related to me though, so she might not have the most objective view on the matter.

This raises the question I wanted to look at in this post:

‘How much truth do writers actually put into their work?’

As a poet, I can put a lot of myself into a poem. Similarly, I can put a lot of someone else into a poem. I can just as easily take an imaginary someone and create a poem around them and I can write a poem about myself. Perhaps my ability comes from writing characters in prose. However, writing about me is the hardest task when trying to put pen to paper.

Writing personal poetry can be akin to tearing a chunk out of your soul. You’re putting yourself on display. Often it can just be as simple to create someone entirely new and let them tell their story instead. For example with Daydream Girl, a poem I wrote:

 

They called her Daydream Girl.

Eyes, tucked away in the letters of books, spine crackled and binding frayed. She was music, tripping up over loose pavement stone in the hopes of digging out stories long ago buried in the sands of time.

Her hands were skeleton keys pushed into every lock on sunken chests pulled up from abandoned rib-cages. Took care not to hurt the crustaceans as she pulled them away mail-link by mail-link until only the under armour remained.

She poured laughter down my throat and burnt out my lungs with song. Left me bellowing misty dragons into the night. Ran my hands across the tempo of her chest and told me to dance with the beat.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

They will not tell me where to find her again.

These words are brittle,

there is nothing of you here

and I am tired.

When I wrote this I was only thinking writing something for the prompt that was fun to read and had some cool metaphors in. I was having fun playing around with language and thinking about this person that I had made up to play the role of speaker. It wasn’t about me, though some of me may leaked in, it was about a character that was bubbling around in the back of my brain. This ability to experiment with different characters is perhaps my favourite part of writing.

Take for instance Neil Gaiman. He writes for adults as well as children. He writes novels, short stories, fairy tales and comics. He talks openly about how he never wanted to be a writer who wrote ‘that’ sort of book. He once said that readers know what sorts of books are his books because they have his name on the front and in my opinion that is what all writing should be. The choice to hop genre, or to write both personal and fictional poetry, or to throw out children and adult stories is all you. Writing should be unlimited and writers should be unbridled in seeking out new ways to express the words that they want to say.

 

Writing is about imagination. Nothing more, nothing less.


 

The post is written by Carol J ForresterShe mailed me this a long time ago and I got around to posting it now. Carol is a poetry and prose writer and her blog Writing and Works is a wonderful collection of her writings. Lastly, her novel Darkened Daughter is in the works!

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Guest Blogger #6: Megan Interview


A while ago, I posted a Call for Guest Bloggers, Megan from ‘Invisible World‘ responded. She found me on Community Pool from Daily Post.  Currently she is one of the contestants for the upcoming #NaNoWriMo and obviously she wrote fiction.

Her long form fiction is amazing, particularly because she wrote about immortals and I love immortals. Her post will be published here tomorrow night. So let’s hear more from her shall we?


 

1. Who are you?

Megan, plain and tall. 

Just kidding! You can drop the plain and tall part (hopefully all of you have seen Sarah Plain and Tall…if you haven’t, well, go see it!).  

Actually, I guess you can keep the “plain” part in (and now that I think about it, I am tall.  So you can keep that part in there too.  What the heck.  Just call me Megan plain and tall), because I’m just your average blogger.  Nothing special about me.

Except for the fact that I have a whole world going on in my head. Yeah, that’s perfectly normal.  There’s nothing strange about exploring a world that only you can see, and meeting people that only you can talk to. 

Relax people.  No need to call the funny farm. I’m talking about my imagination.  If there’s anything remarkable about me, it’s my never-ending imagination and my constant quest to find ways to share it.  Maybe I’m not so plain after all.  (So you can stop calling me Megan plain and tall now  😉 )

 

2. Why do you write?

I write to share the aforementioned “world” with you.  What good is imagination if it isn’t shared?  My goal is to tickle your imagination, get the gears in your head turning, and make tears slide down your cheeks. 

Oh yeah, and make you laugh.  I can’t just leave you with tears running down your cheeks.  What kind of blogger would that make me?  

 

3. What kind of stories/posts do you enjoy reading most? 

I love fantasy.  There is something magical about…well magic.  Duh.    Besides fantasy, I enjoy reading anything in the historical, dystopian, or science fiction genres. 

 

4. Tips for readers/Mayur on how to improve their writing?

Don’t give up just because you aren’t _____ enough.   You fill in the blank.  We all have those times when we think we aren’t smart enough, talented enough, or skilled enough to write.  And maybe we aren’t.  But that doesn’t mean we should quit.  We never will be skilled enough if we don’t keep at it. 

 No one is born with the ability to write well.  Anyone who ever achieved their dream had to work at it.  They had to make mistake, after mistake, after mistake before reaching the level of expertise they were aiming for. 

And guess what?  Even then they made mistakes, because without mistakes, you can’t learn.  And you don’t stop learning until your dead.  (That escalated quickly.)  So my sage writing advice is, keep writing or you’ll die. 

 


Her Guest Blog post(fiction) will be published on Monday night so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You Megan for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

 

Guest Post #5: Quest for a Right Job


Here’s Melissa’s post. Do have a read, I for one found some great inspiration from reading this. This is one guest post I have not edited for it deserved to be as it is. Her Blog ‘In Between Moderation‘ is amazing and worthy of a follow.
You can also check out her interview. Take the stage Melissa:

With a knotted stomach I hit send on my application. This is probably the 23th job I have applied for in the past 20 years averaging to a job a year. The case however is different; I have been with the same company for several years. However, I have switched positions in a vain attempt to find where I fit. That’s the thing about the working world. It’s hard to know what you are meant to do. Sometimes it is self-doubt that derails you, sometimes it is poor timing, bad economy, or just happenstance.

My career path had been close to a jagged line with peaks and valleys then an upward curving trajectory. After graduating collage I thought, in a naive misguided way, that it would be smooth sailing. Just find a job in my field and happily plug away. That was until I received my first paycheck…and realized it was not enough to cover my rent. What about all that schooling! They told me a college degree was what I needed to set myself up for a good steady stream of income. Arrange my life to have the 2.5 kids and white picket fence of my dreams. I remember staring at the paycheck in disbelief. What I was told in collage was a lie. No dream job was waiting for me when I graduated. No automatic insurance into a good life came with my diploma. I had to change my plans.

Thus ensued my search for the “right” job. A job that didn’t make me feel like I was surrounded by characters from the movie “Office Space,” and that didn’t evoke feelings of the opening scene in “Joe vs. The Volcano.”  After spending two years fruitlessly trying to make my collage degree worth something in my chosen field. I got tired of living at the poverty line and decided to ” get a real job,” with set hours and benefits.

What I didn’t know was this job came with a shackle that handcuffed me to my desk and measured every moment of production possible. That included timed bathroom breaks and various acronyms for measuring of productivity. AHT, WID, these that were suppose to have some sort of meaning to me, but never did. I bounce around to several of these types of jobs feeling pretty lost but making enough money to live on.

This time was not a totally loss however, the jobs were draining and unfulfilling but I learned a lot about how I worked and how to get along in an office environment. I learned how to interview for jobs. Mainly when to keep my mouth shut. However, I hated this type of environment, and its lack of freedom. I often hoped I would have a car accident so I would have an excuse not to go to work.

After several years the company decided to move. Everyone was terrified. I was relieved. This was it. This was my way out. But to where? I still did not know. I bounced around to several more jobs until I found the company I have been with. I settled here. Why? The people were not insane, I was not chained to a desk and I enjoyed the environment. Was the job fulfilling… no. I got board pretty quickly.

However, this was another transition point in life where I learned about myself. I got married and gave birth to two children. I found an unusual amount of support in the people I worked with. I learned how to better get along with those of differing viewpoints. I learned that my boss is not an evil maladjusted wackjob, hell bent on making me miserable. They are people who are just trying to get through the day and even if they like you they have to do their job too. The other employee’s came to be like family to me, mean older sisters and spoiled younger brothers at times, but they were there for me when I needed a family. I didn’t know until then a job could offer that.

