A year and a half ago, I was asked to describe myself as a writer during a team writing workshop held by my then-boss. This is what I penned down.
I often find myself wondering if writing is all I truly have to offer to this world. Or maybe I’ve been asking myself the wrong questions all along.
Q: Who am I as a writer?
A: To be fairly honest and precise: Insecure. It is a strange sort of a relationship where writing makes me incredibly nervous. So, I know what you’re thinking, why would I pursue something that terrifies me? Well, because it’s the very thing that simultaneously brings me peace. And isn’t that what we are all eventually after?
I am one half of a two member editorial and content development studio called The Short Staff. As a full-time freelance writer and editor, I contribute to a bunch of print and digital publications including DNA India’s DNA Money supplement. Here’s a article that was published on May 5, 2017. Here’s an excerpt and the link to the full article.
As fate of the Kohinoor continues to be a giant question mark, this April, the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence (DRI) announced the homecoming of over a hundred antique pieces stolen and smuggled out of the country. As the interest in Indian antiques surges, auction houses, dealers and stores dealing with antiquities, vintage items and collectables are garnering new-found interest.
International auction house Saffronart’s CEO Hugo Weihe points out, “It’s one area that has seen enormous growth in the past few years. But it’s quite undervalued, in more senses than one. India has an extraordinary heritage of 5,000 years or more and it has really been overlooked.” Saffronart holds live and online auctions of modern, contemporary and classical Indian art as well as offers services like art advisory, appraisals and valuations, and specialised art storage. Viewed on web and smartphones, their online auctions have seen sizeable activities and also exposes a larger, newer audience to the art of collecting rarities. Adapting to this democratic new medium makes auctions hugely accessible.
I’ve been cleaning out my closet… not figuratively, quite literally. I’ve been physically going through all the crap I’ve accumulated over 28 years of living. I’ll be moving out soon and I find myself holding on this aforementioned crap harder than ever. I haven’t even packed a little because the hoarding is a genuine problem.
Hoarding is also amazing. I’ve found so many forgotten things including a long exercise book. It’s hardbound and horrendous looking in green and yellow. Inside are meticulously number poems and self-pep talks from a teenage me. As I sat crossed leg on the cold floor of my lil’ bedroom, I flipped through pages of a young girl I don’t remember but somewhat recognise. It’s a fairly angst filled except I don’t remember the backstory/inspiration of each poem. I barely even remember who it’s for.
Want to hear the best part? It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s for me and now as I share this petite poem on this tiny blog… it’s for you.
I did it. I moved from the painful clutches of Blogger.com to semi-painful WordPress.com. I’m still not sure how right or wrong the decision was. All I know is right now, I’m not equipped to handle WordPress.org and the .com version allows me some time to concentrate less on the backend and more on the front.
This year is going to be epic. I’ve recently joined the Full-time Blogger and Freelance Writer and whatever-fun-things-come-my-way club. I’ve been in it for a grand total of 2 days and it’s been busy, liberating and even a little scary. As I mentioned in my recent Instagram post, this is perhaps the riskiest thing I’ve ever done. That’s part sad to think I haven’t done anything risky and also amazing because there’s always a start.
There’s a lot on the cards for 2017 – so many changes, so much evolution. For starters, I figured Slow Motion Thoughts ought to get a facelift too. Although I didn’t have the liberty to choose my own template from the web (WordPress.com doesn’t let you do that), I picked this particular pre-loaded theme Toujours. I love how it embraces negative space and totally resonates with my current fave aesthetic of minimalism.
I don’t have Photoshop or image editing softwares, so when I needed to work on the Site Title and Site Icon, I found myself on this web editor called Fotor. It has an odd URL with H5 in it but it’s totally legit. A few hours looking for free vector online (in jpeg and not ai) and chewing the brains of my Designer friends (Sirawon & Ayushi), resulted in this.
