It’s over!

Hiya fellas!
 
2009’s ending, and I did not even realize it until we began working for the New Year special issue. Days, weeks, and months have wheezed by, and everything's now a become a blur. I like working for the Post, but things have started getting boring lately, and I have realized I am not as able a writer as I hoped I would be by now. Therefore, I will be leaving the Post pretty soon.

 
I am leaving for Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand some time in Feb or March, after which I will not go back to work. Working for the last 6 months was a wonderful experience, and I learned a lot of new and interesting stuff. But I never matured enough to satisfy myself with my own writing. They tried, oh god yes they did, but I failed. Amish Sir, Varsha di, and Tiku dai are the talented, nicest people I have known, and yet they could not help me help myself. I need some self-motivation, and I need rest. So buhbye, being published.
 

I am not sure what I want to do in the New Year, but I want to try new things, go on adventures, and take chances. This year I did some of that, but I am not happy with myself—mostly I just slept and ate.
 
Have a great New Year!  

The Myth of Writers' Block

When writers complain about having writer's block, what they are really saying is that writing is not an easy job. They are wishing they had a friend who would write whatever they need to do, in exchange for something like food or clean socks. Not beer, because their friend does not drink yet, otherwise he would definitely exchange beer for writing assignments.

However, the friend will get tired of writing some day or the other. And he cannot complain about the block, because it is something he likes doing, and has to do, and there's absolutely no way out.

So he writes several hundred words and deletes them. He then tries to write something that would reflect his current state of mind without ranting or complaining too much. He is not sure if that will work, or if the end result will actually be any good than all the bad writing he just deleted, but he wants to give this a shot.


And so it begins. He remembers a piece he recently read in an interview with a popular writer who says writers' block is just an imaginary creature invented by lazy writers who do not want the guilt of not having written upon themselves. Our hero begins his piece with a strong title, and then goes nowhere until the third paragraph where he describes his consciousness stream just before the writing of the article. In the fourth paragraph, he describes what he is thinking as he is writing the piece. The last sentence of the piece, and of the entire piece, describes itself, and forms an infinite loop of self-reference.

Random proverbs by Runil-2

• The school of fish was closed that day because most the fishes had been killed and served up in restaurants all around the world
  
• As dusk approached, Evan grew stupider and stupider
  
  
• She had told him several times she didn’t love him. He was getting creeped-out because he had no idea who she was.
   
• When Robina said she wanted to go home, she meant she loved her boyfriend very much.
   
• As time passed, newborn babies of Italy Chowk in Kathmandu began to develop more and German features.
   
• No one is surprised when a wise man makes a comment on the economic crisis and offers solutions. Bart farted so loud everyone had to close their ears, so they could not hear what the wise man was saying
   
• “Elipha, will you marry me,” said Rahul Karmacharya, to his fraternal twin sister. She said yes.
   
• Most Stars are so far away that even light takes millions of years to reach to us from them.  Paris Hilton is actually 92 years old.
   
• The butcher realized he had led a terribly sinful life. So he handed over the drugs business to his cousin, sold away his ‘manpower agency’ to a larger brothel in Nevada and promised to himself he would spend the rest of the life only killing animals mercilessly.
   
• The Manakamana temple is an excellent example of Nepali art and culture. If you are confident and theatrical enough, and can weave intricate stories, the dumb Nepalis will believe anything.
   
• Ningpa’s parents told him they had met for the first time in a ‘bar’ in Thamel. He did not want to know more.
   
• Please let me know when you are going to the Loo.
   
• You should never let the other person wear a checkered shirt if you plan on working with her brother.
   
• The way his eyes looked at me buggered me a lot. So I closed the closet, making sure to cover the head with a towel.
   
• His mother was a Nurse, and his father a lecturer in the University. He was gay, and they were shocked.
  
  

Random proverbs by Runil

• I was going home when the lightning struck and killed the chickens
  
  
• Radheshyam was a man of extraordinary taste: he had two tongues
  
  
• When life gives you lemons, through them really hard at the bad player or the poor performer
  
  
• Kill me if you want to, but I am not teaching you chess
  
  
• Let’s make him an offer he cannot refuse
  
  
• It had been three years since she had eaten the really bad Momo
  
  
• When he realized that running away was not the solution to any of the problems, he shot the police officer running after him dead
  
  
• ‘Sagarmatha’ is a swear word in Japanese. True story
  
  
• The romantic tension between the hero and the heroine of the story finally came to a climactic end when the hero, who considered the heroine his trusty friend, revealed to the heroine that he had herpes.
  
  
• The world was on the brink of disaster, and she was the only person who could save it. She did what every sensible and responsible superhero would do—blackmailed everyone else into paying her 3 billion dollars.
  
  
• It had been a long, hard day for agent Samson—saving your country from foreign spies was never easy. So he decided to make things easier, and defected to the enemy country.
  
  
• She was the prettiest girl the world had ever seen: her eyes were said to be a thousand times prettier than a deer’s, her hair in itself seduced thousands of sensible young men and women, her face was said to shine brighter than the full-moon. Every person—man or woman—was in love with her. Until the day everyone found out that she had a really bad case of diarrhea—without anyone telling it. Despite her other awesome qualities, she had a really weak control over her bowel. She had to wash her clothes herself later for the first time in her life.
  
  
• The Prime Minister knew he was making a decision that would forever alter the course of human history. He barfed and fainted when it was time for him to give his verdict.