As far as the work however, I created nothing, left no mark, had no new skills to learn and after a time become board and disgruntled. I needed to move on. So I did. Moved into a position that I thought would allow me to grow. Somewhere I thought would finally lead to a career, to a place where I fit. Unfortunately, this was not it. My hopes where soon dashed in a position that held no movement or growth. It was filled with fossils of an old régime who guarded there knowledge like “my precious” in Lord of the Rings. I was given minimal tasks and little human interaction. This began to weigh on my mind, and my self worth. Little mistakes became inflated. With no were to go, I felt trapped like a claustrophobic in a box.

But as in all the jobs I had prior, I turned inward for my lessons. There was growth to be had but it was inside of me. I needed to identify who I was outside of what I did for a job. Thus began my blog at Inbetweenmoderation.com. I also embarked on the journey of making a cake decorating hobby into a viable side business. Most importantly, I searched beyond my employer to define what I choose to give back to society. This has lead me to try something difference and in the end try for a position that I would have never thought I stood a chance in.

Where am I going with this? The jobs I have had might have seemed like a stagnant void of despair. It might have seemed like I was standing still for all those years, searching for somewhere I fit. I have come to realize that each job was a stepping stone, a place marker for something I need to learn about myself. The growth and change needed to take place in me. I needed to learn about myself before I could ever understand where I fit. So as you go thru your career and job landscape remember, it isn’t the job that make you who you are. It is you that makes you who you are. The job only a part of the journey, but finding where you fit is so much more then any job give you. You find where you fit when you finally figure out what job fits for you.


Thank you Melissa for this wonderful post.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com
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Guest Blogger #5: Melissa Ruddy Interview


A while ago, I posted a Call for Guest Bloggers, Melissa from ‘In Between Moderation‘ responded. She kind of liked what I do so she asked me to write a guest blog for and that you can check out here.

Her blog is all about balance, and she herself tries to achieve balance in her life and try to help other reach the goal. She herself is a amazing writer, her blog post is inspirational.

So let’s hear more from her shall we?


1. Who are you and why do you write?

I am a mom of two, a wife, a full-time employee and someone who is trying to not overdue things while at the same time trying to fit everything in. I write because I need a voice, I need reflection, I need the sanity of the outlet it provides.

2. What kind of stories/posts you enjoy reading most?

The posts I read vary greatly depending on my mood, sometimes I  blogs about cake decorating, recipes, finance, family life, really anything that is written in an interesting way.

3. Lastly, any tips for readers/Mayur on how to improve their writing?

I am always more likely to read blogs that are broken up with some white space and have a few pictures. If it is a long block of text, I tend to skip it. It might be good writing but it just seems to arduous to read.


Her Guest Blog post(non fiction) will be published on Tuesday morning so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You Melissa for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

 

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Guest Post #4: Busy Bees


Without much adieu, here’s the guest post by Alisha, do check out her blog “LifeEventsObservation“. Check out her interview here.


Are we ever free? No, we are ALWAYS busy. Timed actions and controlled words. Here’s life:

7:00 wake up
7:30 breakfast
8:00 off to work
9:00 work
10:00 Continue working…

No breathing time, we are too busy to gawk around. We look forward to something new, all the time.  Our attention is hardly on now. While at work, we are looking forward to going home and taking a nap.  When we are almost going off to bed, we plan the next day.  Making plans is not unusual. It keeps us motivated, makes us hop with vigour.

But where’s the time to paint? Where’s the time to read or to sing discordantly? To dance like there’s no tomorrow? Where’s the time for ourselves?

We are following the flock. Be the shepherd and change directions. Routine is boring. Avoid it!! It’s lethal!

I have known amazing people with mind throbbing lifestyles who at the age of 35-40 want to give it all up and withdraw into a normal life. They are the victims of routine. They have a nice car, a beautiful mansion, sons and daughters, loads of money yet they aren’t content.

What’s lacking here?  Time: they don’t have time for themselves.

They, or I say, we are living for the world. We have lost the true meaning and purpose of life. Satisfaction, peace, spirituality, inner happiness: these are all waiting for us to summon them up.

