Writing

I’m scared. I’m also in awe of myself, though it sounds immodest. Where do these words come from? They scar the screen like lava flowing out of a volcano. They wash all that has been inscribed for ages, like a tsunami from the depths of the ocean. They burn down all scripts and uproot the … Continue reading Writing

Carpet-Bombing

The sun turned on its heat to the maximum, but hearts did not melt. Restless clouds changed shape several times, but could not clothe the instincts of power-seekers. The moon disappeared for several nights, as it refused to shine in borrowed light, and it felt the sun was lending heat to weaponry. The stars were … Continue reading Carpet-Bombing

Subterranea

Consciousness is awareness; it is also playing by the rules, projecting an acceptable version of yourself and burying everything else underneath. It leads to sophistication, and after a while, we dare not acknowledge our instincts. They are called base instincts because we are expected to rise above those. Humans have to differentiate themselves from animals. … Continue reading Subterranea

Seeds of change

Where did the seed come from? What are the pains and joys that it inherits, nurtures and transfers? The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape, oblivious to its heritage. It gathers experience and impressions and takes them as the ultimate truth. Genes are bearers of history that determine … Continue reading Seeds of change

Playback Singing

Bollywood is a copycat nickname given by Hollywood fans to the Indian film industry based in the city of Bombay. PLAYBACK SINGING IN BOLLYWOOD Music has been the lifeblood of Indian movies for a long time. Actors are not expected to be singers as well, so the concept of playback singing has existed since the … Continue reading Playback Singing

When Animals Talk

The first thing that springs to mind after reading this prompt line is how much they can express without talking. Maybe some find it boring, but I’m talking about my Shih-Tzu petkins – Happy and Aria. Happy gives me a very hurt look when he is busy playing music on his squeaky toy, and I … Continue reading When Animals Talk