Posted in Art, Family, Me, Writing

Sam and Pari

Happy birthday, Sam!

When they say “opposites attract”, they don’t just mean it for people who are romantically involved with each other. It also holds good for “soul-sisters” which is just exactly what Sam and I are. Where I am all too-sweet and smiley most of the times to most people, Sam is sassy and sarcastic and real to everyone; she will tell you exactly how you made her feel without fear; I love and admire and also maybe a little bit jealous of this the most.

The day of the orientation is a strange day for all Environmental Science students, with all the students’ faces, eyes wide, lips unmoving, screaming one emotion: what is happening? Prabhakar sir conducts a small “ice-breaker” for us to get to know each other to get through the day. The seniors also talk with us and give us snacks, which is one of the many traditions of the department. After the general introduction — names, where we were from and what we hoped to become— there were two things that we all do in that ice-breaker session: one – stand in two concentric circles, place one of your hands on top of the person’s standing in front of you, look into their eyes, and talk.

Two – A skit. Sir told us two stories. One was about the eagle and the chickens and the other about the caterpillars who went on pilgrimage. And only half of those stories were told. We were supposed to complete it and enact it with no dialogues, as a team with a bunch of people we just met.

It was an awkward situation for all of us. I didn’t know anybody, nobody knew me, so I just slunk into a group which later, I remembered, was with Smriti, Indu, Passang and Sam and someone else— probably Jyothi.

We chose the caterpillar story and somehow, we did it. After the “act”, my seat was gone and I ended up sitting next to this long-haired girl that I hadn’t come across in the concentric circle introduction, but was in the skit group with me. She looked at me with huge eyes, put her hand to her chest and said, “Hi, I’m Samudyatha,” slowly and carefully, so I could get her name the first time — as I understood later. I smiled at her; her accent seemed like mine, laced with Kannada and I knew we’d fit. Everybody else I had talked to all day had accents that seemed different to me; more alien, more high-standard, more spontaneous, more…English-y and I kept thinking, maybe I’m the only one here. And my confidence levels were not too high that day.

Her number was the first that I put on my brand new Nokia 525 that day. I spelled her name right on the first try and her name, till date, doesn’t have “SJC” next to it. It’s not like I’d find another Samudyatha in my life. And definitely no one like her.

Sam and I have lots of mental lists: the “ugh” list, the “how-do-you-know-them” list, the “what-is-she-wearing-and-why-even” list and the famous “hate” list. Up until third year, I would point to someone and say, “I hate that person.” She would laugh and ask why. I would say that I don’t know; or I couldn’t remember. Sometimes, she would agree. Other times, I would agree with her choice of person of hatred, usually someone extraordinarily obnoxious. But if we were asked to write a list, we wouldn’t be able to. I don’t even know half the people’s names and I can’t remember the half that I do know. But if I ever face them again, on the planet or on my screen, my heart would just know.

Orange is her favourite colour, black coming a close second. She and Indu are favourite-colour buddies. They usually go on about how they don’t get clothes of their favourite colour when I try to slink into my desk and go unnoticed. This was true and untrue for me: I don’t like pink but I own a good amount of pink clothes, but I love blue and white, and clothes in these colours aren’t very hard to find and I make it a point not to buy them. Sam wore an orange and black short top over black pants for her first birthday in college. Hers was the first birthday we ever celebrated, complete with a small black forest cake from our omnipresent Surya bakery, and a tiny blue card that I made, with a black and orange cake at one corner. What a coincidence.

The second time I’d ever performed slam poetry was during Pratibha of 2016. The theme was “The World Through Your Eyes”, and I’d written about Bangalore, of course, and I’d written my poem in class a few minutes before and I’d shown it to her. She loved it. Stage fright isn’t all that new to me but when I did freeze up, just two lines into my poem, I looked at Sam sitting right in front of me, two rows deep, with Prince, Arun, Smriti and DJ; a familiar, reassuring face. But it was more than that; she prompted me my own poem, when the only copy was in my hands. Determined not to disappoint her, I gathered myself quickly, and performed without anymore frights.

During second year, our zoology practical labs were very easy. We studied the same things in theory also. It isn’t anything new; it happens all three years, but this particular year was different. Three hour labs were stretched to the point where all of us were asleep by 4. Including the teacher. We decided to take utmost advantage of it: Sam began learning photography. Prince used to carry his camera a lot back then, because of some or the other frequent events; either he was asked to cover it or he simply brought it on a whim. On Wednesday afternoons, during lab time, after our half hour lecture on the topic, and another half hour for our records, we were forced to stay at least till 3:30. Prince goes over the basics and she clicks whatever she fancies. Sometimes, I model for her. When I had received my first ever physical book for reviewing, I had taken it to college — to take pictures of it, of course — and she took it with me holding it, all smiles, my hair coming undone with that flimsy clip that I was wearing but not caring anyway. She still uses that picture for my caller id on her phone.

One particular Friday during February in our third year was very nasty for her. She’d come only in the second period and when I looked at her face, something was wrong. I felt like we had reached that level where we could gauge each other’s moods with just one look.

