Weekly Photo Challenge: A Day in the Life

I’m not an adventurous person by trade. I like to stay home. I don’t like the outdoors. Not that I hate it, it’s just not for me. Only occasionally do I go out, and that too for 1-or-2 things, like for my karate class or to my dentist. Other than that, I’m indoors around the clock. A day in my life is just like any other. I wake up and immediately retreat to this spot where I then proceed to do my drawings (you like them?) while listening to songs and/or a film and/or a YouTube video.


Yea, I accidentally spilled banana milk-shake on my laptop and thus the keyboard and the mouse are not working, so I have to use external ones. I’m not complaining, though. I never did like the keyboard mouse and its limited freedom.

After when I’ve filled up my quota, I usually then pick up the book I’m currently reading – which in this case happens to be Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins. I’m also reading a PDF version of Masters of Doom by David Kushner. This is my 3rd time.


Usually, while reading a book or drawing, I make myself tea. I’ve been a tea addict since the age of 15 – a habit I picked up from my mother.


The brands you see are local brands, and you may or may not have heard of them. Note: finished content is actually more delicious in real life than pictured!


Yea, this basically is it. After this I do my exam papers, eat and then go to sleep. The next day the entire routine plays out once again with little to no variations.


Daily Prompt: Judgment Day

I recently finished The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins – the series, now with a movie franchise to its name, that has been taking the world by storm since its release in 2009.

I absolutely loved the book. There’s no other way to put it. But since I’m supposed to talk about the cover, I’ll just cut to the chase.

Take a look at the cover below for a full 1 minute.


This is the version I currently have, and boy, do I dislike it greatly. For those who haven’t the foggiest of what Hunger Games is all about, this cover is as misleading as the title to this Daily Prompt: I honestly thought you were supposed to write your vision of Judgment Day, you know, end of the world, Armageddon and all that.

Back on track, is it me or does the cover imply that the Hunger Games is all about computer hacking, and that the girl pictured is being targeted by, let’s say, the FBI or any counter-intelligence agency or whatever (I don’t have much knowledge on these things). The cover totally doesn’t reflect the true nature of the Hunger Games, and instead portrays itself as a Cyber-punk novel with a dash of Hackers mixed in it – the Angelina Jolie movie.

The blood-stains don’t help, the radar-type circles around the character give hints that she may be a spy or an agent, the frequency/radio-wave effect in the middle give wrong hints as well. In short, everything about the cover, like I said, doesn’t reflect the pages inside. This cover belongs to a completely different genre.

Before I finish off, one more thing. Some might say the cover shows from the Capitol’s point of view, you know, tracking Katniss down, keeping her in view, being her main adversary and all that. But seeing that that The Capitol vs. Katniss “theme” doesn’t take life in the last few pages of the book, and that it is the main theme of the second book, the cover doesn’t do much justice here. Had this been the cover of the second book, Catching Fire, then I wouldn’t have said anything. In fact, Catching Fire’s cover is much more impressive, with the bird.

So, do you agree with me or not?

Daily Post: Menagerie

Our Orange/Ginger Persian cat is aptly named Gola (Urdu for round/fatbecause she is. Although my sisters insist on calling her Maple, the rest of the family sticks to Gola, me included.

Over the years we’ve had many cats but none so energetic and loving as this one. We currently have two, the other is a pure white Persian who is the most laziest thing ever. Gather the most laziest cats in the world and they still would be lively in front of our cat, named Ringo after the former Beatle. 

Anyway, Gola is very much interested in whatever I do. Whenever I sit down to draw, she jumps on my lap and fixes her yellow eyes on my pencil, waiting for it to be set down so that she can pounce on it. Although neither of the cats mean anything special to me, they do indeed make me laugh by their on/off relationship towards each other and by their obsession with anything that swings!

I don’t have a picture of them currently – as I don’t wish to go through the tiresome process of transferring the pictures to the computer – I do have a video of Gola. Skip to 1:57! Enjoy!

Daily Prompt: Fantasy

The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus . . .): a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?

Of course we all know they don’t exist. But that’s a mature mind speaking here, a mind that will need extensive and years of convincing that they are “real”. Little kids, most of the time, don’t need any convincing. Just give them a character – real of fictional – with a catchy or shiny name and they will stick to it for most of their lives. This can cause positive and in some cases, extreme negative (re)actions.

Positive as in people who are afraid or unwilling to let go of their past will find this early fantasy world a cushion to land onto once they realize, or are in the midst of, the grim reality of the world, of real life. This can, however, be seen as negative, too!

I personally find these things irrational and did not grow with this fantasy, but I did read about them in school and as light subjects. I believe this should be kept at a minimum and, if possible, erased from their memories as soon as possible!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

A true, and funny, poem dedicated to my mom, who recently turned 47!

A mother cannot be explained

But she can be described

A mother is a full round perfect specimen

Only thought lower by our ever-faltering minds

A mother’s love is immeasurable

If it can, then it undoubtedly stops somewhere

And we all know a mother’s love is limitless;

The love from my mother comes in all shapes and sizes

From big, triangular sandwiches to small, circular pancakes

My mother is proof that, yes, they

Do have the ability to to turn nightmares to dreams

When I’m sick or depressed

She’s the first to know

The invisible ribbon which grips us both

– Her greatest spy and my reluctant ally –

Is the vessel through which I silently call her at times of need

And even though she sometimes acts the same

Like that character voiced by Ellen McLain

But come hell or high-water

I will always and forever love my mother!

Happy 47th!