I always say that one of the nicest things about blogging is seeing those names of readers on your notifications who were in sense, with you when it all began. Of course, I don't claim to be a blog of epic proportions, worthy of offering endorsements or advertisements or such things, but what I mean…Read more Thank You for Your Support
WEEK 2 brief of my creative drama class: Write a scene in which one person is jealous of the other. University A Play by Siraj Patel CHARACTERS TIM – Eighteen-year-old boy from East London MARY - Eighteen-year-old girl, Tim’s girlfriend, a heavier East London accent ACT 1, SCENE 1 A classroom, there are four rows…Read more University – A Play
Writing drama has never been my forte but this semester, I am taking a Creative Writing class for drama and so I will be made to confront a new form of writing. The last 'play' or script that I wrote of any significance was way back, in the grand year of 2007, at the age…Read more An Attempt at Some Drama
"Oh bloody hell, not you lot again. You camera people. Didn't you get my warning when we attacked your jumper on your first day here? Winter is our time, not your time. It's meant to be quiet here, don't you know that it is not the season for all you camera wielding people? Why are…Read more Birds of Agadir
He had to do it again. This was the worst part of the job. As a young child, he had hated school assemblies and even now, whenever he would see his son standing on stage, his eyes would tear up. Never mind the fact his eight year old voice would squeak throughout the hall, sounding…Read more Breathe
As I prepare for the one exam of my first semester, let me remind myself of how I felt after sitting my first university exams two years ago. Impersonal. That is how I would describe the difference between the exams of the past and the exam I sat today. When you would walk into an…Read more What’s Different About University Exams?
My Grandmother’s Kitchen The numb stone floor thuds against my shoe As my fingers graze the stained wood-mix worktops. I can see Mum searching for plastic bags In the shed that I used to play in. Triumphant, she comes in clutching An array of cobalt, green and white. “We will be leaving soon,” she says,…Read more My Grandmother’s Kitchen