Anisa Reddy Journal

Well, months ago, there has been a widespread mockery and critics addressed upon Dawn, the largest and oldest Pakistani English newspaper, launched in British India by Muhammad Ali Jinnah in 1941. That afternoon, as usually I was enjoying my black coffee while scrolling updates on LinkedIn. People all over the world popped up, posted of a Pakistani newspaper written in English. Seemed curious and agitated, I read one of those. There we go. On November 12th, one of their business articles titled "Auto Sales Rev Up In October" has unedited AI Chatbot prompt. At the end of it, there is one final point which absolutely indicates an AI-written text. I catched someone commented, made laughed at these texts. Some random non-AI experts start noticing the trends go viral, posted and reposted exactly the same photo, flooding LinkedIn more than weeks. Up to now, I see certain people still digging hole. Alright, what exactly AI is? Artificial intelligence or AI is a generated intelligenc...

Vol I. Beyond the Horizon Anisa Reddy shares her journey to India in this special edition magazine, showcasing the magnificent India to the world.  Journey through India—a story that challenges what it means to truly 'find' yourself in an unfamiliar place. DOWNLOAD HERE

In 2024, exactly on November 24th, I traveled alone for the very first time. I was ecstatic yet awful — nobody accompanied me. My destination was India, a big country with multiculturalism. I flew to New Delhi, India by Air Asia. First at one point, I have to transit to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Several hours waiting, from Kuala Lumpur then flew directly to Indira Gandhi international Airport. It was an enormous airport with 3 terminals, considered as the busiest airport in Asia. Wow! Along the way, I couldn't eat anything, I left my chocolate bread inside my shoulder bag for hours before I dumped it in hotel bin after my arrival in Delhi. Around seven hours inside the plane, I was extremely tired and felt a little bit dizzy reached India. It is called jet lag of extreme flight hours. I changed my watch to set up to new local time. I joined a programme from Ministry of External Affairs India. I have written separate article HERE. I was in India for 21 days. 21 days alone with nobody ...

Few moments ago, I attended an event organized by a local community. That was a small gathering, around hundred people.  I was considered lucky to be there cause I didn't know something extraordinary was happening in front of my eyes. Magical, exclusive and extremely exotic, what a wonderful magnetic painting that I instantly enchanted. Something in part of me said "yes" ! It hit the bottom of my heart. What I saw was a very serene thing when it was seemingly an ordinary painting, yet had a very essential abstract meaning only to those who could access the key and dive deep to the essence. "I consider myself a fortunate lady in the room to have such perception and to grasp it immediately beyond its ordinary look from the outside, there is a hidden gem behind its scratches." Over other paintings, I only had eyes on this exclusive painting, it spoke to me very personally. A painting of a woman with blonde hair, not really blonde but sort of mixed colors blended pe...

My picture while working for TVRI SPORT on the occasion of PON XXI 2024. Taken by cameraman at Sumut Sport Centre, Deliserdang, North Sumatera. Since teen-age, I love writing anything, be it poetry or non-fiction. Flashback to the moment I wrote a short story and sent it to the local newspaper agency. I wanted my story to be published in their newspaper. At that time, when I was in secondary high school, I might be 11 or 12 years old. There was no online newspaper or magazine. I did not have a mobile phone either. It was a long time ago when what I had were books and pens. I happily sent my story with a DIY envelope I made from used HVS paper. FYI, Do It Yourself (DIY) is my incredible hobby I own up to day. My dad brought me to the newspaper office, and I handed it to the security man. That was unforgettable! That little girl sent the short story and hoped they would contact her soon, with that glitter in her eyes. She wished anybody would read her story published in the newspaper. Sa...

Ohhh dear readers, I know today's journal sounds a bit dreaded, but I truthfully announce that I'm not gonna die soon! There’s a song lately which has established in my prefrontal cortex, haunting me like the curse of Annabelle. Creepy enough to keep me trapped in my bedroom, right? The chorus clings to the back of my head all the time — whether I’m bathing, eating, doing a makeover, sleeping, or simply living. Yes, anytime! The song titled Die With A Smile  by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga. 🕯️ Die With A Smile – A Romantic Farewell The phrase "Die With A Smile" urges us to live presently with a loved one, the one we dearly, fully enchanted with. Someone we love heart fully, even if the world was to collapse, we were surrender to die right next to them. The kind of love that shaped history, like the story of Taj Mahal in Agra. What a wonderful symbol of love and affection from beloved lover. Taj Mahal, in my view, is the proof of how much a man respects and loves his wom...