I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… [...]

The Naked Truth (Screenplay)

The Naked Truth

Dear respected everyone,
Different people have different hobbies—some like to sing, some like to dance, while I like to rectify all that is wrong with the Indian society. It’s my little tuppence for our beloved culture—I strive to get everything even faintly eroding said culture, banned. That is why I’ve founded Pop the PIL (get it? [...]

This is the first draft of a screenplay for a 5-shot movie exploring how a manic-depressive loner finds his emotional release by pretending that he’s the king of an illusionary land. It’s a part of a college assignement. Once again, feedback will be appreciated.

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U know wat??? Today I like took da “Do U Hav Boobs (Girlzzz only)” quiz on Facebook! And da result was freaky kewl!!! It sed that I DIDN’T have boobs!!! How kewl is dat?? Dont get it? This result proved widout ny doubt dat I AM a guy!!! Gawd! Facebook is soo kewl!! I totally [...]

Part of a Joker origin story I’m writing. It’s an episode from somewhere in the middle of the story. Give me feedback as to whether or not I’ve got the feel right…
“Why hello there!”
He spun around. Locked door. Windows locked. And yet, a voice in the dark.
“Who…who are you?”
“The question…well, the question isn’t…or rather, shouldn’t [...]

And then he fell on to the court, winning the final set 9-7. The stands erupted in a wave of applause. Applauding the two for delivering one of the greatest games ever-a four and a half hour magnum opus battling rain, darkness, and of course, each other. But maybe, they were also sub-consciously applauding the [...]

Started writing something, ended up with something completely different…
Listen to them
Chatter, gibber,
Twitter, twatter.
Sit in a corner,
Force a smile now and again.
“How your studies goin’ laddie?
Will you grow up
To be just like your daddie?”
(My relatives are over
And this is the only topic
Over which they ever hover.)
Forced smile
And laugh to make it clear.
“Study hard
To be successful, my [...]

Take the first para seriously, because I am damn serious about what I say in that one para…

This poem is pathetic and rude
Like a rotten fruit,
DUMB,
An insult to one’s thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-less shirt
Of Aussie sledges where the moss has grown-
This poem should have been wordless
As a bunch of turds.
*
This poem is motionless in time
-Silly, [...]

See if you can make head or tail out of this one (because, I couldn’t)…
He felt men mill past him.They didn’t care.They didn’t know.The poor robotic beings,Had just one place to go.They followed each other,They found joy in acceptance.Their poor mindsWere shut as their poor souls.Maybe,It was fear,Fear of rejection.Maybe,It was their programming.Standing there,He felt [...]

Delirious with joy when London won the rights to host the 2012 Olympics, I wrote this piece of poppycock.
The sheep will flock,But we’ll be ready.The sheep dogs willPress them on,But we’ll be steady.A great fiesta it’ll be,For all the world to see.English ingenuity at its bestWhen London’llBe the nestWhereCitius, Altius, FortiusShalt prevail.Participation shall be the [...]