A Room of Her Own


“… and then she looked around at the faces around her. They were supposed to be family but she had never felt more alone. Their eyes judged her every move, heads shaking disdainfully at her. The voice that she thought was protecting her was only in her head. All she heard was…”

“Footsteps!” yelled Ide, alarmed.

I rushed to shut the journal I was writing in and the pen flew from my hand. It landed beside the door frame just as Father walked in.

“What are you doing? Are you writing?”

“No, I was just tinkering with something I read earlier, that’s it.”

“What do you need the pen for?” he said as he picked it up and walked out of the room.

“Now he’s going to be suspicious about what I have been doing! It’s not fair!”

I kept the journal under my pillow and pulled out a book with an ambiguous title. When I was sure I was alone with Ide, I put away the book and sat up straight. “You remember when we read Virginia Woolf’s ‘A Room of One’s Own’? I loved every single thing that she wrote and the way she wrote it. But I never thought it could be applied today. We’re living in an urban society in the 21st century. Surely women are free to do whatever they wish, and they are given equal opportunities.”

Ide looked at me pathetically. “That’s just an impression created by media and you know it. It’s a cycle. People have their own ideologies but they look at media and they think that’s how they should behave but, that’s just a masquerade. Put them in a life-or-death situation, and they will reveal their true colors.”

“But giving me false hope and then pulling the rug from under my feet? I don’t think there’s anything crueler. They are always so guarded about what they say around me and then there’s all the apprehension about what I am doing all the time!”

“They’re just worried that your isolation may be driving you crazy. They think that you have all these unresolved thoughts that you share with no one and you may be going cuckoo.”

“Are you saying I’m crazy?” I got up and looked in the mirror.

“I’m just saying that you need to cover up your tracks better. You think that writing is your release, your vent. For all you know, they might have read something you wrote. And I’m not the first to tell you that you do follow the unconventional,” Ide walked out of the room.

I heard my name being called, and left the room frustrated.

I felt like I was in an interrogation room. Mother and Father sat across from me like a panel. Something was up. The air suddenly became thick and stifling.

“We’re concerned about you,” began Mother.

“Worried, in fact,” interrupted Father, but kept quiet after one stern glance from Mother.

“About what?!” I said, a tone more hostile than I intended.

“That right there. You seem to have something on your mind all the time, and you spend a lot of time in the room, when we’re out here. You never stay in the same room we are. And you’re always writing in that book! What do you even write about?”

“Does it matter? Just tell me what you want,”

“You need to watch your attitude, first of all. But you need to get out of that room. You are secluded and you isolate yourself from the world…”

I said nothing. In fact, I tuned out the entire speech. I couldn’t care less what they said. I wanted to get out of the room and run away. Virginia Woolf was right. A woman needs a room of her own – one with a door and a deadbolt on. I wasn’t pushing anyone out, I just needed my space.

“…and all that getting into your head must be driving you crazy!”

“What?”

“We’re not saying you’re crazy but you seem to talk to yourself and you have these mood swings and when you go out, you’re a different person than you are at home.”

“I don’t talk to myself! I only talk with Ide and you know that! Where’s Ide?” I was tipsy from the surge of blood rushing to my head.

“What are you talking about?” asked Mother and Father looking truly disturbed.

Ide stood in front of the mirror, staring at me.

“What are they talking about, Ide? They think I’m crazy! Say something!”

My eyes suddenly looked at her reflection in the mirror, or lack of one. The room swam around me into a mocking face. When I looked back, Ide was gone. Ide was never there. The face mocked me, “You thought Ide was real? I-D-E: I Don’t Exist!”

An Ugly Clock


There is a clock that hangs on the living room wall. It has not been there from before. Someone may have put it up recently. I hadn’t paid much attention to it earlier – but now, I can honestly say that it is the ugliest contraption that I have ever laid eyes on.

A guest came in last week. When the awkward silence succeeded his conversation with the host, he looked up at the clock and beamed, “Why, that’s a most proper-looking clock I have seen”. Lost in thought, I was suddenly pulled into the present, wondering what had brought on this sudden change in matter. I was offended at how pretentious human beings had become in the present century and more so at how acceptable it was by Society.

The awkward ugly thing now glared dismally at me. Its second hand moved without a sound – its numbers were not etched. “Quite modern indeed – one of those Avant-garde creations that is supposed to turn heads. Simply magnificent,” the guest drawled on. I was annoyed at this over-reactive guest and his feeble attempts at conversation – but mostly because of his conceited character that shown through immediately.

