Today, like every day is weird and special in its ways. The constant voices in my head and the annoying noises outside has already stormed my brain, yet, for some unknown reason I feel like tapping the keyboard with all the energy I have, and to scribble this note with all those words that have been speaking loud in my head since morning. I want you to read, because I am sure this isn’t just happening with me.
To my amazement, there are three amazing bloggers who have nominated me for Liebster Award. So the count reaches to 3 and next level of trying to believe in all the appreciation that I am receiving.
Thank you, Rob, Ifrah and Archita. You guys have been too kind to nominate me for this ‘dearest’ award.
To my fellow bloggers, do check out their blogs, they have some amazing pieces you would want to read.
I am writing this to answer their questions and as few bloggers here say, ‘an insight into a person’s mind.‘
Questions asked by Rob and Ifrah :
1. What country do you blog from?
2. What was your favorite childhood movie?
A- I was such a nerd that I didn’t watch movies. Thus, I can’t seem to remember if any movie was my favorite. I read only books.
3. Cats or dogs?
A- Cats, anytime.
4. What kind of music do you prefer?
A- One which soothes. I am not genre specific. I love to explore music.
5. Coffee or tea?
A- That’s like asking, oxygen or water? I need both to survive.
6. What’s the most daring thing you’ve done?
A- Giving audition for Western music society of my college, singing a song in front of a goddamn crowd when I knew I have an unmeldoic voice and I sing off-key. Believe me, it was daring. I was the first person on their audition list and first person on their elimination list. Sigh! (However, this doesn’t stop me from singing. I sing a song daily.)
After all to me,
7. Beaches or amusement parks?
A- Beaches if they are silent.
8. What is your favorite song today?
A- Drive Home- Steven Wilson
9. What are you reading now?
A- A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare
10. Name a place that you would like to visit some day.
A- Paris. Seriously! Take me along if someone plans a visit there.
Questions by Arpita :
1. How did you come up with your first blog title?
A- I did not think for too long to decide the title, to speak frankly. When the column appeared where I had to write the title, I wrote what came to my mind. Words came like flowing water. My blog name has plain words; however, I believe that these words have spoken more than I have ever said. ‘From the Soul to the Nib of the Pen’ is true and is my identity now.
2. Who is your favourite hollywood star?
A- Channing Tatum *drolls*
3. What is the name of your favourite tv show?
4. If you were to have a library of your own, which genre of books would they have the most?
A- I like to read in a room that doesn’t have walls of genre. If I haven’t read a thriller and you suggest me one, I will read. I want to have a library that has got every damn book!
5. What type of food do you prefer the most?
A- Indian Food.
6. Who is your favourite author?
A- Khaled Hosseini
7. If you get a chance to go on a world tour with a celebrity (any field), who would that person be?
A- Hrithik Roshan. *awestruck*
8. Who is your favourite blogger?
A- I never thought about it. I won’t think about it ever. Everybody is creative here, and it would not be wise of me to judge someone based on my biased opinions.
9. Arrange these in your preference order: career, food, love?
A- Love, Career, Food (Note: Romantic love is not the only love)
10. Which one is your own favourite post?
A- I have written that post, but haven’t shared it yet. I’ll share it soon.
Second would be – When Death Took Her Away. I don’t know for what reasons I love this poem.
So, that is it.
Since I am not nominating anyone, I am not framing any question.
Thank you Rob, Ifrah and Archita, once again. Hope I answered your questions well. 🙂
Thank you everyone, for reading.
Stay awesome. Cheers!
– Kritika Vashist
Nano poems on ‘Clavicles‘
“Let my words rain on your clavicles
I’ll taste the purest from there
leaving peerless imprints of my ink
like a rainbow in the sky.”
“I don’t quite remember
any poetry that I wrote
except the one
I had written on her clavicles. ”
“I wasn’t an accomplished painter
until my hands had discovered
and my colors had painted
on quintessential curves of her clavicles.”
“Sunlight falling on her clavicles
the mountain like curves
the warmth of her skin
the color of her skin unifying with the sunshine
I swear, I would not have regret
drowning myself in her
heavenly glorious volcano.”
“Tell me something you had always wished?”
She asked while the lights shimmered like a shy.
“If I could be that mole on your clavicles
I’d have stayed with you, gone with you.”
– Kritika Vashist
Do you see that poor child
with sweat running down his face
standing under the blazing sun
of his empty belly.
Do you see that rich child
with aggression on his face
under the same blazing sun
shouting at the driver for not turning on the AC
of his abundance car.
Do you see that dark-skinned man
with sweat running all over his chest
wearing a faded ripped jeans
picking bricks to build a house
of somebody else’s dream.
Do you see that suited man
standing some feet away
fluffing the dust
of his own luxury.
Do you see that frail old woman
with body almost starved to death
at a corner of the road
trying wiping her face wet with tears
Do you see that young couple
with glamour faces, holding a food bag
taking out an extra burger
throwing in the dustbin
of someone’s daily meal.
Do you see that crippled boy
with painful smile on his face
moving through the crowd
trying to sell an inexpensive pen
of his illiteracy.
Do you see that school girl
with sadness on her face
complaining to her dad
for not getting her branded colours box
of someone’s darkness.
Do you see that smiling girl
with satisfaction on her face
wearing a school uniform
trying to fit her foot in brother’s shoe
Do you see that football fan
with an unsatisfied look on his face
complaining to his dad
for not getting Nike, but Rebook shoe
of someone’s labour
आज ना जाने कितने मुदतो बाद तेरी जुबा पे आया मेरा नाम है
देख रहा तू मुझे उन्हीं चुराई हुई नज़रो से
लगता है आज शायद मुझसे तुझे कोई काम आया हैं।
English Translation : Lover is saying to the person who left her/him that;
“Today, after ages, you have my name on your lips and you are looking at me with those eyes that stopped seeing me, and I think you probably have come here to ask for a favor.”