She's young. She's hot. She's gutsy. She's smart, She's a STAR! She is Sharanya Manivannan. And her book, WitchCraft is bout to hit the stores in a bit.
Here is just a few of what many had to say bout this gorgeous being and her work;
"Sharanya Manivannan is a writer of boldness, the body and its blood, an elemental singing of dark luscious desires, an erotic, sexual woman's voice. Bless her torch-like tongue." –Mông-Lan, author of Tango, Tangoing: Poems & Art.
"Full of raw passion and a daring fire, these poetic declarations are attuned to the lessons of Indian myths and stories, reclaiming them in that age-old battle for an empowered womanhood." - Cyril Wong, recipient of the 2006 Singapore Literature Prize.
"Sharanya Manivannan's work of literary art is not for those who are looking for daffodils and rolling green landscapes. She strips a woman's psyche to the bare bones and is fearless in portraying men and women as they really are. They are not popular, these 'opinions' but she goes to the roots of man's neuroses, fears and desires. Sharanya is an intuitive writer to be watched." - Dina Zaman, author of I Am Muslim.
Well, yea its another fckin fckin Friday. YES, i do have issues with Fridays. Many view Fridays as the propitious day of the week, heck i used to too, but ppl change eh!
Change.
How does one change actually? Come. Come and ponder along with me abt this 'change' fer a bit. Exactly what drives this 'change'? Are we changin in order to adopt to the surroundings? times? ppl? Sighs. There's jus too many variables and possibilities(lets spare the thots of 3021 fer a while shall we) thats contributional to this matter. "Change is so pervasive in our lives that it almost defeats description and analysis." Won't u agree?
~Blek'd~
When i began writin this write i was most ascertained that this wud prolly be my best, or rather, most intelligent of entries, but boy oh boy was i wrong. Like always, especially on Fridays, i stupefy miself alot as i drift further into mi write. I tend to get err.. Patrickified(thats the pink starfish on SpongeBobSqrPants). Ye, it's intensified by an approx 5% with every hour countin. Haha. Ye, i was tryin to be intelligently funny there, lame eh. Ye. I rest my case. BLEK.
I'll haf to xcuse myself now, for almost 6hrs has elapsed since i began this write and i lost the impetus. LoL. NO. It doesnt take me 6 hrs to put together a post. I had 2 frens who were in need of company that i needed to attend to, plus a Christmas dinner. Also was tryin to multitask, and if it wasnt obvious enuff, ye, like many of mi fellow martians,i am not built to comprehend such competency. BLEK.
To do: The next time u r in a shower, or taking a dump, ponder, dig deeper, on how much u think have u changed over the past coupla yrs, or months, or weeks or days, OR even as the second passes by? Watever triggerd these changes? Were the changes fer the better, or was it fer the worse? Sighs. On a second thot, maybe u shud pass. Why dwell on sumthing u can't change? errr.. did i just come up with an irony there? LoL. Sighs. Fckin screwd up la miself. Better run now, but not before i leave u with a song recommended by the ever lovely Sharanya. A haf to listen song! U'll love it, i reckon!
DAMIEN RICE - "Rootless Tree"
What I want from you is empty your head They say be true, don't stay in your bed We do what we need, to be free And it leans on me like a rootless tree
What I want from us is empty our minds We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times We go blind when we've needed to see And this leans on me, like a rootless...
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you And all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it There's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good That you just let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're aroundLet me out, let me out, let me out What I want from this Is learn to let go. No not of youOf all that's been told Killers re-invent and believe And this leans on me, like a rootless...
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you And all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it There's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good That you just let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Of this hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out
Fuck you, fuck you, love you And all we've been through I said leave it, leave it, leave it It's nothing in you And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so good That you just let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around Let me out, let me out, let me out Hell when you're around.