Imagine, you get two options to choose from:
1. At 25: little but enough money to satiate common pleasures, living the life you want to

OR

2. Living like the rest of the world, working hard, saving bank money and touring the world at 65?

I’ll choose the former. I’ll tell you why!

When you’re old, and, well, touring the world, you cannot eat junk food, cause it will trouble your super sensitive digestive tummy. You get cramps in your legs, aches in your back, head, and stomach, almost everywhere. You cannot drink through the night or dance to the blaring music. Your body would need rest, YOU would need rest.

Think about yourself! Do what you want! Hell with the world.

It’s trying to bring you down while it’s already beneath you. Talk to a roadside peddler, know their life, eat at cheap restaurants, board a bus taking you to an unknown place, purchase a ticket of Mission Impossible and sneak into the auditorium screening of Inside out.

Just do it!

It’s hell lot of fun. Be a kid. It’s screaming inside us. Let your craziness take hold of you. Get the door!

Explore the world!

Feel beautiful. 🙂


Thank You Alisha for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

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Guest Blogger #4: Alisha Khan Interview


I have been unfair to the guest bloggers who responded to my call. For the delay I have cause I am sorry.

After I published my call for guest bloggers, Alisha responded. I remember her comment on my blog about a few months ago and I followed her. From that day to today, her progress in the blogging world has sky rocketed and left me in wonder how did it happen?

A great writer, fiction and non fiction, Alisha’s blog is amazing and her name “LifeEventsObservation‘ is apt for what she write. She gave answers to some of my questions:


1. Who are you and why do you write?

Considering the extent of the universe and the population dwelling in it, I am a nobody! I am just like a drop of water going unnoticed in the massive ocean. I want to be that drop of water which is prized in a desert.

I’m a nervous jerk born in the beautiful land of Karnataka who stays in Mumbai. I have survived for nineteen years.The St Paul’s High School had imbibed great values in me and now I’m studying Media.

I write because I think that’s what I was made for. It soothes me. It makes me euphoric. It heals. And more than writing is my love for reading. I’ve read over fifty novels, have kept a record of every book I read and that’s what I consider as my greatest achievement. Without writing and reading, I’m valueless or that’s what I think.

2. What kind of stories/posts you enjoy reading most?

I enjoy reading the human interest stories the most. Also horror stories but a good horror story that practically makes your skin crawl is hard to find.

3. Lastly, any tips for readers/Mayur on how to improve their writing?

Keep writing and reading. It helps you discover yourself. What better way to say it than quoting George Martin, “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.”


Her Guest Blog post(non fiction) will be published on Monday morning so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You Alisha for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

Guest Blog: #3 The Morning


As promised here is the fiction by Kailash Nath. You can see his interview here

You should totally check out his blog.


 

The cool breeze is making me shiver a bit, but it is refreshing. The morning sun is rising and the color of the sky slowly changes from blue to red, color of the blood that covered my body yesterday.
 
Now the breeze is becoming warmer. The warmth resembles the one I felt yesterday when she kissed me.
 
Where am I now?
 
This is a new place, yesterday I was at a different place. It was so clean there but here it is all dirty and that smell… YUCK! What is this smell?!
 
Bowwow… Bowwow…
 
Whose dog is that? Why is it seeing me like that?
 
Ok chalo leave it. Let me enjoy this morning sun. I had enjoyed this many days back, I guess many years back or maybe in the last life. However, now in this new life I am seeing the sunrise for the first time.
 
It is always beautiful from any place I guess.
 
Of course, I have not been anywhere else other than that room yesterday. Today I am here, a place that I do not know.
 
Grah!… this smell is becoming worse. The breeze is carrying it towards me and my nose is burning with that smell.
 
Where is everyone?
 
The person who pinched me yesterday till I cried, the person who shot the video of that, the person who is helping the first one and that woman… that woman who kissed me with all the love in her face.
 
Where are all those?
 
Now the smell is intolerable. I am not going to be here anymore, I cannot take it anymore.
 
What? Why can’t I move?
 
