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Damien Rice

If I had to describe Damien Rice in just a few words I would say he is the one who can make you cry, make you fall in love, make you fall out of love and then teach you a thing or two about it. I cannot even recount the number of times I have just sat on my terrace listening to his songs, staring into nothingness. It is surreal. It really is. But of course that could just be my opinion, you will have to listen to him to believe me. 🙂

Here are some of his beauties which really stayed with me, the name of the song in bold followed by some of the lyrics:

I still haven’t found what I am looking for

I have kissed honey lips,
Felt the healing in her fingertips.
It burned like fire,
This burning desire.

Delicate

So why do you fill my sorrows,
With the words you’ve borrowed?
From the only place you’ve known.
And why do you sing Hallelujah?
If it means nothing to you,
Why do you sing with me at all?

I don’t want to change you

Wherever you are
Well, know that I adore you.
No matter how far
Well, I can go before you.
And if ever you need someone
Well, not that you need helping
But if ever you want someone
I know that I am willing.

Wherever you go
Well, I can always follow.
I can feed this real slow
If it’s a lot to swallow.
And if you just want to be alone
Well, I can wait without waiting
If you want me to let this go
Well, I am more than willing.

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Wishing upon a Star

I found a picture,
Between the tattered pages,
Of an old notebook.
It was a picture of you,
With your teeth shining,
Like the pearls sewn in your dress.
The colour of the sky,
And freshly plucked flowers,
Adorned the laces on your sleeve.
A prettier picture I had not seen.
I look back at those days,
When I asked mother;
“Why did you have to have
another daughter?”
How could I have been so ignorant,
I had always wished for someone magical,
To come into my life,
To fill in the vacant afternoons,
To be a partner-in-crime,
To be all mine.
What would have I ever done without you?
You are the greatest gift ever.
I never wished for anything again.

Sober Notes 5: Dreams

I dreamt of five moons in the sky
As if one wasn’t enough
A streak of stars joined them
Like a figure in a puzzle
Where you join the dots
Like diagrams on a sky-map
Where you join the stars
The longer I looked
The brighter they glimmered
The smoke from my cigarette
Mixed with the mist in the air
It rose to the heavens
It brushed past the stars
But before it could kiss the moon
Dawn broke and the mist disappeared
And the dream ended a little too soon

-S.

Movie Review: Broken

For starters, it beats Boyhood! It is a lesser known but beautiful movie about the story of a 12-year-old girl who tries to figure out things about life, love and everything else. The story is actually not just about her, but life in general. She witnesses the unravelling of various adult relationships and the dilemmas that a child in the world today faces about what to accept and what to let go, how to behave and how not to. The portrayal of instinctiveness and innocence of the protagonist Skunk (Emily) is just adorable.

The movie is shot very well, it begins with the interrelated stories of 3 neighbours and the motifs in the story are sewn in so well, you won’t even see the stitches. Skunk goes on to be the connecting thread in all these stories and her story is an absolutely intriguing one. There is tension and drama throughout the movie but also points where she will make you fall in love with her despite everything so much so that you can’t find faults in the perfection that a child carries by default.

“There are different moments in your life, some of them are sad but most of them are happy.”

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Origami and Me Part 2/Bucket List Part 4

Attempt at Simple Snowflake Papercuts

Attempt at Simple Snowflake Papercuts

So for a visual design project (which I will be posting later) I was working on cutting paper snowflakes and other stuff. I realised how tough it was when I could’t even get the folds right for the first two attempt. I will be working on many more intricate patterns which are larger than these (these are only 2 and a half inches wide). I realised how amazing nature is! I mean I can’t even get these stupid patterns right and nature can “naturally” give birth to such beautiful snowflake patterns with none of them being alike.

For our next documentary, our group sat down together to think about everything that came to mind when you think about “CARROM”. We wrote it all down with colorful crayons on a huge chart paper. The technique worked extremely well because it reminded me of several old memories. Making these snowflakes reminded me of a set of encyclopaedia books that I had when I was younger. There were these pictures of snowflakes that had stuck to clear glass panes and I thought it was one of the most beautiful things ever. Never having seen snowfall in real life, this could just also be another thing on my bucket list. Soon, I hope.

