Friday, 21 April 2017

Realistic Character Development

Act 1 Scene 1

When your story begins,
you don't remember how old you are.
But you are big;
Big eyes filled with big dreams;
Standing on the precipice of youth,
And you’ve already envisioned yourself halfway down.

Act 1 Scene 2

You have magic powers;
You can feel things that aren’t there.
Example: When he looks at you,
The room grows warmer,
And you swear to god you can feel fire.

Act 1 Scene 3

He makes you wonder -
About the endlessness of the universe,
about the purpose you serve,
about the crinkles near his eyes and stories tucked in their folds.

Act 1 Scene 4

He makes you question -
the size of the universe,
the pointlessness of your existence,
the way his eyebrows form a frown when you put on your favourite dress.

Act 1 Scene 5

You choose your clothes with care;
You frame your hair exactly the right way;
You even dare at makeup.

When he looks at you,
You don’t want to die.
You simply want to breathe in
And never breathe out again.

Act 2 Scene 1

He tells you that the world is cruel,
That he wants what is best for you.
He tells you they don’t like your youth,
That they don’t like people with possibilities
But all you can hear is -
They don’t like you.

Act 2 Scene 2

When you stood at the edge and peered,
You imagined you would float downwards.
But you are burdened by your body.
This feeling isn’t floating, it’s falling.
You feel heavy; ready to sink.

Act 2 Scene 3

When you look at him,
You feel ants crawling up your body.
You are drowning in a swarm of tiny insects,
And you can’t remember the last time you believed in magic.

Act 2 Scene 4

It happens over a slice of pizza
Shared with an old friend,
Someone you knew before you knew him.
And you realize that this is your story, not his.

Act 2 Scene 5

You feel your fingertips sparking,
Your eyes contain a multitude of possibilities,
And then you stop free falling.
Instead, you rise.
And as you rise, the curtain falls.  

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - Stieg Larsson | Spoiler Free

*All book reviews on this blog are spoiler free.*

“18% of the women in Sweden have at one time been threatened by a man.”

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo contains many stories, as far as books go, but perhaps at its core, it tells the tale of the horrors of women in the Sweden of Larsson’s narrative. And so the book begins, with a new statistic introducing each of the four parts it is split into. 

The story is told through the eyes of Mikael Blomkvist, a disgraced journalist, who is hired to solve the mysterious events from nearly half a century ago – the disappearance of Harriet Vanger. Blomkvist has a singular motive – to restore his credibility and that of his publication, Millennium - and confining himself to an island and uncovering the truth from 46 years ago seems the way to achieve it. Surprisingly, the girl in 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' – Lisbeth Salander, enters the main conflict of the plot much later in the story.

Friday, 14 April 2017

How It Ended, From the Beginning

When asked later, by her own damned self, what possessed to her to willing crawl under the figurative bus, Yashika would blame the narrow corridor. That, combined with the rose-scent of Apoorvi’s hair oil induced self-destructive tendencies in her. 

It began when she was summoned to the school counsellor’s office with Yashika. Or perhaps, it truly began two weeks prior to that, over a school project. In many ways, Yashika insisted all her life had been leading up to that moment. But truthfully, how it began wasn’t as important as how it ended. 

The walk to Shilpa ma’am’s office was an awkward one. Neither girl said a word; each musing over why were asked to visit the counsellor. Worry had taken the shape of lines on Apoorvi’s forehead as she recalled the events of last week. Yashika felt her heart hammering in her chest as she replayed the events from a fortnight back.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

Indian Economics: An Ode to Failure

When I open my Indian Economics textbook, 
The numbers leap out,
The government expenditure, the foreign direct investment, the tax revenue, 
All rising higher and higher
I can feel them with my entire body
Till they settle at the base of my throat
Like dust in the wake of dry wind.
They barricade the fear inside my chest
And I wonder - Is it possible to breathe again.

My brain is a swirling mess of statistics,
Interspersed with self-doubt, 
Till it drips onto my soul
And no matter how hard I scrub, 
There is a spot on the inside of my wrists,
And the back of my earlobe, 
Where the humiliation won’t wash off
Instead, it grows stronger 
With every beat of my heart 
And I wonder – Is it possible to go on from here.

It drips out onto my soul, 
Something sticky and hateful that covers me whole
Till I forget where I end 
And where the disillusion begins
And I wonder – Is it possible to find myself again. 
It is. It is. It is.