“Please someone help me….” I cried but there is no one who listened.
 
But the dog saw me. It heard my cry.
 
He is coming near. That is really a big doggie, huge. Eyes shining tongue rolling and drooling; the sight of that doggie scared me. His canines are very large, larger than my limbs I guess.
 
I think I made a mistake by crying. This one is sees me as food now. It can have me in one gulp may be. This dog is that huge.
 
Wait. He is not alone; there are 3 more dogs of that size coming towards me.
 
They surrounded me and one of it kept its front leg on me, I tried to move away but I am not able to. This move irritated the dog I guess, he started barking at me. The bark is too loud my ears are ringing. I am afraid now. I cried louder this time, hoping someone would come.
 
The dog became more irritated. He ran on to me and with those huge teeth bit my leg. There is so much pain! There is blood oozing from it. I think the bone broke and the injury is fatal.
 
But just then someone came. I guess God had heeded my prayers.
 
They came and frightened the dogs. They left me and the person who came took me into his arms and said to the other person
 
“See the parents these days. I guess they left her in this dustbin because she is a girl. This is really irresponsible and inhuman.”
 
I didn’t understand those words, but I guess I will understand them in the future…
 
 
PS: This is based on a true incident that happened some days ago where a girl child was thrown into a dustbin just after few hours of birth, and dogs ate some parts. The dead body was found by some of the people living nearby and the police had not found the parents yet. The speculation for leaving a child there is that the child is a girl child. I still can’t believe that people see a girl child as unwanted. Really a pathetic incident and need a change.


 

That was the fiction piece I promised.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

 

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Guest Blogger #3: Kailash Nath Interview


After I published my call for guest bloggers, Kailash here responded. I have read his fictions via daily post comments and I can say he is a really talented writer. His blog is full of fiction pieces that will entice you into reading more of his posts.

Without much adieu here is the interview that was supposed to go on yesterday! Sorry about that Kailash. Do check out his blog!


 

1. Who are you?

I am Kailash, and presently working as a Software Engineer. I am 21 years old and Like to sing (Though not a great singer), write, read and also travel.  Theres nothing much other than that to know about me.. 

I started telling stories since I met one of my friend who used to believe everything I say. One day he suggested me to write whatever I say and it becomes something interesting to read and like that i started a story and have got a good feedback from my friends and this encouraged me.

I dont like to say lies like I feel great while writing or something like that as I dont feel so. But whenever I see someone reading my story and telling their opinion I like myself…. So I write to be happy and like myself

 

2. What kind of stories/posts you enjoy reading most ?

At the starting of my reading habit, I used to read novels by Agatha and Sheldon, I.e., Murder mysteries and crime fiction. But later i also read books like TH\he alchemist and The kite Runner, Shiva Trilogy
 which also made me like those genres…..
At present I have written a story of crime fiction and working on a story which is something related to human emotions…..

.3. Lastly any tips for bloggers(myself included) on how to improve writing?

And the tips…. I myself am a amateur writer so I need tips from some seniors… Some of the tips I got were to maintain tempo of the story neatly not rather fast nor very slow… Another tip was to give more attention to the characterisation of the different roles in the story.. anything and everything that a person in the story does should match their character and it should not change drastically….
Thats it about me.

Like I promised, a short interview!

His Guest Blog post(fiction) will be published on tuesday morning  so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You Kailash for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

Local Train

Guest Blog #2: Life As We Know IT


So guest blog #2 By Stressed Mess! You read her interview here! She is really great at fictions and is bound to reach great heights later. Check out her blog!

Without any more delay, here we go:


Crisp Mumbai evening.

He boarded the local train with commuters; but there was a difference between him and the other passengers. They were all eager to get home after a long day at work but for him, he knew this was going to be his last train ride.

He described his life as one big disappointment. He always knew he was destined for greatness, but life intervened at about the tender age of eighteen. He dropped out of college to support his ailing parents, to repay debts and take over the responsibility of his younger siblings.

That was twenty years ago.

