Stone

How can I introduce myself to you? Before a home, there was a house, and the house is made of me.

 I have heard your cries when you thought you were in hiding. I am the keeper of your secrets. 

 Unlike you, I have no voice. I am the most patient listener, a faithful observer. 

When you fight with your lover and shut yourself in a room, you are vulnerable without your mask of ego. You whisper an apology, I wish your lover could hear what I hear. 

Many faces you have my dear, truest of all you have been with me. I wish I could let the world know that your heart is of gold. 

But I have to hold my silence, for this is the curse of being a stone. 

A Whole Lot of Nothing

I am in U.K. now...good ol' Epsom. It's really cold here but still no snow, which is really disappointing. My classes haven't started yet, that means I have a whole lot of nothing to do. Makes me feel pretty useless. These are the times when I miss projects and assignments. It took me immense strength to write this post, because once the devilish bug of laziness bites you, it's really hard to do anything.

Fashion Menswear collections for 2012 fall is out, which I can't get myself to face. I have just started to look into it.

I keep checking the weather forecast for snow... but here is what my life's forecast looks like -

Gloomy with short periods of sunshine. 

Thank goodness for the short periods of sunshine. Thank goodness for the gloomy days so I can cozy up for a while and do nothing.

I AM Presence

Who am I?
A distressed soul locked in a shell
I have often asked this question
Until I became the question.

I am in every brick of my house
I am in everything I see
I am in everything I speak
In everything I hear and seek

I belong nowhere
I am everywhere
Where ever my awareness is
That is my home.

Fairness Sham

I got published today. My article was featured in The Echo Of India newspaper, it is about how Indians are obsessed with being fair. Not only Indians but many Asians use "skin whitening" creams containing bleaching agents that are harmful for skin. The advertisement of these products are done in way that says having a fair skin is a confidence booster and can get you a stature in life that you cannot attain by being dark. I believe this is just another form of racism, not to mention the utter foolishness of this whole idea that you can change your skin colour by rubbing a cream on your face.

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How far can we go to change our self and to look the way society think is beautiful? I am all for taking care of my appearance but not at the cost of losing myself in this sham.

The definition of beauty is different for all as David Hume says "Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them."  There will always be people whom you cannot please, but it is important to know you are beautiful inside out no matter what. 


There is more to beauty than what meets the eyes. 

Read the article here 

The Beach

To celebrate New Year me and my family went to the beach. The beach was apparently someone's private so we had to take permission, which we did.
I would have talked about our journey to the beach and the road, but there was no road. The place was clearly met for hiking or cycling and the lazy people that we are, we took cars. So after a lot of jumps and scares and prayers we reached the beach.

It was just breath-taking. My back ached with our little adventure ride but the fresh air worked like a pain-killer. The beach was beyond beautiful. And since we came early (not as early as we had planned) it was empty.

I was at the beach with my family, drinking coconut water and eating fried prawns, this is what Andaman is all about. For the first time in many days I realized I was born in an island, and what a beautiful island it is. I walked across the beach just where the cool salty water met the warm sand, there were also small pebbles and broken shells that would often come under my feet and break the silence in my mind.

My eyes and feet scanned for the smoothest part but after every few steps the waves would leap towards the shore and while going back it would leave little stones under my feet. 
No matter how much I avoided those clutters of pebbles and shells , they moved with the water and kept coming under my feet.

And that is life, silky shore with a few stones scattered, you never know which step will be on the sand and which will be on the stone. But I must never stop walking because each step forward makes me feel alive.

Picture taken by me. Click to Enlarge.

Oh and by the way.... Happy New Year to you, finally 2012! Let's hope it's nothing like the movie.