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Assignment One: Statement
Revive her spiritual energy from a self-induced karmic coma.
Release the forces of her inner energy from the confines of Karma.
Assignment Two: Antagonist.
Aria’s trust is betrayed by her notorious mind, which incites her into materialistic bazaars and dreams of an opulent lifestyle. Aria is spiritually and financially bruised, and at the age of fifty, she is evicted from her house and her innocence. The troika voices of her mind, heart, and consciousness force her to become an adult and face responsibilities weakened by her beliefs in Karma. Her simplistic life is further muddled by comparisons of her nomadic and freelance personality to her paranoid Uncle and her aunt’s invisible depression.
Assignment Three: Title
Hangovers from Karma.
She Killed the Dead.
Assignment Four: Comparable:
Untamed: by Glennon Doyle. The similarity lies with
living life as per your expectations and not of others.
Designing the mind: Ryan A Bush. In my memoir, the crazy story of my mind unconventionally adopts and practices the rules of this book, ‘Designing the Mind.’
Assignment five: Logline/Hook line
Is she writing the scripts of her doings or is she living a predestined future? Aria surrenders her freelance lifestyle to dogmas of social obligations. Still, at the outset of her golden years and with the help of her spiritual intellect, she restores her inner happy self.
The three pieces of her spiritual intellect set out to discover/investigate her inner energy, which she believes is burrowed at the center of the hidden city, her soul. In this far-stretched journey, the troika voices of her heart, mind, and consciousness reform and nurture her from a self-induced Karmic coma to a life of self-conviction.
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On 11/11/2022 at 7:14 PM, poonam sikand said:
ASSIGNMENTS 6-7
Assignment 6: Inner conflict
Primary Conflict: Her wishes to be an actor, save the world from poverty, experience nomadism, and own a tea shop, are not the expectations of her modest life. Her attempts to shift her unease into meditation fail; instead, she drizzles in materialistic affections and zilch her savings and sensibilities in the potholes of adulthood. Aria’s relationship with herself, loss of self-love, and gratitude, she is unable to tackle the responsibilities of her golden age. She is torn between the suggestions of the heart and mind and becomes the metal ball swinging between the pendulums.
Inner conflict: She is not an addict, she is not a survivor of a grave illness, she does not suffer from a mental illness, neither is she penniless; she is ordinary, yet struggles to survive. In her mundane life, she is looking for spark and sparkle, very conveniently forgetting to be grateful for what she has.
Secondary conflict: Aria’s sunset years arrive without her permission, and as a baby boomer, she did not boom too well. She stalks the millennium and Z zone and everything in between with much to learn and unlearn. Navigating her almost loveless life, she attempts to fly with broken wings to experience rainbows in the black.
Assignment 7: Setting.
Aria is in love with this country; its hot climate, the green, brown, and bluest colors of nature, the organic beauty of rustic towns and villages, and the colorful culture which made Africa so beautiful. The harbors of Port Harcourt and the hustle and bustle of Enugu. It all came to an end with the Biafra war, bringing her back to her birth country, India.
The roof provides a telescopic view of the green growls of the Himalayas in the summer and the melts of snow during winter. Dehra Doon a valley with fields of sugarcanes and orchards of mango and lychee trees is situated in the crust of mountains.
On the way back from Brooklyn to Babylon, a generous mix of greens, purples, and oranges canvas the sides of the roads. The antique shops on Main Street, quaint eateries, hilltop taverns, and drop-dead golden sunsets equate the magic and connect with Mussoorie. Aria hasn’t seen much of the world, but the idyllic serenity of this town captures her heart. Labyrinthine branches offer a limited view of the Hudson River over a purple and orange sky, and the February chill connects her to the mountains beyond. She is home in the valley of Irvington, New York.
The sunrise and sunset, be it in Dehra Doon from the roof of her homes in India or from the bay window of her house in Lindenhurst, New York, or the picture window of her living room here in Irvington, Westchester, welcoming the scarlet sun tuck into the night, all aocx
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ASSIGNMENTS 6-7
Assignment 6: Inner conflict
Primary Conflict: Her wishes to be an actor, save the world from poverty, experience nomadism, and own a tea shop, are not the expectations of her modest life. Her attempts to shift her unease into meditation fail; instead, she drizzles in materialistic affections and zilch her savings and sensibilities in the potholes of adulthood. Aria’s relationship with herself, loss of self-love, and gratitude, she is unable to tackle the responsibilities of her golden age. She is torn between the suggestions of the heart and mind and becomes the metal ball swinging between the pendulums.
Inner conflict: She is not an addict, she is not a survivor of a grave illness, she does not suffer from a mental illness, neither is she penniless; she is ordinary, yet struggles to survive. In her mundane life, she is looking for spark and sparkle, very conveniently forgetting to be grateful for what she has.
