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.
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.
Me: So it’s blog-day Sunday today, and I swear I’m gonna write something. No excuses.
My Brain: Oh yeah? What about the first chapter of Geography- Resources and Development?
Me: Alright. I’ll write a haiku. It won’t take much time.
My Brain: Don’t kid yourself. You’ve never written a haiku before.
Me: That doesn’t mean I can’t. Give me something, Brain. Continue reading
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.
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!
Continue the party…