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Author: Mudita

What’s In Your Bag?

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This is a list of things which I suppose would be in my bag on a usual day in college. The list is not in order of preference (all are dear to me).

Charger: necessity since my phone’s battery life is just as short as my patience

Calculator: considering I’m on the Finance and Quantitative Science track, I’d require it

always

AirPods: for both music and talking to people on the phone while eating food

Nachos: The half filled Cornitos packet right there signifies that food will always find its

place in my bag, no matter the space

Chocolate: Something sweet to digest the day 

Pencil kit:  The pink one is worn out from school, but it’s lucky so I’ll take it along

Art Journal: To sketch and scribble whenever I get a chance

Peach Folder (with that quote): I do have brain tabs open but they are organised

White register: class essential

Sticky note pad: To stick stuff in my frontal lobe of the brain that I tend to forget

Lip Balm: advised by my mom but I am sure I’d never use it

Fidget Spinner: That’s fills the void of a ‘game’

No matter how hard I tried, I could not get that charging wire in the right form. That picture is 100 for me on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the messiest. Those items placed in a disorganised way make my organised self want to weep. I placed the objects in such a way to hint at the fact that a picture is not enough for you to know me. It’s just as good as seeing my face because you wouldn’t be able know all my traits. Its only my comments from above that might reveal that I love food or I’m organised enough to have a folder (taking a long shot here). The most challenging part about this assignment was that it’s been over six months since I have carried a bag, so I’d forgotten how it felt packing a bag and having your essentials loaded on your back. Unfortunately, Zoom universities do not require it. I went around my room looking at stuff thinking what deserved that space in my bag. It was a tedious screening process. 

Representing oneself in a catalog of the stuff in one’s bag is a type of writing since it almost fulfils all the parameters on paper. It’s a medium of communication through symbols( objects in the bag) and can be reconstructed by other human beings. It just leaves too much space for assumption. I’m all for open ended writings but this one is like an open ended introduction, body and conclusion. It is a form of writing but definitely not my type of writing.   

Player Narrative Reflection

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My https://muditajainn.wordpress.com/player-narrative/  (player narrative) revolves around how liking board game made me an odd one out in my friend circle and how games inspire me to follow rules. Acknowledging these facts was already big leap for me, leaving the writing part aside. I employed a different strategy while writing. I let the conclusion drive me writing unlike my Literary Narrative. The narrative begins with analysing what my love for games led me to. It is followed by an instance where I discovered how being a player had impacted me. Writing this player narrative prompted my realisation that I had never actually broken rules inspite of not being fond of them.

Liveblogging “Gone Home”

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There existed a sense of foreboding in the front porch. With a flickering light, the place grew eerie. Near the window, thundering and rain is what I could hear but as I got closer to the main door, the noise seemed to faint. This hints at the extent of time I spent looking for the key. That attention to detail raised my expectations for what was behind that main door.

I’m an all for clues person. Solving mysteries is my thing. I’m beginning to play this game with caution. I do not know if that’s the right attitude. I just checked the toilet paper for it could mean something. Roaming in the hallways and searching every room minute by minute made me impatient. To my dismay, not all rooms bore clues. Music library was one of them. 

Right now, I am near the dad’s office. I hear two men talking. 

8:00 PM 

Though it turned out to be the TV, that thought was blood curdling. Reading every crumpled note from trash, I could feel what Samantha was going through. I then climbed the stairs. Picking up clues along the way, I reached an area with red lights. It cautioned not to enter if the red lights were on. Though every bit of me wanted to explore that further, I couldn’t find the entrance to it.  

8:12 PM

I’ve just learned about the existence of a secret room. I’m headed there. As thrilling as the path was with the panel opening from the wall, there was a feeling of disappointment on climbing down to the secret room. By then I had reached a conclusion of my own. Probably, Samantha’s parents were too hard on her so she fled with Lonnie, her lover; her parents might have gone to find her. I’m still traversing through the house so I might keep adding more.

My eyes were strained during the game, but I kept going. With pulling every bulb string, I had chills going down my spine. It felt as if unveiling the entire mystery was the only way I could swallow food down my throat.

Gamble

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This above photomontage was my 13th idea. I scratched the rest. The other twelve made sense in my head but I was unable to translate them. This 13th idea is a ‘gamble’ in itself because there’s an uncertainty in the outcome of the event; will the readers be able to align themselves with my thought? The above photo roots from my dilemma whether life is ‘gamble’ for I strive to make a sure bet everyday. 
For a choice to be deemed as a gamble, there must exist a stake, a risk, a hope of gain, and a result determined by chance. On immersing myself into this thought, I grew to realise that life may be a gamble but with a biased dice since efforts determine the odds. With every stroke of blending, the odds of you following my thought went from 1:5 to 4:2 to 5:1.
Finding the perfectly angled pictures, to combine, was a challenging task since the slant had to play out the concept. Eventually, I was able find them on Flickr. I used Autodesk Sketchbook for cropping and blending. It helped get down to the nitty gritty. 

Avatar

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This is a picture of me sitting on a rock at the most beautiful beach I have ever been to, Cala d’Hort. 

I am a travel fanatic. Those colours booming out of my head illustrate the endless thoughts that strike my head while I am on a trip. Travelling lets me stretch my mental horizon and see the world in micro detail with macro choice. Waves unfurling, and crashing against rocks as their final encore, never cease to amaze me. I chose this picture as my avatar because it represents the imagination I want to put across during the class. I hope to feel the same breeze of creativity while writing during the semester. 

This image is clicked by my dad. I edited this badge through Sketchbook which is quite user friendly. Thus, it was a very smooth process. 

Literacy Narrative Reflection

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I am not very fond of writing. At High School, I used to write with the motive to get good grades. If I put it in the right way, it was never from the heart, and always under a time constraint. This was until I wrote my college application essays. It was as if I was writing, in the real sense, for the first time. It was a feeling of accomplishment since it was my passion that drove me to write.

Today, while writing this essay https://muditajainn.wordpress.com/conclusions/ , it was that same feeling but with doubled ecstasy. I wrote my heart out. This phase of putting my thoughts on paper made me have a deeper understanding of myself. I cannot wait to express my original self throughout this semester. By the end of it, writing might just become one of my passions.

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