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We’re all queens. (And Kings.) Please remember that 🙂
My chin trembles a little but I hold it higher still
My smile is stuck forever, I’ve swallowed a happy pill.
The fingers they point at me blur into the distance
and the butterflies in my tummy run and prance
For i’m happy and i’m sad
and i’m moody and i’m mad
and i’m in love and I hold grudges
and it’s me who jumps and trudges
and I twirl and I fly
as I take off into the sky
and when I finally land
feet sinking into the sand
I look around and notice
everything that I’d never miss.
I’ve learnt that I’d be my only constant
Everybody else came and went.
And So i began to love my own ways
I sit joyful in my own happy place.
Soon, the accusing eyes begin to turn away
And I spiral into my bubble of bliss, hey!
Look, My gown swishes against the floor
and the doorman grandly opens the door
And I’ve wiped away all traces of a frown
Because I’m wearing my invisible crown.
Before you begin reading what is sure to be a long-ass post, go and check out the tagline of the blog. It says something along the lines of Photography, musings and a bit of crazy with a weird emoticon accompanying it.
So I believe I’ve covered a lot of Photography in the past couple weeks ( I’ve also stuck to my new year resolution of more portrait photography, so yay!) and the ‘crazy’ element is always there. What’s missing? The musings !
HERE I AM AT LONG LAST. Truth be told, I haven’t had much time to sit and ramble out loud but I’m going to do it right now.
‘Stay Inspired’ is a theme I really liked because I think if I could give any advice to anyone from any country belonging to any religion and believing in anything in the whole wide world, it would be these two extremely profound words.
What does it mean? You can interpret it in any way you like. My personal inspirations range from amazing poets like Pablo Neruda and E.A.Poe to legend*waitforit*dary TV show characters like Barney Stinson, because everybody in this world has some quality in them that I admire. (Fine, maybe not everybody…)
Are you feeling really low today? Do you feel like the world just kicked you deeper into the sand? Did you just break-up with someone, or lose a competition you wanted to bag?
Did you just get rejected…again?
That’s okay. There’s going to come a time, and I speak from personal experience, when you can look back and the rejections make sense because they simply led you to a better opportunity.
‘Stay Inspired’ is very important in the global scenario today. Everyday we hear news about plummeting airplanes and wars and crashing economies, and everyday the world seems to get dimmer. Some people grumble about this, some get really angry, some get depressed, and some forget about it.
Stay Inspired is about believing that you have what it takes to overcome your troubles. Stay Inspired is about believing that good times are coming soon. Stay Inspired is about having a mature and more accepting attitude towards differences. Stay Inspired is all about YOU, and have YOU decide to change the world…because you CAN.
My college starts in two weeks, and that’s a really absurd feeling. And yes, by absurd I mean anxious+excited+nostalgic+happy+creeped+relieved. At the biggest moments in your life, when you can sense that change is right around the corner, you tend to look back and assess the damages. What has been my life so far? How many people did I hurt? (Did they totally deserve it xD) Have I changed? Learnt anything ?
As children, we spend most of our lives at school. The classroom whose walls bear (along with cracks, of course) our scribbled drawings and footprints and the mark where someone accidentally splattered paint. The desks where the romantic couple scrawls S+P or T+A in a little heart, and the blackboard- Countless hours spent staring at the blackboard, memorizing every little nook and corner to avoid reading what’s actually been written.
It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Because to me it feels that all my life, I’ve studied for a test, written it and forgotten everything xD (It’s not just me, go refer: Teenager Post) And looking back, it all seems so arbitrary. I could once recite the periodic table in my sleep, and now. Okay lemme try. Hydrogen Helium Lithium Beryllium Boron Oxygen (??) Carbon Fluorine…Okay, so I muddled up. But at this point, I can tell you all of Fayol’s principles of management without batting an eyelid. I can tell you about how inflation affects the GDP and how money printed abundantly without caution can kill an economy.
It changes. And maybe, if I stopped studying this for a year, I’d forget these too. Which begs the question, what did we REALLY learn from school.
Things I learnt from school:
1) My ABCDs: Okay, so maybe that came in handy.
And the number system and basic addition and multiplication that helps when you calculate the change you need to receive from the auto driver. 😛
2) Fractions: I can now divide a cake between my 4 friends fairly. [I get 4/5th and they each get a third of the remaining one fifth 😉 ]
3) The Punctuation Marks. They come in very handy for emoticons. 🙂 ._. ;_; 😐 heheh.
4) Defending yourself to a teacher will ALWAYS be construed as answering back, and shall ALWAYS send you out the classroom.
5) Nobody goes to the school restroom to pee.
6) That the best memories you make are the ones that get made when you have absolutely no clue you’re making them.
7) #justindianschoolthings Classes aren’t classes, they are fish markets.
8) Lunch breaks are never long enough, and if you’re with your best friends, you rarely eat your own food. It’s a picnic, m8.
9) My school taught me that age didn’t matter for friendship. Well, actually while I learnt this AT my school, it had little in actually teaching it to me, but. We have friends of all ages. In fact, one second grader named Meher actually considers me her older sister ^.^ Watching her and the other kids run to us from the end of the quadrangle is a lovely feeling, because kids love you for who you are. They don’t judge you, they’re just glaringly honest.
10) That you make the best friends of a lifetime at this place. That the classes I’ve bunked were worthwhile because the real lessons were taught outside the classroom. You get defeated and broken a million times, you fail in several tests, you are the social reject…these are challenges you learn to overcome in high school.
When we graduated, our entire batch stood on the stage, holding candles in our hand in a dimmed room. We were all dressed differently, in shining and elegant and gorgeous saris and crisp, handsome suits. And yet, in the dark, holding the candles, the parents pride reflected in our glimmering eyes- we all looked the same. We all looked hopeful.
And so take it from me, school-goers. It’s okay to bunk a class to go watch a movie with a friend. It’s also okay to sit in the front row of the algebra class, hand poised to shoot up to ask questions. Because there’s no perfect example of how high school should be. High school is simply what you make of it.
The Finisher is a tremendous book by David Baldacci. I must confess, it’s also my first Baldacci book which is a bit surprising, to say the least.
The first couple of pages were confusing. He’s substituted several common use words with his own vocabulary, and that can get a bit mind befuddling but we get used to it. We then begin referring to years as ‘sessions’ and day as ‘light’.
The main character, Vega Jane, is kick-ass. Hunger Games, Divergent, and now this. The Finisher. All draw on the theme of a more tough female. A strong female. A smart female.
And I love this new trend, of course. Female narratives are a lot more fun.
Vega Jane has been in Wormwood all her life. And yet, she discovers, that events of late really show her who she is. Which turns out to be everything she had wished for. And maybe a bit more.
It’s not divided into good and bad, Wormwood…it’s divided into characters that are conflicted about their inner goods and bads. And that is a refreshing change.
I loved how the ending wasn’t just a ‘happily-ever-after’. I look forward to a sequel, though, because half my questions were left unanswered.
Do read this, it is kind of brilliant ! 🙂
Don’t want to miss a thing is a chick-lit book written by Jill Mansell. I was browsing through the shelves of Crossword, and I found this book. It’s not like the cover attracted me, or anything of that sort. But I hadn’t read chick-lit in a while, and I though I’d pick it up. I also bought 3 other books, reviews coming up soon.
So ? What’s the story ? It’s not too original. The dude is called Dexter Yates. He’s the typical British rich boy, with the babes and the booze and the canary yellow Porsche. (which I adore, btw.) He also, somehow seems to have impeccable manners.
He shifts to Briarwood, when he decides to take care of Delphi, his niece when his sister dies. Along with the help of his ultra-nice neighbor, Molly.
What follows is a fairly predictable tale of how they struggle and enjoy raising baby Delphi, and eventually have to deal with the attraction they feel for each other.
Yet, even though it’s a simple, cliche story, I loved reading it for it’s simple storyline, lovely characters. All in all, a lovely afternoon read.
You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
(Photo: Akansha Shekhar my baker, she is so damn beautiful no? I love taking her pics.)
So, very obviously, I am in a James Blunt mood today, and when these lyrics (which he repeats oh so often) kept worming their way into my head, I thought, ah what the heck, its time for a creative muse anyway.
I’m not usually a great complimenter. Especially if people sucked really bad. If a friend comes to me, and asks me to rate her voice, whilst simultaneously sounding like Rebecca Black, I’d probably crack the tiniest of smiles and say, “Wow. You’re wow.”
For a person in love with the english language, when it comes to compliments, I can be quite stingy. It’s not due to lack of wanting to, I assure you. It’s just …tough… at times.
However, there are those times when I’m genuinely blown away by a kind gesture or a fantastic performance, and then words tumble over each other in an effort to come out.
And when I do give a compliment, no matter how shallow or how deep, how placating or how sincere, the joy I see reflected in the persons eyes really warms me.
Here’s the honest-to-god truth in life: PEOPLE ARE VAIN.
PEOPLE ARE VAIN.
PEOPLE ARE VAIN.
PEOPLE ARE VAIN.
(Because, simply, saying it once ain’t enough.)
But that is the truth after all. It’s okay, though. It’s alright to want a reassurance that you’re good enough for the world because it’s too often that people try to prove to you that you’re never good enough.
Vanity about one’s looks or voice or talents or abilities or characteristics often drive people crazy. And I have one advice to all of you.
James Blunt-o-fy yourselves. OH YES, why? BECAUSE YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL. *cue music*
Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. There’s nobody who is perfect in this world, and even if there were, gee. What a boring person that must be.
You may be tall or short. You may be thin or fat. You may have curls or straight hair. You may have blue eyes or brown. You may sing great, or break window panes. You may dance gracefully or fall off the stage. You may amuse people, or repel them. You may be any of these things, but you should know that you are you and that is true and no one can be you-er than you. (Whaddup, misquoted Dr.Seuss reference)
I was watching a Reese Witherspoon movie lately, where the hero gives her Play-Doh as a birthday gift. He complements it with a story, about how play-doh was originally intended to be white goo that removed soot of wallpaper, and became obsolete due to heaters, etc. He then said that the guy who invented it suddenly found no demand for his product. His sister-in-law, i think, then asked him to add color to it and use it as modeling clay. And thus the white goo became Play-doh.
What that essentially means is, “we are all just one small adjustment away from making our lives work”.
Which is such a lovely thought, is it not ?
For every person better than you, there’s always one person worse. It’s simple. ITS THE CIRCLE OF LIFE *hakunamatata*
Considering I’ve already entered into Lion King mode, let me just end with a lion king quote.
REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.
Never lose H.O.P.E (wondering why I acronym-ised it?) H stands for all the hate you’re going to get in life. Don’t lose it. Instead, convert it into the fuel that’s going to drive you forward. O stands for Others. Don’t lose the other people in your life, because they are the ones who make your journey memorable. P stands for Party. Because, well, party. Enjoy. Freak Out. And E as of now stands for elephants. ( Partly because I can’t think of anything else, and partly because…well, SAVE ANIMALS CALL PETA ETCETRA.)
Quick Announcement: As you can see from the photograph, I now have my own digital signature. WOOOHOOOO. Which is essentially just a random font on a photo editing software, but my, doesn’t that look professional? Teehee.
Today was both satisfying and disappointing in so many ways. When we think cows, we think of fat black and white creatures that graze lazily on pastures BUT HELLO REALITY CHECK:
(The first pic taken from the net, the second I clicked today )
So, we do what we can do. Today, my parents, brother and I spent about two three hours driving all around Bangalore feeding these cows. We fed about 20 or so cows, and 7-8 calfs. We also fed about twenty dogs and 4-5 puppies.
It’s a self-gratifying experience. Noticing us feeding the cows, several shopkeepers willingly came and gave us vegetables in bulk to feed them! It truly felt like we were making a difference.
Sorry about the crappy quality ( phone).
ANYHOW guys, please try doing this! Cow-slobbering over the tomato in your hand- AMAZING FEELING.
I live in an urban city, yes, but keeping in mind that I do live in India, we have an abundance of dogs and cows in the area where we live. Now feeding dogs is always a pleasure, and biscuits are easy to carry around. In fact, Div, Aku and I usually scrounge for them after school and feed them biscuits.
Cows, now they are more difficult. This has been my dad’s and my tradition from when I was two. Whereever we went, we’d feed the cows greens and jaggery and veggies. So, today when we went (after a loooong time), I thought I’d share it with you guys.
Our driver has a farm in the village, and cows on it. So he told us that they liked tomatoes a lot. My dad was a bit chicken, but I don’t mind feeding random cows (never mind the size of the bulls’ horns, lol) by hand. So when they nibble at the tomato in my hand, it gives a feeling of pure unadulterated delight!
As you may well know, these cows otherwise feast on the garbage dumps (also in abundance) and ingest plastic. WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY REALLY BAD.
I also fed a calf some jackfruit without the seed. I wasn’t sure about that, but then the shopkeeper told us it’d like it, so.
It wouldn’t eat off the ground, it kept looking to my hand, and in a flush of selfish delight, I loved it. Here are some pics, and if you live in a city where there aplenty of cows, try doing this ! 😀
The loudest voice is silence – Conscience.
At long last I realized,
You were never absent in my life,
Instead, I realized you were always there.
Always had been, always were.
I’d never taken heed of that silent cry,
The begging to be noticed,
The pleading to be acknowledged.
I’d ignored you like everybody else did.
Most of the time, in fact, all of it.
As they went about with their daily business
Butchering what was most precious to them
Wreaking havoc, creating destruction.
I sat by the window, wondering why.
And how and when and where.
Wondered everything, never knowing
The answer was in front of me.
All along, you. You were the answer.
And finally, as I breathe my last,
The tiny wisp of breath leaving my mouth,
I notice you.
Pale, tired, weary. Voiceless.
And, for the first time, I hear you.
My conscience. Conscience.
You speak to me, in complex words.
And yet, it’s all painfully simple.
I was wrong. Wrong in not listening.
Wrong in doubting the truth.
Wrong in not paying attention to the heart.
Wrong in wronging others.
And as the wisp begins to float higher into the air
And my eyes close,
I rest in the fact that I did finally see my conscience.
Right from wrong.
Which is more than many others can ever say.
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