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âItâs dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though youâre feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.â
â Aldous Huxley, Island
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prayer for the romantic
prayer for the romantic
There are many romantics out here, some write poetry, some daydream, some wait for the internet to find them their true love.
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Some leave poetry on strangersâ tables and disappear. Some light candles. While a few even get dates. Those with charming manners Or unearthly beauty find love or at least a first-imitation Of it because appearance Is the folly of human perception.
/ And then there areâŠ
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shiuli
itâs falling for you. but it stays where it is, until you follow itâs fragrance and find it, lying in wait.
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itâs white petals, the orange sindoori, silent and motionless, calmly waiting for your eyes.
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waiting for the moment when you pick it up, taking its form in, sitting on the soft of your palm.
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its like it grew for your eyes and your gaze, only. and now itâs ready to be the muse of allâŠ
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stay. longer. I was lost, when I found you. my searching eyes met your silent form when you appearedâŠ
Sanepa Saturdays
I smell pickles. I smell tadka. Itâs 8am. I hear the water gush down pipelines Itâs just stopped raining. The incredible â for a loss of words- View outside my window Is a lush green garden bursting with flowers I canât name. I hear kids quarreling at the top Of their voices. I can already imagine what the parents will Do next.
Saturdays are Sundays here So everyone is at home. Either planning aâŠ
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will you? will i feel better if this room could turn into an aquarium with corals? / would it be better if theâŠ
what it's not
what itâs not
It either is, or its not, there is no letting it grow on you while you sit and mull over the possibilities. Yes it gets better with age but everything needs a real beginning or it remains entangled in the ifâs and maybeâs. Its either crystal or smoked glass Its either waiting for your hands to brush against each other while you walk together. Or its nothing. Its not waiting for weeks inâŠ
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Whisperers.
Tread carefully, as you listen,
to words spoken in hushed voices
in places you didnât know existed
in your heart.
These silhouettes, these whisperers
they belong to your soul.
They hide because our mindâs clutter
made them agoraphobic.
We keep expanding our horizon,
accepting so much emotion
that theyâre just roaming the streets
of our thoughts, aimlessly.
And our soul just sends itâs messengersâŠ
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Untitled poem by an Anonymous Poet âAnd kid, youâve got to love yourself. Youâve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn.
Thinking Indian
Context is a word that I hold dearly to me. Its been  a guideline for me for as long as I can remember. Whether Iâm writing, trying to understand a situation, enjoy an experience or design something â its always acted like a spine to my process. Thatâs what Iâve been taught as a designer. But when I sat and thought about it : its been an instinctive approach for humans since time immemorial.âŠ
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Pyasa Pyala
 I hope I cleared any doubts about this being a post about Valentineâs Day. See, Iâm trying really hard not to be look down upon the celebrations as best as I can. Iâve not sent cheeky messages to friends whoâve changed their display pictured into lovesick selfies; Iâve not bitten off the heads of the few who came to talk to meâŠ
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Getting Lost
Itâs 10 P.M and pretty much everyone (but me) have hit the bed in my house. I just watched Eat. Pray . Love and Waiting (2016, Bollywood) today besides reading up a storm (if thatâs even a way of speech). Starboy by The Weeknd ft. Kygo and Daft Punk is playing on a loop in my iPod since a while. To be honest, I donât understand 95 per cent of the song. I actually tried looking up the meaning ofâŠ
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Between Pages and Places
Between Pages and Places
Since November â timeâs just swished passed by me. One day I was excited about moving to Pune and the next day â I was to continue here in Chennai. You dream things, sew them in a fabric with minute details leaving space for the things to come. And sometimes you donât get to complete it, just yet. So you fold it and keep in a trunk for another time, perhaps and pick up a new cloth. Its been someâŠ
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Warning : Reading this may upset people I know personally and who may have said things that I quote so please be kind and use discretion. I love you all, anyway.
