Month: July 2015

Library Scenes/Bucket List Part 3

At Kitaabkhana, Mumbai.

At Kitaabkhana, Mumbai.

So today I went to the library to return my books. It was ‘Ignorance’ by Milan Kundera, in case you were wondering. In my last college the librarians were really rude and were always irritated at something or the other. When you asked them to find a book for you, they just sent you to some other person and so on. In this college, it’s sooo much different. Generally, there is a man sitting at the counter who is very pleasant and also talkative. He is the one I usually go to. Today, he wasn’t there. There was a woman instead. I told her I wanted to return the book, she asked me what the genre was and what the title meant. I was taken aback for a moment. I thought for a minute and then told her that how it meant ‘deliberately not knowing something’. She was intrigued. She then asked me to tell the story. I was never any good at verbal communication. I told her what I could. Storytelling is definitely not one of my strong points. Finally, after a conversation of five minutes she let me go.Β It was a good one too. I began contemplating her life, being a librarian, how amazing it must be. I was reminded of the time when there was a library behind my house when I lived in Bangalore. I could look at the numerous shelves of books through the window at the back of my house. I used to go there and issue books everyday, sometimes three times in a day! The librarian just let me sit there for hours and go through the shelves. It was one of the best times of my life. And then, we shifted to another place. All good things come to an end!

What I was getting at was that I have always wanted to be a librarian, or own a book shop. It would be heavenly, spending your whole day in a library. But I understand that you begin to hate whatever you invest too much time doing. So maybe a part-time job would suffice. And maybe I would sell the book-shop after a while. To quote Jorge Luis Borges: “I have always dreamt that Paradise will be a kind of Library”.



This is just a follow-up to my last post. Found this by coincidence. It just goes so well with what I wrote. ❀



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Bucket List Part 2

Living in the Mountains.

My love for mountains is just never ending. There is nothing in the world I would love more than living my life there. This is perhaps on the topmost preferences on my bucket list.

I wish I could just leave behind this crazy world and live there amidst nature at its best. I wonder how, just how did all these places came into existence? Why do they inspire us? Why are all of them so different? Beaches and mountains and plains. (P.S. my instagram bio reads “Mountains Beaches and Everything in between) I think why a particular person likes a particular kind of place depends a lot on their personality. For instance, I think I am more intrigued by places which are silent, calm and slow. The weather also makes a lot of difference to me. I’d rather have an everlasting winter than an everlasting summer. The mountains are thus perfect for me.

Clicked at Triund Trek, McLeodganj/Dharamshala.

Clicked at Triund Trek, McLeodganj/Dharamshala.

Thoughts on Kahlil Gibran

Let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.

Such profound lines. Kahlil Gibran is one of those writers who leaves you dumbfounded for words. I have read a few of his works – ‘The Prophet’ and ‘The Secrets of the Heart’. Needless to say, he expresses the beauty of the world in just a few words.

Here are some more of his lines that will make you fall in love with his writing:

  • A true hermit goes to the wilderness to find -not to lose himself.
  • I often picture myself living on a mountain top, in the most stormy country in the world. Is there such a place? If there is I shall go to it someday and turn my heart into pictures and poems.
  • What is poetry? An extension of vision – and music is an extension of hearing.
  • Knowledge is life with wings.
  • You listen so much more than I can say. You hear consciousness. You go with me where the words I say can’t carry you.

It is amazing how much I can relate to him even now in this age even when he wrote all this long ago. My love for travelling and trekking comes out through the first line. It was then when I found myself, found love and so many other things.

It has always been a dream to settle down in the mountains, sometime in my life, disconnected from the rest of the world. Just me, my books and my writing. The second line says all that for me.

The next line brings out my love for poetry and music. Even though I am not a poet in the true sense of the word, I like to express myself through as little as can be said, and that is what poetry is for me, who decides the exact definition of it anyway. Music takes me to another world all together. Our five sense are forever in action, only at rest when we sleep. But still there are moments of high when a particular kind of sound, sight, smell, touch and taste transport you to another world altogether.

The fourth line is extremely inspiring, owing to my never ending curiosity for knowledge, to know more and to learn more. Everything I am today, I owe to my education. The simple fact that I am writing this blog right now is also because of knowledge. Knowledge of a writer who I came across and learnt to love.

The last line is perhaps my favourite. Its about how that one person knows your being and soul and mind so well that they are always aware of what your consciousness is thinking or saying. A relation like that is difficult to achieve and lucky are those who reach that level. The last line leaves me confused. It has several meanings I could think of. I will leave it to you to decipher it your own way. πŸ™‚


10 things that happen to me while reading a book

  1. Where the hell is my bookmark, again.
  2. Must highlight this, so beautiful.
  3. Oh my god, this book is the best book I have ever read.
  4. Why God why? Why does this always happen to people I love.
  5. I can’t believe I loved them. This other character is so much better.
  6. I wondered what they were thinking when they designed this cover.
  7. I wish someone would dedicate a book to me someday,
  8. Writing must be a tough job. I make 15 errors in a single page!
  9. Done with another book, what a crazy ride.
  10. Time to rate and review on Goodreads. πŸ˜€

    Book Shopping Sprees. Such a stress buster. Favourite-est thing ever. <3

    Book Shopping Sprees. Such a stress buster. Favourite-est thing ever. ❀

Origami and Me

Roommate was patient enough to come up with these.