Secondary conflict: Aria’s sunset years arrive without her permission, and as a baby boomer, she did not boom too well. She stalks the millennium and Z zone and everything in between with much to learn and unlearn. Navigating her almost loveless life, she attempts to fly with broken wings to experience rainbows in the black.
Assignment 7: Setting.
Aria is in love with this country; its hot climate, the green, brown, and bluest colors of nature, the organic beauty of rustic towns and villages, and the colorful culture which made Africa so beautiful. The harbors of Port Harcourt and the hustle and bustle of Enugu. It all came to an end with the Biafra war, bringing her back to her birth country, India.
The roof provides a telescopic view of the green growls of the Himalayas in the summer and the melts of snow during winter. Dehra Doon a valley with fields of sugarcanes and orchards of mango and lychee trees is situated in the crust of mountains.
On the way back from Brooklyn to Babylon, a generous mix of greens, purples, and oranges canvas the sides of the roads. The antique shops on Main Street, quaint eateries, hilltop taverns, and drop-dead golden sunsets equate the magic and connect with Mussoorie. Aria hasn’t seen much of the world, but the idyllic serenity of this town captures her heart. Labyrinthine branches offer a limited view of the Hudson River over a purple and orange sky, and the February chill connects her to the mountains beyond. She is home in the valley of Irvington, New York.
The sunrise and sunset, be it in Dehra Doon from the roof of her homes in India or from the bay window of her house in Lindenhurst, New York, or the picture window of her living room here in Irvington, Westchester, welcoming the scarlet sun tuck into the night, all a
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Assignment One: Statement
Revive her spiritual energy from a self-induced karmic coma.
Release the forces of her inner energy from the confines of Karma.
Assignment Two: Antagonist.
Aria’s trust is betrayed by her notorious mind, which incites her into materialistic bazaars and dreams of an opulent lifestyle. Aria is spiritually and financially bruised, and at the age of fifty, she is evicted from her house and her innocence. The troika voices of her mind, heart, and consciousness force her to become an adult and face responsibilities that are weakened by her beliefs in Karma. Her simplistic life is further muddled by comparisons of her nomadic and freelance personality to her paranoid Uncle and to her aunt’s invisible depression. Is she writing the scripts of her doings or is she living a predestined future?
Assignment Three: Title
Hangovers from Karma.
She Killed the Dead.
Assignment Four: Comparable:
Untamed: by Glennon Doyle. The similarity is in regard to living life as per your expectations and not of others.
Designing the mind: Ryan A Bush. In my memoir, the crazy story of my mind unconventionally adopts and practices the rules of this book, ‘Designing the Mind.’
Assignment five: Logline/Hook line
Aria surrenders her freelance lifestyle towards the dogmas of social obligations but at the outset of her golden years, with the help of her spiritual intellect, she restores her inner happy self.
The three pieces of her spiritual intellect set out to discover/investigate her inner energy, which she believes is burrowed at the center of the hidden city, her soul. In this far-stretched journey, the troika voices of her heart, mind, and consciousness engage her to perform implausible acts toward reforming and nurturing from a self-induced Karmic coma.
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HANGOVERS FROM KARMA Chapter One: Ouster
September 29, 2015.
The evening was crimson, shadowing the earth in a cosmic twilight and shaping the water, the skies, and Aria invisible. In this opaque guise, Aria envisages strangling the two voices inside her head with no one to witness them dead.
A few minutes earlier …….
In a world of seven billion people, she sneaked into the Village Marina to elope from the horror posted on the front door of her High Ranch, the content that stripped off her dignity.
She looks up and sees shades of grey blending with the orange sky; her eyes adjust to the warm darkness as she focuses on ripples of white foam whirlpool at the corner of the moorings. The sluggish laps affirm the blood flow in her human body as the waves plunge and dive back into the sea; the pause in nature rests her heart.
This stillness is fazed by the commotion created inside the circumference of her spongy brain; she clutches the wet wooden railing to steady her wobbly knees.
Aria stretches her plump short body towards the dark henna waves to dump her troubles in the water, but they hung onto her like a pair of cheap earrings, bruising her spirit.
In between her uneven breaths, I hear her, “I am not intimidated by your--’
“What, accusations.”
“You can’t chase me into this.”
“All I am asking is, is it too late for a quick fix?”
“And why is your chastening humiliating me.”
“Shut the front door.”
“You are blocking my door, so slam out.”
Aria’s fingers slide down her hair to untangle wet coils, whereas her abdomen screams to unleash the knots in her stomach. The stench of wet wooden planks tickles her nostrils, and she wipes the ooze from under her nose. Her fingers fumble inside her linen jacket pocket and touch a chasm; the lines on her forehead humor her ironic situation and the air beneath her sniff’s emptiness.
“Aria, you forgot to stitch the rips in your life, and bazoom, everything has fallen out of place."
Her high-pitched laughter dips in the reflection of a dark sky.
"Bazoom is not a real word, and neither are you."
