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I read a post today. It was about an AI created game-universe. Or something like that. It’s a nice post. Read it. The post ticked off a line of thought which I’ve tried to retrace. Hopefully, it’s going to sound a bit more lucid, out of my
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There’s this thing going on in my country right now, maybe you’ve heard of it. It is not something I am proud of, of course. But I’ve been told not to write about it. Before you assume anything, it has nothing to do with censorship, or fear,
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Something happened yesterday. Something interesting. But before I tell you what that thing was.., like always, here’s a little back story. I was drained, as I got home yesterday. Most of the day was spent outside, at an amusement park, in the lovely company of my little sister, and
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I must admit something here. Must, yes, for if I consider my writing here something, an adjective if you may, it is honest. I don’t second guess anything I write. It is mostly a product of a single sitting, and when I get up, the post, the article, the
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When I had begun here originally, I had imagined this to be a place where I would talk mostly about writing, and then, as an add-on, a little bit of other stuff. I mean all you have to do is hover the mouse pointer over the blog menu, and you
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This happened. It was one of those days. I had called up almost all of my friends (it’d be helpful to know, here, that I maintain a fairly short list, a single digit is sufficient to count the number, in fact!) and was yearning to meet somebody, anybody. But
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Okay, not really. But first of all, congratulations to all who survived 2015; hope to see you on the other end of 2016; unscratched. Second of all, apologies for my absence from the blog. I was travelling, and as it turns out I still can’t plan in advance, whenever
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I reached a milestone with my last post here. It was my fiftieth post on this blog, and I felt I had to write about that; to commensurate it. It is important after all, to celebrate the big, and the small. Fifty is not that big a number if you
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There are days, when, you question things, not the good things, no… you question yourself, and your doings… If what you are doing makes any sense? If you should continue doing what you are doing? Are you special, or is it just a product of the times that you live
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It was easier this time around; thinking about the thing to write about this week. It happened naturally enough; you see I had just finished writing the eleventh chapter. And so, it was quite clear that I was going back to writing about writing. Also, I’m using a lot
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Today, the day I begin writing this post that is, is a Saturday. The plan, you see, is, or rather was, to have finished writing the first draft of the current week’s post by this point. That, however, did not happen this time around. You see, the week started
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There are some books, which when you’ve finished reading, make you want to write all that much more! They remind why is it exactly that you are doing what you are doing! Writing books, is not a pleasant process! Fahrenheit 451 was one such book. It was art. It