Ah, the dread. A relative decides she wants to behold your beautiful face and says she’ll drop by soon or the husband calls and casually drops a bomb about his colleagues visiting or you entirely forgot that you called work friends over for tea. As you rack your overworked mind with all failed excuses you can use to get out of this predicament, a silent realisation sinks in. The house is in a complete mess. Panic, you will and rightly so but we suggest you keep the “why me?” wailing session short and crisp. A quick clean-up is on the charts and you are your own help. Good thing you have us to walk you through it.
THE BEDROOM TREATY
Start with reminding yourself the best news of the day: Your unexpected guests are not going to set foot in the bedroom. This realisation will set you free, calm those nerves and bring out the sly evil in you! You thought right, the bedrooms can be utterly ignored and utilised as temporary dumping grounds (Insert: creepy resonating laugh).
Remember when you were a 17 year old kid who thought it was so cool to skip class and hang out in the canteen? Well, James Charles is a lot like you… NOT. He is perhaps the coolest 17 year old around right now. An internet sensation, James is a makeup artist with skills that will put anyone to shame. More recently, an American makeup brand even signed him up to be their first male model, making history of sorts.
We’ve been following James on Instagram and YouTube for a while and well, we cannot get enough of his extraordinary skill. We love his ideas, his 100 km/hr talking speed, those insanely relatable tweets and the way he deals with haters.
Anything I say falls short of who he is and what he means to me. Languages can be a shallow thing like that. Well, late last year he and I decided we’d like to spend the rest of our lives creating our own language, our own little world. Continue reading “Meet D.R.R TrollKill”→
Last week was tough. Lesson learnt: No eating outside food during the rains. Now that I work in my favourite part of the city (Bandra, duh), after work involves a lot of aimless loafing. On one such walk, I met and had a silent conversation with the cutest boy. Look at him! *heart eyes*
On another rainy day, I came home to something sweet and spicy. A little something from the good people at Paper Boat. I loved their Jaljeera drink but then I discovered their Guava Chilli drink. Now I can’t decide which one I love more (pakka Libra girl). Anyway, they also sent me a sweet tin box for memories and a copy of Jungle Book that I’ve started reading.
Christmas is almost here and so is Star Wars! I have a *good* feeling about this. I’ve been hunting for Star Wars merch that doesn’t break the bank and I figured you’d appreciate a heads up too. Did some insane amount of searching and found 7 amazing deals on Star Wars-y stuff and they are all under Rs 900 bucks.
Perfect for gifting your Jedi obsessed friend who has been quoting Han Solo all week or even for you as you continue to curse the hell out of Diwale and Bajirao Mastani for pushing the release a week. While we anxiously wait and dodge ever know spoiler on the internet, here’s something that will make you feel better.
Brave today. Brave tomorrow. Somedays are harder than the rest. Most afternoons are spent craving for the night. For sleep and rest. Shit happens now and then. Or so I’ve learnt. Hold it together. Wait for the night when no one can see you or hear you. And then let go…
Monday. It’s you again. You came knocking too quickly. But it’s almost December and we have only 6 more of you this year. So in your face, Monday!
I wrote this for R. Like every other corny/cheesy line I have written since 2009. I couldn’t have written truer words than these. With every song, happy or sad or funny, my mind wanders through the lyrics and ends up with him. Something about music, the very existence of it, makes me think of R.
So, he asked me a question on Halloween day 2015. The most important question someone could ask someone. The answer to which I knew years before…
Some Mondays are harder than most. Today was exceptionally difficult. But somehow we will ourselves out of bed and fling ourselves out the door. That essentially human trait of being ridiculous persistent will never cease to amaze me. We never stop trying, do we?
Promises are nice. They are full of hopes, dreams and rainbow coloured prettiness. But sometimes words are just that…words. They evaporate into oblivion the moment they are uttered. Actions though, they stay longer than most things/people.
Another start to another week. We’re closing this year and what a damn one it has been. A lot has changed…some for the good, others for the better. But we are still here. Still here together because of all the decisions we’ve made, even before we knew of each other’s existence.
Before you begin this day, take a moment and remember all the people you cherish. Take a moment and smile… Your life is wonderful. Happy Monday, hon!
