tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156925989114244012012-01-29T05:26:28.042-08:00just to...kind of...sort of...you know...get everyone to...you know...get together and...do some...kind of...collaborative thing...you know how...it can help...when...you know...being a writer...you get stuck and all that...you know...for expression...huh! are you getting this?!!Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-43499049623672664112011-09-06T06:36:00.000-07:002011-09-06T06:36:58.701-07:00

I saw God. I saw God in his kitchen. He was white Jesus with blue eyes, blonde hair and a Palestinian outfit. I don’t know what that is, but he was wearing one. He had just created the earth, it was a dark little sphere that hovered over the palm of his hand as he lifted us up, and in amongst the orbits. Our planet was alive, an individual, we were like the specially gifted. We

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-46986044904042466452011-07-20T22:18:00.000-07:002011-07-20T22:18:16.448-07:00

I love it when I go to the Irani chai places I frequent and someone comes over to drop off a pen or pencil – or as was last night – colour pencil that I had left behind the other day. There’s something welcoming about the experience, a sense of facilitation.Someone told me that with the development thats been going on, the Irani chai places are dying away. Sounds like a myth although once in a

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-12199985582506953022011-07-19T01:48:00.000-07:002011-07-19T01:48:17.730-07:00

The worst thing about being able to write, is to come back to it some time later and read, and realize that, not only is it not bad writing, but its actually good, well the worst thing about it all - is that - all time spent not writing feels like this great mass of wasted opportunity; a time that will be accounted for on some great day of judgement; which is of course is a self-prescribed hell.

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-48454448768339358742009-02-01T22:19:00.000-08:002009-02-01T23:06:01.845-08:00

My essay on time-management is divided into:Defining procrastinationPutting it into context (its universal)Why it is dangerousI conclude with a battle cry that rings out about the benefits of alarm clocks throughout the day. My action item for everyone is simply to get up & fight.In our streams of thought - people tend to over think themselves into terrible scenarios of what could happen if they

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-26795785408357343682009-01-25T13:18:00.000-08:002009-01-25T13:24:45.998-08:00

Religion and state, be it monotheistic or polytheistic and democratic or communist, by and large have made the individual, bereft of uniqueness, an unimportant unit among the crowd. The repercussions are loss of touch with his/her inner-self and the unfolding of history as we think we do but do not know it. This is an apologetic work prompting an individual to look inside him as opposed to

Ahimaaz Rajeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13928854862281057692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-43199995929929276202009-01-12T07:32:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:43:00.022-08:00

Great that Ledger won Golden Globes. Rourke winning the lead is great too. The Dark Knight and The Wrestler are the two best movies I have seen last year followed by Slumdog. Curious Case is flawed though stunning in flashes. Slumdog is brilliant the first half but loses grip as it closes in on climax. Great camera work and editing gives it an edge aside from narration. The Dark Knight is the

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It’s a regular evening, with the tedium of turning clocks. Nothing poetic or literary to say about it; only an opportunity to use big words.The sun continues its steadfast decent, exactly the same pace that clocked the steadfast sunrise, a regular evening plagues a person, life descends on this person, the missed opportunity of what must have and could have been his – a beautiful morning and a

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-90682707430268146672009-01-01T06:08:00.000-08:002009-01-01T06:12:08.070-08:00

It is a sunny winter afternoonBack looks the ghost of year pastFloats the blind ghost of year presentFront looks the ghost of year afterSadness is in the eyes of ghost pastA thick veil hangs on ghost presentTerror blinding in ghost futureIt is a cold winter midnightBack goes the ghost presentReplaces the ghost of pastFront comes the ghost futureIn place the blind ghost of presentBack goes the

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Greetings people, fellow WritersI don't mean to be a killjoy but I should have thought this through when I started Moderating this blog.Problems we have:1. Clutter: too many words are often overwhelming2. We need to give this Blog more interaction, if I open a page and see the dominance of one post, the interaction and previous posts tend to loose outSolutions:- The word limit for each post [on

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-74504600054988307632008-12-01T05:16:00.001-08:002008-12-01T05:18:14.751-08:00