In zoology classes, the most unfortunate thing of us sitting in the first bench happened all the time, from the first year till the last. One day, sometime in the second year, Sam, Prince, DJ and I snagged the last bench in one of the “strict” (read as: fake-intimidating and spiteful) teacher’s class. When he didn’t find us in the first bench, he called us front, with a disapproving look on his face. Sam and I hated it. We couldn’t take another class but somehow, we had to survive the rest of the year and the next year. We bunked that teacher’s class the next week. Sometimes, even the goody good ones need a breather. Sam hardly ever bunked classes, but she never missed an opportunity. She and I bunked the same teacher’s class in third year; just that class, which we hardly ever did. Prince and DJ refused; being boys, they couldn’t afford to fall 0.1 % on their attendance. She just rolls her eyes and we walk down towards the quadrangle, to our adda.

After a few initial shocks, she has gotten used to mine and Indu’s bouts of fangirling. At some point, after I was introduced to Colleen Hoover by Indu and fallen in love with her books, it was Sam’s turn. She fell irrevocably in love with CoHo’s books and writing, especially the book Confess. Soon, she also joined our little “fangirling” sessions wherever Colleen Hoover was involved.

Whenever I’m stuck drawing, in my record or in any of the Christmas cards that I make every year, she draws them for me, without a second thought. She point-blank refuses to draw for Darshan, even when he flashes his “charming” smile. She was the first person that I thought of when the idea of keeping an arts and crafts stall during Nirvaan first, then later Meta. She and I made the perfect team: we shared ideas and did some of the crafts not-so-secretly in class.

Besides sharing love and passion towards saving the environment, there was a mutual love and penchant for the arts and crafts and cribbing about people and boring classes. Third year Tuesdays were the worst. After a whole morning of classes, without breaks, we had our dissertation lab right after lunch. That lab was all thinking and not much working because in the initial days, our group hadn’t gone sampling yet and all we had to do was sit and read up or get long lectures by Prabs about how we’re lagging behind.

She’s my tea-coffee partner; my advisory; I can burn food for her and she’d still eat it happily because I made it for her. She’s the one I go to when I’m really happy or really sad. There’s an open honesty about her that makes you want to trust her. The first month I met her, I barely knew her, but deep in my bones, I was right: she is more than a friend or a best friend even. She’s a sister to me.

This is the first year since the last three years that we haven’t celebrated her birthday together. She has this smartness to her, like a sniffer dog or a metal detector; she knows when we’re hiding something. It isn’t easy, the hiding, since we’re almost always together, but we make it work. One of my biggest dreams is to give her the perfect birthday, and I hope I can do that when we’re not studying together.

Posted in Art, Me, Writing


Lately, whenever I sit down to paint or write, feeling all motivated and pumped, the feeling is quickly dampened by one huge negative thought: why am I doing this?

And more than the question itself being negative, the answers are. I am not good enough at painting. I don’t make good enough art. I don’t write well enough. I feel totally and utterly useless and worthless.

I know we all have these phases. I have them quite often and I’ve put those “episodes” of creative block up here on my blog. But this time, it feels worse.

Every time I sit down to paint, I look up for some inspiration, I think that I shouldn’t make art anymore because I will never get there. I will never inspire people through my art and I think, where will I end up? Even if I keep practising to get better, what is the use of all of this? Why am I moving forward? What’s pushing me?

I don’t know. I honestly have no clue. I’d lined up a few ideas for my blog posts here and I can’t type beyond the first few words. I’m falling behind in so many things it feels like my life is going backwards.

There was an episode of Jules and James where Jules had a sort of a creative block. James suggested that they do things apart from their passions; James had to avoid painting and Jules had to cease from writing or reading for a week. And I thought, huh. Will this actually work?

Time to test it.

As soon as I reach 300 posts, or February (whichever is the earliest) I will cease from blogging. On all three blogs. Poetry, books and life. Every time I get the urge to put up a post, I will write it down by hand and wait for at least two weeks to pass. I will also try to avoid social media, especially Pinterest, because as much as I love it, it also drives me crazy.

I will do what I do best: watch films, shows, paint my heart out, not worry about having pretty and expensive watercolours, not worry about my mediocre art skills and read. Maybe write also, but we’ll see.

Posted in Me, Writing

Winters in Bangalore

I know and understand that ‘Winter’ is cold season and I shouldn’t be complaining, but I’m just noticing how the weather is since I’m at home most of the time, for the first time ever.

Winters in Bangalore are annoying. They’re more than just annoying; they are irksome and maddening to the extreme. They crack your lips and your fingertips and toe tips feel cold all the time and your skin itches if you haven’t moisturized it and if you have sensitive teeth you can’t drink normal water. All through it, the sun keeps smiling and shining.

When I was in school, during PT periods, we always used to play in the sun. If we were in the assembly in the ground, we were glad that we were high school; our lines were way in the back so we got the maximum sun, standing there in the mornings with our thick blazers on, was really nice. We dreaded to back to our classrooms and sitting on the cold metal benches and desks.

