Part of a Whole.|KalaGhoda 2015

Here we are, long after the streets have emptied.

I’ve finally put together my thoughts on this year’s Kalaghoda Arts Festival, one of the most awaited events in the city.

This year,for me, was all about interaction. It was about giving people a platform which allowed them to share their feelings without hesitation. Take for example this.

A world within our own

A world within our own

Or this.

A Little Princess

A Little Princess

Part of a display that allowed readers to add to their thoughts over the course of the festival. Another similar interactive installment asked us to attach any small memoir we had of the city or the relationships we’ve had there.

One of my favorite things about the festival has always been the colorful bangle feature, re-vamped every year. This year it spoke about the contrast between the urban and rural woman, both simply stripped down to a base difference.

The Woman is a strange creature.

The Woman is a strange creature. Demin VS Bangles

The purpose of art has always been defined in various ways. Sometimes it is just to be. Sometimes it’s to highlight things so common we don’t notice them anymore.

I’ve always had a soft spot for Colour, It makes everything so much brighter.

This year was also about hopes and dreams and wishes.

He must know something after all.

Jon Snow? He must know something after all.

Speaking of which, one of mine finally came true, I got to see the Symphony Orchestra of India perform. It was simply amazing.

The SOI Rehearsal

The SOI Rehearsal

Then there were the eclectic butterflies.

I've always loved to dance with the wind.

I’ve always loved to dance with the wind.

We make the best of where we land right? As for the oft repeated tale of turning from a caterpillar into a butterfly, it’s a stereotypical tale but one that everyone feels they’ve been a part of. What’s your Butterfly story?

As far as being a part of something bigger than yourself goes, it doesn’t get better expressed than this.

Part of a Whole

Part of a Whole-Best expressed by a multi faceted semi disco ball. 

Fractions, split seconds, moments gone in a flash, these are what we will remember when age has dulled our eyes, or on days when colours seem less bright. Here, in my city, you never have to be lonely. You will always find someone with whom you can be alone together.

And if not, there will always be the wind to catch your hair and make your worries float away. And I will be there for you, Always. That’s a promise.

Colours of the Wind.

Colours of the Wind.

Much of what I saw and heard and felt leaves me at a loss for words, albeit with a sense of belonging. Maybe next year, I’ll see you there, and you’ll know too.

After Awhile.

After awhile you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
I read that once somewhere.
It’s been awhile since I’ve had words to share.
But life, as is so often the case is life and sometimes things get hard.

Have you ever poured your heart out and have someone just say, ‘Man, that’s too deep.’
Can I ask you to never be around people that make you want to apologize for your emotions?
Please, don’t try to understand them.
Their incomprehensible mediocrity will be the death of your soul.
You are so bright, they need to shield their eyes.
Please, don’t shine for the wrong people.

Have you ever that feeling of loneliness, that utter sense of being lost?
Can I ask you to leave this place,these people for something better, someplace where you find peace?
Please, my darling, you deserve it.

And I hope you hold your head up high.
I hope you learn to dance with the wind.
May the stars be your crown.
And the moon,your lover.

And this I can promise you,
Every time you hurt, you will heal.
And I, I will be there for you.
Always.

The Dismissal of Happily Ever After. Prologue.

She closed the blue book, rubbed her tired eyes with ink stained fingers and blinked sleepily at the clock.
2.03am
She sighed, falling back onto her bed, her dark hair spread out on the pale pink sheets beneath her.
‘Another sleepless night’  She hated nights like these, when the thoughts would simply not be silenced. When the ‘what ifs’ of life were playing like a bad movie in her head. When you questioned everything you ever believed.
About life.
About humanity.
About yourself.

For you see, dear reader, our heroine was plagued not by a disease, or a hardship.
Her problem was far more common.
Disease can be cured.
Hardship dealt with.

But what do you do when you’re awake in the middle of the night feeling like a shadow, like you’d melt away at the slightest light?
Waiting for something,anything, to make you feel better?

We all stuggle.
With life.
With love.
With humanity.
With ourselves.
So I suppose she was, just like you and I.
This is the story of a girl who learnt to love herself, for all the days someone else wouldn’t.

Bad Reputation.

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~I got a bad reputation,
      We got ourselves a bad situation.~Haley Bonar(Bad Reputation)

Today I have something to say to all of you, but especially to three people who are more amazing than they will ever realize.
So far, on this blog, we’ve seen a lot of angst and let’s be honest, there’s probably more to come. But not today.