It’s a been over 2 months since my last The Week That Was post. I’m going to blame the lack of activity on my day job. We are creatures of convenience after all. This week took me Bangalore city (glad as I was), even if it was for a few hours.It brought back a lot of old memories that bring a silent smile on my face and a happy flutter to my heart.
Long weekends are often filled with resolutions. As hibernation consumes the body, the mind winds down and introspects. I’ve got so much to do, so much to change, so many priorities to rearrange. Maybe I ought to make a list… maybe writing it down in black and white might induce the sense of urgency that seems to be lacking.
I have a confession to make. I’m a proud geek in love with a bigger geek. It’s only natural for me to start this long overdue feature. This series will see a lot of tech, comics, science, sci-fi, TV shows and everything nerdy…most of which will come from my guest blogger.
Madonna had it right. I truly do wish it was Sunday. Manic as there are, Mondays are bound to come around. I wonder if it is raining where you are? We are in the middle of our monsoon and I didn’t have to look too far for inspiration.
Tardy but here. Last week was rather uneventful, mainly because all my concentration was on my day job. It might not seem like it at first glance but I take most of my outdoor pictures from a moving cab.
It’s been pouring like there’s no tomorrow all week, which is a good thing for the water reserves and the farmers, but rainy days (a lot like Mondays) tend to bring on the blues. It’s grey everywhere, not that’s it’s a bad thing. Have you ever noticed how the blue palette simply tends to pop on cloudy, monsoon days?
Here are some still from my Instagram account. My stint at the Suggested User roll is over. I am grateful it happened for it feels great to share your images with such a large audience.
Ah, another week is upon us. I’ve penned another few words to get you through today. I find love is rather powerful mood uplifter, which is why most of these little #slowmotionthoughts are about it. I hope it adds cheer to your day…even if it is only for moment.
I’m a day overdue but only because my day job demanded a lot yesterday. Now that I’ve caught a breather, here are few stills fresh off my Instagram feed from this week. The past seven days have been amazing, especially with all the attention I’ve been getting on the app thanks to the Suggested User feature.
All those followers make me want to do better, try newer things and push myself when it comes to my amateur photography skills. This week I tried my hands on some minimalism and a bit of food shots too.
I could never write poems when happy. For me to generate words, misery was necessary. Or at least I thought it was for the longest time. But the other night, as I tossed, turned and floated in and out of a dream-like state, a muse found its way to me. I didn’t grab on to it nor did it push it away. It took its course and I let it be. In a semi-sleep stage, I typed out a few short poems on my phone.
Having written while under the spell of sadness, I can safely say that writing while happy gives a much better feeling. Yes, churning out poems when blue is cathartic and there is no denying the weight that comes off your shoulders. But penning when content elevates happiness to a whole new level. I, for once, felt light as a feather and slept like a baby with a smile on my face. I highly recommend it.Do you write when you are glad or sad?
Now on, Mondays are going to be about happy things and happier thoughts with this new series. I really hope you like it.
This week a whole lot of food was consumed. Good food that made me feel even better inside. I tried out Nordic Kandie Magic’s mazipans and ended up helping myself with another. I can be a glutton sometimes.
A grandmother was remembered (mother’s mother). I called her Amamma. She was a beauty. She really was. See for yourself.
EDIT: Something major happened at 12am Saturday. Instagram chose little old me as a Suggested User. I could barely believe my eyes. It’s a big deal for me and Im stoked. I never would have imagined that the pictures I take from my phone would have such an impact. Thank you, Instagram…I’m honoured.
So, I didn’t end up following through on the #100happydays challenge. Everyday cannot be happy. As much as I’d want it to be, I personally found the task rather daunting. So, I’m going to try something new. This new photo series will document the nicest pictures (1-2) i have taken all week. This one ill see through, this one is achievable.
This week I was baffled at the number of wires that fill Bombay. They are all over the place, so much so that we tend to delete them from our vision. Sometimes though…they surprise you with their fluency in geometry.