Can I Be of Help?

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A slight update on my part. I don’t even know if I should call it an update. But here it goes.

I am not your stereotypical geek but I am good with technology, all right. Yeah, I know, I am a narcissist, shut up.

From time to time, I often help others with some feedback regarding the technical aspects of different software, web programs, and whatnot.

Is anyone in my little tribe needs some technical help?

It could be related to blogging, graphic designing, actually, almost anything blogging and writing related, except social media.

I am horrible at social media.

Another Lazy Phase, I guess

via How To Increase Your Followers – Another Clickbait Title To Make You Read My Post.

Not necessarily though, let me first explain the point of the link that you’re seeing on top. This is another way of reblogging your own posts. WordPress Press This call button.

Today, I have a little update. That’s all. I have finally started working on the final draft of my so-called love story. Hopefully, you remember and if you don’t, well, that’s all right too.

I know I’ve said it before too, one or two times, I guess. But this time, I’m really done. It is holding me back now. And I need to move on. Two or three days and I’ll start looking for publishers.

Well, Publishers, here I come.

Oh, and don’t forget to check out the link, if you haven’t read that post before, all right?

Do Not Read This One.

I’m writing this one straight into the WordPress editor. I’m practicing a little advice that I preached in one of my comments today. So, here goes, twenty minutes, straight into the WordPress editor. No way to make it pretty then, huh?

Oh, it’s going to be tough. I can feel that. Well, here comes a horrible post.

“We’ll dance together till the end of time,

And the world will fall, submitting its authority.

Oh, the things we do to fit in.”

There are three updates, or points, which I’d like to make you aware of.

First, from now onwards, Saturdays will be Gratitude Saturday. I whine a lot, it’s only fair I give gratitude to all that I have. Maybe I’ll end up less pessimistic that way. Who knows?

Why Saturday?

If you force my hand, and I’d have to choose a favourite day, it’d have to be Saturday. No competition there. If I look for reason why that is so, I don’t know, maybe I can come up with few. The fact that it’ll be Sunday next day would be the first. Sunday’s are good but they are masked by the horror of upcoming Monday. On that note, I hate Mondays, by the way.

Second would be the fact that, on Saturdays, I end up having going on a binge Heavy Metal album listening. I listened to Metallica’s first three albums in one go today. Kill ‘em All, Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets. I’m on my seventh album, right now, as I am writing this.

In addition to the aforementioned, the list goes like this, Goatwhore’s Carving Out The Eyes of God, Amon Amarth’s Twilight of The Thunder God, Slayer’s Season in Abyss and well, as always, Slipknot’s Iowa. Megadeth’s Rust in Peace is next, in case that information is relevant.

Second, in this week’s Sometimes Stellar Six Word Story Challenge, I finished second for my entry, “On tiny graves, gravedigger often cried.

Third, I recently became the Top Writer in Art category on Medium and I’ve been selected as a writer for five publications there.

For the unknowing, it’s a community of writers and readers just like WordPress. And unlike WordPress, it’s a community dominated by readers rather than writers. If you ask me, I’ll say that is its biggest advantage. If it was upto me, I’d Frankenstein something between WordPressMedium and Path. Oh, and maybe Instagram.

Lately, I’ve been active on Medium a lot. And maybe, I’d like to finish this post on that note. Give Medium a go, believe me, it has a beautiful interface and if you love reading, you cannot go wrong there. If you do decide to join Medium, give my profile a read. It’s @nitesh.mishra3.

That’s all. Nice. It didn’t come out half bad, huh?


Images are prepared using Canva, by the way, which means I have all the rights to them.  Don’t tell me you’re still not using it. Learning Canva is a necessity in this blogging age, believe me. 


Have you checked out my profile on Instagram? It isn’t that bad, at least I don’t think so.

Writer’s Block? Again?

Lately, I’m in fiction writer’s block, if there is such a thing. I’ve been writing per se, five hundred six hundred words every day. It’s the fiction part where I’ve been struggling somewhat. Apparently, I love writing non-fiction.


Yeah, like that’s a surprise.

So let’s jot down some random rambles. And maybe among those five hundred words, we’ll end up with hundred substantial one. At least that’s the plan.

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Diary Of A Madman – Entry 25th October 2017 (Because I’m Running Out of Original Titles)

Come on. Here we go again, motherfucker. Oh, sorry, compulsory warning, this post contains profanity. Well, because I’m in one of my moods. You call them profanity, I call them sentence enhancers. And before I forget, that’s how Slipknot’s best album starts. 

Should I do it? It’s feels as if I ignored it for too long. Though in reality it was only three days. Shit. Three days, that’s way too long for someone like me. Too long to ignore the voices, to ignore the need.

This isn’t the way it is supposed to be. This is the only way I feel whole. That sounds so pathetic. Can I really maintain the suspense for a little long? I’m struggling so much. Now I know why I’m a horrible suspense writer. I can only write soapy drama. Maybe I’m one dimensional. No matter how much I try to ignore it. For example, this is a little exercise to write something in short sentences. Simple sentences. No complex sentences. No compound verbs.

