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Posted by on August 1, 2015 in Life


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Summer Creations

I’ve always been a big fan of design, innovation and creation. Amidst the various forms of media, it is very hard for many of us to detach ourselves from our “multiple lives” and try something new. Spare moments are stolen by TV and Netflix. Whatsapp and twitter keep our fingers and minds entertained, sometimes for hours at a time. And being very much the ‘little black dress and cocktails’ girl, I hardly ever take the time to sit down and read or create. Most of the time, I would just rather watch a few episodes of house than exercise my brain.

This, off course, is very unhealthy. Creativity fires a whole range of neurons. Inspiration can take us to lots of places. However, exhaustion from education ensured that I spent all my life studying than enjoying my life. This summer, I decided to change that. I made sure that I started finding my passion again because it was important for me to have a sense of purpose other than the university lab rat. As well as that, I wanted to re-invest time into a hobby I had left many years ago.

From the age of three I have had arts and crafts lessons. I loved drawing, painting and craft work until the age of about 8. At that age, hide-and-seek was 10 times better. By the age of 11 I was into boys… Yes, I know… teenage dreams. After that, I kept thinking that I wasn’t “good enough” because I was struggling with a lot of school work as well. Especially when, even after all the tuition, I still couldn’t read Hindi or do maths.

However, lack of talent shouldn’t be a reason to stop. So what if I can’t really draw as well as I’d like to? And so what if I can’t paint either? At least I like doing it! This summer, I decided to recycle last years notes by making paper at home. It was a days worth of shredding, grinding and pulping but eventually the finished product could be used artistically for scrap books and projects. It wasn’t really paper, it turned out to be a little more like cardboard. (Probably need to work on this) but anyway. DIY is a lot of fun – and it’s totally worth it.


handmade paper

drawing on handmade paper

Oil pastels and Picasso


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Posted by on July 30, 2015 in Life


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Metaphoric Demon-Hunting

Like little children in a haunted house, we tip-toe into each path unaware of the frightening exhibits before us. Our hearts racing as we excitedly giggle at each victory. The bravest among us take each step rather confidently, whereas those, like me, who scare far too easily, cautiously calculate our every move. Whilst both, the brave and the fearful, arrive at the same exit, I would argue that the journey was handled better by the former of the two.

I have to express my admiration for the ‘brave’ but I, myself, have consistently been the more cautious, fearful child. I would spend much of my time and energy worrying about the next frightening experience that I forgot to embrace the challenge. I forgot to believe in myself. I forgot to enjoy the moment. The thrilling passion with which adrenaline had once filled my bones left me with nothing but skin and bones. The mesmerizing look that had once marked my face left a grey empty shell. Each day, for the haunted house was rather long and difficult to get out of, was soulless and unhappiness was a perpetual state of existence.

We all entered the same haunted house, sure, some of us took different turns, but we all will have the same future ahead. Our experiences were largely similar. Now that we are all stuck here, the only thing that any of us have any control over is our attitude. And I am determined to change mine. Despite each haunted journey being harder and exceedingly more difficult than the one before it, I can’t imagine being the fearful one any more. If this developed attitude is permanent, my future is about to take a very different turn. Unlike the views of many, I do not think that there is a predetermined path for us at all. In fact, the path is rather fluid, changing with every mood, decision or opinion. Our destiny is entirely dependent on our choices. Even more important is how we react to the inevitability of the situation.

Things are different now. Each day feels fuller and I feel impenetrable. That translates to ‘up yours’ for the ghosts that insist on dragging me down and a ‘try me’ to the demon round the corner. I am not scared. I am ready.


P.S. Apologies for the extremely cheesy extended metaphor. I blame Saturday’s LOTR marathon for the dramatic blog post you just read.

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Posted by on July 21, 2015 in Life


pride representing the changing world <3

Gay pride – possibly one of my favourite events of the year. Although it is predominantly about acceptance of peoples sexual orientation, there are a lot of messages about equality in general and the importance of acceptance. In this transition period, a time which is revolutionising the modern world, we need to keep updating each other about acceptance just so that in the future, a person’s “difference” will not be a big deal and won’t even need to be talked about.

I hope that in the future we can refer to a person’s skin colour and their sexual orientation or their life choices without negative connotation. A world where simply describing someone isn’t taken as politically incorrect or racist or homophobic. A time where we aren’t offended by our description either… So go ahead, call me brown because I’m very aware that’s the colour of my skin and I know that’s what you meant anyway. And sure, I’m studying engineering and that’s surprising because it is hard and not because I’m a girl. And you may equally well say you are bisexual and I may say, cool beans, not because I think that’s wrong but because your sexual orientation isn’t really that big a deal.

So anyway, here’s some beautiful messages from the pride! Hope to see you all there next year ^^



(I love this picture because it is nice to see a positive image of Muslims and not just the stereotyping people talk about)


(Like the picture above, if you look very closely, this is representative of India and Pakistan coming together marching for gay rights! Right now, there is so much political conflict in this matter…and yet… Here we are…marching together. It’s amazing!)



(And finally, just thought I’d show you guys all my stickers…)

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Posted by on June 28, 2015 in Life


Museums… And why I love them

The ‘night at the museum series is a family favourite and, I must admit, has a special place in my heart. There are many films produced over these years that are entertaining and funny, but only a few which bring with them heart warming adventures. I like to think that there is a little explorer in all of us, but that might also be because I recently saw UP. (Full fledged tears…not even kidding.)


