Good Times, and the Bad

August 19, 2016 § Leave a comment

I remember once, a few years ago, I told a friend about how disappointed I was that I had been getting no writing done. After all, it was the summer holidays, and while during the school term I had the excuse of y’know, homework, study, and exams, there was nothing to stop me from pursuing my writing over the three month long summer holidays.

My friend said to me that sometimes you get drained as a writer. And you need the time to actually dawdle and come back to it. At the time, I was much younger. I didn’t quite understand it. I was still adamantly annoyed at myself – at my lack of motivation and self-discipline. I’m sure I spent hours over my writing notebook trying to get the words out. Hours that would have probably been better spent elsewhere.

Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes you absolutely need to just sit down and write, no matter your lack of motivation or inspiration. Sometimes that’s just what necessary. But what my friend told me about being drained is also true. There are times where you just need to give yourself a pass, and take an extended break.¬†notes-514998_960_720

I’m telling you this because… you guessed it! I needed an extended break, because I was drained. I basically spent a month writing accessively. Not just working on a new project, but also doing collaborative and freelance work – along with my normal, everyday teaching job. Safe to say, afterwards I was wrecked, and I didn’t even really realise it.

This past while, I’ve been trying to take it slower. I’m working on some writing, but it’s been very unsteady. I do want to come back to this blog, because ever since I started it, I’ve always felt comfortable coming back here and writing – no matter how long I’ve left it (And I’ve left it for quite a while in a few instances!).

But in any case, this wasn’t just for me. I guess if you’re a writer too, or an artist of any kind, and you’ve been having a bit of a dry spell… don’t feel too disheartened. Take a deserved break and hopefully you’ll come back feeling much better.


We’re sailing on an ocean heading for nowhere…

September 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

… and I don’t care!

Thankfully, not quite headed for nowhere at the moment. I just wanted to make a post that was quick update on s1409774294067tuff because I feel like this blog has been dead for quite a while now. I’m back from Bangladesh from my quite long summer visit there (which was pretty wonderful, to say the least). But now I am getting ready to move countries (!!!) from Ireland to England to start my masters programme. So things have been pretty hectic.

In other news, I have recently graduated from my undergrad in English and History which is kind of a milestone, I guess. Hopefully, once I am all settle in at England, starting up my masters, I will have some time to begin the writing process again.

I have been dwelling on a lot of stuff over the summer. I have a lot of ideas about editing and rewriting past stuff (mostly, The Stroke of Midnight aka. my 2nd NaNo), along with some new ideas (a satirical novella and a sci-fi novel??). A lot of stuff that I have never really tried before and am super excited to get started on again. Hopefully, I will be NaNoing again once November starts up and will get a lot of actual writing down on paper instead of simply having thoughts of writing in my head. I have also read a lot of books over the summer (20+), some which I have liked, some loved and some hated. So expect to see some of my musings on these books in the near future. Also follow me on goodreads to follow my reading updates if you so wish! ūüôā

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May 28, 2014 § Leave a comment

Hey guys, so I just wanted to make a short update post since I’m travelling to Bangladesh tomorrow to visit family and do some work placement. I’ll be there until the beginning of September and hopefully I will stay busy, which unfortunately means that this blog might be inactive for a little while. However, lucky for me, I have loaded a LOT of books onto my kindle (it has 300+ books now) and I’m taking a couple of physical books with me too! I also hope to do at least a little bit of writing while I’m there. I’m going to try my best to keep updating this blog when I get the chance even while I’m away, but definitely expect a few reviews and perhaps a couple of poetry posts when I get back.¬†

Stay well until then all my lovely followers! 

Life of Pi, NaPoWriMo, etc.

March 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

I havenIMG_20140324_224344‘t posted here in a fair while but I’ve been quite busy with college and such as it is my final year… and April being the final month of my final year! Here’s a bad-quality phone photo of me with a book that I really love: Life of Pi by Yann Martel. We’re reading it for my Literature, Modernity and the Sea class this week and that makes me truly happy. Guess what I’ll be writing my final essay on in that class? Ha.