"Seriously, Aria, you think this is funny." Concerned by her detached reaction but careful not to mock her negligence, I cautiously select my words, "excessive investment in your outer self and fictionalizing your life is the root cause of this dilemma.”
I know her problems are not unexpected, but she has a knack for looking away as she would ignore a child’s attention-seeking behavior. This time, however, these cognizance repellents with stings worse than an infected mosquito are hard to dismiss.
Aria shuts her eyelids and disappears into the familiar blue and black figments to seek calm. She floats inside the dark pit and sees a rainbow in the black. Mesmerized by the inner darkness, Aria stays there for a few moments and then opens her eyes to the outside world.
Her eye contacts a lone goose, flapping her wings and swimming away from her. The green henna waves continue to crash and distract the buzz ringing in her ears; they also succeed in smothering her louder voice, Alpha.
I am Beta, her quieter voice, and I sneak in my whisper, “your concerns are pretentious, and you are being foolish not to be afraid.”
"True, in recent years, I forgot to look at myself through myself. But I did manage to survive in this overly crowded world and bore the annoying company of the two of you.”
I ignore her rebuffs, "You did let it happen? Aria, did you think they, hmm, would vanish? Did you believe you can swallow pills of neglect and your problems will ---?”
She peeps in the water and sees no reflection, "you think I am responsible for the disappearance of the moon, the stars, and me."
“Stop being amusing; it is not the time to mask your fears.”
“Right, it’s time to bugaboo.”
Our irrational conversation is ignored by the forces of nature, and we hear drums of rain and lightning fizzer in the sky. On the earth, raindrops dance on erratic waves, and in her mind, a mixed trickle of thoughts gushes by.
“Aria, the situation is serious; in three days, you will be -------you might as well throw your pride in the water.”
“Are you suggesting I jump?”
She counts the raindrops up to twenty-seven, makes a roundabout, and walks towards the main road; Aria deliberately misses the turn to her house and continues straight ahead. She stops by the small white and black lighthouse and pauses her nodulous life at this intersection.
Rain drizzles, lights turn red to green, cars honk, and drivers curse. She anchors to the ground. The rain drizzles, the traffic lights change colors, cars honk, and drivers swear. Abruptly, a giant raindrop falls in her eye; the green light glares in the lens of her pupils and her middle ear acknowledges the honks and the curses.
The hollow instruction 'go home' seems reasonable to her tired mind. Aria walks a few feet, then deftly moves undercover seconds before lightning breezes a few meters from her. She leans against the tree and ignores the trembles inside her wet clothing. The rain tapers and the talks inside her head are quiet; Aria resumes her way back to a house that would shelter her for another two days.
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New York Write to Pitch 2022 - Seven Assignments (12/22)
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ASSIGNMENTS 6-7
Assignment 6: Inner conflict
Primary Conflict: Her wishes to be an actor, save the world from poverty, experience nomadism, and own a tea shop, are not the expectations of a modest life. Her disappointments in achieving them lead to shifting her unease into meditation also fail; instead, she drizzles in materialistic affections and zilch her savings and sensibilities in potholes of adulthood. Aria’s relationship with herself, loss of self-love, and gratitude, she is unable to tackle the responsibilities of her golden age. Torn between the suggestions of the heart and mind she becomes the metal ball swinging between the pendulums.
Inner conflict: She is not an addict, she is not a survivor of a grave illness, she does not suffer from a mental illness, neither is she penniless; she is ordinary, yet struggles to survive. In her mundane life, she is looking for spark and sparkle, very conveniently forgetting to be grateful for what she has.
Secondary conflict: Aria’s sunset years arrive without her permission, and as a baby boomer, she did not boom too well. She stalks the millennium and Z zone and everything in between with much to learn and unlearn. Navigating her almost loveless life, she attempts to fly with broken wings to experience rainbows in the black.
Assignment 7: Setting.
Aria is in love with this country; its hot climate, the green, brown, and bluest colors of nature, the organic beauty of rustic towns and villages, and the colorful culture which made Africa so beautiful. The harbors of Port Harcourt and the hustle and bustle of Enugu. It came to an end with the Biafra war.
She is back in her birth country, India, in a small town named Dehra Doon, a valley with fields of sugarcanes and orchards of mango and lychee trees situated in the crust of mountains. The roof of her paternal and maternal homes provide a telescopic view of the green growls of the Himalayas in the summer and the melts of snow during winter and painted sunsets and sunrise in the sky.
Living in Long Island for thirty years, in Babylon and Lindenhurst, Aria escapes from the wrath of Hurricane Sandy and moves further West.
The antique shops on Main Street, quaint eateries, hilltop taverns, and drop-dead golden sunsets equate the magic and connect with Dehra doon and Mussoorie. Aria hasn’t seen much of the world, but the idyllic serenity of this town captures her heart. Labyrinthine branches offer a limited view of the Hudson River over a purple and orange sky, and the February chill connects her to the mountains beyond. She is home in the valley of Irvington, New York.