Roommate was patient enough to come up with these.

Today me and my roommate decided to decorate our room with origami. We looked at YouTube tutorials, all set with brightly coloured origami sheets but all in vain. The end results weren’t that fascinating as compared to those on the screen. We tried making swans and cranes and bunnies and we even looked at 3-D origami swans. Apparently it needs 1024 tiles to be completed. And the time we take to make 32 tiles from an A4 sheet of paper is approximately 15 minutes. So yeah, a very tough task lies ahead of us.

Even while we were watching these videos, they were so tough to follow. I was like “What kind of sorcery is this?”, “Fucking hell this is impossible!”, “I give up!”, etc. In the end I realised that it’s quite an exercise in patience, focus and hardwork. I was reminded of all the popular culture references, Claire making origami cranes in House of Cards and Michael Scofield in Prison Break. We were actually following a tutorial which supposedly would teach us how to make “The Prison Break Crane”. It was a fun exercise nevertheless, and we have decided to work on 2 pieces every week. Do tell me about good tutorials if you know any and post a link in the comments section. Thank you very much. πŸ™‚

Will be adding the pictures of the failed attempts soon. Facing Camera problems at the moment.

Children and Art

I will tell you frankly, I don’t like children. I was an ‘angelic child’, if I may say so, and that is why when I see naughty children, I lose my temper. So today was a funny day, we are working on an article for a web magazine that revolves around children who live on the street and their dreams of a home. So we went out to record a video as a part of which we gave children blank sheets on which they could draw their “dream-homes”.

Some really interesting things that I noticed wasΒ that each one of them was using a scale and a pencil. I on the other hand would have gone straight into drawing the thing. It all depends on how you were taught to do a particular thing. In school you were always taught to colour in between the lines, but sometimes I think it is okay if you go beyond the lines. Anyway, so they began drawing and there were some beautiful drawings that they came up with (which I will be uploading later). One of them drew a haunted house. Well, there is always that one person who wants to go on a path far removed from the normal. Then there was just one who drew his house in the mountains in the midst of nature. It was disheartening to see that. But I guess there is no one to blame, in a concrete jungle like Mumbai it is hardly possible for children like them to imagine themselves surrounded by nature. There was a girl who drew a castle for herself. Her grandmother couldn’t stop gushing over her artistic capabilities and forced her granddaughters to draw something and to show it to the camera even when they were reluctant.

Then there were the children who were very young and couldn’t draw and just could not stay away from the camera and the tripod no matter how much you tried. It was so hard to shoot the children who were drawing because the ten other around them created such a ruckus. We somehow got done with it. When the rain started and we had to run away to save the camera, it was then that the parents stopped bringing their children to us. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant experience and I even made a friend by putting in almost all the rings in one of those handheld water-ring-toss games. πŸ˜›

High Notes

And the river said stop but the mountains said no. Or was it the other way round. Whatever it was, a valley was born. The clouds sinked in and formed a crown. The snow fell down to be their blanket. The fishes dived in to make their homes. The trees grew longer and greener and left a path. The human could follow and reach the place, the mortals call heaven.

Leave yourself behind. . .


Credits: The Internet

There are so many connotations attached to the picture and it’s beautiful in ways that words can’t express. The colors could be the thoughts of the girl, or even the feelings and emotions. She lets it flow out into the world, in this case, onto paper, in order to leave her mark on the world.

Is it not what all of us are trying to do. The bane or boon of existentialism, whatever you want to consider it, is so strong upon us that all we try during our lifetime is a method to leave our remnants behind in some form. Well, here is my own version of trying to do so.

In an exercise in class we were talking about how famous artists like Van Gogh, Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso etc left their remnants in the form of artwork. What we leave behind will all be digital and nothing tangible. So maybe here is a reminder to all of you out there that even if you pour your being out on these blogs, save something tangible and more personal for your journals. πŸ™‚


Things I love

Inspired by Marianna Paige

I love the sound of rain in the morning
I love reading someone else’s notes in a book
I love the smell of fresh coffee brewing
I love how some songs remind you of places far away
I love seeing a familiar place in a movie
I love going through the pages of my journal and laughing at my stupidity
I love how some people’s stories make you want to re-live it
I love bursting bubble-wrap, who doesn’t?
I love gazing out the window of a moving bus
I love the view from the mountains, it makes you feel so big and the world so small
I love reading stories that are accompanied by artwork
I love writing lines in my journal that I can relate to
I love reading lines that remind me of my own life
And as you can see, I love making lists πŸ˜›