Of television, mythology and Whatsapp forwards

Disclaimer: This is a rant. If you do not like rants or are currently not in the mood for one, please feel free to leave.

This Thunberg-bashing needs to stop

Every time I think a new threshold for stupidity has been set and people couldn’t possibly go beyond that, they do. Always. Without fail.

This time, it’s trolling a 16-year-old girl who’s campaigning against climate change and trying to save the planet.

I am, of course, talking about none other than the braided messiah of climate activists- Greta Thunberg.

So lately, I’ve read a couple of newspaper columns, exclusively by bitter old Indian men, whose sole aim is to bash Greta Thunberg. They say that she is just an immature schoolgirl who knows nothing of world politics whatsoever and her passionate UN speech was a typical juvenile outburst which was aimed at nothing but garnering attention. They say that being white and privileged, and from a first-world country whose per capita carbon emissions stand at a whopping 4.5 metric tons, she has no right to take away the opportunity to a better life for ‘our children’; namely, children in third world countries like India.

In The Defence of Fairweather Friends

As I reblog this brilliant post, WordPress says to me ‘Add your thoughts’. Thing is, I’ve already added my thoughts in the comments section of Tanushka’s blog and it would be redundant to copy-paste them here, so if you do want to read my thoughts, head on over to her comments section. But I doubt you’ll be needing them after reading her post.

That Desperate Friend

Last week, I was making chai for myself to procrastinate and I decided to play some music, because heavens forbid that I am left alone with the voice inside my head for even a second during the whole day. I was trying out new songs, and this particular one by Bruno Major called “Fairweather Friends” caught my attention. The beat was okay, the vibe as the kids call it these days, was afternoon-y. But that’s not why I am writing this. In the pre chorus, there is a line that goes,

“I wish you could see
He’ll never love you
Quite like me
He’ll write you a sad song just like one of mine
But I know it won’t make you cry”

First of all, I don’t think you, as a competitor, are the right person to judge my friends’ song writing skills, Bruno bro. Also, my tears…

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A public announcement

*Brazenly copies Misha Collins’ twitter greeting*

Hola, Anishamigos!

Now I don’t normally do social media-y posts like this; if I have something to tell you, I usually put it in an author’s note at the end of my regular stuff. But if you’ve read Killing the Creator part 13 you know I didn’t do it this time and even told you to watch out for this post. What the hell? Have I finally gone batty, you ask?

Well, no. I would’ve told you this in the author’s note itself, but then it’d have been too long and it wouldn’t be fit to be called a note anymore. And besides, the news merited an individual post. So, I present to you- me wasting your time a public announcement.

Ahem, ahem. *Spends five minutes clearing throat* *Drinks a one-litre water bottle* *Picks up a megaphone and gets on the soapbox*

I’ve been published.

OTT Liberalism and why I hate it

If you read the title of this post and went “Oh, just another dumb far-rightist spreading their idiotic propaganda”, then let me stop you right there. If you don’t wanna read this post, fine. But let me clarify just one thing- I am not a conservative. I am the very opposite of conservative. I’m a liberal. 

Optimism? Pessimism? Realism.

‘Optimism is a scam. It’s realism that gets you through life,’ I typed out my WhatsApp status, finally wording one of my unconventional beliefs.

Today, I’m gonna talk about that WhatsApp status. Numerous speakers talk about optimism, the power of positive thinking, et cetera, et cetera. Many of them pose that classic (which is to say, cliched) ‘Is the glass of water half empty or half full?’ question to their audience, holding up said glass for the whole room to ponder about.

First of all, let me add as a disclaimer, I’m not saying optimism is a bad thing. How can thinking positively be bad? All I’m saying is that it’s impractical.

Dear anti-feminists…

Earlier, I refrained from writing non-creative stuff on the Factory. But I realised, since I’ve not really defined it as a haven for fiction and poetry, but rather a workshop of ideas, I shouldn’t be restricting ideas. I shouldn’t be putting any tags on my blog.

So here it is. My first non-creative write-up here. Although you could argue that Iratus was hidden social commentary, so it’s technically not the first time I’m doing socio-political commentary here. But still, it was a parody so technically creative.

I’m sorry you won’t be getting another part of Killing the creator today, but it’s something I really want to say.

Now I’ve seen many people, both in real life and on the internet who derise feminism. They say feminism equals sexism towards the female gender. They claim to be ‘humanists’ and not feminists. What they do not realise is that feminism is that so-called humanism.

Swag- and other things that turn me into a demon

Today, I’m not expressing myself through either poetry or prose. This is just a raw post, of me talking to- not my brain this time- but to you. With no literary coverings.  If that’s not what you’d like to read, you can just skip this post- I won’t hold it against you. I promise.

10 names you would not want for yourself

Welcome back, dear readers! So this time, another one of my random thought processes resulted in a list of names that, when said aloud, result in a bout of laughter. I didn’t have time to think of a story or a poem because I’m out travelling in South India for 12 days. I stole some of the transportation time to write, so thankfully I won’t be skipping Blog Day-Sunday. A useful tip from my side should you ever visit South India- do not eat South Indian food in restaurants. The food doesn’t taste good over there, and they also charge if you take extra sambhar (a kind of curry made with arhar pulses and eaten with almost every food), which you’re bound to, because they give it in bowls as small as a half hollowed-out apple. Instead, eat at roadside stalls or street vendors. Their food is way more delicious, and it’s cheaper. Plus, they don’t charge for extra sambhar.

Well, enough chattering. Let’s get to our list.

10 Metaphors for life+ 10 followers celebration

Today I’ve reached a milestone- a small one, I admit, but important nevertheless. After all, millions of droplets together make an ocean.

Okay, hang self-control now – I’ve reached 10 followers! Yay!