Hey everyone!
Chapter three will be on its way!
Here is just a quick video of some comedy genius. If you are a fan of Ricky Gervais then you will love this. But most of all...you have to listen to the genius of Karl Pilkington!
It is absolute genius!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Charming and Angelic - Chapter two
Chapter 2
My eyes widened as I watched the person walk in. My eyes did not blink as I took the vision in front of me. The office suddenly became the most romantic place in the world, I imagined orange coloured crispy leaves entering through the door, also attracted to the beauty that I saw in front of me. If love had to happen right now I would allow it to happen.
The dark-brown eyed beauty faced my father, ignoring my gawping existence. She pushed her black silky hair back, straightened to perfection. "Do you know where the nearest tube station is from here? I am new to the area." She smiled innocently as she spoke nervously. Her voice as sweet as Beethoven's classical music.
Dad looked at me. "He will know." He pointed at me and I closed my gawping mouth suddenly and put on a fake but genuine smile. I crossed my hands and watched her turn to look at me. Now there was no hint of falseness in my smile. I watched her hair whoosh past and her eyes slowly look at me. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Her eyes blinked slowly, her hands clenching harder on her white handbag.
I looked around me for those leaves and couldn't find them. I could swear that they were in here. What the hell was happening to me. Wait there...I got to answer this girl's question. I need to get out of this silly romantic talk. I am not romantic...I am a man. I do not need to be romantic.
I stood up quickly with my chest out and I heard the chair bang onto the desk behind me. My face crunched up as I heard the bang.
I raised my voice and made it deeper. "What do you want?" I started tapping my finger on the desk to look cool.
This beauty in front of me looked at my fingers tapping and gave a nervous smile. "I need to know where the nearest tube station is?" Her voice ran through my veins like sweet sugar. My heart started beating faster than before and my eyes widened. Damn! I am looking like a fool in front of this girl!
I coughed to clear my throat and rubbed my hand on my chest. "I am bad at giving directions...instead I'll show you." My voice more manly than ever. It felt good being macho. Macho Mani! Sounds good!
She nodded and turned around. The silence was killing me. I looked at Dad and he was pretending to be working. I could tell he was laughing. How could I flirt with a girl in front of him. I showed the beautiful girl the door.
Dad put his pen down loud enough for me to hear and turn around. "Make sure you go home after dropping her to the station." He smiled.
"Ok...Dad." I said in my not so macho voice. The girl turned around and looked at me. I didn't know what to do. What should I do?
I smiled. "My voice is still breaking...I am still going through puberty." I said in my normal voice, which was rather macho but not macho enough. I need to stop saying macho, it is not helping me!
The girl laughed as she walked out the door. What the hell was I doing?!
I could not believe that in the next few minutes I will be one and one with a girl. A girl that I desired for everyday in that boring office. The day had come when a university girl would come into the office and my wish finally fulfilled...what more could I ask for.
Now I had to create a conversation. What should I do? Be a typical guy or be different so that she remembers me? A tough one to make...
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
My eyes widened as I watched the person walk in. My eyes did not blink as I took the vision in front of me. The office suddenly became the most romantic place in the world, I imagined orange coloured crispy leaves entering through the door, also attracted to the beauty that I saw in front of me. If love had to happen right now I would allow it to happen.
The dark-brown eyed beauty faced my father, ignoring my gawping existence. She pushed her black silky hair back, straightened to perfection. "Do you know where the nearest tube station is from here? I am new to the area." She smiled innocently as she spoke nervously. Her voice as sweet as Beethoven's classical music.
Dad looked at me. "He will know." He pointed at me and I closed my gawping mouth suddenly and put on a fake but genuine smile. I crossed my hands and watched her turn to look at me. Now there was no hint of falseness in my smile. I watched her hair whoosh past and her eyes slowly look at me. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Her eyes blinked slowly, her hands clenching harder on her white handbag.
I looked around me for those leaves and couldn't find them. I could swear that they were in here. What the hell was happening to me. Wait there...I got to answer this girl's question. I need to get out of this silly romantic talk. I am not romantic...I am a man. I do not need to be romantic.
