I hate calling myself a poet, in the way I always struggled with calling myself an artist (I still don't like calling myself an artist). To be a "poet" or an "artist" means you have received a degree of instruction, or self-taught prowess, of a calibre that it can be disseminated. I don't think I … Continue reading Poetrygrams, privacy and setbacks
Tag: writing
Silk threads
It was your last smoke. You watched the cigarette smoke dissipate into – where? You always wondered that, a toddler on your grandfather’s bed, as you tried to catch the silk of it in your hands. Rafiki-deft, you would swing between the vines of your imagined mental jungle and craft paints and cackle gleefully as … Continue reading Silk threads
Divining
some cooking tips: 1. when you cook chicken (breast, thigh or fillet) make three thin nicks with a serrated knife (okay, it's more for bread than poultry but it was the only knife within reach). stuff rosemary in each pocket & smell the divinity in your kitchen. 2. most things are better crushed. take garlic, mint, … Continue reading Divining
1:55am, saturday
Sometimes I read through my own blog. I read through it with the same compulsiveness with which I attend to my linkedin profile, as if I have something to prove to myself by reacquainting my eyes over and over with my own work, with my accomplishments (or lack thereof, depending on the day), and most importantly, with my … Continue reading 1:55am, saturday
To write again
There is nothing sadder than the niggling thought that you have a slew of unfinished, barely started drafts. I take that back - it's having a slew of unfinished, barely started drafts across multiple platforms. Medium, WordPress, the five million writing applications on my phone, all with a cute little note on the side telling me … Continue reading To write again
The Walled City of Lahore
In lieu of having the time to write an actual blog post, I'm just going to go ahead and put up an essay I wrote about Lahore (naturally) for a class. Edited slightly to turn it from a photo essay that it originally was to a legit essay. Also, disclaimer, any disjointedness in the essay … Continue reading The Walled City of Lahore
Janelle Monáe: Revolution through Music
This was published for the Northeastern University Political Review, a political magazine I write for. I'm going to put up the entire article here but I deeply suggest you go check out the website - amazing articles by amazing writers (I made the front page as a Freshman, I think this bodes well for the … Continue reading Janelle Monáe: Revolution through Music
Happy birthday?
So according to wordpress, I registered neihathinksthis three years ago today. Which seems like a very long time considering I've only been regularly blogging here for like...a year and a half. But time flies and today is still a pretty momentous (hah) occasion, so in honor of that I'm going to put up a piece … Continue reading Happy birthday?
Mother tongue: Being an Urdu Lisper
I have 40 pages of dense reading to do for my classes tomorrow, so in the spirit of procrastination, I'm going to put this essay up. My major is a BA, so it demands proficiency in a second language; as such, I was required to write an essay detailing my proficiency in and relationship with … Continue reading Mother tongue: Being an Urdu Lisper
Ode to Boston
Anyone who has ever spoken to me for more than five minutes knows how much my soul craves a city that I had never in my life seen but which I nonetheless called home. My love affair with this city, with Boston, began a few years ago after having my heart broken by New York … Continue reading Ode to Boston
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