Teens to Toons

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...