I know people, like my best-friend from school, P who did his engineering while I did Architecture â he got a job like everyone else while I still did Architecture because its a longer course (and is still not over â for those who think Iâm chilling in Chennai). He just knows he wants to work for the forces. He left his corporate job and is preparing for SSB. I recently (read, July) had the opportunity to act in a Short Play (Short + Sweet, Chennai, 2016 ) and this was, by chance â because I went against my usual habit of ignoring messages and actually replied to a friend who was the director of the play.  Okay, coming to the point, I got a chance to meet other actors, writers and directors. To us, the lay-folk who only enjoy cinema and read gossip blurbs or the Times of India â actors just happen to be and earn big bucks and splurge it on controversies that we can use as ice-breakers at work. But the truth is, getting a job as an actor for a somebody is really tough in a country where every third person wants to be one (Okay, you knew this). I think you can become a politician, more easily, if youâre erudite and tactical enough. SO â I met all these people who just KNOW that they want to be an actor â regardless of where they are right now â theyâve left jobs, homes and families for this. Every text, every expression, every meeting â they only talk about their passion and Iâm left aghast. Like, âsapne mein aaya kya tere?â (did it occur to you in a dream?). It probably did.
Such crystal dreams donât occur to me. Iâm usually in morbid situations in dreams- running around with people I may/may not know in strange set-ups that may/may not exist.
Every month â I have a new ambition. I get influenced by movies, books, people, magazine articles and of course, social media. Its not easy. They say â trust in the magic of beginnings. I do â but then it fizzles out. And something new takes it place. Its not easy â when youâre pursuing a degree; want independence; super-fast WiFi; good food; social life; a job which feels like a holiday; security â it just doesnât all materialize in one night on a platter â much like how weâd like it to. Some people just get stuck in the grind of everyday mundane jobs to support themselves and a family. Or run behind their passion â a train they may/may not catch. Or live in the delusion: âAayega â Don aayegaâ.
Don gaya tel lene.
No parent/well-wisher/aunty/uncle-ji who owns a shop/dhobi-wallah/already-established-friend/Data-scientist-cousin-in-the-USÂ likes it when you tell them you want to become a Screen-writer or Casting Director â Art Manager â Art Director â Critic â Media Producer â Shift to another city â Get a flat- Buy a dog- etc:-
âDoes it even pay well? What â Iâve never heard of it. Its just tricks â to scam your generation into doing odd-jobs no one else wants to do. Are you crazy? Interns are unpaid labor â even the dhobiwallah knows that. Pune? Tomorrow youâll go to New York also. Pehle na you lose weight and leave that Facebook wagera. Some Hunky Dory became a screenwriter â doesnât mean ki youâll become one, too. Please keep your room clean, first. And what about the five years you spent cutting cardboard to become an Architect (or whatever you studied)? Whoâll pay for rent? Accha, leave all this blogging about movies which some other person made and share serious views on your blog. Get married before 25 â movie mein dekha na â that actor also said that only. Kya? How many degrees do you want? PINK dekha PINK? Yahi hota hai  outside world mein â go, go get your flat ab. Accha jao â sab karlo â Director bhi ban jao. Artist bhi ban jao. Go ask your Michel Gondryâs mother if he spoke to her in this tone, ever. Remember Ankita? Sheâs working in that advertising company â sheâs getting married in November. Youâre still sending in CVâs to these funny companies. What do you want to do with the rest of your existence? Ja, main nai poochti.â
You got my point. And its all in our best interest. No parent wants their kid lying broke in some dingy corner smoking cheap cigarettes regretting why they didnât take up that Accenture wala job. Neither do they want you as an added attachment to the house (unless of course youâre a boy, in our patriarchal country). And I agree with them. This is not a rant as much as it looks like one.
Its a dilemma that I realized, more recently, a lot of us are facing but because we want to maintain the status-quo of being happy â we donât share it. We just write poetry because its a hobby. We donât tell people that it gives us more pleasure doing than data-entry because poetry doesnât pay â unless of course you write something that goes viral on scoopwhoop. No one writes Facebook statuses about how they fought with someone who thinks their dreams are worth nothing. No one tells you how much it hurts to lose a job because you couldât focus on your work. No one tells you how bloody scared they are about life, itself. We blame our social status, lack of money, parental pressure, etc â and continue doing what we do best â nothing.