I stood up quickly with my chest out and I heard the chair bang onto the desk behind me. My face crunched up as I heard the bang.
I raised my voice and made it deeper. "What do you want?" I started tapping my finger on the desk to look cool.
This beauty in front of me looked at my fingers tapping and gave a nervous smile. "I need to know where the nearest tube station is?" Her voice ran through my veins like sweet sugar. My heart started beating faster than before and my eyes widened. Damn! I am looking like a fool in front of this girl!
I coughed to clear my throat and rubbed my hand on my chest. "I am bad at giving directions...instead I'll show you." My voice more manly than ever. It felt good being macho. Macho Mani! Sounds good!
She nodded and turned around. The silence was killing me. I looked at Dad and he was pretending to be working. I could tell he was laughing. How could I flirt with a girl in front of him. I showed the beautiful girl the door.
Dad put his pen down loud enough for me to hear and turn around. "Make sure you go home after dropping her to the station." He smiled.
"Ok...Dad." I said in my not so macho voice. The girl turned around and looked at me. I didn't know what to do. What should I do?
I smiled. "My voice is still breaking...I am still going through puberty." I said in my normal voice, which was rather macho but not macho enough. I need to stop saying macho, it is not helping me!
The girl laughed as she walked out the door. What the hell was I doing?!
I could not believe that in the next few minutes I will be one and one with a girl. A girl that I desired for everyday in that boring office. The day had come when a university girl would come into the office and my wish finally fulfilled...what more could I ask for.
Now I had to create a conversation. What should I do? Be a typical guy or be different so that she remembers me? A tough one to make...
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Charming and Angelic - Chapter One
Hey everyone,
I am posting a chapter of a story that I will be writing for the blog. So here is another regular feature as love for my fans! Hope you like it!
Chapter 1
Have you ever wondered what it must be like to have the love of your life disappear? Have you ever wondered what it must be like for the so-called 'Prince Charming' to come and sweep you off your feet? Have you every wondered what it must be like to have the most 'angelic girl' come and take your breath away? You can stop wondering because my story solves it all.
I am Mani, short for Mandeep. I am a normal average man who works for my father's software company in London. The recession has hit us badly and now my dream to become an actor is minimal. I wanted to take acting lessons and now we hardly had any money to cover it.
I watched people walk by the office, listening to their i-pods, carrying their free evening newspapers and looking busy on their blackberrys. I could not understand the whole aspect of working in an office all my life. My father was a typical asian father. He wanted me to go to university and study medicine or law.
Come on now, I am 18, I want to have some fun. I want to see the world and feel the world. I didn't want to be stuck in some compact office doing nothing. That is what I did. I did nothing. I refused to go to university and I refused to find a job. I know I was being a burden on my father but he was being a burden on my dreams. He should have at least given me a chance to be an actor.
I looked at my father busy doing something. He was a nice guy from the heart. He was losing his hair now, so going bald was his only destination for his head. His glasses made him look around 5 years older than he was, although his skin did make him look younger. He didnt have wrinkles, possibly due to the fact he kept smiling whenever he could. A good 48 year old man! My old man!
I watched people walking past. Now I could see the university students. I loved watching the girls go past but not one of them looked at me. I wanted them to notice me but I just stayed in the office. I never went by the door to have a chat with them.
"Oi!" My father shouted. "If you want to go to the girls then go." He took his glasses off and pointed at me. "No one is stopping you. Stop being shy." He smiled at me.
I actually agreed with him but he shouldn't know that. "I am not shy!" I am extremely shy. "I am not that interested in girls at the moment." I loved girls, I loved women. I would day dream about one of those girls coming into the shop by accident.
Dad gave a little chuckle. "Listen, I was just like you. I would say I am not interested but everytime, in the corner of my eye, I would look at the beautiful young faces that would take my breath away. Their gait, the way they walk, the way their hips swayed left-right-left-right." Dad looked at the clock in front of him as he passionately spoke about his childhood.