So April isn’t merely the last month of my undergrad experience, it is also National Poetry Writing Month, NaPoWriMo, 30 poems in 30 days. Any of you participating? I’m planning to, so hopefully this place will liven up a little bit due to that! Although no promises. I’ve had a fairly busy year. If any of you are doing NaPo do let me know and we can follow each other and show support and such!



A Shakespearean Globe

May 16, 2013 § Leave a comment


This is probably a long overdue post that never got written because I’m lazy and have been incredibly busy with my college schedule. In any case, I wanted to write about my wonderful, amazing trip to the Shakespeare’s Globe and I’m going to do that, even if that trip happened sometime in December.

In any case, during my Christmas holidays from college, my brother and I traversed to the wonderful city of London and viewed some great sights, my favourite of which happened to be the Globe Theatre, unsurprisingly!


The place is rather glorious and, although a reconstruction of the original theatre which was burnt down a few decades ago, quite authentic to look at! Unfortunately, the theatre only stages plays in the summer so my new goal in life is to travel to London one summer and watch a Shakespearean play in the Globe (preferably¬†Hamlet, but I’ll take any!)

Our little tour of the theatre gave us may little insights into the productions that happen in the theatre – the most exciting of which is the audience involvement that often occurs in certain few plays (I think the Merchant of Venice was one of them).

Unsurprisingly, I made a little bit of an investment in the Globe’s gift shop, buying myself a wonderful Shakespeare poster, along with some bookmarks and¬†key-chains¬† What I really wanted was a skull that they had on display but unfortunately, it was much too expensive. But of course, upon seeing the skull I had to exclaim “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well!” My brother, who is neither a fan of literature, not someone who has read Hamlet, was left in confusion.


One quite interesting thing: whilst leaving the theatre we noticed many photographs in the exit hallway. Upon reading the plaques of these photos we discovered that they¬†commemorated¬†the World Shakespeare festival, which seemed incredibly intriguing. Unfortunate that I’d only heard about it then. But one of the photos was taken in my own home country: Bangladesh, where the Tempest was performed. That just really excited me, and still does! Shakespeare in Bengali! I would love to see it sometime!

Anyway, that’s about it for my gushing about the Globe. I definitely urge you to visit the place if you’re a lover of Shakespeare and literature like myself. And I do hope to watch a play there someday in the near future (which will lead to another gushing blog post, I’m sure)!


If any of you have visited the Globe, what were your thoughts and experiences? And what’s your favourite Shakespeare play?! I’m ashamed to say I’ve only read three so far (Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet and A Midsummer Night’s Dream). I’ve read some of King Richard III but not much of it. I really want to read Macbeth!

Nature’s first green is gold

June 27, 2012 § 4 Comments

I count myself lucky in many ways (and unlucky in many other ways), but one of the things that I’ve always been quite happy about is living here in Dublin, Ireland but not being born and bred here. I hear a lot of my Irish friends complain, about the rain, the people, the ¬†politics, this and that and everything in between. They talk about wanting to leave, go somewhere that’s not here. And I understand, I really do. If I was born and brought up here, I’d probably think the same as them. But I wasn’t.

The Cliffs of Moher

Ireland is nice.

When you go into the countryside, the greenery is beautiful. I went to Clare about 2 years ago and saw the Cliffs of Moher. They were stunning. Everything in Clare was, really. We saw the Burren and visited the Ailwee caves. We even took a boat ride to Inis Oirr, which was a Gaeltacht so everyone spoke Irish. It was a small island and we rented a horse carriage and rode around the whole place. It was all very beautiful.

Inis Oirr

We visited the North once, travelling through Donegal (which, again, is pretty beautiful). We saw the Giant’s Causeway and visited Carrick-a-Rede, both beautiful places. We took so many pictures but with sights like these, photos don’t capture the beauty. You have be there, you have to see it with your own eyes.