But all that is when you have some tinkering clue about what you really want to be. Thomas Zacharias (okay, I not-secretly have a crush on him and he Instagrams as @cheftzac) knew he wanted to be a Chef. Though it looks like heâs always smiling as he grills salmons and posts pictures about inspiring local cuisine â it took him a hell load of effort to become the Executive Chef of the Bombay Canteen (believe it or not, one of the many reasons for me to want to work in Pune is so that I can go to Mumbai to see this place designed by a firm called the Busride â where I will work, one day.). A snippet of that effort (posted with permission aka DM that he may/may not read, on Instagram) :
On the contrary, another person I got introduced to, thanks to all the weird research I do â is Shanoo Sharma (@shanoozeing on twitter) who is the Casting Head at YRF Films. And she didnât just land up this job in one year or even two. She has the experience of working as a hair-stylist, bartender, waitress, singer â and pretty much everything she wanted to try. She has no degree to her name and at one (or many) point was tagged by well-wishers as someone who could not stay in one job for more than a year. And look where all that has lead her to. She now gives actors their breaks. She calls her job a holiday and has the authority to work from where she wants, when she wants. She does a job sheâs obsessed with and this didnât occur to her in a dream. She is Indiaâs top Casting Director. Ranveer Singh, Parneeti Chopra, Arjun Kapoor, Alia Bhatt â and many more happened because she thought they could happen. And her story which I read is here .
And these are just some examples that Iâve stumbled upon. Okay, letâs take Sushant Singh Rajput â for those who are living under a rock / From another country  â heâs a Bollywood actor who recently acted as M.S Dhoni in his biopic. Besides that, he has starred as Byomkesh Bakshi and as a lead character in Kai Po Che, the movie based on Chetan Bhagatâs Three Mistakes of My Life. He didnât become an actor bas aise hi kyunki sapna aaya. He was first an AIEEE Topper with AIR 7 â then a student in DTU â a dancer in Shiamak Davarâs Dance troupe â a theatre artist with Ekjute â an actor in Hindi Serials â and finally, an actor. This journey was a long and strenuous one. I havenât interviewed him but I sure as hell know that he didnât know heâll be acting as M.S Dhoni in the year 2016 â when he was giving his AIEEE. Not everyone knows for sure. And you know what, its okay.
You can thank me later.
I say this to myself whenever I get a new idea â thatâs daunting â that makes me look jittery and unsure â which I agree I am. But whatâs wrong in that? Iâm afraid that I donât know. But at least, I accept that I donât know and Iâm trying to know. Iâm giving my everything â Iâm working hard and looking at prospects- Iâm applying to places which resonate my beliefs, somewhat. Iâm looking at originality in a field dominated by trends and popularity.
But that doesnât stop me at marveling what Michel Gondry does with a few colours, a paper and a video camera. It doesnât stop me from reading scripts written by Woody Allen and Rebecca Miller. It doesnât stop me from thinking what Greta Gerwig thought before signing up for Frances Ha. It doesnât stop me from watching Wes Anderson movies back-to-back noting down things I like â joining FTII forums and discussing Bollywood â watching Anurag Kashyapâs speeches on Film-making â noting down email addresses of Production houses I would like to intern with â sending my CV to Art Management firms just to see if I fit the bill. Iâm trying. I donât know if its right â I donât know if job security is the secret to success. I donât know if Iâll ever end up in Mumbai writing films like Juhi Chaturvedi and Gauri Shinde. I also remember promising my best friend, Sarkar, that weâd write scripts for Korean Drama together, when we were in college. Maybe we should have done that.
Its all a bit unsettling when you see your friends going to pursue their Masters in the US, UK and Singapore â or when they post âFMS / IIM â Life be likeâ pictures on instagram â and youâre still here sitting before a screen.
Being afraid is normal and so is stalking celebrities on Instagram. Reading Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me instead of Lean-In or Seven Habits of Highly Effective People (or whatever its called) â is absolutely OKAY. Crushing on celebrity chefs who donât even know you exist is OKAY. Reading never-ending tumblr posts on inspiration is OKAY â as long as you donât lose yourself in another personâs world and come back to your own to build yourself up. Youâre not alone. You never will be. Talk to people and get to know things instead of being shy and apprehensive. Throw yourself at opportunities and learn things that canât be learnt on lifehack or buzzfeed. Get out of your shell and give yourself a chance to feel vulnerable.
It doesnât matter where we are as long as we know we want to try harder and make something out of this opportunity we call life.
This will take time but it will be worth a read. Warning : Reading this may upset people I know personally and who may have said things that I quote so please be kind and use discretion.
Ok Kanmani again.
This is when you know you need a new bookshelf -,-
†#proud