But what the hell! My dad knew me very well. I couldn't allow this to happen either. "Look Dad, left-right-up-down, I am not interested at the moment. I want to go..." I was interrupted as the office door opened. Dad looked at me and smiled.
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
I am posting a chapter of a story that I will be writing for the blog. So here is another regular feature as love for my fans! Hope you like it!
Chapter 1
Have you ever wondered what it must be like to have the love of your life disappear? Have you ever wondered what it must be like for the so-called 'Prince Charming' to come and sweep you off your feet? Have you every wondered what it must be like to have the most 'angelic girl' come and take your breath away? You can stop wondering because my story solves it all.
I am Mani, short for Mandeep. I am a normal average man who works for my father's software company in London. The recession has hit us badly and now my dream to become an actor is minimal. I wanted to take acting lessons and now we hardly had any money to cover it.
I watched people walk by the office, listening to their i-pods, carrying their free evening newspapers and looking busy on their blackberrys. I could not understand the whole aspect of working in an office all my life. My father was a typical asian father. He wanted me to go to university and study medicine or law.
Come on now, I am 18, I want to have some fun. I want to see the world and feel the world. I didn't want to be stuck in some compact office doing nothing. That is what I did. I did nothing. I refused to go to university and I refused to find a job. I know I was being a burden on my father but he was being a burden on my dreams. He should have at least given me a chance to be an actor.
I looked at my father busy doing something. He was a nice guy from the heart. He was losing his hair now, so going bald was his only destination for his head. His glasses made him look around 5 years older than he was, although his skin did make him look younger. He didnt have wrinkles, possibly due to the fact he kept smiling whenever he could. A good 48 year old man! My old man!
I watched people walking past. Now I could see the university students. I loved watching the girls go past but not one of them looked at me. I wanted them to notice me but I just stayed in the office. I never went by the door to have a chat with them.
"Oi!" My father shouted. "If you want to go to the girls then go." He took his glasses off and pointed at me. "No one is stopping you. Stop being shy." He smiled at me.
I actually agreed with him but he shouldn't know that. "I am not shy!" I am extremely shy. "I am not that interested in girls at the moment." I loved girls, I loved women. I would day dream about one of those girls coming into the shop by accident.
Dad gave a little chuckle. "Listen, I was just like you. I would say I am not interested but everytime, in the corner of my eye, I would look at the beautiful young faces that would take my breath away. Their gait, the way they walk, the way their hips swayed left-right-left-right." Dad looked at the clock in front of him as he passionately spoke about his childhood.
But what the hell! My dad knew me very well. I couldn't allow this to happen either. "Look Dad, left-right-up-down, I am not interested at the moment. I want to go..." I was interrupted as the office door opened. Dad looked at me and smiled.
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Friday, May 8, 2009
A little update!
Hey everyone
A quick post about what is happening at the moment. The novel is coming on very well and should be looking to complete it within the next two weeks.
The story is shaping up really well and should lead to some success. I will be looking at editing for three months. It is a long process but it will be one of the best experiences.
I think that at the moment, I am not worried about my personal life. For me at the moment, love is something I will encounter forever but something I will embrace later on. More on this on a later day!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
A quick post about what is happening at the moment. The novel is coming on very well and should be looking to complete it within the next two weeks.
The story is shaping up really well and should lead to some success. I will be looking at editing for three months. It is a long process but it will be one of the best experiences.
I think that at the moment, I am not worried about my personal life. For me at the moment, love is something I will encounter forever but something I will embrace later on. More on this on a later day!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Fools...
Hi everyone,
The night comes and we all say good night, we pray that we can wake up to see the summer sun, the autumn showers and the winter snow. The spring brings in the glory of new life to the earth from the dark but white winter.
The moment we wake up, we may want to be angels or we want to be devils. Maybe we want to do good or we may want to do bad. The fact is whatever we want to do we can only have two outcomes. We can either be good angels or we'd be bad devils. There cannot be a bad angel and there can never be a good devil. It would destroy the world which has brought in the qualities of the expectation in human lives.
