Where’s Batman when you need him? 

More than ever we could, collectively, use a superhero! ❤

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Last weekend, although I am now over a year into my stay in Los Angeles, I decided to play tourist. I have been quite busy on the weekends the last few months looking for a house and working. Not much fun I tell ya. I finally needed a break. I was tired of work and tired of being second guessed by people who live isolated, secluded, homogenous lives. I won’t go further into that because I could be here all day on a rant. And that would not help anything other than allowing me to ventilate a bit all the while elevating my perfect blood pressure. And I don’t need that. Thus, I decided to just chill out I treated myself to a Puerto Rican restaurant, checked out a new neighborhood and went on the Warner Brothers Studio tour. While not as much fun as the studio tour at Universal…

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I’m an INFP!

I am an INFP!

I’m really not much into zodiac signs and traits or signature/handwriting analysis and other such stuff. All these claim to unveil certain aspects of your personality, tell you things about your core nature- according to the stars or by the degree of slant in your handwriting. Some people can even read things between the lines that form on your forehead when you frown (face reading you know or Physiognomy!). Amusing! So much of wisdom lying around in everything that I do, yet I could never fathom any of it by myself. I don’t understand all of this, I never have and I guess, I never will.INFP

I know…I know, my very first sentence screamed that I’m an INFP. Yes, I am that and I love it. The Myers Briggs personality type is the only personality analysis that I’ve loved and it compels me to believe in it. I took the test long back and I took it again last week, luckily I haven’t changed much…I fall into the same INFP type. I took the test on this site called 16 personalities. It asked me a detailed set of questions and some of those questions got me thinking about myself. Initially the test felt like it was an ordinary personality test, probably crap. But this one was different; not based on your profile picture rather on a set of questions that are so diverse and can actually cover certain aspects of your personality- it’s draws inference on the basis of psychological study I feel. This one feels honest for a change.

I have this general perception about any kind of test or method that claims to tell me about my core nature. It is judgmental I feel; looking at the surface you can’t gauge the depths of the ocean. They are fun nevertheless and so I often click on links that claim to know me better than I know myself.

As far as it is fun and if it gives your moral a boost I assume such random personality tests mean no harm. They mostly tell you things that you already know.

So, you believe in yourself and keep growing meanwhile I’ll go and check out a few other tests! 😀

P.S – I’ll let you know if I find a good one.

Image Credits: 16 personalities

Why do I blog?

This week I crossed of 100 followers on Vanilla with Sprinkles!

When I saw the notification pop up on my phone, I couldn’t help but wonder how long it took me to get here…almost two years. I don’t know how to get followers, publicize or do something that draws more traffic to my blog and then I thought that’s completely okay. I never started my blog with an aim of gaining followers or recognition. It is something I started for myself and the purpose still remains the same. I write for myself and for everyone like me. Going by that, I think I’ve done pretty great so far (Pat on the back!)

Writing liberates me, my blog provides with a space where I can pen down all the things I want to say. When fellow bloggers like my posts or leave comments, it makes me feel peaceful…knowing that there are people who resonate. You always know there are people like you but they are so hard to find in this big…big world! Often you feel like nobody understands which in turn makes you feel alone and lost. My blog has been my happy place; it has given me the space to be crazy-happy-sad-angry all of it! It makes me feel that I have a voice and there are people who are listening.

The same applies when I follow blogs, I can’t simply follow a blog or like someone’s posts to get a follow back. I just don’t understand how that would satisfy me, I know it won’t. I want to read about people, their happy and sad stories. I want to look at beautiful pictures..pictures that talk to me. Read about fascinatingly ordinary experiences and live them alongside. I want to be there for other people and I want them to know that they’re being heard. I want them to know they are not alone.

So, this is a simple note of gratitude to all the people who choose to stay by my side. Thank you for listening and telling me everyday that I am not alone.

Much Love ❤

Beautifully Inane

What if? 

This beautiful film is the creation of Florent Porta 

 

Credits: Moss and Fog

You Think You Are Right?

There is a thing with human beings, we think whatever we think and know is true.

As a kid when I first read about atoms- protons, neutrons, electrons!…I was  awestruck that something so small and significant existed. I gaped at the thought that I see and touch it everyday yet I never feel its presence. It was like opening my eyes to something that was right in front of me all the time. I remember thinking about my school desk looking at it like an object of amazement and wondering how electrons are revolving around billions of nuclei. And it was so damn hard to believe, I almost told myself that it was a lie. A few days days passed and another thought occurred to me; before I knew of atoms, I thought there was nothing like it. I was unaware of its existence and it was okay..that is how I knew things were. Wood is just wood. I thought I was right.

We think we are right. Don’t we?

Then, it occurred to me what if there could be more to atoms and we think it’s just atoms because we don’t know more about it yet. And the thought was so eye opening that I have clung to it ever since.

Whenever I feel I know something, I look twice to check if I can see more to it. Even if I can’t, I like to keep this thought at the back of my mind that there might be something that I still can’t see..that I still don’t know.

