Thursday, 27 December 2012

On being a writer

I am told writing is all about getting the words out whether they made sense or not. It is about getting into the habit of writing everyday whether it is writing emails, a synopsis of your story or the story itself. Though it is good advice (really good advice) it seems to be impossible; the key word here being 'seems.'

The irony is that it all somehow becomes possible in those thirty days of November when us Wrimos (participants of NaNoWriMo) abandon every other wordly desire and just write.

Tuesday, 25 December 2012

What's in a name?

Unless it is used for identification, a name hardly means anything, and even less when it's without a face. And that's the reason most bloggers prefer a pen name. Not only does it allow them to speak their mind without being judged, it also allows them to be whoever they want.

So when I didn't want a certain internet prowler cum stalker to be able to find me, read about my life and my thoughts and then pass judgement, I switched to a new blog with a new name and became someone else but just to go by. My thoughts haven't changed, my writing style hasn't changed and most importantly, I am still the person that used to write the old blog.

When I started this new blog, I named it just that - A New Blog, A New Start. Eight months since, it is no longer new and I am far from the start. So I decided to change it. Not just the name of my blog, but its URL as well. So it is now called 'Spilling Words' and the name kind of feels apt for the kind of writing I do on this blog.

I am still writing as Jackie Burkhart and it will change only when I find another character on TV that is cooler than her and as close to being me as they ever could be. But I don't see that happening for a long, long time. And I'm not complaining. Jackie and I have had a good time together so far, and I am sure we will even in the posts to come.

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Facebook Etiquette

I've been around (actively) on Facebook for almost four years now and in those four years I have seen people post, comment, assume, overreact to someone else's posts and do numerous other things that I doubt they would do/talk about/implement/say to someone's face in real life. What's more, I have seen people project themselves as someone they're not and in the process make a fool of themselves. Now I really don't care about what kind of image they are creating of themselves, but when I am involved somewhere, I believe I do have the right to be concerned and I am well within my rights when I choose to object to some of the nonsense that goes around in the virtual world.

This, however, wouldn't have been the case if we all followed a few simple rules and basic online etiquette because not following these basic rules has resulted in having the opposite effect of what Facebook was intended to have. It's obvious that these rules are not written anywhere because THIS is not how Mark Zuckerberg thought people would behave when he created Facebook so he didn't feel the need to put them down in print. But I think it is needed and it is needed now.

Friday, 5 October 2012

Is it too much to ask?

I may not have always been like this, but I have noticed this in the past few years and I am not ashamed of it, most certainly not. The thing about me is that I like to ‘enjoy’ things. Let me explain this a little further. For instance, let’s say I am taking a nap; I want to enjoy the nap, so much that I absolutely despise interruptions in any form whatsoever. It could be the beep on my phone from a message, or the doorbell, or someone (my sister) deliberately singing/talking on the phone in the same room as I have been sleeping/napping when there are three other places in the house good enough for them (her) to do so, or simply any other sound or noise in the surroundings.

I take it to a whole another level when I’m actually sleeping (as opposed to just napping.) I don’t like even the faintest streak of light or the tiniest bit of sound (add breathing loudly or worse, SNORING, to the list above) and I really want the room to be cool, if not cold. But that doesn’t happen always. And it’s annoying. So annoying.

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Anarkali Sarees, Karol Bagh, Delhi

To get a drift of how we got here, read this first.

On the evening we (my mother, aunt, sister and I) reached Delhi, we were determined to check out the shops for bridal wear in Karol Bagh. And thanks to the Internet and Mr. Google, we were able to find articles that told us exactly where to look.

Among the list of must visit shops in Karol Bagh, was this famous store called Anarkali Sarees, known to stock first copies of designer wear. Anything that stocked designer wear had to have some good stuff right? And because they were first copies, we assumed they would be reasonably priced (when compared to the price if the originals.) Keeping that in mind, as soon as we were done checking out Frontier Bazaar and tried our luck at the other stores that their extremely skilled and convincing salesman managed to drag us into, we had a goal that had to be achieved and nothing, absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of that.

Monday, 17 September 2012


I was browsing through my hard drive today and I found this in one of the folders, so well hidden that you could only find this while using the Windows Explorer. It seems to be written by me, and reminds me of a dark time in my life where I had this urge to write every time something went wrong. The writing style reminds me of myself, but the person writing it seems to be someone totally ‘alien’ to me. I haven’t posted anything in a while and the ‘Anarkali Sarees’ post is half written so I thought I'd share this. The created date on this file is 17 February, 2009. It doesn't seem to have any significance, except that I knew I wasn't feeling like myself. The file is named “Confession” and hence is the title of the post.

There are so many things that I want to write, that I want to describe, I want to share, confide, and yet I can’t seem to find any words to fit and completely do justice to whatever it is that I want to say.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Rajdhani - Delhi: Day 2

Day 2

There was no way I was going to be up by 9AM after finally having the opportunity to sleep on a real fluffy bed with two pillows that were fluffier and a blanket that was super cozy, especially when I was blessed enough to be sleeping on it after two horrible nights. No way. I was determined to sleep till I no longer felt it was necessary to sleep, and based on my experience, that time would come, like, never. But thinking about the events that transpired the previous day, and the longer, grueling and tedious day that was ahead of us, we didn't want to leave anything out because we I, overslept. It's okay if that happens when I have to go for work, or meet a friend, or something like that; but it was totally unacceptable when we were in Delhi, and for a specific purpose that would be totally defeated, because I wanted to sleep some more.

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Rajdhani - Delhi: Day 1

Long Post Alert!!

No matter how old you are, there is always a little child in you that decides to present itself when you least expect it. Like when you are at the railway station and you start jumping when you see the train. Because it's a red train. Yay!!

It may be hard for onlookers to understand why, but deep inside you know exactly why you reacted the way you did. Or maybe it wasn't a reaction; it was just a reflex, and only you understand the difference.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

This is like, soooo freaky!!!

I mean, you would not expect an electronic device to behave this way, suddenly out of the blue, but I just had the freakiest experience a few minutes ago.

For the last so many weeks, I haven't been able to access the internet on my computer at home although I have been able to browse wireless-ly. When I called my service provider and they asked me to check this and that on my computer, we sort of figured out that the LAN drivers on my computer were not there; probably wiped out by a virus or something, and to be able to access the internet, I would have to re-install the drivers. When I tried to do that from a CD, I realised that something was wrong with the CD drive as well.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

My date on a rainy August evening

Today has been one of those afternoons when you're grateful to be back home from work, although, technically, 4.30 PM isn't afternoon but when compared with 7ish, it kind of seems right. I didn't have to wait for the bus for long and everything seemed to be going perfect as I lay down on my couch at home after a late lunch, relaxed and watching 'Kick Ass' on TV, when the electricity went off. I almost cursed. Tuesdays are not the days when they do that. This treatment is reserved for Fridays, and even then, we know when to expect it. But this was totally unplanned, this sudden cut off and I didn't know what to do.

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Grandma's Wise Thoughts: #1

I've been around on this planet for a little over 25 years, and in those 25 years, I've seen a lot, experienced a lot and learnt a lot; and I feel I owe it to the world to share my wisdom and help others reap the fruits. Long story short, I have a whole lot of shit to say about every damn thing that I see or come across, and I'm just going to put it into words here. I'm going to call it “Grandma's Wise Thoughts” because I've been called a Grandma on more than one occasion when I've been kind enough to share these thoughts with others. How rude!!

Saturday, 18 August 2012

A whole lot of nothing

I've been wanting to write for a really long time. So much that sentences have been forming in my head while I'm walking down the street or listening to music or taking a shower. (Actually a lot of ideas come up in the shower. I wonder if it's just me or it happens to everyone. But that's a post for another time.) And now that I am home alone (for the next thirty minutes or so) it seems to be the perfect environment to come up with a decent piece of writing, what with the peace and quiet around the house and all. Because once the other ladies in the house are back, the hustle bustle in the house will go on till after midnight, and I am trying to not be the night owl that I was before for many reasons, the top most being that I am trying to get rid of my dark circles because I am getting married in less than seven months.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

I chose pimples over death

Mangoes and I have had a love-hate relationship for the past few years, in the sense that I love them with all my heart and they seem to hate me from the very centre of their ripe core because every time I eat even a slice, my face showcases at least one pimple within 24 hours. When I realised that that was what mangoes were doing to me, we had a heated argument where I yelled that I loved them so much and they seemed to hate me which was ungrateful and soooo not the way to return someone's love. 

 After a lot of jibber-jabber, as a compromise, they agreed to spare me from the pimple attack if I agreed to soak them in water overnight so they could turn the heat down (so to speak!) That seemed fair to me. It was better for our relationship if the heat was turned down a little bit. 

Monday, 14 May 2012

Letting Go...

I will admit, it's not easy leaving behind something that was your baby for over three years, knowing that you spent years nurturing it, days thinking about what to do next, and countless hours dressing it up; knowing that it was something that was as dear to you as your best friend and BAM! Suddenly one day you have to let it go because some psycho won't let you live your life without poking his nose and just leave you be. Yes, I am talking about my old blog - a place that has immortalised so many memories, has helped me grow as a writer, and has been so close to my heart that I talk about it like it were in fact a little baby.