The Giant’s Causeway


When we first moved here, we used to live in Tullamore, Co. Offally. It was small town that you could probably walk in about a half hour. We go back to Tullamore once in a while because my parents still have friends there. But only once did we actually travel around Offally, visiting places other than our little town of Tullamore. We went to Birr, we saw stunning greenery.

Birr Castle and Gardens

I live in Dublin, but on the very outskirts of it so it’s pretty quiet around here. You step outside my area and you aren’t in county Dublin anymore, you’re in Wicklow! And in Wicklow, you have some pretty wonderful sights, like Glendalough, a glaciated valley. We visit there often enough, there’s a lot of walking to do there. There’s a lot of greenery; lots of trees and some waterfalls. And of course, the valley itself is stunning!


Don’t get me wrong, I love my home country of Bangladesh and it has some stunning places to see as well (I just haven’t had the opportunity to visit these places yet!) but that doesn’t nullify the natural beauty of Ireland. I’m always, always grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to travel around Ireland, to see all these beautiful places for what they are. But, of course, there’s more. Ireland is full of natural beauty that I’m just dying to see and hopefully in the coming years, I’ll get to travel around the country more and see more wonderful scenery!

P.S: Props to anyone who can name the poem and poet the title is from!

Because I’m inspired by speeding cars

June 25, 2012 § 2 Comments

If you’re a writer, or an artist of any kind, you probably get this question a lot: what inspires you? Which is a pretty broad question. Every time someone poses this question to me, I’m a bit baffled as to how exactly I should answer them. Often, I’ll just end up stuttering something along the lines of “uh… people… things, I guess?”

Oftentimes, I’m wholly confused at things that inspire me, and how exactly they inspire me. Other times, I’m just¬†embarrassed, even though I probably shouldn’t be. But as a human being, you don’t have a linear thought process, and as an artist, my thought process is anything but linear.

I remember back when I was fifteen, I had to write a short story for English class. I was completely stuck on what to write. I had writer’s block. But I really had to get the thing done so I walked around my room with a pen and notebook and even danced around for a little while. I scribbled a few words but found them to be absolutely pathetic. I turned on my mp3 player and hit shuffle. Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap played in my ears and that’s when inspiration struck.

The next few hours were a blur. At the end I had produced a story about a young girl with mental problems who killed her own parents but blamed it on her imaginary friend, Blake. If you’ve never listened to Speeding Cars by Imogen Heap, you can do so below. But let me tell you something, it is certainly not about mental problems or imagery friends or murder. Yet, that’s what my story ended up being. There was quite a bit of hype about that story in school afterwards.

“Wait so, who killed the parents?¬†Was it Blake? Was it her?¬†So she was insane?¬†She killed her own¬†parents?”

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s a dark, twisted story written by a fifteen-year-old girl, inspired by a song that reflects the song in no way at all. Like I said, not a linear thought process. People asked me what inspired that, what made me write it. What exactly was I supposed to tell them? That when I hear songs about childhood and growing up, I think of murder and insanity?

About two months ago, I attended the launch of The Bell, UCD’s own literary magazine and had to do a reading of my poem (which was published in the magazine), Breathing Past Brick Walls. Afterwards, my friend Amanda ran up to me really excitedly and told me that my reading was wonderful, my poem was wonderful and then, the dreaded question, what inspired it?¬†I muttered something along the lines of “I’m not really sure, I don’t remember”.

The poem was quite different from my murderous short story inspired by an innocent song. It was something that I really struggled to write, that really pained me to write. As I have said before, poetry doesn’t come easy to me, so when I write poems, they often end up being immensely personal in a way that prose isn’t.¬†Brick Walls was written about a past experience that had deeply affected me. How do you tell anyone, even your best friends, that the poem was created from pain and hurt? Would they understand? Do they understand?

I don’t know. Inspiration is a strange thing. I don’t think I’ve ever honestly answered one of the “what inspired this?” questions. I don’t know if I ever will. Sometimes, I don’t even know myself.

Have you guys ever experienced difficulty with the inspiration question? Are you like me when it comes to letting people in on your inspirations or do you gladly tell them the truth? Let me know in the comments!

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