Women today and the youth...

I'm not really one to write about the latest issues and all. I mostly keep my opinions to myself. However, I have been meaning to write about this for a long time and I guess its worth an entry.
It relates to the status of women in our society. Yes, a lot has been said about it,I know. So whats the use of my opinions, well, I guess since I'm allowed to have opinions, I might as well share some of them.


First of all, I'd like to state that I'm no feminist.I simply believe in making things as equal and possible and hoping for the best, and trying to fix stuff in a clean way when they don't turn out for the best. Also, I assume you believe that the position of women needs to be improved in our society. That said...

The Cliff : 55 Fiction

Ok, this is another 55 fiction I wrote. This one was hurried, so its lame. Tell me what you think

The wind blew her hair back as she stood on the edgeof the cliff. Her hand held the piece of paper tightly, enough to make her skin pale. Looking down at the raging sea below, a single tear fell out of her eye. As she stepped off, she wondered who would hit the sea first.

The things that I want

Ok, so I haven’t posted in a while. I was actually trying to think of a good topic to write on, but I couldn’t find anything. I kept thinking and thinking. But I realised that trying to think of something interesting wasn’t going to help. I just had to let the interesting things happen. And that’s what I’m doing right now.

But I had also wanted to share something with you for a while, and it is a list of dreams, or goals that I have in life. And these aren’t the usual goals, like getting a good job, finding the right partner or those kinds of things. These are little things that I saw here and there and they affected me so much, that I want to do them at least once in my life. So here goes, who knows, maybe you’ll find something that catches your fancy among my fancies.

Revenge is sweet

God, its been so long. I've actually grown a beard between posts.

Well, what to say. For one thing, my college exams are over. Of course I didn't study. And of course it went well. What else do you expect when a genius like me gives exams.

A trashy post

NEWSFLASH:

I have decided to turn into a cheapskate. I've decided that I'm spending too much on trivial things and so I have no money to but the things I really want in life, like a multitool among other survival goodies. Yes, I'm am avid reader of survival manuals and I view programs that demonstrate survival techniques in various situations. More on that in another post.
I'll also tell you my plans to save money a few days from now, but once I decided to stop spending too much, I decided to see if there was any junk lying around the house I could use or sell. I only managed to clean one tub in which I keep my personal junk, but here's what it contained.

The train and the platform - 55 fiction

So this is my first attempt at 55 fiction, which is a story within 55 words.

 The train and the platform

In the plush AC compartment, the infant cried out.

“There, there” said the mother, as she soothed it. The baby quieted down and fell asleep in its mother arms.

Outside, on the platform, the beggar woman's infant cried out.

“There, there” said the mother. The baby quieted down and fell asleep in its mother arms.

Of mushrooms and Bigelows...

Ok, so I woke up today and realised that I haven't posted anything in a while. So I decided to blog. Now what to blog about??? IPL?? The weather?? My non existent relationships??

Well, I decided that I'd blog about the dangers of eating mushrooms.

What?? Nobody's interested?? Damn... 

Oh all right, I'll just give another update while I think of a good topic.

Post exam update

Well I don't have an interesting topic right now to write on, so I'll just give you an update on my boring life.
My mid semester exams ended today. Oh happy day! That translates into a four day break after which its back to college and start the pre-production of my semester project film.

In other news, it has gotten really hot and stuffy around here and I'm forced to eat three ice creams a day just to maintain my body temperature. I'm not complaining though.

I want to try out Skype and see how that thing works.

I also have to get back to my story books which have been left in severe neglect the last few weeks.

What else.... well nothing at the present.
I'll post something interesting soon. I promise. *solemn look*

First attack!

The preparation had taken months. The planning had been meticulous, the timing calculated to the very last second. There was not going to be an error. There couldn't be. This was clockwork, it always had been clockwork.

The time had arrived. They picked their target area and got ready. After assembling together for months, it was finally time for the operation. With a flourish and deep rumble, they jumped.

One of them had already picked a target. Now hurtling towards it at breakneck speed, their was no room for error. There wouldn't be. Increasing speed and slightly changing angle, the target was going to be hit anytime soon. The closer the target came, the bigger he got and the lesser the chance of an error got, if there ever was one. Closer, closer.... Almost there and....

Anger

Anger. Clear, transparent and consuming. It’s a weird emotion. It lies dormant in you, waiting for the right time. Waiting for the time when you flick on that switch in your mind, and then it arises, consuming your thoughts, your ideas, your rationality and everything else until all that’s left is that pure, undiluted anger. 

Everything burns...

We had just stepped out of class when we heard it; a building on Park Street had caught fire. We rushed to the college roof to look, and there it was in the distance. Thick, black smoke; rising menacingly towards the sky....

Death and all her lovers

Two of my friends and I headed to Park Street cemetery. I had always wanted to go there after reading "Gorosthane Sabdhan (Beware in the cemetery)", a story by Satyajit Ray. And since my college is in Park Street it was all the more easier....

Writing a script

So a friend and I started writing the script for our movie. In case you didn't know,we have to make short films every semester. So this time our topic is to make a dynamised movie. Don't ask me what is is, check Wikipedia.
So we started at these benches we have in college where people hang out. And we started it. Here's how it went.

Coming back from college...

Crowds. An endless, faceless stream of people pouring out from every corner. Tall, short, dark, fair, rich, poor, young, old. Alone, couples, groups. All of them with stories to tell and not enough people to hear them.