While i was going to write this post, i just managed to catch a glimpse of the number of posts that i have written. Its at 92, that's pretty interesting by way of trivia. Doesn't matter to us as much in life though. I have noticed people write the most trivial details of their lives and others read and comment on that. I find this strange because of the fact, that in this fast paced world, where information is everything, people still indulge in these trivial pursuits.
I have come across numerous blogs where there are just updates, not very unlike the status updates on their face book pages. Only more elaborate. Morning i was in the coffee shops, spotted this cute guy (obviously a girls blog!) and then went out with the girls in the evening. Ah! shopping is so much fun.
Comment: So true!
Why do people insist on using Blogs as a medium to market themselves, wait - not market, make a godforsaken reality show of their lives. You tube is better medium for Christs sake! And, where do people find these profound comments by way of answering or agreeing.
So that explains my endeavour to write about the bile that just arose out of nowhere.. instead of the poems that you find on my blog. If you can call them poems...more like haiku's...
I have been meaning to write a short story for a long time now. I have written three stories and a novel as well, which is-to date incomplete. It is loosely based on my life with a lot of creative leverage thrown in for good measure.
Although the stories are complete. and they read well mind you. Sent some to a friend of mine and she thought i wrote well - but could use some work.
If it was veiled attempt to tell me that my writing sucked, i would prefer to ignore it!
Another trivial update of my life is that the curtains that hang from my windows and the color of the walls do not match. is that problem somewhere in vaastu? can some one help?
i mean, OK-this is what i thought, I'd bring in yellow and green curtains so that the room would be kinda bright and stuff, but it was a complete mismatch with the walls that are creamish pink. It is horrible when you do think about it but not that bad when you actually put it up!
Its always better to make lists when sorting things out is what my 3rd grade teacher told me. So two issues that are hounding me...well not hounding, but a slight prick..
1. My incomplete novel and my short stories
2. My mismatched curtains.