Forever, time has told that being good is not believable. The abuse that the good gets, one wonders what must go through their mind. 'Why did I suffer when all I did was be good to others?' These good people can question humanity, they can question those who give them the most irrational of comments. The reason is simply because they are good from the heart. They see good, they speak good, they hear good and they breath good.
Forever, time has told that being bad is absolutely believable. The honours that the bad gets, one wonders what must go through their mind. 'Why did I get praised when all I did was be bad to others?' These bad people laugh at the questionable 'humanity', they laugh at those that give them the most irrational of comments. The reason is simply because they are bad from the heart. They see bad, they speak bad, they hear bad and they breath bad.
Time does tell that conformity brings in greatness but in who's eyes? The ones that want you to go down! The ones that want you to stay where you are! The ones that do not question you but laugh at you, NOT with you! The ones that love fooling others! The ones that lie to make you think that you are good and that you are one of them!
When you open your eyes towards unconventional processes. There will be only a few that will want you to rise! There will be a few that want you to carry on going forward! There will be a few who question you with rational thoughts! There will be a few that will laugh with you, NOT at you! There will be a few that will realise that those that fool others are the real fools! There will be a few that tell you the truth to make you a better person and that you are one of a few!
Good people never give up on their goodness and bad people never give up on their badness. However, nobody likes to change, therefore the bad may always keep their bad persona! Change for the good or stay a fool!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
The night comes and we all say good night, we pray that we can wake up to see the summer sun, the autumn showers and the winter snow. The spring brings in the glory of new life to the earth from the dark but white winter.
The moment we wake up, we may want to be angels or we want to be devils. Maybe we want to do good or we may want to do bad. The fact is whatever we want to do we can only have two outcomes. We can either be good angels or we'd be bad devils. There cannot be a bad angel and there can never be a good devil. It would destroy the world which has brought in the qualities of the expectation in human lives.
Forever, time has told that being good is not believable. The abuse that the good gets, one wonders what must go through their mind. 'Why did I suffer when all I did was be good to others?' These good people can question humanity, they can question those who give them the most irrational of comments. The reason is simply because they are good from the heart. They see good, they speak good, they hear good and they breath good.
Forever, time has told that being bad is absolutely believable. The honours that the bad gets, one wonders what must go through their mind. 'Why did I get praised when all I did was be bad to others?' These bad people laugh at the questionable 'humanity', they laugh at those that give them the most irrational of comments. The reason is simply because they are bad from the heart. They see bad, they speak bad, they hear bad and they breath bad.
Time does tell that conformity brings in greatness but in who's eyes? The ones that want you to go down! The ones that want you to stay where you are! The ones that do not question you but laugh at you, NOT with you! The ones that love fooling others! The ones that lie to make you think that you are good and that you are one of them!
When you open your eyes towards unconventional processes. There will be only a few that will want you to rise! There will be a few that want you to carry on going forward! There will be a few who question you with rational thoughts! There will be a few that will laugh with you, NOT at you! There will be a few that will realise that those that fool others are the real fools! There will be a few that tell you the truth to make you a better person and that you are one of a few!
Good people never give up on their goodness and bad people never give up on their badness. However, nobody likes to change, therefore the bad may always keep their bad persona! Change for the good or stay a fool!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
ORO - Obsession, regret and obsession!
Hi everyone!
It has been a long time since I have wrote on here on a personal level. It was not that I became distant from the blog, I continued to visit and check for any comments but I am sure as you all know that I have been busy with my uni work and also with the new novel.
It becomes an obsession then a regret then it becomes an obsession again and that is called love. Love becomes an obsession at first. You want to love that person in front of you. You want to entice that person with whatever you have got. You become the attraction and then you become subtracted from that person's life. They leave you and you become obsessed with what is wrong with you?
