About Time, Don't You Think?

A/N: Anyone who is here for the first time, this is not the usual kind of post. If fiction is what you are looking for, go over to the older posts. Thank you!

---

Well, hello!

Thank you person who left an anonymous comment asking me if I had abandoned this blog. Turns out, I had. This blog had reduced to one point on a bullet list in my resume which served as a convenient ice breaker during interviews, "Oh so you have a blog?" "Yes, since 2009."

To write, to write, to write. See it turns out, I have been writing a lot since the last time I posted (which was in November 2015?!) but I haven't been writing for myself. I'm doing this online content writing internship and it's going really really well, so all you young people who are sitting around with nothing to do, start doing internships and volunteer work. You'd wish you had when you're working your 16 hour IT job with no time to breathe.

This year has been pretty great. I spent New Years with a friend that I've known for the longest time and she and I rekindled our friendship over munchies and Red Bull. Oh and I watched the fireworks go off from on top of a kind of high building. A friend's sister got married and we were all wedding-clubbing! Which was all sorts of awesome. I love these people.

I spent three days in Fort Kochi with these people wandering about the touristy places, not really doing a lot of sightseeing, just eating lots of good food and chilling at the beach. I don't know if it is because I associate Fort Kochi with the Biennale but I feel that there's something so beautifully artistic about the place, the buildings, the streets. I love the art on the walls and I love the way the people don't really bother you or stare at you because they're so used to people doing touristy things.

There's this thing about the beach. It doesn't matter if there's a lot of seaweed-y float-y green and brown things on it, it has this incredible calming effect on me. While I was there I got this feeling that moment right there was my big awakening and that if I started to write then, all sorts of wonderful stories and characters could be put into words but I couldn't, I was busy having fun.

That's something I've noticed about myself though, I don't seem to want to document a moment in which I'm feeling wonderful, I just want to feel it.

There was this guy on the beach with this expensive looking DSLR camera. He was trying to get a picture of the sunset through an incandescent light bulb which he buried into the sand. He left after he took that picture and I thought, whoa. To have a passion you'd spend hours kneeling in the sand for. If I were a teeny bit more outgoing I might have said hi. But I'm not and so I didn't.

If you head out to Fort Kochi, get food from this place called Pizza Italia. They've got some of the best pizza that I've ever had. And 'Upstairs' they've got live music and really good calamari.

I'm thinking of the last three months in terms of food, that's how much I've eaten.

And I went to Bangalore for the first time. A lot more food. I'll write about that another time.

I've said goodbye to two old friends and although I miss them I don't know if I will be talking to either of them again so that's a little sad. The never ending conversations ceased. The dots stopped spinning. Life is made up of hellos and goodbyes and I'd rather have more meetings than departures but sometimes these things are out of your control. And maybe the old have to move out to make room for the new.

Welcome to Armchair Philosophy 101 conducted by me, now in a very good mood because I threw open the windows and its very windy. I hope it rains.

Speaking of old and new, I met a lot of fun new people because of whom I think I'm actually going to miss college when I graduate in a few months. I can't wait though. To be all grown up and fending for myself.

I'm thinking I should try one of those blogging challenges, just to make sure that I come here once in a while. Oh and 11k views! I love you guys!

I've been assigned work for the evening so until I decide which blogging challenge I'm going to do, I'm abandoning you, blog. Back to a bullet point on my resume it is for you.

x

PS. It's raining!

The Original Dream

I claim to want riches, lots of money, exquisite sculptures and paintings, one of a kind of everything under the sun, collector's items, precious things, everything, a fancy house on the beach, another in the city and a third in the hills.

Maybe I want love and happiness, to work on something enchanting, inspiring and motivating, to surround myself with people who challenge me, engage me intellectually.

To be able to write the stories that appear in my mind at the oddest of moments, when I'm walking or talking or looking out the window on a cold rainy day, when I'm laughing or crying, to be able to make words feel emotions, to be able to translate this wonderful magical experience of living into words and sentences.

I want to sing the songs that I make up in my dreams, in time with every step I take when I'm awake. To hum, maybe whistle, to describe what it's like to be in my shoes through tunes.

I want to dance, each step following the rhythm of the beating of my heart, each movement a reflection of the deep, dark corners of my soul. An expression of why I am who I am and what it is that makes up this consciousness that I call myself.

The dreams of castles, gems and riches coexist with those of freedom and expression, coexisting, supporting, growing, not judging. For they are all the same, these dreams, manifestations of desires of grandeur, material and of the mind.

They all spin in a tight whirlpool, the occasional memory or emotion joins in for the ride before going back to their respective areas of expertise. This is the world of dreams, and everyone is welcome.

And if I walk through them, brushing aside the ones that get tangled in my hair, holding back the ones that try to engulf me, push away those that try to absorb my humanity, there is a calm centre. Nothing spins, there is no sound, no feeling. There it is, the one original dream. Pure and untouched.

I'm an artist. Sitting by the street, cross legged on the pavement, on the rocks by the stream with my feet in the water. And I create, paintings of people, places and things. Obscure, abstract images which are at the same time a depiction of clarity. Paintings lacking conventional beauty rather containing some ethereal quality, brush strokes representing interconnected thoughts and philosophies, that no one really gets but everyone pretends to understand.

posted from Bloggeroid

Our Twisted Coexistence

Two little dots once met, one blue, one purple, by chance, bumping into each other, almost not meeting, running over each other, hurrying away in their separate lives. But meet they did, and quite the union it was. A whirlwind romance of minds, bodies, ideas and emotions. They stuck to each other, each reducing to half a dot to form one whole together. And they separated, teaching each other what they knew about love, life and the philosophies of existence, and they each grew, realizing it is better to be two whole dots interlinked than to be half of a whole. And they split occasionally, pain and despair of the worst kind, culminating in a wondrous, almost child-like bliss. Their colors faded, contaminated with the greens and yellows of jealousy and lies, the brilliant gold of the worst kind of pain and manipulation, then the blue and purple shone through and finally it was a bit too much to bear and all at once, their union ended.

But they moved together, spiralling around each other, parallel lines mostly, other times helices around a common centre, increasing in radii until the loneliness of being the only dot in a world of black became too much to bear and they met, a twisted, explosive coexistence, cohabitation, before they repelled with twice the force of their attraction and moved away.

Maybe, just maybe, it was better to exist in separate planes, occasionally interacting, than to attempt to coexist.

posted from Bloggeroid