People who know me would probably know how the very prospect of getting a haircut fills my mouth with burning vitriol.
The reaction is almost incomparable, with the possibility of having to clean my room being a major, albeit rare, exception.
Nonetheless, as one grows older, one comes to realise that maintaining these long, glossy, bouncy, wavy hair, which have now come to be a significant part of your identity, is growing more and more untenable every passing day.
“Time erodes us all.”
― Meg Rosoff
With a heavy heart, I decided to pay a visit to the barbers’, and shear off my lustrous mane, lest I ruin whatever still remained of it.
However, as it would turn out, my wallet was completely empty, and a visit was all I could afford to pay.
And, as the gods above would have it, my mane survives another day.
So, after getting thoroughly drenched earlier today, I can say that the summer is officially over, and monsoon has arrived, and with quite a bang, if I may say so.
Congratulations to the guys over at IMD, who forecast monsoon to hit us between 10th and 15th of this month.
While many might be overjoyed with that news, I happen to have rather mixed feelings about the rains, and not just because I am grumpy after getting soaked to the skin. Continue reading Word of the Week #63:
Okay, so this post is in response to the post I made last week…
It feels really odd when I say something that seems to contradict what I said exactly one week ago, but I guess it does need to be said.
You see, anyone who knows me well enough will agree that there are times when I immerse myself so deep into my work that I just cannot stop drowning. Of course, that is still prime fodder for artistic creativity, but the artist himself must pay a hefty price. Lives of artists like Sylvia Plath and, in more recent history, Amy Winehouse should serve as a reminder.
As often debated by a particularly incandescent, albeit fictional, pair of contemporary artists, is true art a flash of beauty burning bright and then vanishing in a moment, or is it something eternal that contains our soul and is passed down to our descendants? That is the question always on our minds.
Do I dare say I have the answer? Not in the slightest.
All I do know is that a horse can only gallop so much, before its legs and its heart gives way. And I still have miles to go.
So, in conclusion, we do have an update. Book Two might take longer than I earlier expected, but that may be for the best.
Have you ever worked so hard that others thought you were going insane?
Have you ever worked so hard that you too thought you were going insane?
Have you ever worked so hard that you actually did go insane?
No? On all three counts? Sounds quite like the verdict on a cop who allegedly killed an unarmed black guy… Anyway, where was I?
Yeah, if you have never felt that way, you probably will not understand this. Continue reading Word of the Week #61:
No, we are not talking about obesity. People can be so touchy, you know.
Instead, let us talk about people on the opposite end of the scale; people who actually need more of our attention than they currently do. So, obviously, we are not talking about fashion models either…
Today, as we speak, over 20 million people lie at risk at death from starvation. This comes after it was concluded well over a hundred years ago that distribution of food is more to blame for famines than its actual scarcity.
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Yes, this is a day that deserves celebration, and for more reasons than one.
To begin with, I have made a complete and rapid recovery from the illness of the past week, and that is always a cause for cheer.
The main milestone we celebrate today is the completion of the plotting of Book Two, also known as Arrkaya: Immortals.
I will concede, it took a lot longer than expected, and that may be attributed partly to the number of new threads that have been introduced in this book.
Also, there were quite a few loose ends to pick up from Book One, and deciding which ones need to be tied up and which ones can remain untied is a major chore.
Weaving all of these together took me over two years, but I am happy to say that the threads seem to be blending together quite well…
So, how much longer till the first draft is ready? I don’t mean to show sound too optimistic but… A couple of weeks?
Anyway, we would let you know the status by the end of the month…
Yeah, I am not feeling great, right now. And, I’m not even sure why…
Just one of those days when you have a hot ball of lead stuck in your oesophagus.
Now, I don’t always fall ill, but when I do, I have to tell everybody. Continue reading Word of the Week #58: