There are many times I am asked why? And I answer why not?
Now, it is a kind of a witty reply, but at the same time, it could be taken for unintelligence and dishonesty. Well, it is not dishonest, but I am uncertain about the intelligence behind it. Why? Cause I find it meaningful. When I am not doing it, I am thinking of it. When I am doing it, I am struggling miserably.
Struggling miserably cannot be taken as a failure. It can be taken as foolishness, but certainly not a failure. For God’s sake, I can ask you the same thing. Why are you still living? Look at yourself, you are struggling, your hard work is not being appreciated. You are growing old, and weaker and less formidable each day. Why are you still going?
Here you will give me a shrug, cause you don’t know. That will be dishonest. You will then give me a witty answer. That can be unintelligent. Now, you will say because you don’t want to die.
You are afraid to die. Why?
Cause you want meaning.
I started writing seriously when I was 17. On February, I will be 20.
If in life I could say anything I was good in with utmost confidence, it would be English. I loved English and I loved stories. But, never did I love a story more than The Hobbit.
Continue reading “How it all began…”
I don’t want a new TV series. I think the books and the movies are enough. I know I am not alone in this regard. There are many people who feel the same. But there are people who want this new series and I cannot blame them. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to watch the Hobbits, the Elves, or the Dwarfs. To hear the music, see the places–I do want to so much.
But one thing reading Lord of The Rings taught me was with time, everything grand and magical starts to fade and the world moves on–the old picture remains a memory. It reminds me of the quote I came across C.S. Lewis (Letters to Malcolm).
And the joke, or tragedy, of it all is that these golden moments in the past, which are so tormenting if we erect them into a norm, are entirely nourishing, wholesome, and enchanting if we are content to accept them for what they are, for memories. Properly bedded down in a past which we do not miserably try to conjure back, they will send up exquisite growths. Leave the bulbs alone, and the new flowers will come up. Grub them up and hope, by fondling and sniffing, to get last year’s blooms, and you will get nothing. “Unless a seed die…”
How greatly this quote mirrored the current situation of this epic. It might even be the cynic inside of me talking; trying to dispell any sort of achievement which might be found in the new series, but this cynicism comes from a place of love and genuine concern. That is what I wanted to say. Here it lies.
All the world’s one great stage
And all the greats have left the stage
This is what I always say to myself when I see some stupidity or complete lack of moral integrity in the world. But, today is a little different for this stupidity comes from a review site, Kirkus Reviews, since 1933. Kirkus Reviews may have been great in the past, but it is now a very cowardly place and if not cowardly, unprofessional.
A little bit of context first. There is a YA book called American Hearts by Laura Moriarty which is under fire recently. The kicker is not even out yet. All these ‘complaints’ come from a group of the YA readers community called Culture Cops. If you ask me, that is an apt name for how redundant it sounds. Continue reading “The Crippled Credibility of Kirkus Reviews”
Once upon a time, there was a site, small and humble, where people could write and share their stories. It was a noble idea. It was not original by any means. Slowly, people came and the site grew in popularity. Even though some stories got more attention and engagement, it did always have a place for a story, however small it may be. But as it grew, it changed. It became something very twisted. Something which no longer evolved but satisfied itself with stasis and so it rotted from the inside and now we see its ugliness full front. Continue reading “Washed up Wattpad”
I love Spider-Man. But, I need to be honest on this one fact. I didn’t start Spider-Man in comics. Where I lived, there were little to no comics and the thought of collecting one comic book after another didn’t occur to me. How I got to know Spider-Man was from the 2002 Sam Raimi’s superhero film ‘Spider-Man’. After watching the film (at least a couple hundred times), I watched the 1967 ‘Spider-Man: The Animated Series’ (over and over again).
And I did watch Superman and Batman in my childhood, but only Spider-Man left a deep impression on me. Part of it was the gimmick of a man being able to spin webs from his hands and being able to crawl on the walls. To me, it felt much better than being able to fly.
But a gimmick can only hold attention for so long. It is easy for the high to come down for a child as he grew into a teen and stand the precipice of adulthood. Many of those spectacles have left in the long years of my life. But, some stayed.
One of them was Spider-Man. Continue reading “Why Spider-Man is the Greatest Hero in Comics”
***Spoilers below for Secret Empire and Lord of The Rings***
I am not going to drag this out. Secret Empire is one of the most underwhelming story ever penned (and up to certain issues, drawn) under Marvel. It is a monster of a story done bad. It had themes which could have resonated, but all it left was a pitiful echo.
However, it is not without its defenders. There are people who have loved the story. It is good they were able to find entertainment in the comic where I couldn’t. More power to them.
Still, there are quite a lot of glaring flaws which need to be addressed. One should not turn a blind eye to them unless people want Marvel to fall into mediocrity.
Continue reading “My Problem with Marvel Comic’s Secret Empire”