Why the iPad (Pro) is the best computer for writers.

Story Time:
My first computer was a tower PC. Windows 98. I quite liked the fact that there was a dedicated desk for my computer. But eventually, those tower PCs were replaced by laptops. It’s only in offices, media houses, or gaming setups that you find a tower PC. I’ve used a laptop for years. I love it’s mobility. Still, I try to keep my machine on my desk and work. The lap-ability of a device does not impress me. I find a desk from which I can work very comforting. …


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Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash

We were driving back home, late at night. The radio played a song about collecting time in a bottle and I hummed along. With the chorus I sang aloud. She turned toward me and smiled. I’d sung this one for her before…it was our song.

As the last notes faded, she turned the volume down. “Do you think there is a point in the future we wouldn’t be together?”

My feet hovered over the brakes. “Why would you even say that?”

“No,” she laughed. “I don’t mean it like that.”

I narrowed my eyes.

She continued. “I mean, like you were saying the other day about wanting to be a different person with different wants. I was thinking, given enough time do all our wants change? There are so many paths to choose, and you know, the future is never set. It keeps changing with every little choice we make.” …


Last words from 2020

Note: This was sent to my newsletter subscribers on the 30th December 2020

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Hello

I make lists. I like making lists. That’s the whole reason I started this newsletter. To make lists. This newsletter not only works as a place for me to recommend things to you, but as a repository of those mental lists. I like lists, and I also like it when things have a dual purpose. It makes them more.

It was a little difficult to decide on what to recommend you here at the end of 2020. Of course, I could dive into my list of things I’d like to recommend and off we go. But that didn’t feel right. Everyone I follow is making an end-of-the-year list. Best books of 2020, best tech of 2020, best stories of 2020, best moments of 2020, or things people learnt this year. I’m not keen to add to that noise. That’s when it struck me. I’d just write to you. …


Alongside my thoughts on it.

Story Time

When Apple announced the new 12 series, like every year I had the familiar yearning to buy it. I looked at my iPhone X. It was running fine. In the two and a half years I’d owned it, it had picked up a few quirks, like the Face ID flaw (it stopped working anytime it didn’t see my face and I had to give the phone a restart to get it to work. Living with a mask on, this happened at least 4 or 5 times a day.) and the phone battery life had slimmed down. But it wasn’t something I couldn’t live with and I didn’t really need, need a new phone. I spent a good month thinking about it and came to the decision to stick with my iPhone X for another year. …


Music Albums

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My music tastes are still evolving, but there is one thing that still holds true — my love for albums. Music albums hold a special place for me. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I grew up listening to music in CDs and a Sony discman and there were no MP3 players or make your own playlist services unless you were on a computer and burned your own discs. You listen to what is on the CD, which were usually capped at around 10–15 songs, the perfect size for an album.

I’ve always said this and it bears repeating here: “It’s easy to find a single song you love, but to find a entire album to groove to is a rare joy.” Albums are like playlists made by the musicians for their audience. In times of streaming music and singles and EPs, finding a full album you can play in the background and chill to is so, so rare. Yet, I’ve found some (and the old ones I love still exist) and I’m going to share them with you. …


I write this listening to music on one

I’d first heard the original HomePod in an Apple store. It was love at first sound. The original HomePod was smaller than what I imagined it to be and the sound that came out of it blew me away. One of my favourite HomePod reviewers calls the sound coming from the OG HomePod an envelop of power. Thogh his expressions tell you a lot, words or video cannot, CANNOT, demonstrate this. You have to be in front of a HomePod (or anywhere around it) to know what it’s like.

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Source: Apple Website

By the time the OG HomePod entered the Indian market, it was already a two year old product. And while the sound was amazing, and I knew it would tie in well with my Apple Ecosystem, I could not convince myself to buy a two year old product at that price point (₹19900). So I waited, for Apple to either update or launch a mini version of it (as the rumours kept suggesting through 2020). …


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Read the previous newsletters here.

Comics

Few people know this about me — I love comics. I always say that the first book I read was Harry Potter. That’s actually untrue. The first few books (and I am consciously categorising them as books) I ever read was Tintin comics. Also a lot of Tinkle. I absolutely adore how pictures and words combine together to tell a story. It’s not like reading text and it’s unlike watching movies. It has the stillness that comes with reading and it has visuals that come with movies. It’s the perfect go-between.

(I talk more about the eternal stillness of reading in my conversation over coffee in a recent podcast here.) …


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Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash

I do this instead.

Somedays I can’t write. Or try not to. I pause. Breathe.

I’d read somewhere that when you can’t write, you can at least work. Well, writing is work for me, it has been for a while now. But there are other forms of work too.

On the days when I can’t write, I usually clean. I clean my desk. Pick up pieces of paper. Give the marble-top a good wipe down. Shuffle things around. But mostly I clean my pens. I use fountain pens when I’m writing by hand even though I’m quite lazy. This combination leads to many pens that have run out of ink pile up and wait for their turn to be cleaned and re-inked. …


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Words

Words play a pivotal role in my life. They shape much of my thoughts. I’ve spent a lot of time pondering over them: discovering words, phrases, sentences and learning how they stick. To me, to the world. This month I turned 29, and I went deep down into my various libraries to find you words I have loved and have stayed with me for many many years.

Today I’ll leave you with them, words of others, that have set off many thoughts in my head. I hope they do the same for you.

Memory


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Photo by Victoria Alexander on Unsplash

Utter Rubbish

I can utter a lot of rubbish without any prompts, thanks to which just the other day I was telling a friend that I should start a podcast where I am speaking a string of thoughts — a stream of consciousness, if you will — into the microphone, not providing any value to the listeners, no-no, quite the opposite: distracting them with mindless, mind-numbing conversation the likes of which will never be of any use for them as it won’t contain any information, useful or otherwise, within those string of thoughts, but it’ll keep going on and on and on without end — well to be honest it will end at some point, but that’s beside the point, isn’t it, because when you’re so lost in thought of listening or reading something that goes on and on you keep trying to follow along, connecting the dots, trying to decipher the hidden meaning even though there isn’t much to begin with, but your mind is convinced there must be something hidden in here, some deeper meaning, a deeper layer perhaps, but I’m being extremely honest and candid with you in saying that the words that I’ll speak will be extremely hollow and devoid of any meaning and yet…yet your brain will not stop trying to understand and make sense of the babble and it will be a gift to you and your mind in the current world where so much of the noise we intake is sounds in an echo chamber that such drivel will start to make some sense and even for the ones who see through the masks these words wear — not the COVID masks, but the ones humans have worn on their faces since time immemorial — they’ll see that these vile words do hold nothing of any value in them, but serve as only a form of distraction that is in someway entertaining and useful, given the age of content and information and misinformation we live in; so that at least for a minute or two or maybe even three we are free from trying to understand what the other person is saying because right at the beginning he had promised not to make any sense and that’s the beauty of honesty and a promise well-kept by an author, and if that promise is upheld it can separate us from the world for that minute, a moment frozen in time when we are not thinking about our problems and the problems the world faces but are simply here in this moment, you and I together without having to think, being free humans without too many thoughts, rejoicing in this way as kids do somewhere now, and as we did when we were kids somewhere lost to time and isn’t it so much more fun to be, than not to be, is what the question should be but I’m not here to ask any questions, nor provide any answers, just simple distractions with big dollop of utter nonsense that I told my friend I would like to speak into a microphone and make a podcast, but I am still not sure, so as a measure of research, let me ask you this: Was reading all the above nonsense as distracting and entertaining as I think it was? …

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Akshay G

Storyteller || Tech Enthusiast || Writing Coach || Letter Writer

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