You then start to regret the fact that you have become obsessed! What is the point of all this obsession? I wasted my time obsessing over the person that I love. I love that person to no end but receive nothing back. I am aware of the fact that love has to be given and nothing should be expected back. But even that fact becomes a conformist lie. You want to be loved back and you regret the obsession before. That person continues to obsess you through regret. You can ignore that person but that is another form of obsession. Ignoring the person will bring in more attention to that person.
Suddenly, you have realised that the regret you had has become an obsession. You want to do anything to get that person back. You get back into their lives. They do not understand why! They claim to have moved on but they haven't really. They want to test your obsession. They continue to deny their feelings but you know that your obsession cannot last long if there is no feelings from both sides. You are then told that you are hated by that person! You are told that it was a mistake that they had met you. You are told that you are the worst guy in the world! You scream and shout that this is not true, obviously in a respectful way! But suddenly realise that obviously nothing else is worth the time but yourself. However, you know that the love you have for that person is what makes you different from the rest. You may have been told that you are hated but really you are loved! You may have been told that it was a mistake that they had met you but really it is the best thing that happened in their life. You are told that you are the worst guy in the world but really you are the best guy in the world! The fact is obsession is part of a feeling called love. Without obession taking place, love cannot find its truest form.
People think obsession is mad and that is only because they are mad. Remember, live the way you want to live, f*ck (fish) the people that bring you down. Those that tell you that you are wrong, they are the worst people in your life. Ignore the f*ckers that tell you that you have made a mistake and nail you to the ground and tell you that you are wrong!
The fact is no one makes mistakes because you learn from mistakes. How can anything that makes you learn be a mistake? Every failure is a success, it depends on how you look at it! Perceive everything as a success and success becomes inevitable! Obviously!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
It has been a long time since I have wrote on here on a personal level. It was not that I became distant from the blog, I continued to visit and check for any comments but I am sure as you all know that I have been busy with my uni work and also with the new novel.
It becomes an obsession then a regret then it becomes an obsession again and that is called love. Love becomes an obsession at first. You want to love that person in front of you. You want to entice that person with whatever you have got. You become the attraction and then you become subtracted from that person's life. They leave you and you become obsessed with what is wrong with you?
You then start to regret the fact that you have become obsessed! What is the point of all this obsession? I wasted my time obsessing over the person that I love. I love that person to no end but receive nothing back. I am aware of the fact that love has to be given and nothing should be expected back. But even that fact becomes a conformist lie. You want to be loved back and you regret the obsession before. That person continues to obsess you through regret. You can ignore that person but that is another form of obsession. Ignoring the person will bring in more attention to that person.
Suddenly, you have realised that the regret you had has become an obsession. You want to do anything to get that person back. You get back into their lives. They do not understand why! They claim to have moved on but they haven't really. They want to test your obsession. They continue to deny their feelings but you know that your obsession cannot last long if there is no feelings from both sides. You are then told that you are hated by that person! You are told that it was a mistake that they had met you. You are told that you are the worst guy in the world! You scream and shout that this is not true, obviously in a respectful way! But suddenly realise that obviously nothing else is worth the time but yourself. However, you know that the love you have for that person is what makes you different from the rest. You may have been told that you are hated but really you are loved! You may have been told that it was a mistake that they had met you but really it is the best thing that happened in their life. You are told that you are the worst guy in the world but really you are the best guy in the world! The fact is obsession is part of a feeling called love. Without obession taking place, love cannot find its truest form.
People think obsession is mad and that is only because they are mad. Remember, live the way you want to live, f*ck (fish) the people that bring you down. Those that tell you that you are wrong, they are the worst people in your life. Ignore the f*ckers that tell you that you have made a mistake and nail you to the ground and tell you that you are wrong!
The fact is no one makes mistakes because you learn from mistakes. How can anything that makes you learn be a mistake? Every failure is a success, it depends on how you look at it! Perceive everything as a success and success becomes inevitable! Obviously!
Lots of love,
Rahul N. Singh
Copyright © Chronicles of a Creative Writer. 2008-2009 Rahul N. Singh. All Rights Reserved.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
