Just whatever rants come to mind. This seems to be a great way to vent.


36. The Grand Reveal

            One and a half-year and not much has changed. As many of you know, I’ve been absolutely inactive for the past few months. Don’t blame me, med school is tough. It’s fun too, sort of the reason why I’m preferring to go watch surgeries instead of writing. Since I’m in India, I’m interacting with tribal patients, which is really interesting. It’s a challenge to get their dialect and understand exactly what they’re suffering from.

            Medicine aside, I’ve started another account on this side. I felt like I was being sort of stagnant on this account, and I thought it was finally time I abandoned pen names. I’m not hiding this, and I’m not announcing it to the world either. Please tell whoever you wish. My new account is Niharika Sarma. I made it a long time ago, just to save the name (because I’m obsessive about that) and just started using it recently.

            But everything’s changed so much. We used to have this legitimate sector of original fiction writers, and I don’t feel that we’re that prominent anymore. Everywhere I look I see fanfictions. Someone had the audacity to say that my writing was ‘AMAZAYN!’ yesterday. I wanted to cry, or else fling a needle at my laptop.

            And the quality of the writing hasn’t changed much either. Just read a random One Direction fan-fic ten minutes back. A girl gets pregnant (Louis is the father) at 19, and he breaks up with her right before she’s about to tell him. She breaks up with him, fast forward two years she sees One Direction at a mall. Niall falls for her and immediately offers to take care of her and the baby. She accepts his money and buys clothes with it.

            Now, in the story the girl’s not destitute. She’s doing okay, so why did she take the money? What happened to single mothers having self-respect? And there’s always that great description “blonde hair, blue eyes, slightly curvy figure”    and then minute flaw and “why am I so ugly?”

            Another thing to creep me out, her two year old talks like he’s five. If that’s not off-putting, I don’t know what is.

            I honestly don’t know what to do now. I want to go on a commenting rampage and critique the crap out of every fan fiction I see, but honestly I don’t have the time for that anymore. I just want to find a good book, settle down and just read. You ever feel like doing that? I don’t want to read about Sherlock observing Molly’s beauty, or Harry falling in love with a homeless girl, or Justin Bieber reuniting with the mother of his child. I just want to read something original. Because original is beautiful.



Niharika Sarma

(I know it’s not as lyrical as Mina Rowen, but it’s what I’m stuck with. Call me Niharika or Sarma, whichever you prefer. I like Sarma, but it’s up to you.)

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