When you were five years old, who was your hero? What do you think of that person today?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us a HERO.
So, I’ve been MIA since more than two months as I got married and busy with ‘social’ stuff. Even though I was no fan of my house, I kinda miss it. It’s the second time since my wedding that I’ve been here. I’m about to leave, and what makes it a lot more heartbreaking is that since, my parents are moving, I don’t know when I’ll be able to see it again. Just like the place I used to live in as a five-year old, was this structure of bricks gonna be another memory? Speaking of which, I must come back to the topic of this prompt. When I was a five-year old, my hero was…… some mindless idiot. Alhamdulillaah, I’ve moved on since.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Heroic
Write a post in the style of (or simply inspired by) a favorite author.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us HOMAGE.
My favorite authors are those that write facts not fiction. And I’m too busy noticing the facts to pay any attention to their style, except for the fact that they’re sarcastic and really cool. However, William Shakespeare is sort of an exception to the rule. It’s been a while since I read one of his works, but let me try.
What date is it today?
Ah! It’s the Ides of October
WordPress might crown me the ‘Queen of Useless Writing’
I fear lest the people at Thomson Reuters
Perceiving that their toil hath been ignored
Be moved by jealousy to cause me annoyance
I fear they conspire with the strumpet who
hath written English Roses
In response to: Daily Prompt: Imitation/Flattery
Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing, or event from the last month of your life into the glistening marble of immortality. What’s the statue and what makes it so significant?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIGNIFICANT.
How do you carve stress into the ‘glistening marble of immortality’? That’s all I really remember from last month. It was a blur. I’d go into details but that would kill privacy. I know there are a lot more people out there who must have been going through the same as me. That’s a relief ….misery lives company.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Michelangelo’s YOU
What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us STRANGE.
I’ve never blogged from any strange place. It’s been only a year since I started blogging. So, maybe if a similar prompt is posted a year later, I might have an interesting story to tell, but not now. What with me being too busy with the wedding, mentally at least, to be thinking about blogging in weird places. I mean I love blogging, but marriage is definitely a lot more important than blogging. Wait till I get ‘settled’ enough to blog on horseback or whatever.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Blogger in a Strange Land
Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIGHTENING.
Umm….hell no, I don’t like being scared unless it’s fear associated with physical activities like bungee jumping etc. I remember the last time I visited a waterfall. It felt so great standing in such a perilous position and watching the water fall. I remember jumping from rock to rock, with the water flowing underneath my feet. It was so exciting. I was thirteen then. More recently, I remember standing next to the sea at high tide (real high) and loving the feeling of danger. I remember watching the sea in torrential rain and wishing I was out there in a ship. I remember going to the beach and feeling so alive when I saw the dark clouds and the blue of the sea. Can’t wait for my maiden sea voyage.
Now, about the kind of fears that I don’t like. I heard something on YouTube or in a movie or read it somewhere and totally agreed with it. Most probably it was on YouTube. And as far as I remember the guy was talking about Halloween and said that what really scared him was 9 to 5 jobs and stuff like that. So true. What I’m really scared of is living a meaningless existence: having no purpose to life except to feed and sleep and reproduce and die. I don’t love being scared of that.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Fright Night
How do you pick what blogs or books to read? What’s the one thing that will get you to pick up a book or click on a link every single time?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CHOICES.
Obviously I pick what I read based on whether or not I can relate to the title/cover/synopsis.
It should be about real things and not fictional stuff or crazy motivational/psychology books. The book title shouldn’t be Chicken Soup For X. However, blog posts that mock the Chicken Soup series would be great. If a book gets too much publicity, I’ll think many times over before picking it up to read.
Books about historical events are a delight. So are autobiographical accounts of people who lived during a difficult time in history. That book by Anne Frank, tho, was not really my thing.
These days I have taken a liking to cookbooks and books on art. That has probably got to do with the wedding. While on the topic, I should also remark that those books on fashion are useless and disgusting.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Reading Material
Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LIFE.
I wonder if I’ll be alive three years from now. . .and if I am, I wonder where I will be and what I will be doing. . .
But it is very likely that I might right about this time, as my wedding date has been decided to be less than a month away. Still I have no knowledge of the unseen future and can’t predict what I’ll say about this day.
Isn’t that the fun of life? You never know what’s gonna happen next or how your life might change in a moment.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow