The pen is mightier than the person

Do writers have to be intelligent and well-adjusted to be good at what they do? Are we, by default, more knowledgeable or insightful? Are we more self-aware because we can better articulate our emotions? I don’t think so. Some of the most self-destructive people I know are writers. Vain, isolated and insensitive. Yet they are also some of the most interesting human beings I interact... Continue Reading →

How to overcome writer’s block: Brush your teeth

A writer’s block can be infuriating. It isn’t a melody to go out of tune. Neither a slip of the painter's brushstroke nor an itch on the sculptor’s wrist. It is akin to a difficult conversation with someone you love about where the relationship is going. If things are messed up, you must find a... Continue Reading →

Born to be Wilde

Writing about social issues used to give me fake powers. Arms stretched out, I jogged across a building terrace - pinching the loose ends of my superhero cape. I was on a mission way to save lives. Tackle injustice. Analyze political quagmires. Make bold statements about societal norms. No fear of consequences. Always ready to fight... Continue Reading →

The right hand doesn’t know what the left brain wants

Bad handwriting has been a source of embarrassment and anxiety in my life. Whenever I write in cursive form, the alphabets resemble ouroboroses in heat. Unglamorously entwined yet madly unhinged. I am saddened by it. Perhaps, as a writer - I feel obliged to be better at this. I remember the first time when someone had... Continue Reading →

The blogger who doesn’t have a Ferrari to sell

I remember a conversation I had with a friend about blogging a few years ago. I was making light of my attempts during the mid-2000s. In hindsight, I realized that I had made a few assumptions. One was that my older blogs were failures and the second - that the current one is a success. ... Continue Reading →

You can’t run, but you can write

Writing might feel like a strange purpose when you aren’t paid for it. You should keep at it because improvement only comes with practice. However, a writer’s pursuit for perfection is a never-ending journey. That's a fancy way of putting it. The truth is that there are neither zeniths for us to attain. There are no moon landings. No timeouts... Continue Reading →

6 things that writers can learn from sparrowhawks

I am at peace being a writer. I have been in the business for 12 years. In hindsight, I wish I had picked another profession, preferably in wildlife conservation or goat-farming. I can’t complain though. It’s akin to choosing a mode of transport. I would rather fly from one place to another. But I can’t fret over... Continue Reading →

Write more, get some sleep and don’t drink Pepsi

Most nights I find myself in a staring contest with the ceiling fan. I try and count every circular motion. My eyes can never keep up. I can remember each and every time how it feels to fail at this. I am always sure I have lost count before. The hours tick by, they roll over like tumbling dice. The television watches me fall asleep. The bathroom... Continue Reading →

How I stopped worrying about WordPress being a jerk

A few days ago, WordPress disabled my blog without any warning. It was gone and replaced with a tactless update about how I may have breached the terms and conditions. I cursed under my breath and wrote about five emails to WordPress Support. I had no idea why it happened. I thought perhaps they had... Continue Reading →

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