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Unfinished Painting

Unfinished painting leaning on the wall,

Spreads it’s love, it’s such a charm.

Inspired by the subjects, I picked up my brush,

Must get some colours straight from their lives, oh such leaders they have been.

Painting had then begun, but colours on them refused to dry.

I left them out there to dry, months and months untouched by brush.

That unfinished painting across the room,

Makes me smile, such a charm.

Right on the wall next to the charm, photographs of people I adore.

Photographs with smiling faces, of the ones I’ve known all my life. The ones I could refer to as my life.

Just above these pictures are the ones from my recent past. People I’ve come to love just way too much.

Unfinished painting across my room,

Fills me with life, oh such a charm.

Looking at the photographs and then back at the painting lit by fairy lights,

I contemplate my life decisions, yet again I’m in such a fix.

A dream I’ve dreamt from the time I do not even remember, and the life filled with the ones I treasure.

I must choose. I must be wise.

Unfinished painting across the room,

Helps me contemplate, it’s such a charm.

Above the painting are two hand made lamp shades, boasting of creativity that is somehow now lost.

The mild yellow light, tells me how I’m getting fond of some more just one step at a time.

I do not rhyme, I cannot whine. Cuz this is what I wanted so bad.

Unfinished painting leaning on the wall,

Love, Dreams & Life. You will always be a charm.

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Addicted to Mumbai.

There are a million memories in this dream city during the past two months that I would never trade. I am overwhelmed by the love that this city has showered on me. It breaks my heart to leave this place.

I did not know anyone when I moved into this city two months ago. I had no expectations from this city. But for me, Mumbai definitely was everything and more.

It was just a leap of faith when I decided to live with strangers, but today those strangers are by my side to bid me farewell.

There was a company I thought was a bit boring before I sat through its interview, but then it turned out to be one the most happening of all places that I have had the chance to be a part of.

I have had exceptional teachers in my school days.No, they were not exceptional because of their knowledge but because they understood me and they moulded me so beautifully even without me realising it. I had not found such teachers till the day I entered NVM. Jeetu sir is without doubt the best mentor that anyone can ever have. He has mentored us, helped us work on our flaws and taken care of us. He means a lot more to us than most of our lecturers in college. A true teacher and a gem of a person. I’m so glad that sir was out mentor. The founders of NVM Balli sir and JP sir too inspired us with so much more than just knowledge. Their life experiences, struggles and most of all their friendship, will give anyone who meets them #career goals and #friendshipgoals for life.

Mumbai gave me a chnce to reconnect with my relatives and cousins who I hadn’t met in a long time. Mumbai taught me that I could actually go broke, true to the last penny. I borrowed money for the first time in my life, waited eagerly for two weeks for the stipend to arrive, with just 40 bucks in the bank. Mumbai told me the importance of stocking up enough food at home, so that you don’t starve when you have no money to buy anything. Mumbai showed me the coolest streets to go street shopping in and that it is just pue badluck if BMC shows up the day you decide to shop. I fell in love with the Mumbai local trains, the bindass Mumbaikars, the gentlemen of Mumbai & the strong women of Mumbai, stylish babies in Carter road, Sunset of Bandstand and the Skyline of Marine drive.

MUMBAI is where my heart is going to remain from now on, surprisingly I did not miss home for the first time, during my stay here for two months. I feel guilty for saying this, but I didn’t miss home even little bit. Maybe it is true when they say home is where the heart is. Home is Bangalore. Home is also Mumbai.  I smiled everyday I was here, maybe that’s why it is so difficult to leave. And more tough is to leave without shedding tears.

Before I leave I must say this, thaaaaaaank youuuuu Muuumbaaai. Thank you for everything.

I looooooooveeeeeeeeeeeeee youuuuuu Mumbaaaai.

 

Happy new year!

First of all, I wish you a very happy new year! ‘May your year be filled with magic and dreams and the dash of craziness. I hope you read fine books and find someone who thinks you are wonderful and don’t forget to make some art- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope somewhere in this year you surprise yourself!’ someone wished me a happy new year with these words and I think this is the best way you can wish anyone for a great year ahead. So I extend my greetings to you too with the above words.

So to begin with I was never too big on resolutions, but maybe now is the time to try if they work.