Today is for happiness, and a good book, and cup of tea.
Today is for hugs and laughter and silly jokes.
Today is for you.

When Life gives you Lemons by Sanjana18

For you I have the words of Iain Thomas-
“And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”

Today is also for cuddles with a dog. And squishy hugs. And pride and prejudice viewing.
Today is for taking a break.
Today is for you.

Constance and change by rhapsodiesofmymind

For you, I have my own words,
‘You are more than the sum of your parts.
More than the worries that plague you.
More than the things that pull you down.
You are more my love.
You are sunshine and shade.
You are enough.’

Today is for Potter love. And John Green love. And Game of Thrones love.
Today is for being unapologetic in who you are.
Today is you.

Empire of Dirt by Dreamyworldofthesleepygirl

For you I have Albert Einstein-
Because the only thing you absolutely need to know is the location of the Library.

So it’s time to be happy.
If not, well I suppose we’ll just have to have cake.

Story of my Internship: Novotel

She’s finally here. Readers, if you remember my post on Industrial Training- A love-hate story ( http://wp.me/p2tFPc-6f), well here’s her’s. Go read. It’s good.

Baking and Randomness

“Industrial training”: Two words that could send a shiver up my spine, back in my first year at college.

When I first began studying hospitality in 2012, I was perfectly aware of what I was getting into. I knew the subjects, I had a glimpse of what my life would be like in the near future and despite the lingering doubts in my family and friend’s minds, I was confident and I couldn’t wait to start college.
I have to add, that somehow, I had also happily made peace with the fact that following this profession would deem my social life non-existent (A notion I otherwise would have considered absolutely unthinkable)!

The only fear at the back of my mind was the semester where I was supposed to work in the industry, at a five-star hotel. The hospitality industry can be a very unforgiving place and one requires a lot…

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In silence we weep.

In silence she wept
Tears of restraint
Of shattered control,
Of the pieces broken.
In silence she wept,
Tears of fear.
For loss.
For ache.
In silence she wept,
‘It’s cold here’ she whispered.
‘It’s kinda lonely’ she murmured.
‘It’s sad’ she said.
And for the lack of  anyone else,
She wrapped her arms around herself.
‘It’s alright’ she soothed.
‘It’s kinda numb’ she mumbled.
‘It’s cold here’ she whispered.
In silence, she sat.
For hope.
For happiness.
Silence of pain.
In silence, she sat.
Of darkness.
Of resignation.
Here I wait.
For the light of tomorrow.
For a breath taken freely.
For laughter that doesn’t sound hollow.
For a smile that lights my eyes.
Tomorrow will be better-I promise.

Your shadow.

Dreamy World Of The Sleepy Girl

Darkness set in, old friend,
That hour I slighted you
Your friends look at me
Mocking? Shocked?

“You’re my Silver Girl,
The life of my heart”
Heaven is where you are
Haven’t you known?

I only miss your shadows
Your heart too loving
The flesh and bones of you
Too true, too honest, too alive.

I desired fire, hell, spite
A whirlwind for passing time
Adrenaline to soothe
The emptiness of my soul.

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Strangers make me Smile.|Kalaghoda 2014.

This year’s Kalaghoda Festival was a much needed break from routine monotony.

A lovely day of roaming around with my camera. From this to this post here. The last Year has seen a lot of changes.

But the more things change. the more they stay the same.  And this festival-of art, colour and happiness reminds me that C.S. Lewis was right-“There are far better things in Life than any we leave behind.”

Strangers make me Smile|Kalaghoda 2014.

Look who we have here.

Look who we have here.

Friends.

Friends.

Love.

Love.

Colour

Colour.

And so we are.

We are parts of things that make us.
The Sapphire Ring.
The Pink Necklace.
The Eclectic Colours.

We are what we take pride in.
The Charm.
The Elegance.
The Tempered Grace.

We are what we never knew we desired.
The Wish.
The Want.
The Love.

We are what we hope someone will someday comprehend.
The Passion.
The Kiss.
The Weird.

Above,Over and Beyond.

Dare to leap,my darling.
Dare to jump.
Dare to scream, my dear.
Dare to breathe.
Cut old threads.
Cross old bridges with new friends.
Get more than you ever hoped for.
Get more than you need.
Get more,more,more.
Get close, my darling.
Get hurt.

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Do not let the pain make you hate.
Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.