He had stopped dreaming. He was a smart, intelligent and ambitious man, now struggling to make ends meet. He was stuck in a loveless marriage and he cannot remember the last time he really laughed. Life was dull, claustrophobic and he was going to relieve himself.

He did not bother with a suicide note, it cannot possibly convey why he was taking such a drastic step. How can a paper provide any kind of solace to the family he was leaving behind?

No. He did not want his life and his death to end up as a piece of paper. He wished oblivion. No one would know how he felt in those last, frantic moments. He wanted privacy; nobody should know what was going on in his mind. He had lived this way and he preferred to die this way.

He stood at the door of the train and watched the sun set; his hair flew with the wind as the train caught speed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and braced himself to take the leap, to let go the pain. Suddenly he heard a loud bang and the world changed forever.

He opened his eyes and saw that there was blood everywhere. Smoke was everywhere and he could hear people crying in pain. People who were next to him on the train were severed, blown away into bits.

He heard a woman’s cry in his vicinity and tried to get up, but he could not. He looked down and saw his bloody legs. His mind suddenly registered the pain from his legs, pain beyond his endurance. Help took ten minutes to arrive; those were the hardest ten minutes of his life. He was in a lot of pain but he was conscious, aware of his surroundings. There were times when he wished he would pass out just so that he did not have to see the gruesome scene. The only thing he could think of in those moments of agony was that why them and not me?

He forced himself to die; he wanted to die!

He must have lost consciousness at some point because when he woke, he was in a bed at a government hospital surrounded by other “lucky” passengers who had made it. His wife and ten-year-old son rushed into the room. The relief his family had on seeing him there, alive and well was something he would never forget. They both gave him a big hug and spoke about how thankful they were that the horrible bomb blast had not taken him away from them. They did not know that the bomb blast had actually saved his life.

Later that day he scanned the room and looked at the other patients. They were shook up; of course, some had broken limbs and burns. However, they had gratitude in their eyes. Life had thrown a curveball at them but they were positive, it would all be fine. They knew they were lucky they survived. Seeing the distraught looks on the faces of people who had lost family members, he had an epiphany.

After that day, he knew that he had to hang on, take whatever life has to offer and live for the people in his life. Moreover, after that day, he really lived. His life had finally begun.

Your life is not just your own. Human lives are interwoven. Everything you do, every choice you make, has a direct effect on everybody around you. One cannot live in a selfish manner as he lives in a society, with several different people. We think about suicide because we think it will relieve us of the pain we feel when in reality we are just transferring our suffering on to people who love us. With every death, a hole is formed that may never fill. With every death, there are several lives that are disrupted and with every death a tiny part of several people, dies.


My sincere thanks to ‘Stressed Mess’ for doing this and I hope that I did justice to her piece.

PS: I am still calling more guest bloggers, any one interested can contact me at: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

Blogger Interview

Guest Blogger #2: ‘Stressed Mess’ Interview


After I published my call for guest bloggers, Ms StressedMess here is one of the few to show any interest in this

Thank you! So here is her small interview & you should totally check out her blog, ‘Of Silver Linings And Stormy Nights‘ she is although new at her blog, she has a talent for writing fiction that blows you away and a visit or a follow to her blog is definitely worth it. Her fictional post series ‘Let the Masks fall away‘ are what made me follow her!


 

1. Who are you?

I am a 19 year old student from Mumbai. I come from a family of writers so writing is something that comes naturally to me. Its both a stress buster and my favorite way to pass my time. 

2. Why do you write?

I LOVE TO READ. I read everything from the generic teenage romantic novels to sci fi to books about deranged criminals. Just give me a book and i am a happy girl

3. Lastly any tips for bloggers(myself included) on how to improve writing?

I think the more you write the better you get.Also, It is always good to have a few people who will read what you write and give you an honest opinion on it. 


Like I promised, a short interview!

Her Guest Blog post(fiction) will be published on Monday night so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

Guest-poem-you-dont-matter

Guest Blog #1: You Don’t Matter


Here is the Poetry as promised by Mr Brent Kincaid. You can also check out his interview.

 

 

 

You don’t matter at all,

You hardworking citizen,

You who toil at drudgery

To feed all your children.