  • Live everyday to the best. Make a difference in someone’s life.
  • Happiness and smile.
  • Write,read, draw and travel.
  • KA sees light this year.
  • Non-accommodating and stubborn. Zero tolerance for nonsense and rudeness.
  • Work and fun.
  • Believe/Trust. Believe/Trust completely.
  • Go crazy.
  • Learn to swim.
  • Atleast one adventure sport.
  • Spend wisely and choose carefully.
  • Face life’s challenges without losing courage and faith.
  • Meaningful conversations and worthy bonds.
  • Question without fear.
  • Time with those who care, flush out trial for those who don’t.
  • Kindness, spontanity and love.
  • Mumbai, Bangalore and New York.
  • Academics and co-curriculars.
  • Family and support.
  • New experiences and friends.
  • Understand and not judge.
  • Listen to a bit of mockery/criticism but walk off if it even hurts a bit. Give it back with interest.

I am just about to finish and I just received a surprise new year present from my neighbour.

My first day of new year was brilliant 🙂  How was yours?

❤ :*

 

 

Breaks that bring life with it.

I am in a very happy phase of my life right now. My life  presently is almost perfect though there are a few thorns on the way, they don’t seem like a huge mountain from my present view.

I am on my semester vacation for two weeks, which was a break that I was waiting for from a very long time. I wished to revive my summer vacation memories from my childhood by visiting our ancestral home where my grandparents had lived. I remember the days we went around and played hide and seek and the whole gang of cousins who rushed down there for vacations sat by the pond munching mangoes.Granddad used to tell us interesting stories and tales from the famous epics, from Mahabharata, Ramayana and stories of little Jesus and stories of Krishna’s. We would fight to get a spot next to Granpa just to hear his stories more clearly. Granpa and Granma would make us homemade chips and out of which Granpa was the head cook for all the delicacies that were cooked for us and were our favourites. The way he treated us, the way he treated my mom and the way he behaved at home would be the standard that every man entering our lives  and wishes to stay would have to match.

But this was the story from my childhood days but the situation now is very different. The house now lies uninhabited along with the neighbouring houses that were rustling with happy noises in the past are now replaced with a silence that echoes of memories from the past. Every door, every corner that I revisited talk about the people that once lived there, of the family that grew up there, of the children who were married off from the same house, of the little kids who were cheerfully welcomed by the grandparents, of stories how they grew older together and so did their grandparents. The households in its heart stories of a young man who was essentially  self-made, honest and loving. The man whom the entire village respected and came looking for advice.The house had seen a man who was an adored teacher and headmaster to every child who grew up in the locality, he was also a man who loved his land a farmer. The house was also home to a woman who was again above most common women of her times, a woman who was a teacher that too of a language that is not native to the land she stayed in, she was the one who supported the man of the house who looked after his mother who lost her memories like her own along with being a working woman, a mother and a farmer herself.

But comparing the present situation with past will mostly lead us to disappointments.My cousins and I have now grown up.Our timetables don’t match each other’s anymore. We no longer get  summer vacations. Everyone is getting a hang of responsibilities and each one of us trying our hardest to get used to being ‘an adult’. It is painful to see closed doors. But life has to go on and it is imperative that we change. It is important to grow up.

With time changing I have realized that I am no longer a child whose opinion is gullible. I have developed strong opinions on different subjects. Though I feel I should know my roots but I no longer am able to love people I once loved so dearly. I find them to be so disgusting at times that there is no point trying to convince them to open their closed brains to the bigger better world,  to get to know people from all walks of lives without prejudices and lame biases.

I used to see people previously either in white or black light, but I have over the years learnt no one is completely black or white, everyone is grey sometimes maybe with either of the two colours taking prominence over the other.  I now see People in different shades of grey.

There is also another thing I’ve come to realise some relationships in life are much more than blood relations. I have come to realise that after my family, it is not any relative that I would be willing to do anything for, it would be my neighbours and my friends.

I always wondered if it was possible to stop loving someone, I now know it is possible.  This break so far has taught me a lot of things that no textbook would ever. The life experiences I saw, people I met and the situations that changed the whole meaning of living for me was my biggest takeaway from my semester break.

Breaks and holidays help us grow into better human beings because it often takes us far from our mundane selves who are self-obsessed and selfish, Breaks help us reconnect with ourselves and others and makes us rethink our priorities.