Teens to Toons

Naah. She ain't dead. Yet. Neither is she close to it.She is hale and hearty and in the bestest of times, as ever any. She is a charming take of beauty, brains and humor. A personality who brought laughters and joy and happiness. A hare in this world of tortoises, who shellshocked them out of their lethargy and made them dance (albeit slowly and left footed). She was something amazing. I promise to tell her tales and exploits to my grandchildren. I promise to remember her wisecracks and wisequacks and smile in my rather stiff lipped manner, leaving people wondering, as to what the reason for my bemusement is. I promise her to get her out of my system, as soon as possible and that is the reason why I scribble on. Ah, another promise, I hope I coul dnot keep. That's me. Fighting myself all the way. when I first met her, or should it be "when we first met". It was a dark, dank thursday afternoon and a timid me, was being interrogated by a belligerent few, snappy like R

An IQ of 146 and a rating of complex intellectual. Intelligence Interval Cognitive Designation Below 75 Mild to profound learning difficulty 75 - 85 Below average 85 - 114 Average 115 - 124 Above average 125 - 134 Gifted 135 - 144 Highly gifted 145 - 164 Genius 165 - 179 High genius 180 - 200 Extraordinary genius I am somewhere up there... but does it really makes sense. I do not know. I would believe in my abilities and myself, rather than some tests.

I am tired of myself. I am tired of being myself for the past year. I have accepted things that I would never have. So why am I like this. I hate myself for allowing myself to degrade. From the best to "almost nothing". That's me. A year older. Ten kgs heavier. I am too fat and I am too lazy. I am twenty-two and I am tired of myself. So is that me? I will change. I will win. I will give my best and when it's not enough, I will give more. That's me. I will be back.

Nostalgia... It is a disease and today it afflicts me...

I have some serious doubts about “love” and “relationships”. It has been simmering in me, as to what makes people fall in love. As they say, “love is the highest emotion”. But is it? I wondered for a long time, waiting to experience that highest emotion and all I could do was to wander around seeing people fall in love. Every time, I pretended to fall in love, the other person moved away. Was I unlucky or my pretense not good enough? I had lots of questions for myself. I set about solving the riddle. The first question that came up was “why should I fall in love?” Basically it is an instinctive urge for sex which makes the opposites attract and reproduce. Pleasure is another reason. But how does a person decide on whom to love. I guess that is instinctive too. Men usually see the physical aspects and women see the other aspects along with the physical aspects too. I have seen people sacrifice a lot and paying a high price for such an emotion. Is it actually worth it is unknown to

Introduction The cryptic crossword is like a normal crossword with a few differences. The first of these is the diagram itself. There are two types of diagrams most commonly used in cryptics. One is very similar to the conventional crossword in that it is a grid with black squares. However, there are a lot fewer words in a cryptic. Why? Because conventional crosswords have to be fully checked i.e. every letter must be used in both an across word and a down word. Roughly half of the letters in each word in a cryptic is an unch. An unch is a letter which appears in only one word whether it is across or down. The other main difference between conventional and cryptic crosswords is the clues. Conventional puzzles have clues which consist only of a definition, although the definitions can be misleading and don't have to come straight from the dictionary. Any clue in a cryptic crossword consists of two parts. The first is a straight definition. The second is some type of wordplay

Disappointment. The word actually is a joke. Looking at life in the bigger perspective, a person does not matter at all. Crazy, as it may seem, I am pathetically insecure at the thought of passing away unnoticed and unknown. Big words, Big Ideas and Big Attitudes. That I guess sums it up, for me at least. All my life, I have imagined being purposeful and mindful of opportunities to learn. My parents always wanted me to try out new things, and do them on my own. They let me dream. Never did they force their wishes on me, and I kept learning. I learnt a lot. At least that was what I thought. Guess a few pages can sum them up. Most of the stuff I did happened to me. Fine Arts, Quizzing, Sports, Mathematics, Computers, Research, Literature. I did them to the best of my abilities and I guess I did well. So when I did them and did them well, why is it that I am fumbling for the right direction? So where did I go wrong? I guess in two places. Knowledge and Reason. People dislike knowledge and

Most poor pictures are caused by camera movement. A camera must not be hand held at shutter speeds less than 60. At the least, a tripod must be used. I had been going over the basics, I had learnt over the last decade. I do that whenever I am nervous. I have been doing my stuff instinctively and as of now, I have been pretty successful. But this time had to do my homework, I can’t take chances, you see. Not this time. Most photographers are often fearful of close-up photography. Dewdrops on grass, details of a butterfly wings, vein structure of a leaf, all of close-up photography is concerned with recording details of the subject. It is essentially a balancing act. The subject being too close to photographer, sometimes just overawes him. Every detail, if taken care of, still calls for luck. Other than static subjects, mobile subjects should be confined without hurting or upsetting. The depth is extremely important. Depth!! How do I estimate depth? Depth has indeed been a worrying facto

A boy on the beach. Shorts-clad. Bare-backed. Lying on the hazel sands. The sun going down… that’s how I want to see myself, want my life. As the term is drawing to its end, forgive me if I am misty eyed. It is always like "first you came, and then you die". I am a nameless spirit, walking the barren lands carrying a load under indifferent skies, my mind a perfect blank, and I am just 21 years old. I am struggling. Loads of burden. Tired. People bump into me, walk a distance, become a part of me and then just go away. Just like that. I am cruel; I am the devil in human form. A "laugher", loudmouthed connoisseur of existential pain. Ever since this lifetime began and as it ends, there has not been much difference between me and a beast. But I hope I am able to change myself in the next life, for the better. I have changed my identity, name, face and clothes in a continuum of experiences, not ever knowing what to feel, what to think. I regard myself through a multitud

“ What words should convey” A Critique on Writer’s Choice Whenever I have been sentimotional, I always feel a presence. It persists while I become calm; the lips do not speak and yet convey, the closed eyes let me see. I am sure I imagine them or it or whatever. I read passionately, it is an obsession for me. I want to feel the world without making an effort to get up from my armchair. I want to feel the range of emotions, allowed to humans, but I do not want to interact, for I am not willing to hurt myself. I want to feel them impersonally, without letting anyone know, secretly. I wonder if it were possible. I have my favorites. Most people have, but the best part is that these people let themselves be affected by them. I try my hardest to be affected. I love those, who let me dream, who let me be what I want to be, not preaching me neither walking me through. I want to be tickled in the most delightful of ways. Why should I accept anything less? I feel a writer is an a