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Saying a lot, saying a little… who cares?
Saying a lot, saying a little… who cares?
Jul 9th
Posted by SEV in staying.general
I’ve mentioned the general tendency for things to remain in ‘Drafts’ for way too long around here. Take for example, my deconstruction of ‘Raavan’ vis-a-vis ‘Raajneeti’.. which was started on 2 weeks ago. And has yet to see the light of day. I don’t think it ever will now. I can only wonder about what is going to happen to my Disney/Bond deconstructions.
Yes, you read that right. Disney/Bond. Deconstruction.
I’m now going to throw my hat over the fence and try something a little more ambitious than just saying to myself “1 post a week, dude. Thats all it takes to keep your blog alive”.
*drumroll* I’m attempting a serial story. *drumroll peters away as player batteries run out*
The underlying idea, to be honest, is not my own. Its a hybrid of ideas that one friend threw at me.. another sort of fleshed it out a wee bit more. But, since then, it’s languished in my archives for nearly 7 months now.. and I think that if I start writing it, I might actually get round to having it in readable form. Which would be nice.
So, given that I’ve only barely thought out a few parts of it so far.. there will be continuity issues. You know it. I’m going to retroactively edit in case something turns up as a glaring error.
Plus, I’ve wanted to write a serial story since I was in 8th grade. You don’t want to know why. It had nothing to do with reading stories from the Womens Era magazine. Honest.
Currently, it is entitled ‘The Man Who Was’. Will update this post with the archive link for this story once I have at least one part up. As of now, it is just another ‘tag’ on this blog; assuming I complete it, I’ ll make it a proper page and everything.
Parts will be numbered. Parts will be regular, as else I lose track of all trains of thought regarding this story. Parts will.. be interesting?
Part 1 will be up later today.
Comments/feedback, as always, will be essential. And much appreciated.
Update: Link to archive.
Jul 1st
Posted by SEV in staying.aside
..I think it has something to do with the fact that my work is in a slow phase.
Funny how that worked out.
p.s. Yes, this is yet another “filler” post. Lets see what July has in store for us.
Jun 22nd
Posted by SEV in staying.thoughts
Purple or orange? Orange or purple?
She looked from one to the other. And back. Then back again.
Someone moved in the far corner, and she whipped around to see what had happened. There was a movement in front of her which she felt, rather than sensed, and she reached out blindly. While turning back to the choice at hand.
The decision had been made for her: she was left with only purple now. Where was the orange?
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“Ammmmaaaaaaaa! Ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaa….”
Yes, that was me. Yes, I was whining.
My little sister was bullying me. She wanted my Superman. Actually, she had taken my Superman.
And given my parents absolute lack of concern about my Superman, it didn’t seem like I was getting it back.
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She wanted the orange water-bottle. This purple one was clearly substandard. The cap had come off when she had pulled at it to open. Her elder sister appeared to have an invulnerable bottle. Plus it was orange. Orange was awesome. She looked around, her parents only seemed concerned that she not fall off the table. She had to make them see the point. She pointed at the orange bottle. No reaction. Split-seconds later, she started crying. Out loud. Pointing. And crying. Immediate reactions.
Except her elder sister. Who seemed perfectly content to watch TV while drinking. Out of that awesome orange water-bottle.
“Oh she wants your bottle, P___. Just give it to her. Its ok. See this purple one? Just as good.”
No effect on the older sister.
“She’s a baby, P___. You are older. Give it to her, na. When Daddy says something you’re supposed to obey, right?”
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“Mom, she’s breaking my Superman!”
I was explained to that I was an older brother now. I had to share with my little sister. Plus, she was a little kid. How could she break things? Just watch over her. My mother had to get back to the kitchen, the rasam would boil too much otherwise. In the meanwhile, I should be a good boy and make sure that my sister didn’t get hurt while playing. In fact, if I played with her, I could play with my Superman too.
And so I sat with her and tried to explain how Superman could be made to fly. With his arms upright. Which was taken as an indicator that he should be rattled around while being held by one of those upright hands. Or his cape.
My poor Superman. That cape bit had to hurt. I winced in sympathy.
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The older sister, now orange-bottle-less, sat patiently with the purple bottle that had been cast away. The cap hinge had come apart. She kept trying to get it back in place.. so far no luck.
The orange bottle, in the meanwhile, was happily being sucked out of by our erstwhile heroine. Somehow the water tasted sweeter. She gestured towards her parents with the bottle, receiving indulgent smiles in return. A wide, gap-toothed smile in return from her. And she went back to drinking.
Ah, life.
She glanced at her older sister. Who had managed to put the purple bottle back together. Hmm.. it didn’t look so bad after all. But then..
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I had had the best plan in the world.
It had been to to make Superman fly really far away and really high into another room… only to have him come crashing all the way back to my sister due to interference by my mother. My sister didn’t quite like the idea that he was so far away from her.
Plan B. I attempted to barter Superman for my WWE wrestler action figure. It was proving a hard-sell. She wasn’t interested. Muscles and pose be damned.
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The orange bottle was somewhat empty. That purple one appeared full, the one her sister had been drinking out of. Now it was right there on the table. She idly tossed the orange bottle one way, and reached out for the purple. Crawling. She had it!
Her older sister absently reached back for the bottle… and found it gone.
“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
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I watched the mother put the orange bottle away, while the father swung the yelling baby off the table. The older sister sat content with the purple bottle, which she now shook tauntingly at the baby who was looking back while being carried away. Fresh sobs and yells. Exasperated admonishment from the mother: “P___, don’t! I’ll take that one away too!”
I smiled at the mother when she looked at me with a half-smile of exasperation, realizing that I had been privy to the drama. “I never won battles with my younger sister either.”, I said, as I left.
My younger sister always did get to keep my Superman. Until she pulled his arm off, after which he was discarded thoughtlessly. I never did manage to fix him, or restore him to his former double-handed flying glory.
War causes the most destruction to those most innocent, after all
True story.
Jun 14th
Posted by SEV in staying.general
If I had given it another 6 days, it would have been all of 2 posts over the last month. True writer’s block, I guess.
In past times, I’ve been able to resort to movie reviews, memes, random thoughts on tech and… you know, those items that apparently interest almost no-one but me. To fill space up. To have something to put in here.. the empty text box under ‘Add New Post’ that I have opened in a new tab every single day.
I kid you not. I’ve had this page open for one full f*ckin’ week. To no effect. Words I put down seem cliched at best. Lamenting the lack of inspiration. Lamenting the lack of time. Lamenting a deadline.
Y’know. Something similar to what you’re reading. Right now.
Well if its to be a filler post, a filler post it shall be. No point delaying the obvious.
Jun 4th
Posted by SEV in staying.in.my.head
..at least for another year. I’ve paid for it. I’m going to pay for it. Ah well.
I think I should get down to one of those challenges where you post every single day for a month or something.
One of these days, I might.
Back to remaining deathly silent here.. complaining that I can’t think of things to post.. and slowly killing off any remaining creativity that I might have dormant within me.
That is all.
May 20th
Posted by SEV in staying.aside
Barely three posts in the last month. Mandatory Twitter-joining post has happened in the meanwhile.
218 tweets in 10 days have happened since. Nothing on this blog. Even now, I’m struggling with what to write right now.
Worth thinking about when I’m about to renew my hosting plan.
p.s. I’ve “paused” my twitter account.