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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Killing your Babies

Contrary to what this might sound like, this post is not actually about killing babies. It’s a metaphor. (For those of you who have an obsession with dead babies, I apologize).

This is a phrase that one of my professors in my final year of undergrad told us in class. It was a class on feature writing, and he said that as journalists – or even just writers – sometimes the hardest thing we have to do is learn to kill our babies.

[Stop picturing dead babies. Just stop]

What he meant by that is during the research process, we often stumble across these mindblowing quotes or amazing statistics and bits of information that we feel just needs to be part of our article. Even while writing the initial drafts, we will write certain paragraphs that sound almost perfect. And then there’ll be a knock on our door, and we open it to find a rather annoying visitor: the word limit.

Now, for us carefree writers who write just for the sake of writing, this means nothing. But when you’re writing for a newspaper or magazine, there are major constraints on your space and word count. And so, when you realize that your wonderful article has gone way beyond the given word limit, you’re left with only one choice: start killing your babies.

Pick up that quote that’s so mindblowing, and ask yourself whether it is really adding anything to the story. Look carefully at those amazing statistics and see whether they are really relevant to the overall point you are trying to make. And go back to that almost perfect paragraph and see whether it is really needed to convey the larger point of your article.

And if the answer to any of those questions is negative or even a little doubtful – kill them. Kill your babies.

[Again, I feel the need to reiterate that I am not actually advocating killing real babies…Just in case you were planning to send me hate mail with the subject ‘baby killer’]

And if you think about it, this advice applies not just to writing, but to almost all aspects of our lives (except perhaps parenting). When you need to make a tough choice, check your priorities first. Figure out what’s most important to you, and let everything else slide past. If what you really want is to go for a vacation in order to relax, then perhaps stressing out over small details is not a helpful approach. If being healthy has top priority for you, then just throw the cake aside. If you really just want to spend time with your friends, then pause the TV show that you’re watching and actually step out of your house.

I know, it’s all easier said than done. Nobody said it would be easy. You’re giving up stuff that you really care about – and that’s precisely why it’s called killing your babies.

Try it sometime. It’s good advice.

And now that I’ve enlightened all of you with this ultra-bright piece of wisdom, I’m going to get back to my assignment and continue trying to kill some babies there. 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Gagged

Don’t tell anyone
He said
As his hands dipped lower
I struggled to escape
But the hold got firmer

This will be our little secret
He said
As his lips moved closer
I tried to scream
But his eyes got steelier

I trembled
But I kept the secret
I saw him again
But I kept the secret
I saw him laughing with friends
But I kept the secret
I saw him with a young girl
And I could no longer keep the secret

He did this to me
I whispered
But you didn’t hear me

He did this to me
I said
And you looked at me with confusion

He did this to me
I yelled
And you looked up in horror

And I sighed in relief
I had said it out loud
The silence could end
Life could go on
I looked at you
Expectantly
Waiting
For your response

And you said

Don’t tell anyone
Don’t speak about it
Nobody should know
What will they say
No one will believe you
No one will marry you
Don’t tell anyone

He gagged me then
You gag me now


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Wait

Wait
They said
There’s no need to rush
The future’s not going anywhere
There’s no hurry
Don’t do something you’ll regret
You’ll have enough time later
Focus on what’s important now

Wait
I did
Even at times I shouldn’t have
I held back
There’s time
I told myself
I’m not going anywhere
They’re not going anywhere

Wait
Someone forgot to say
That day
As the headlights blinded me
As my breathing slowed
As the faces blurred
Hold on
They said
But I couldn’t

The wait was gone
Time had run out
Leaving behind
The words I had never whispered
The love I had never declared
The kiss I had never shared
The joke I had never made
The apology I had never accepted
The kindness I had never understood
The laughter I had never allowed
The life I had never lived

Wait
They said
Wait
I did
Until I couldn’t anymore

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Alive

Breathing, surviving, existing...is not living

I fear
A moment
When time stands still
And yet moves on
When I am stuck
And the world still passing
Unnoticed
Unnoticing

A moment
With nothing to look forward to
No passion
No love
No laughter
No smile
Just me
And countless faces and names

A moment
When I realize
That I exist
But every breath seems pointless
When I can move
But have nothing to move for
When I’m alive
But have nothing to live for


Monday, September 23, 2013

I Just Want to Write

I want to write something
That will shake people to the core
That will make them think and wonder
And leave them craving for some more

I want to write something
That conveys what I really feel
Where people understand what I want to say
And understand that it’s a big deal

I want to write something
That will change the world
Though they tell me it’s not possible
And there doesn’t exist such a word

I want to write something
That everyone will remember me by
Words that they’ll quote and misquote
Even long after I die

I want to write something
That leaves you feeling inspired
That moves you to take some action
Even if you’re completely tired

I want to write something
That manages to break through this dam
Because writing is all that I have
To make you understand who I am


Sunday, September 22, 2013

Aim in Life

There’s this memory in my mind, which keeps coming back. And it’s been getting more and more frequent lately.

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It was a room in a high school – a group of around twenty girls of grades 11 and 12 were sitting there in a circle. There was a teacher – or perhaps a moderator. And a single question: what is your aim in life. It was passed around the circle. Answers were pondered, dreams were shared. Until finally, it was the turn of one of the younger girls – a quiet one, rather lost in the new crowd.

Softly, embarrassedly, she read off a paper: “My aim in life? To be remembered by people in such a way, that every time they think of me, it brings a smile to their face.” With that, she ducked her head, avoiding the eyes of others in the circle, and remained quiet for the rest of the session.

What is wrong with you?! What kind of a stupid aim was that?! she yelled inside her head. Listen to the rest of them…ambition, leadership, love, family, success – these are aims. Making others smile – that’s not an aim!!!

Why can’t it be an aim? It’s what I want from life – to bring a smile to the people around me.

What are you, the happiness fairy?! Seriously, get off the bloody rainbow. Open your eyes. People aren’t just nice to others for no reason.

There is a reason – it makes me happy!

You’re seriously demented. This conversation is over.

Looking up, she realized that people were getting up and moving towards the door. Scrambling up herself, she continued to avoid eye contact as she fumed inwardly at her indecisive mind. Just as she stepped outside, one of the seniors stopped her, smiled softly, and said “I’m sure you’ll fulfill your aim. For what it’s worth, I’m definitely going to smile whenever I think of you.”


Friday, September 6, 2013

Smile

It’s a part of you
In fact
It is you
The happy-go-lucky you
The go-with-the-flow you
The ever-cheerful you
The taking-life-easy you
The refusing-to-be-bogged-down-by-problems you

The smile refuses to leave
It’s been there for so long
That you probably didn’t notice
When it stopped
Being real
But now that you’ve noticed
You can’t keep it there
The effort is just too much

So take that moment
The one that’s just yours
Where no one’s looking
Where no one’s judging
Where you’re free to admit
That sometimes it gets too much
It’s okay to give it a break
And let that tear you were holding back
Finally roll down your face

Now take a deep breath
And another
And if you really need to
Then another
But no more
Because it’s time
To put it back on
And turn around
Your world awaits you
The smile awaits you
It’s a part of you

In fact
It is you