Be it facts or emotions. There is always (okay..almost always) more to it than we know. We believe what we see and hear (I’m more of a see-person) and it is such a surprise that it rarely limits to those boundaries.

Boundaries, in any sense I have seen are meant to be surpassed. There is something beyond boundaries, I have no clue what that something amounts to; it might be a fraction or it might be millions and billions of things. Once it is surpassed..the ground where you land is the new boundary and then it goes on boundary after boundary after boundary.

We keep building and breaking boundaries.

Life appears to be a cycle of it. Like a limbo.

I don’t intend to write a scientific blog. I’m not much of a science girl. I think of all this is in such generic terms. I have had this habit of relating everything to my life and if and when I am unable to relate, I start to loose interest.

When it comes to people in my life, they never cease to amaze me..you think this is where the limit is. This is where she stops but then she takes two steps extra- SURPRISE! and this happens all the time. See, boundaries surpassed?!

This is a funny habit, relating unrelated things and even more funny is the fact that you usually end up establishing a relation. Things aren’t so hard to connect once you start at it. It just connects. Maybe it is all connected for real?

I don’t know if the above chatter makes any sense to you, does it?

Actually the matter is, the server is down..I am jobless and I’ve had around five cups of coffee already! Hope that adds some sense to my mindless musings.

Much love, I hope your coffee is as strong as mine(and not so strong, if you prefer it light ;)).

What did the Filth get you?

Filthy;

  1. Her shoes heavy, full of dirt – from the soccer field, just had her best game ever!
  2. His blotched white shirt – a canvas as beautiful as his masterpiece!
  3. The window pane thick with grime – helped her get that award winning shot!
  4. His hands…all stained, blue with ink – his ultimate piece of writing made him cry!

 

What did the filth get you?

PS: I don’t like how we label and classify words. Words can’t be classified as good or bad, it’s just a matter of choice; how you wish to string them together.

The Phone Call

Buzzzzzz…my phone goes, it’s you!

The frown on my face transforms to a smile and my eyes burning from the glow of the computer screen instantly light up.

Within seconds, we start ranting about our lives.

Mostly, what has gone wrong and Oh! how things are a mess.

We laugh about it all.

We tell each other, how life would have been easier without some people,

and as I hear your voice,

I softly whisper to myself;

“and so much easier because of some people”

A small town…called HOME

There is a sweet attachment that one has with the place they hail from. Be it a great big city or a small town. Geographically, be it of immense importance or simply lost on the map. You belong to the place and now, it dwells within you somehow.

The sweet nostalgia when you saunter through the streets of the town. I live away but I still call it my home. I might have spent a substantial amount of time in this other lovely city but it will never be home to me.

When asked, “Where are you leaving for?”

I always answer, “Home”

‘Coming home’ is a feeling and this place gives me just that.

Strolling through the market, the shop-owner gives me a bright smile and slips an extra chocolate in my grocery bag. He recognizes the small girl he once knew and I guess she is still the same for him.

In the pitch dark sky, I see thousands and thousands of stars twinkling as I lay on my terrace for hours. The sound of  crickets and  occasional cries of the peacock from the jungle, mingle with the silence that warmly wraps my home atop the hill.

As I put up some little twinkling lights in my garden and look at my parents sitting, sipping tea…the corners of their eyes wrinkling with laughter…I certainly know that this is HOME.

 

Weekly Discover Challenge

Bits…of the whole

Bits; pieces; chunks; torn from the whole.

 

A piece of cake,

A page from a book,

A tissue paper torn in half…scribbles all over it.

 

A spoon of porridge from your bowl,

The faint humming of the songs you sing,

The things you mumble under you breath,

The hint of shy smile at the corner of your lips.

 

 

A piece of the entire – so much more than full.

 

Image credits: Priyesh Jain or Kavya Pandey (Sorry, I don’t remember distinctly) 🙂

A Cup and Two Spoons

It has been over a year since my friends moved out of city. We never planned to stay after college…so, everybody moved except me!

I am here, it has been a year. I should have had some friends here by now. But the fact is I don’t. It has been both difficult and fun. I’ve spent more time with myself then I ever did before.

I have made this habit of roaming around the city, eating, going to movies, shopping…all by myself. And to be true, I somewhat enjoy it.

I went to a movie yesterday (Don’t ask, it was extremely boring!)

Well, the thing is I ordered sweet corn and the guy at the food counter was kind enough to serve me at my seat. The guy came up to me with this cup full of spicy corn with two spoons in it. I looked at the cup then looked at him. He gave me a slight smile and left. I looked at the cup again rather at the spoons I must say, for a little too long.

Why was it so obvious that I would have company?

No, it did not make me feel friendless or forlorn but it sure made me think about all the people who I wish were sitting beside me. The company that I desire lives miles and miles away from me. And I don’t want friends for the sake of just having someone; to think of them as substitutes. I would never prefer being one myself.

I have no idea what I am trying to convey.

Sometimes you feel a lot of things but you don’t know how to interpret them and that should be okay I guess.

The next time I go there and if they hand me a single spoon, I am definitely going to ask for an extra one 🙂

PS: All you guys, I miss you!

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