People are always shocked when I tell them that I don't know how to drive. It is almost unimaginable for people to live in Auckland and not drive everywhere. There are a lot of cars in this city. I have to explain it to them that I don't need it right now as I work … Continue reading I am learning to drive… finally
I don't like that question. I hate asking or being asked the question, "How's it going?" It is a terrible conversation starter. I get it, meeting and talking to new people is pretty hard. Talking with acquaintances is even harder. So, it wouldn't be a surprise that it is pretty common conversation starter. Almost everyone … Continue reading Conversation Starters: ‘How’s it going?’
If you are going to try something you have never tried before, a person is bound to tell you 'How hard can it be?'. That person might think that they are encouraging. It is either that or they want to watch you fail so bad that they can send your fail video to FailArmy. My … Continue reading How Hard can it be? (Ice Skating Edition)
(My plan was not to write stream of continued stories but now with the help of daily prompt, I am going to try writing them. First story in the series: Glitter) 'Firde!!!' the Slurred Cat screamed. 'Wait what did he scream? Did he say fire?' Maddy asked. Before One Eyed Solomon could reply, they heard … Continue reading Daily Post: Slur (Fantasy Fiction)
'I wanna go out Dad!' 'Out? Did you say OUT?' Dad screamed back at his son. 'Yes dad. I am bored here, there is nothing to do. We are living on heaps of gold which is really uncomfortable to sleep over. I have not seen the sun or the moon in over 3 years.' 'What … Continue reading Daily Post: Glittter (Fantasy Fiction)
'How is my baby?' I ask the doctor. He looks like he is going to say something but then he stops. He looks away from me for a second while I wait for his face to show any sign of trouble. He is old, definitely more than 150 years old as his silicon skin has … Continue reading Daily Post: Tremble (Science Fiction)
PS: I got an internship recently, and this is how I feel everyday. Credits: The Mighty What are you doing? I am trying to understand this code. You have to admit it is way beyond your comprehension. No I got this. You will screw up. They will know you are a fraud. Shut up! You … Continue reading Internship Monologues
What is smell but a trap? Scented flower buds attract Killing bees and insects Unscented buds die hungry. I have no idea why I tried this, but if you want to give feedback please feel free to do so. I would like to know what you think: even if you say this is … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Scent (Poetry attempt)
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 […]
'What is stolen?' the curator exclaimed. Security guard swallowed, remembering that it was her job to keep The Pandora safe in the museum. After all, it was the only painting in the world which can be spread 360 degree. Now, someone had stolen it. 'Hey bro!' the street beggar called out to the passing … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Exquisite Art (Fiction)
'How could no one seen a thing?!' Lieutenant Copper exploded. The two sergeants in front of Copper had never heard their lieutenant speak like this. Copper was a nimble man, full of courtesy and diplomacy. No other man had stayed in charge for as long as Copper has and that is because of how he … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Unseen Hero (Fiction)
The smell clung to his self. He could never wash it out, no matter how many times he tried to wash his clothes. He tried to eradicate it out of his self by trying different techniques, by using the ways of his victims. He traded perfumes from some of the best manufacturers of the world. … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Cling (Fiction)
(PS: that is not my home, it is my neighbors') To me, Diwali is the festival of food, particularly sweets. Families all over would create culinary masterpieces and the very air would be infused with myriad aromas. When Diwali is passes by my house would be filled with lots of food, boxes of sweets. The … Continue reading Diwali In Auckland
Chris sat at the stall, waiting for Selena to show up. The race was about to start and she was nowhere to be seen, it was her idea to spend the Sunday on a racetrack. They arrived at the scene together but then she said she needed to use the loo. Now, half hour later, … Continue reading Fiction: At the races
Imagine yourself on the penultimate step of the staircase. You are almost at a new level, representing a new world in itself. How you reached that spot is another story, worthy of its tale. However, if you don't reach the final step, something which often happens in my life, it can be because of two … Continue reading Rejections
Recently, partly because of my newfound 'Yes' attitude and my friend's insistence, I ended up at a meditation workshop arranged by people from Hare Krishna Temple, Auckland in University of Auckland. The person conducting the workshop did a good job, outlining the various religious reasons as to why a certain meditation is performed. I know … Continue reading Why so….happy?
7 months. Without family, with only an hour long conversations with people who I utterly love. And now, this morning I realized I no longer can recognize myself. Mumbai would be a place of comfort. Where I would say 'no' more than I draw breath. No to cooking, no to cleaning, no to socializing, you … Continue reading Who is this guy?
'He will be here, his letter said so.' Maduram said. Sindhu, the station master observed Maduram sceptically. Madhuram was old, looked frail, he should not be out on a cold night without any warm clothes. His threadbare kurti and lungi could scarcely provide warmth, his shawl looked older than Madhuram. Regardless Maduram was here waiting for an … Continue reading Fiction: Waiting for a Train
Inspired by a recent Meetup I just went to & today's Daily Prompt challenge: Obvious. I decided to try poetry for the day. Trying too hard you say, Mockery spurns away. Why is this such a bad thing? Everyone wants to fit in. It is easy for many to find their places, others struggle … Continue reading Poem: Trying too Hard (NZ National Poetry Day 2016)
In recent times, privilege has been branded as a word to describe to Whites. The use of the word is many a times justified, but I am not the judge of that. I am not perceptive enough to pick out subtle race differences, to spot the minorities. I am not writing a post about racism, … Continue reading Privilege
If we are having coffee, I would tell you that coffee shares are surprisingly simple and difficult at the same time. How much am I supposed to share? Am I just supposed to gloss over stuff, or dive into my feelings as I do in many of my posts. I would tell you that I … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Househunting again
(I saw this on Facebook and I had to write on this!) John could see the train coming in the tunnel, the beacon becoming brighter. Newmarket train Station in Auckland was extremely crowded. Considering the station had every line passing through it, it meant it was as important as Britomart Transport Centre. However, John had this … Continue reading Fiction: Characters in Bookworld?
If we are having coffee, I would say that this week has been exciting and tiring at the same time. I did a lot of things this week and the main thing is I loved the past week, which climaxed with a beautiful trip down to Taupo Lake. If we are having coffee I … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Eventful to say the least
In the recent months, cycling in Auckland has become one of my favorite activities. At the same time, I have come to loath this activity too. I love cycling down-slope, even though my nerves fire up whenever I ride in such high speed, I am glad I bought a cycle. When I cycle up-slope, if … Continue reading Cycling: A Paradox
(The following piece is inspired by a conversation I had with a couple of friends) The restaurant is pretty busy. There is long queue of people who are waiting to dine in here but those who are having their dinners here do not want to vacate their tables even after they are done. The tiny … Continue reading Fiction: What is Success?