Friday, May 22, 2015

Stupid Things

This is an attempt to write without filters. Pauses between sentences and ideas will be kept to a minimum. Spelling errors will be there, but hopefully edited out before it gets posted. There probably will be grammar mistakes. Repeated first words in sentences. Sentences that hang unashamedly. I might even start a sentence with "Because" or "And". Because I can

This is an attempt to write without giving thought to the beauty of the sentence. There will be no effort to make it roll on the reader's tongue or make them smile in the beauty of the structure of the sentence or how it sounds. That comes much later. Lengths will vary. There will be no uniformity. Adverbs will be abused and misused.

Why write badly?

I thought I could write. And I did, once upon a time 10 years ago. I had stories which I thought I could tell, because they needed to be documented. Life's experiences were good enough. There was always something funny amidst all the drama if you knew where to look for it. Writing was fun, because I knew what I was going to tell. I could write what happened. Perhaps I should have been a historian.

Writing fiction on the other hand was something different. I gingerly put my left foot in, but swept up to almost 40,000 words under some carpet because I had an exam. Priorities. I did try going back. I changed the dream from novels to short stories. I stopped blogging because I thought I could transfer the energy and time spent blogging to the stories instead. Nothing happened. I stopped writing altogether.

Therefore, I have to start all over again. Type the words one after the other as they appear in my head. This exercise was easy. Because I was writing about something that has happened or rather something that is happening right now. Forget about building characters or scenes or dumping unknown people in predicaments even you don't have answers to. For now, it's just words.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012


Continued from here

It seems that every hot country in Asia which has had a history with British people at some point when they were on a travelling and colonising spree, would be left with hills where people live, grow tea and ultimately end up being a tourist destination. That is perhaps why we found ourselves in Nuwera-Eliya, a settlement on top of a hill with sprawling tea plantations and known to the locals as Little England.

We, on the other hand called it a refrigerator. It was cold. Now, I know my previous posts on travels have been lengthy, but I intend to cover this place in one post, and even if it means typing it out in point form, then point form it is:

1. 7 waterfalls en route. You never know you can get OD'd on waterfalls until you actually do.

At this point I just grabbed a photo from inside the van

2. Yes, it rained - on and off.
3. We had the quickest tour of a tea factory with the unfriendliest guide ever.
4. We bought a lot of tea. This was in January 2011, and some of the tea is still sitting in the house, some still in my office drawer, etc. There's only so much tea you can drink.
5. We couldn't visit the town properly because of the rain. Despite being on top of a hill, several places were flooded.
6. We ended up in some deserted garden. The sister and I braved the rain sans umbrellas and took some pictures.

The deserted garden. No idea what the red line is, though.

A building near the garden

One of the pathways at the garden

7. The parents went to a local spa. I didn't want any treatment and neither did my sister, so we sat on plastic chairs with our feet hovering slightly above the floor due to the flood while the parents were pampered.
8. Cold, cold, cold. We had to heat the room with the vapour from the hot shower in the bathroom, and sleep with jeans, jackets and dirty socks (note to self: bring more socks next time and don't burn what you have with you)
9. For the first time ever in this country, the food sucked. It wasn't Sri Lankan food, per se - it was Chinese Sri Lankan food (we weren't given a choice here, it was either this or starve) I usually love Chinese food in Malaysia, and this wasn't even close. Sorry.
10. Watched a bit of local TV with really bad reception. Tried to read, but I couldn't due to all the shivering. How can anyone like the cold? The only person who enjoyed the cold was my mom.
11. We have to give credit to the place, though. It was a beautiful building and had really old decorations and beautiful flowers.

Real flowers. Don't ask me why the red seems pretty artificial.

12. The people of Sri Lanka love their trees.

13. More waterfalls on the way out.
14. Some poor kid was selling paintings to tourists so he buy shoes for school
15. Some local people come after you for money. It's one thing if they try to sell you stuff you don't need, but them asking for it outright made me very sad.