When we need you to vote

We pay attention to you

But the rest of the time

We look right through you.

 

You don’t matter at all.

Only the rich are essential

The rest of you are not;

You’re interchangeable.

You’re just marks on a page;

On the bottom of a ledger

And it’s best if you just

Work silently altogether.

 

The one percent matters

But if you are not rich yet

That means you are too stupid

To reach out and get.

The rich are a better class

And a truly valuable human.

All you non-rich are good for

Is to support us by consuming.

 

You don’t matter at all

Since you only vote for POTUS.

The rest of the time you all

Let us rob and you don’t outvote us.

We write laws that give more

And soon all of wealth to us

And then we point at someone else

For you to fail to back and cuss.

 

You don’t matter at all,

Or haven’t you even noticed.

You didn’t see that we urge

You to dwell in a field of lotus

Called football beer and Fox,

The news that is not really news;

Just something to misdirect.

It helps us shape your views.

 

You don’t matter at all.

You prove it every single day

By being so ignorant and lazy

We give this country away

We sell off your birthright

To the rich of other lands

And you all just run your mouth

And sit there on your hands.

 

Brent Kincaid


 

How was the post? I will appreciate any feedback to the post so go ahead!

Thank You Brent for the support.

*All views presented here are from the author.*

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com.

 

Blogger Interview

Guest Blogger #1: Brent Kincaid Interview


After I published my call for guest bloggers, Mr Brent here was the first to respond. Though initially I was hesitant to go ahead with this guest blogging routine because of a lack of response, I am going ahead with this anyway and I will run this series of guest blogging till I run out of bloggers.

Thanks Brent! So here is the small interview on Brent and you should totally check out his poetry blog ‘Poet but know it‘ That has about 868 poems on it!!! It is a fresh take on things. A veteran is here on my blog!


 

1. Who are you?

About seventy years ago I was born in Kansas City, dead center of The Bigotry Belt. After leaving high school I worked, got cast in a couple of plays and sang in two nightclubs. I moved from there in my early twenties to Hollywood on what ‘the right’ likes to call The Left Coast. Yeah! And, damn proud of it!

I stayed there for twenty three years during the gay revolution, including but not limited to defying the police who threatened to arrest all of us, I marched with a thousand other gays down Hollywood Boulevard in 1970 chanting “Out of the closets and into the streets!” and doing the flutter kick with a dozen other young gays. I stayed there, acting in plays, singing in nightclubs and making absolutely zero effect on my career as a famous entertainer.

The rest of my time there, I worked for the telephone company, bought a house and then retired from Ma Bell to Tucson, Arizona, where I met and married the love of my life. We have now been married twenty-four years. 

2. Why do you write?

Twelve years ago we moved to Kauai where I am working as an artist and poet. I am sort of the staff poet on a Facebook magazine called The Blue Route, a progressive newsletter.

3. Lastly any tips for bloggers(myself included) on how to improve writing?

The best advice I can offer to bloggers is two old saws.

First: be brief, be correct and be visible.

Second, avoid, as much as possible unless for comedy relief, using old phrases like “a good time was had by all” and “my jaw dropped to the floor”. That is about the best advice I can give anyone who wants their piece to be read by anyone anywhere.

Remember the words of Oscar Wilde: “If you want to be famous, get your name in print as often as you can. There is no such thing as bad publicity. Any publicity at all is good publicity.” While I don’t agree with that 100%, it is basically good advice.


Like I promised, a short interview!

His Guest Blog post(poetry) will be published on Monday night so do come back here to check it out.

Thank You Brent for the support.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

Guest Bloggers Needed

Calling Guest Bloggers!


I have discussed with a blogger friend of mine on the same topic and taking advice from her I intend to publish a series of guest blogs.

If you are interested, you a blogger or just want to want to write I welcome you. I won’t guarantee a lot of exposure, I myself suffer from less exposure.

Email me at : itsmayurremember@gmail.com

There’s no word limit.

I give you full space as to write whatever you want to write about.
PS: I still have all right to not publish if I think the post is offensive
Contact me. Thanks!