Improper paragraph breaks. Five lines. Seven lines. The point is mixing up your style. Maybe it is a way to challenge yourself. Maybe this is how we are supposed to get out of our comfort zone. As of late, I’ve been feeling that my writing skills are rather limited. It feels as if I’m repeating myself over and over again. That can be a good thing. After all, that’s how we achieve mastery over any skill.

Writing isn’t that. Not anymore. It’s something entirely else. Maybe I should try writing something in some other genre. Science fiction seems fitting. After all I am a nerd who studies Immunology.

I digressed, didn’t I? Maybe that is the way we write good suspense thriller. We add a lot of irrelevant details. That was a snark. Huh, I’m back to my old self. Come on, idiot, get out of your comfort zone. Anyone can write a rant. Write something ridiculous for a change.

But I’ve been writing that for so long. Then write something good. Simple.

That was a ridiculous little paragraph. Let’s see if I can make fun of some other stereotypical genre. Ooh, let’s try young adult fiction. Girl falls in love with a bad boy. Good boy helps the bad boy with homework (Homework is too cliched, maybe a bodybuilding championship, after all, nerds can go to gym too). Good boy falls in love with the girl. Bad boy chooses his gym membership over the girl (Wow! We have comedy too. Shit! Let’s overuse exclamation marks, that is another necessity of YA fiction). Girl goes to the good boy. Good boy accepts her. After all, good guys are pathetic loser who always soothe the ego of rejected idiots. Nice!! And we have the plot of next bestselling young adult fiction.

Maybe I should not publish this post and write the YA fiction myself. Brilliant! I got my NaNoWriMo plot figured out. I’ll be filthy rich (Imagine me doing the manic villian laughter).

I guess I am too stupid. I ended up writing another rant. Nitesh, you can never be a good writer, you idiot.

And while we are on that subject, what kind of fucking idiot talks about himself in third person? Well hello, a narcissist. Who else? Shit. Who cares for socially aware pragmatic citizens? We need dogmatic minions who worship stones and animals. This was fun.

Oh, about the suspense, I was on Slipknot break. Can you believe it? Three days without Slipknot. I’m surprised I’m not in jail. Perfect line. Slipknot – Because bitchslapping or punching people in the throat would be animal abuse.

Fuck! By now I’m entirely sure my death will most likely be caused by being sarcastic at the wrong time.

I wholeheartedly apologize for the overdone exclamation marks. I hate exclamation marks.

Via Daily Prompt: Identity

6 Simple and Relaible Steps to Happiness

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness, partially because this uninterrupted happiness is new to me. These last few weeks I have been trying to master the art of conveying strong messages through simple words. Simple steps. And believe me, it isn’t too complicated. A few years back, I would have said that only a fool will believe it (How our perceptions change). Perhaps happiness is a matter of how we view it and nothing else. Perceptions. Nothing else. Those days I always struggled with happiness. I never understood how others could be happy. So in last few days, I made a list (Seemed like the right thing to do) and this is what I came up with.

Be grateful

Focusing on what we have, rather than what we don’t have, sounds like an over-clichéd advice. Clichés. Common comfortable clichés. You know, there is a reason why they are called clichés. It is something we are familiar with. It is something we know. Be grateful for what you know rather than dwelling on the fact that you don’t know everything. You aren’t Google.

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The Art of How Not To Write

Yesterday, I had published an article over at The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch, (Yeah, it’ still going on, maybe not so strong, but still) and as much as I would have liked for it to be read, apparently it only got thirty views.

Now, generally I move on but then I felt something special while I was writing it and I don’t know but I’d still like to give it one more chance, so if you read yesterday’s post here at TPIB, you can skip this post and if you didn’t, how dare you. Jokes aside, here it is, The Art of How Not To Write.

“Why do I do this, over and over again?

Why do I create chaos among my peace?”

I’m not ugly in your conventional sense. I do not wish to cut someone’s throat.

I’m ugly in the sense that I believe in treating your fellow beings as equal. I do not believe that women can’t be president or that they cannot run a fortune 500 company, whatever the hell that is.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter what you think of me, I mean, probably, it’ll matter to you, or you’ll think it matters to you, but in reality, whatever you think of me, is just a little sketch of the whole picture. Or the thought.

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Writing A Perfect Blog

Ahh, hell. Yup, that’s exactly how you’ll feel if you can create a perfect blog. A blog with good commercial potential, perfect layout, perfect posts, posts that will satisfy everyone, that will not hurt the sentiments of anyone. A perfectly knit creative layout.


What I’ve learned in last week is simple. A little background on last week, I’ve written certain posts that I am specifically proud of, though I love every single one of my post, the posts that I’ve written in last week are the ones I’ll show if someone asks me to show them some of my selected posts. One hundred and ninety-four posts and four of them taught me something profound.

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Our perception is nothing but the sum of our circumstances.

Well here comes another rant. And beware, Death’s The Sound Of Perseverance is playing in the background so do expect certain death growls every now and then.

There are certain discussion I’ve been having recently, with my friends (yeah, I do have friends, I’m surprised too, more than you could possibly believe) and every now and then, the word judge gets thrown around a lot, maybe by me, maybe by others, but that is not the point of this rant. The point is, I’m at a stage where I’m most probably going to end up judging the word “Judge.” You know what, rather than saying judge, let’s say we all have this inherent likenesses and repulsiveness, it’ll still make equal sense.

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