Tag: Creativity

A Profound Open Letter to the Skeletons in the Drafts


Dear Ideas,

In all sincerity, we ( brain and I)  apologize for the abandonment, leaving all of you to wither in the WordPress Cosmos.The simple thought of seeing you blossom into a wonderful post paints a smile upon our faces. But alas, Brain and I have not enough words to fund your growth.

We are doing all possibilities to revive you so don’t worry yet. Brain works very hard at his company BrainStorming, Inc. for financial support to fund you guys. I, on the other hand helps keep track of the words he earns. As of today, June 11, 2015, we have raised a thousand words for you guys but a thousand words simply does not fit all of your needs as your population increases at an alarming rate.

We suggest you hold on in the dark damp areas of the Drafts. Soon, someone shall be chosen and then finally extracting all you from these hellish places.

Your Parents,

Brain and I.

Top Secret : Why Choose Redefining Random as a Title?


Let’s do some throwback times shall we?

I vividly remember the time I faced the blue banner of WordPress, asking me for a title. A few seconds later, I had already typed in two words,  Redefining and Random.

So what’s with the name? To answer that, I went on an investigation.

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Gaurav and I’s Imaginative Conversation, Part 2 [Amateur Animation]


For the previous story, click me.

Before you play the video, I just want you to know the black text represents Gaurav’s comment while mine is the white one.

Hope you enjoyed that amateur animation I created with PowToon.  The whole story can be found here on the comments section.

If Journals Could Talk…


I stood there, immobilized by what my eyes registered. An input from an inanimate object particularly, a journal. Who wouldn’t freeze?

I had to say, it was smart, employing the words I jotted down ages ago, and assembling them into a letter addressed specifically for me, substituting its lack of speech. The letter wrote:

Dear Owner,

Why?

Why do you address my name as Diary? I am Steve.

Why do you assume that I care about your life events?  I am also not your specific someone or a parent to express your day to day story. I am merely a bundle of paper grouped together.

I am a choosy object. Unless you are famous for something, you have permission to use me as a biography.

Why do you settle your dirty hands upon my clean sheets?

Why do you expose your inner fears and vulnerabilities to me? I am open like all of my brethren books.

Why do you torture me? You stuff me into your bag, cramping me with all your belongings. I am a delicate book you abusive human.

I am infuriated.

Sincerely not yours,

Steve

And the realization came like a freight train. This was a notepad. This was a hard copy of a draft for my blog.

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