What an abysmal person to be critical of the clock! If I hadn’t known any better, I would have been agreeing with him. The hostess was a naïve middle-aged woman who would believe the boy who cried wolf every time. This is the kind of innocence you would see in very few people. The sting came with how proud the hostess was at her innocence. “I don’t believe there can be anyone more gullible than me. Why, you could pickpocket me in front of my very eyes, and I wouldn’t have the slightest idea,” she giggled.

What it must be like to look at a clock and believe the first thing another says about it. Even if you were physically captured, your mind remains eternally free – transcending all restraint. How terrible to submit that freedom to the dominance of another!

Calvin and Hobbes G.R.O.S.S. Club


Calvin: Attention! All Rise! This meeting of G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid Of Slimy girlS) is now called to order by the great Grandiose Dictator – for – life, the Ruler supreme, the Fearless, the Brave, the Held – High – in – Esteem, Calvin the bold! Yes, stand up and hail his humbleness now! May his wisdom prevail!

Hobbes: Three cheers for first tiger and El Presidente, Hobbes, The delight of all Cognoscenti! He’s savvy! He has a prodigious IQ, and lots of panache, as all tigers do! In his fancy Chapeau (cap), he’s a leader with taste! May his orders be heeded and his views be embraced!

Calvin: You can tell this is a great club by the way we start our meetings!

That’s so cute! Although being a girl myself, i do not support his view that girls are SLIMY!! 😛

Ever wondered what the first Calvin and Hobbes comic strip said?


This was the first Calvin and Hobbes comic strip published.

I think nighttime is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction. – Calvin

I’ve got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts. – Calvin

As a math atheist, I should be excused from this. – Calvin

Calvin : I’m a simple man, Hobbes.
Hobbes: You?? Yesterday you wanted a nuclear powered car that could turn into a jet with laser-guided heat-seeking missiles!
Calvin: I’m a simple man with complex tastes.

🙂

Writing – A Fundamental way to Express Yourself


(Note :  This is written from an amateur’s point of view and not to be taken significantly)

Writing – be it reviews, essays, dissertations, letters, books – all require quite a lot of ability and also, knowledge on the concerned topic. Extensive researching on a topic takes time which is why it is important to keep oneself informed on significant happenings. Reading is a great head-start – if newspapers are unaccessible, its good to stay updated through the internet (subscribe to an online periodical…). ¶ Here are a few tips to remember while writing anything:

1) Avoid repetitions. When we know only a little about the subject concerned, we tend to repeat a sentence in different ways, while all the time, the same message / meaning is being conveyed. This must largely be avoided in formal English writing where brevity is much appreciated.

2) Clarity in Language. One must find a way to effectively convey a message with simple clear lexicon. Sometimes, we do tend to invite that sudden vibe of writing and academic English – truly irresistible, however, clarity in such a context is much more important. Although, yes, creative writing does appreciate these vibes of irresistible writing.

3) Stick to Word limits. Yes, again, we do get carried away and keep writing paying no heed to word limit obstacles – that is until it’s too late. You suddenly realize you’ve exceeded the word limit and need to start over. It’s important to remember that brevity is very essential. After you’re done, go through your passage and find out the points that are repeating, and points that can be clubbed together as one. It’s always recommended to follow the CODER formula –

Collecting your ideas

Organizing your ideas into an Outline

Draft a rough passage

Edit the passage

Review.

Make short notes of the content on a separate rough sheet, organize these points appropriately and draft your work. However, if you’re pressed for time, you may think that following CODER may be out of the question, true, in such conditions, it is essential to take a minute and organize the important points in your mind before presenting it on paper.

4) Short sentences. No one likes to read long sentences whose meaning suddenly gets out of hand and in the end, you’re all muddled up. In such situations, it is important to fragment the sentence to form two meaningful sentences.

5) Punctuations, Spellings and the related. Definitely, it is extremely important to check your work for mistakes in spellings, grammar, punctuation marks – those verbs and nouns ( For example, the term ‘author’ is widely known as a noun, and there are controversies over its usage as a verb – avoid using such controversial terms such as authored or authoring). So bring out that proof-reader in you and skim your work for such mistakes. Remember: Use capital letters in the appropriate places.

I understand that examples are required, hopefully that will be the next post.

Till then, have a great day… 😀 !

Calvin and Hobbes…!


I Love Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, it’s amazing the way you can actually relate to him (being  a kid). Like I always say, “Reality continues to ruin my Life”. Now, that’s Calvin’s quote. But, wow anyone who loves Dreamland better than reality, loves Calvin too. Although his Anthropomorphic tiger, Hobbes, is the smarter one, it’s all part of Calvin’s wild imagination (just like mine!).

I love this thought by Calvin the best:

“I let my mind wander and it didn’t come back.”
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I love wild imagination and Calvin is a great inspiration…