Everyday Epiphanies

It's 3:00 pm on a Wednesday. Wednesdays are a breaking point for most people because it's only two days into a week and two days away from the weekend. Not for me though. Wednesdays are when I'm left musing to myself. I'm lying in bed staring up at a wall plastered with polaroids to my left and fairy lights strung up overhead. I'm listening to an obscure indie Nepali artist croon in surround sound and I've drawn the curtains shut.  I've deliberated slipping under the sheets but I just did some spring cleaning and I'd hate to crinkle the blue bed spread. I think my cacti need to be watered but they're desert plants so I figure if they've lived thus far, they should be alright. I made Aloo Gobi for lunch and it reminds me of home and mum telling me I'd inevitably have to cook someday whether I like it or not. I need to wash the dishes and wipe down the sink but the winter chill has always contributed to my laziness so instead I  f

Hello world! (Adopting a new catch-phrase henceforth. It's 2018. Don't ask.) A new year is upon us! And it seems to have renewed my desire to blog again. I'm not going to apologize for my lackluster track record of blogging these past few months because the IB has consumed me whole (and if you don't know what the IB stands for, consider yourself generously bestowed with time, friends and a will to live.) Here's what I'm catching you up on- life. Well, life as it stands now. Things that tickle my funny bone and music that makes me believe I'm hipster. So life wise, I'm in my final quarter of my high school experience. The finish line is close, but spirits are dwindling and hanging on by a thread. Utilitarianism is a quandary, and the pursuit of Differential equations seem futile. But other than that life is dandy. I've been accepted to a university in Japan, halfway across the globe from where I am now, in a small town in the southern island

It's February. Valentine's day is coming up or something. So what is love? Love is my cheesy explanation of what love is. It is my completely unbiased, third-party observation of what loved-up people do. Which is superficial stuff like a ring, a flower and a pink teddy bear from 1973. It's basically my mum and my dachshund yuki after his trip to get vaccinations (she spoils that dog more than she has ever loved me... but then again what really is love?) wait till you guys meet my dog.  Love to me is different though.It's a great pun It's that exact moment when I look at a person, literally anybody, and we have a mutual taste in dank memes.  It's me going bowling with a friend 6832 kms away in India- but over a phone and we still laugh about it. It's my sister talking in her sleep about her love affair with pizza's (it's love because I love the opportunity of having a good laugh about it at breakfast next morning. she's a h

Hello everyone, My IB english Lit. class sought from me, an analysis of the dramatic elements from Act-1 of Arthur Miller's "The Crucible" - a haunting tale based off of the Salem Witch Trials that happened in Massachusetts in 1692-93. I was late going about it, but an analysis they shall receive! Surprising as it may be, I wasn't completely enamored by the prospect of delving into witchcraft and sorcery in the late 17th century (I fear I am an ignorant old soul and the devil does me no good) Oddly enough though after reading through Act-1 of the play and watching a live theater performance  of the same at the Old Vic in London online (directed by Ya ël Farber, 2014) I am totally and utterly be witched *puns always painstakingly intended* All in all, this first half proved to have a very "Exorcist" vibe. waaaay creepy. waaay spooky. very in season with Halloween. Give it a read/watch if your sick of age-old horror films and have a thing for poss

Hello Everybody! It's been almost a year and a half since I've started writing on this blog. I like to think of it as an interesting piece of my subconscious self. The part of me that does do all the thinking and calculating and emoting. Which is why you, as a reader, probably find half the stuff on here- complete and utter gibberish However, in order to grow both as a writer beyond the confines of this blog and a become a much more comprehensible human being, I figured it's time I pulled up my socks and tried to assimilate and emulate every fiction writer ever. Or at least pretend to be one. In my quest to be Fiction-Author-Extraordinaire, I stumbled upon the various techniques and must-do's by the who-ha's of the crime-fighting-myth-busting- heart-breaking world of great stories i.e, namely Stephen King, John Green, Jonathan Franzen and Kurt Vonnegut. So what does it really take to make a great story?  I've done a little research and distilled

Hello teenage-kind.  Today's blog is suppose to be short and crisp (It's also stems off of a class assignment). But we all know i go on forever so, apologies in advance  I know monologues are as English Lit. as it gets. But today I had the greatest epiphany there ever was.   I've always struggled with being a "people person" I can't hold people in awe or move a crowd to tears. heck I can't even get my dog to come play fetch with me -_- Of course being socially awkward is inevitable but it helps to turn to some of our favorite fictional heroes for pointers and much needed help (because I for one distinctly recall every insignificant thing a protagonist has said ever.) So today, we're talking Movies. Monologues. Bad-ass characters. Stuff that blows every compartment of my nano-particle brain. I've picked two of my favorites,  Here goes, #1 Elizabeth Swann in Pirate of The Caribbean: At World's End  "Then,