I feel museums are one of the ways in which my little fairy tale dream goes 3D. I’ve always been fascinated by the way they tell a story. When you enter a museum, your heart jumps a beat. I saw this for myself yesterday. My boyfriend and I visited the science museum yesterday, a place I’m far too familiar with and one which he had never stepped foot in until now. (How can you not?! Its the science museum!) The minute he saw the engines of the world war, the stacks of old cars and models of first trains, his eyes lit up and the child within him awoke. He started naming out all the engines on show (which I admit, I had no clue about…it’s OK, #stillgonnabeanengineer ).


For me, it isn’t so much the artifacts on show but what they tell me about the life that was lived in the days. How did people survive? What was the technology like? What clothes did they wear? Sometimes, I would find myself imagining their lives on a daily basis…

I was gripped yesterday by the V&A, Victoria and Albert Museum, because the interior design is terrific. Every corner takes you somewhere different. Old scriptures on torn parchment, carved antique ornaments, structures dated hundreds of years old. The work presented had such detail, and the creativity in the air brought with it whispers of inspiration. Artists perched observantly on the floor to recreate sculptures in their own interpretation. That’s the great thing about cultural heritage sites and museums, you could experience something completely different at a fraction of the cost.


Faith as ancient as the sculptures it appeared on oozed into the atmosphere as many sculptures represented religious ideas in some way or another. It was interesting to see how different religions had influenced culture and art in different, unique ways… Geometrical patterns of Islam, Christian symbolism as the cross, colourful depictions of Indian deities… It was different and yet the devotion with which each was drawn was the same. It is so strange to think that despite this, religion began the cruelest of wars. I don’t think that God expects us to kill in his name, in fact I think that conflict starts because we don’t like people questioning what we have believed our whole life

Modern life, as is experienced by us, is soon going to end, demolished, till only artifacts of us remain in museums. The present, a time so seemingly consistent yet never truly existing, is such a liquid concept. It’s strange to think how years from now, we will all just be ancient history, forgotten until interpreted by little children in their own way.

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Posted by on June 25, 2015 in A place to go, Philosophy


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Character profile: forever running late

I suffer from perpetual disorganization and lateness, a self-diagnosed medical condition that eventually results in a huge pile of “sorry, I’m late… ” excuses. I don’t do easy, straightforward or convenient. If its comfortable to give yourself an hour to get ready in the morning, I will aim for two, and still leave the house late. I dream of the days I had a control on my life. Somehow, they never arrive. Either I wake up too late, or I shower for too long, or I can’t decide what to wear in the morning. Despite waking up on time, something or the other leads to me rushing out of the house with a toothbrush. Like yesterday morning, I dismissed 4 alarms and had to run to college.

Perhaps, I like the thrill (I don’t) but my lateness sure as hell means that nothing in my house is ever tidy. The heavily packed cupboard strains to keep closed as the “not in the mood for” pile stacks. The desk has anything but books, and the bed is always not done. I’ve accepted myself. This is who I am and its not going to change. I guess that’s going to be a sincere requirement for my future partner. Do you, Mr X, promise to accept me despite my extreme lateness and pitiful homely condition?

Imagine what I must go through living with my roommate, an epitome of perfection. She’s organised, stable and consistent. She’s out of bed by 6 and studying by 6.30… She’s brilliant. Often times, I am still in my pjs regretting the morning chill when I find her return after a run. And her side of the room? Tidy, neat, organised – and the bed is always done! How the hell do people get the time? I don’t understand. Somehow she manages to be social, productive and healthy. This year I’ve barely had time to make sandwiches for lunch, but not my roommate, oh god no, she cooks, she bakes and she’s on route to get a first! As you can see, I am jealous of these talents. I can barely make it out of the house on time.

Being the disorganized mess I am…existing is a challenge. I don’t know how people do it sometimes. When asked about future careers, I’m less worried about getting a job and more about managing to keep it! Do people really have to get to work at 8. I had a part-time job at a supermarket 5 mins from my house last January and I’m not even kidding, I still couldn’t make it there on time. The thought of a “real career” terrifies me. Calendars are just as useless as Neville’s remembral – how the hell is anyone supposed to remember something they forgot to remind themselves about? This is a serious problem.


But I guess, like all things, I’ll work a way out. Even if it means that the only consistency in my life is my lateness.

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Posted by on June 23, 2015 in About me, Expressions, Life, Thoughts


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Coming Alive

Coming Alive


Lovely article with some great insight here… I think I agree with ‘The Satori Times’… I agree that life is now just a mindless race with rules set out by our societal laws. Every single person is trying to survive, only this time, survival is dependent on money rather than our primary needs for survival. Humans have changed the path of their own existence and allowed each other to live a life more complex than any other living organism, and this off course, needs control. And whilst on the one hand we are advancing towards a future where our needs are inevitably and selfishly met, we still haven’t completely mastered it because people live unjustly around the world. But the thing is, humans are the douche-bags of the planet, our thirst for survival, our advanced brains and our selfish motives are going to eventually lead to mass-destruction. Go us! So to be a little more positive, it’s important to encourage creativity in our children – so they design a sustainable habitable conditions…

Originally posted on The Satori Times:

It’s quite a strange thing how the entire work culture of our society has been set up. I find it extraordinarily baffling to see how people consider waking up at morning, gulping a few cups of coffee, having some toast for breakfast and racing away mindlessly to a job, an entirely normal habit to foster.

I’m a hypocrite, I’ve been doing the same thing for almost a year now.

Our society is attuned to the concept of productivity, too much in tune with it. There are thousands of books out there that talk about this thing called ‘productivity.’ There are folks who believe things like time management, balanced recreation, and a sharp mind are important to develop and maintain. A load of bull cock.

I’ve never believed that men were born for a reason. I’ve never believed that there is a higher purpose to our existence and the rest of…

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Posted by on June 19, 2015 in Life


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