You shall not have what you toiled for,The Bliss of Virgins your mind made to yearn.There is nothing meta-real but things real.All that is given shape to bursts not into lifeOnly because imagination gives them mindless wings.I am one such immutable form given breath to,I live in peccable minds and Holy Scriptures,Indeed the prime of that shall never be,In their ancestral deception, in their

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Hellboy II: The Golden Army sadly does not fare well neither for a filmmaker (Guillermo del Toro) whose forte is dark fantasy nor for a franchise that is deeply rooted in mythology and occult in the graphic medium. My rebuke is more so because the film has the writer/creator, artist aboard as screenwriter. Sin City had Frank Miller aboard and it is history. Perhaps, Sin City is a hard act to

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What if some of the finest works in literature are shelved in comics section where one would fear to be spotted and mistaken for a giant kid? I must eventually confront my onlooker. So, I call him forth and point to him the tag at the back of the cover that reads “Suggested for Mature Readers,” and The Comedian molesting Silk Spectre from the pages of Watchmen or Dream Lord cutting Lucifer’s

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Delicate is the silence that keeps away from noise.Like dark corners that stay away from sunrays.The delicate silence that hears no sound, but its own.The silence that does not drift past, but stays.The silence that does not speak up, but still says…The quietest of moments are the noisiest,But keep the promise that objects make to surroundings.Delicate it is, the silence, and breaks not due to

Atul Rastoginoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-22686203599000396612008-11-14T02:08:00.000-08:002008-11-14T02:14:58.170-08:00

Have you guys seen this movie?I believe it is the the weakest execution by Madhur Bhandarkar ever.Did he do a research on a variety of subjects and then decide that it would be safe to call it Fashion?I don't know. Where is the spark that he showed in Chandni Bar?Where is the smart direction we all witnessed in Corporate?Where is the reality-edge that Page 3 carried and shook us?I guess this is

Atul Rastoginoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-81122070741971995562008-11-12T05:01:00.001-08:002008-11-12T05:02:10.573-08:00

unedited. uncut and unashamed. I'm still working on thisYou can send feedback. Grammar Sucks incredibly.http://pradeeprajendran.blogspot.com/

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-57913102495288931392008-11-10T02:23:00.002-08:002008-11-10T02:28:24.841-08:00

Where did it all start?Did it start due to our government’s negligence to issues that are important, but are buried somewhere in the rack of old files?Did it start due to the young generation’s transparent protest for a better society, which slowly transformed into an opaque and endless disagreement?Or did it start in the insignificant goals of these decision makers who are not leaders, but

Atul Rastoginoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-22734839160058636562008-11-08T00:43:00.000-08:002008-11-08T02:04:04.976-08:00

An unremarkable existenceis like a quickly smoked cigarette.that life will be short.like shortcuts lazy people takecigarettes shall cause short lived writings.they will bring down a curtain of smokeand death by asphyxiation.

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-86181300761079967792008-11-07T07:19:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:34:57.913-08:00

In darknessAlone 4a smokeAn open door to the roofBeams across the lightThe quiet & light shattersExplodes with several tinklesBarefooted in the darkWalk around & prevent being shard-edHeightened state of fear; the idea of painBulb fragments & tungsten?How many bulbs blew up in Edison's face,He was saying that Genius was a % of inspiration & 99% perspirationThe light bulb is a connectionWalk in

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-5597709535668553502008-11-07T07:03:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:04:25.348-08:00

Question:How do YOU as a writer deal with "Writer's Block"?

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-67002557526741394552008-11-05T23:38:00.000-08:002008-11-06T00:19:38.394-08:00

Noon after noon, he comes to see her. Her haughty talk makes him dream and as she sways his eyes widen. She rarely looks at him but he senses the corners of her eyes.“I know… I know…,” he tells himself laughing silently.“Dali would have painted you but I can only write,” he regrets and scribbles secretly in the tiny book he always carries. When the music comes, she sings and dances, and everybody

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Scurrying ratsFor an ounce of greaseLethargic pigsFeeding on muckHungry hyenasOgling at fleshSleek serpentsSpewing on foeEyeless batsGouging for bloodCreepy lizardsCharging at wingsSavage lionsRavaging at preyCovert insectsInfecting the healthyMiserly GodsHelping with deathSordid humansSeeking at dogmaMaimed innocenceWrithing for justice

Neohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09063135519261513168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-59340421757454000492008-10-12T08:36:00.000-07:002008-10-12T09:00:02.818-07:00

The future of a Book is in the blurb. -Marshall MacluhanSource: From a 3rd party [work in progress].A rally for what there is to believe in...Do you know what it is that you believe?Do you truly see?Really understand?Do you & I,Do we have perspective?Who knows truth, intention?Or like most things in India,I our understanding nothing but - a ball of rubber bands.Minds

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-90945312299844916362008-10-10T01:24:00.000-07:002008-10-10T01:41:28.329-07:00

Here we are in the middle of nowhereI've been here so many times, although I've never seen it beforeBut now that I have, I don't want to see no moreI'm off on a road trip to find something newI should be back on MondayDo I remember the way I felt when I read a particular book in the pastIf I read it again, do I see how much I have changed? How do I find out?

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-27612922641402116162008-10-07T22:53:00.000-07:002008-10-07T23:31:13.944-07:00

Somewhere in remote Madhya Pradesh.God is everywhere.If only.If only. I could play sitar.I could emote as much.

viswaprasad rajuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04495434510501013976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-75972334095096534572008-10-01T01:28:00.000-07:002008-10-01T01:50:42.191-07:00

My tooth broke.It was the apple.Damn thing cost 25 bucks.These are expensive times we live in.Anyways, my tooth broke.And I can’t tell mother about it.Five years back she paid 6000 bucks to get it fixed.She’s always doing things like that.Sponsoring my repairs.6000 bucks.That’s 240 times more than what it took to undo.I am not going to fix it again.To hell with expensive repairing.Till death with

david jairajnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-11148842120855786132008-09-30T23:10:00.000-07:002008-09-30T23:45:17.566-07:00

david jairajnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-41647502789748222432008-09-30T22:50:00.000-07:002008-09-30T23:10:34.400-07:00

I usually hate using quotes. But this one spoke to me:"The moving hand writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a LineNor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."From Edward Fitzgerald's version of 'The Rubaiyat' of Omar Khayyam

david jairajnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-2059834540152036932008-09-30T09:36:00.000-07:002008-09-30T09:51:07.305-07:00

I shut my laptop down & had to restart because I needed to leave something here. Something I read today.I read something that went like; In the sea of bloggers & webcontent, we [specially me] should not write, just for the heck of writing. Don't be spineless & don't talk\write about stuff when you\me, we do not have any authority on the subject. - Its just something I read today & it made sense.

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-30779768563904107552008-09-28T22:33:00.000-07:002008-09-28T22:38:32.722-07:00

http://www.copyblogger.com/writers-block/My Boss Apoov introduced me to this website. And this website is what we as writers, copy writers, copy editors. This is the kind of resource we need. So check out the above link and check out www.copyblogger.com

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-76894476004799796402008-09-25T08:23:00.000-07:002008-09-25T08:29:50.347-07:00

Once upon a time, there was me & I was a boy without a cause, and became a man ready to jump into any cause good or evil, and then I began to write, after which I began to burn all the paper because there was great meaninglessness in writing for nothing, then I got a system system and decided, hey, its the only thing I really like doing, so just do it. I dare you to do what I write about. I dare

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-61036236609619749102008-09-25T06:36:00.000-07:002008-09-25T08:21:39.075-07:00

Chance favors the prepared mind. -Louis PasteurFortune favors the Bold. -VirgilBe the change that you want to see. -GandhiWhere tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfectionInto ever-widening thought and actionInto that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. - Rabindranath TagoreHe who fails to remember the past is condemned to relive it.

Pradeep Rajendrannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815692598911424401.post-29036992551901978262008-09-25T01:50:00.001-07:002008-09-25T01:53:35.746-07:00

So, i thought we should start with a little bang. Here's a little dare for you guys.Can you tell a story in three sentences?Let's see how many you can tell. And let's see how many of us like them.Here's a thing: as a contributor, you can either be throwing a dare or responding to dares that others throw at you. So go on, show us what you got!!

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