On a cloudy afternoon

Wrote this on a windy afternoon at the Safderjung Tomb, Delhi. 

In the chaos of the city, I found silence, amidst nature. These small pockets of Earth in its natural form, though not devoid of human influence… the cool breeze after a midnight shower of rain, the dried leaves of trees brushing past your skin on their way to kiss the ground… squirrels prancing about in search of food… insects, one-tenth the size of your finger nail sliding across the pages of your notebook… so frail that when you sweep them away, they leave marks on the blank page… red ants, black ants, multicolored insects… a circle of motherly shade around you from the tree that supports you… you take pictures but they can never be as fresh and as green as the leaves below your feet… the ant that traverses that labyrinth of leaves can never be as lively on film as in that moment before your eyes… neither will the sunlight filtering through the leaves, on to the page you’re writing on, ever feel that warm or yellow again. Cherish nature, live it, love it.

At Safderjung Tomb, Delhi.

At Safderjung Tomb, Delhi.

Photo Essay: Sky

A photo essay on clouds compiled of pictures that I clicked over a few years. I realised there are very few pictures from Mumbai, maybe because there are too many high-rise buildings around to ever give a clear view of the skies.

After Rain, in Lucknow.

After Rain, in Lucknow.

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During Sunset, Jaisalmer, Rajsathan.

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Clear blue sky, Jodhpur, Rajasthan.

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Sunrise, Jaisalmer, Rajsthan.

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Sunset, Jaisalmer, Rajsthan.

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Before Sunrise, Jaisalmer, Rajasthan.

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During a storm, Lucknow.

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Cloudy Sky, Delhi.

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After rain, Lucknow.

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Not so clear skies, Delhi.

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Evening Sky, Lucknow.

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Sunset, JNU, Delhi.

Before rain, in Lucknow.

Before rain, in Lucknow.

Nostalgia Trip: Nickelodeon

I don’t know how many of you remember the time when NICKELODEON used to have the best shows for kids.

There was Legends of the Hidden Temple, Global Guts, Rugrats, Monsters Aaaah! Real Monsters, Hey Arnold, Rocko’s Modern Life, Kenan and Kel, CatDog,The Amanda Show, Blue’s Clues, Chalk Zone… and the list just goes on and on.

I was taken back to the time when I begged my Mom to cook me a bowl of maggi and plop down in front of the TV when my favourite shows were going to come on. These are some of my favourite memories from when I was seven years old. What happened was that during that time, my cable operator gave access to Nick for a week. I was hooked! And then he suddenly disconnected it. My grief at that point is just indescribable and then thankfully we shifted to Bangalore where I could access it all the time and that too in English!

There was so much that was new to me in those shows. It was a whole new cultural experience and definitely my first exposure to western culture.

I loved the coins that OldMac used to give out in Legends and I still play the Steps of Knowledge, then there was Rugrats, oh I hated Angellica soooo much! There was Arnold, the cutest boy ever, and Helga, a character framed so well, a reminder of a phase that every teenager goes through, the conundrum of love and hate. The crazy fights between cat and dog, what a concept, I wanted to be on Global Guts and climb that mountain and press all those buzzers!

When I was watching all these shows online yesterday I was reminded of how much I loved them and like Kel said “Awwh Here it goes again!”

A collage of 90s Nickelodeon Shows

A collage of 90s Nickelodeon Shows

Sober Notes

In the warmth of your arms, I will find my summer.
In the moistness of your lips, I will find my rain.
In the colours of your eyes, I will find my autumn.
In the coldness of my voice, you will find the winter of it all.
~S

Because.. It’s the darkest before dawn.

If ever the moon could speak, it would tell the sun how much it missed it during the night.
Sometimes they stayed together during the day but it could never compensate for other times.
But in her heart she was also happy, that the sun couldn’t see her at her darkest.
Maybe if given the chance, he would love her anyway.

Clicked at my Terrace. Beautiful times. <3

Clicked at my Terrace. Beautiful times. ❤