Niharika is a prolific writer!!

“She came .She wrote. She conquered”. On one fine morning, would read a banner headline after the fanfare confetti night that crowned Niharika as the Booker Queen.

“She is the harbinger of the contemporary Indian journalism”. Would say morning news anchor… “Niharika is the prolific writer.She is the brilliant journalist”.

As my artist brain was fantasizing this dreamy sojourn..Then Knocked my censor brain and said “great words, great dreams, these are too great to come true. Day dreaming ought to be taxed after this!!

“Shut up!!Critics, they just judge others and appreciation is not bolt of their mind.Niharika dreams big, so would she achieve. She’s Booker. Pulitzer girl” asserted my artist brain.

“Oh! Yes she has the habit of playing with great people’s words. Dr Kalam who said ‘Dream big, dreaming small is a crime’. She narrated it as ‘Dream big .dreaming small is no kind’. You call that art.” said censor brain.

Avenging on my behalf, said my artist brain, “She is creator, cliché is not her style, she’s someone who makes path and leaves trail behind”

“Classics are never cliché” said censor brain.

Artist brain without sounding smart instantly replied “cliché can never be classics” (that’s why I am proud of my artist brain, it is not clever, and it is full of bewilderment)

Censor brain said “stop your blandishments for her. Don’t call her dimwit, mindless thoughts offbeat. She’s classless.

She besmirched the eternal lines of P B Shelly ‘If winters come, can be spring be far behind’ to low brow thing. ‘If hands meet, can bed be far behind’

That purest thought ever came to her mind ‘Every time you sleep with someone, you get up and say, born virgin again.’

Artist brain, “I love her erotic ideas, beautifully she works on basic human instincts”. As artist brain was confessing, censor was ready with another argument having tongue firm in cheek. “She doesn’t listen to her elders, once teacher in the lecture theatre instructed, introduction should be appealing. There she was ready to defy, she made dialogue of it (completely monologue it was though).

Teacher: introduction should be appealing.
Niharika: appealing?? Do you mean sexy with that,

                 I am too conservative to write sexy introduction

Teacher: I mean it.

Niharika: that’s your problem, you mean, not I.

                I will write what I mean.

Artist brain was still humble and said “She is witty, humourous, she is….”

Censor brain interrupted before artist brain could finish, “what Niharika does, is called dimwit, not wit. That is not humor but PJism .one day she would need joke insurance. So that her so called humor doesnot evoke pin drop silence in the vicinity”.

“Whatever you may say, people call her Google” said the artist brain, this admiration was followed by another “She is responsible; sincere she has been a leader throughout”.

“Let me tell you the truth,” censor brain said to artist “Google she pretends as if she has known all those facts throughout her life, even if she learnt them that morning.

Don’t talk her of being sincere; she has grown up by befooling people around her. Sincerity is everything, once you are able to fake that rest is easy.

Night before exam, she defined who a bright student is, world would have not been enlightened, had she not given definition to bright student.

Bright students are not those

Who read history inside class.

But rather who make history outside the class.

Bright students are not those who

Listen to their teachers

Rather those whom teachers listen to.

Bright students are not those who learn

Other’s work by heart

Rather who steal others heart by their work..”

This conversation went on between artist and censor brain..As I retired to my bed. They discussed and debated whether I was a prolific writer or not.

However I was content to know,”Niharika is a prolific writer”