I was randomly flicking through the pages of my Ultimate You book which, believe me, I've found after an incredibly long time, and my eyes fell upon the date,18th August, and guess what? That's right! Today is the World Bad Poetry day. So, Guest (The Anime enthusiast, remember?) and I decided to spare some 3 and a half minutes and pen down an atrocious poem. What we did was write down 10 lines each( very secretively of course) and placed them alternatively, much like what Meera and I had done with one of our previous posts, Travel, Not so Quintessential Existentialism, And Coffee. Only, we actually knew each others' lines back then and the post actually made sense. This one? Not so much.
Well, I guess it's easy to figure out which line belongs to whom. ;D
#FunPost ( And trust me, I NEVER use Hashtags, but this is a special occasion).
Cheerio,
Ami-chan ( Because I evolved from Amethyst. Like Pokemon.)
I wonder why
they call it the writer’s block. It’s not like a part of your brain’s being clogged
with last night’s pasta or anything. You’re just being plain lazy. And when
your friend living 701 kilometers away asks you to write something, even the
most mundane things, like that frayed piece of thread from my skirt hanging
below my ankle right now, seems extraordinarily interesting. Anyway, coming to
the point. The article. Amethyst’s been bugging me day in, and day out, to do
something productive. Before I could think of a witty retort, as to why I am
unable to produce an article so interesting, so engaging that she’ll begin
respecting me more, she flies off to some Godforsaken place filled with tigers,
‘faaaaaar from civilization’, as she puts it. Meanwhile, I’m fighting the urge
to stop eating all the baked goodies I’m making for this new-year’s get
together. Bingeing, they call it. I can’t explain why, but no amount of sugar
rush seems to help these days.
"Doing nothing is very hard to do. You never know when you're finished."
-Leslie Nielsen.
Here's the proof of our retarded-ness. We were simply lying around jobless doing nothing(while we should've been studying with sobriety) when we suddenly came up with the idea of putting our madness on paper. Or in this case, in print.
Short stories, as far as they go, are self-sufficient. They don't seem deficient of anything, whatever be the genre. Be it an ominous Roald Dahl, or a warm and humorous R.K. Narayan. Here's a concoction of Amethyst's and Meera's ever so conflicting take on life, with a dash of randomness. To back up this piece we came up with, is a little story on how the story( Article?) came into existence:
A bored Amethyst pings an ever so lost Meera, who, obvously, is drowning her sullen cynicism in a pot of -yes- coffee. And just then.. when we were on the verge of a genius breakthrough-cum-pulitzer-winning-marvel, Meera's internet goes kaput. Just like that. Enough to send Meera into raging fumes.
For, after over a blooming (strictly metaphorical, and a little sarcastic, even) month of what can only be called writer's block, and a serious case of the Lazy Bum, we decided to muster up every last ounce of our will power, creativity and sanity, channeling it into what one can only call a productive piece of thought provoking, yet brainless literature, bordering in on existential nihilism.
To sum it up, this entire piece was what we had as a 'conversation' on Skype( The different coloured sentences indicating Meera's and Amethyst's views) . Ah, if only we could insert our never ending remarks as well, it would have been perfect. No fretting though. Sit back and enjoy. =D
Travelling can be a pain sometimes.But I still like
travelling. The reason being, as sickening as it could get, there're always new
things to see. And new people to meet.
One day, when I was on a train to Palette
Town (oh yeah), I saw this incredible sight. There was a person near a lamp post wearing a T-Shirt that read 'I can give a headache to an aspirin' and holding out a torch.And that sight- of the man holding the torch set off a chain of thoughts in my mind; one of the reasons I absolutely cherish travelling.
Knowing different
cultures, meeting different people and looking at life from a different
perspective. And then.. I thought. What would life be, if there was monotony-
with no natural selection to divide society!How boring and uninteresting it would be if we
all had the same thoughts, did the same things and liked the same kind of
people; hell, human kind wouldn't even have developed with no originality or
creativity.
Monotony, like
self-pity- I realize- is only the next worse thing in the world.You know
exactly what will happen when because you can easily read your peers' minds and
in the process you don't look forward to future or living life at all. Life,
much like a chick-flick, is a sugar-coated whodunit.And life somehow is
related to travel it seems - an average human living up to the age of 80, it
seems, would have at least travelled 108,131 miles(may or may not be true).
One thing that could make the world a happier place, is
coffee.. That, however, does not in any way 'reduce' one's life expectancy-
only fills the world with energized people, leaving them happier. And the other
being travel - sometimes when we absolutely need to get away from our lives and
reality, travelling allows us to have a
sense of escapism just like books and movies; we involve ourselves in other
peoples' lives and their stories and forget our problems for a while.
Coffee, much like travel, is a getaway for many- it creates
that much needed illusion of inter-dimensional travel, freeing one of their
worries, albeit temporary.But then again if we really wanted to 'travel'
inter-dimensionally and soar in the air, we could always do psychedelics - a
euphemistic term for drugs.
Having said that, we don't really see a workaholic couple
doping themselves every morning at the breakfast table, before kissing each
other goodbye for the day and running off to work.So, coffee in a way, wins I suppose and
like someone once said - 'Happiness is a cup of coffee and a really good book'. So go make some nice, hot coffee and head to the nearest library.
So, moral of the story, you ask? Go make some nice coffee, and head to the nearest library( It accounts for travel, no?). And if possible, on the way, try to meet some weird and eccentric people who can prove their originality to you( Preferably wearing a T-shirt that reads ' Come say Hi to me, you suckers!).
Song Credits: Cruel and beautiful world - By Group Love