Fast-forward to Joseph’s. Every 7-minute break was spent in trying to use the bathroom or find an area to bask in the sun. We hesitated to eat out in the quadrangle under the Banyan tree because it was cold, but we did it anyway. We huddled close together and ate with our teeth chattering.

Another thing that’s weird about the winter: blinding sunlight at 8:AM.

And come January and February, the temperature will increase but your skin will keep feeling chid-chida. Crackling. Ugh.


Posted in Art, prompt, prompts, Writing

The tattoo that I have

This is prompt number 97 from Bryn Donovan’s list of prompts and ideas for writing about yourself. I’m picking random numbers, and I’m lucky I got this because I’ve been waiting to tell this story since the day it happened.

Yes, I have a tattoo. The story of how I got it is quite patience-testing.

For quite a long time, Akka and I (in the end, along with Amma) had been pestering Pappa to agree for us to get tattoos. I didn’t see the big deal. The only scare or concern was the lead content and the needles. I know they use fresh needles every single time, and well, the lead levels in my blood might have increased, but there is joy in getting a tattoo done. It’s like branding yourself and saying “This is who I am”, or maybe reminding yourself to live your life. Either way, it is quite fascinating.

Pappa finally said yes, late in June, probably. Then began the search for the designs. I knew what to get and I had choices to pick from. It was either a Totoro, or the Sun, or the Sun and the Moon together. So, after looking for designs of the Sun and the Moon and being fed up, because I wasn’t satisfied with any of them, I requested Vaishnavi to ketch me some designs. She was so happy to do it, that she by next week, she had sent me three designs of varying simplicity. And each one of them was so pretty! The simplest one was a design with the Sun at the centre, and the phases of the moon on either side of its rays, and I could put it as a bracelet or an anklet. I decided to get that one done, on my right upper arm. So, it was decided for me. And even though Akka said, “It’s not very unique; you should get the other one,” I stuck to what I wanted and went with her to this tattoo parlor in Indiranagar.

Akka was going to get the words “Carpe Diem” on her arm. Where on her arm, she wasn’t sure. I thought “Carpe Diem” was a common enough word, but I didn’t dare say that out loud. She talked her designs over with her friend and finalized the font and all, and decided she wanted a tiny flower with it. Her visualization was actually pretty. But when we went there, everything changed.

For one, this place where we went, which was really famous, looked really cool with its metal decorations and all, but inside, it felt like an orgy. People kept walking in and out, tattoo in their heads, tattoo on their bodies. It was a stifling 10 minutes while we were waiting for a friend’s friend (one of the many tattoo artists) to come out. Akka prodded me first, and then I showed him my design. He said, “This design will not come in the size you want. Is that okay?” I frowned. I mean, Pappa agreed only if we got small(-ish) tattoos, and the size he showed? Way too big. I said, “Never mind,” and he moved on to Akka.

When she said, “I want to get a tattoo of Carpe Diem,” he simply nodded, and went towards the computer. He sat down and asked her to select a font from that list. She already had picked one out, but of course, Murphy’s law came into the picture. He didn’t have it. She chose the closest one, and without further ado, he printed it, tore it, and stenciled it on the side of her wrist, below her little finger. And he led her towards an empty bench and began tattooing.

The only good thing to come out of that was the price discount.

That day, my spirits had died down. I decided I didn’t want a tattoo. For now, at least. But Akka insisted that we get it done for me, too. So we searched for places near Jayanagar when Akka remembered that there was a new one right outside the complex. We hitched an auto and went to Jayanagar.

This was a small place, with just one small room. A guy was just finishing up another guy’s tattoo and was doing one of those “wiping-foam-to-reveal-tattoo” videos. There was another guy sitting on a sofa nearby. When we walked in, he greeted us and led us to the lone computer across the door we just walked through. I showed him my design, and he said, “This will be too big. Is that okay?”

I groaned. But Akka had decided that we weren’t going to go home without both of us getting tattoos. She’s sentimental that way.

So I told him that I wanted the Sun and the Moon, and he Googled designs. I already did that and which was why I had customized designs!

I picked one, and he printed it out, created a stencil, and put it on my arm. The guy was perfectly chatty with me, and I was glad because it distracted me. I was prepared to ask to talk to him, but thankfully, he saved me from that embarrassment. It took him 15 minutes, and on a scale of 1-10 of pain (with 10 being the highest), it was around 3 for me. I got it on the fleshy inside of my left forearm, so it was only noticeable.

As I begin working, I will definitely get myself all the tattoos that I want because once isn’t nearly enough. I want a few more Suns and Moons, and I want a quote or two, and I definitely want a watercolour one, and a Totoro one. Maybe every year, on July 15th, to commemorate the anniversary of my first tattoo, I will get one more on my body. I anyway cannot donate blood, so why not?


Posted in Bengaluru, Me, Writing

3:45 PM Tea Time

I have been wanting to write this for weeks. Here it is, finally.

After the first week of classes in Rajajinagar (some 15 kilometers away from home) I’d found my routine and rhythm. I leave my house at 2:45 PM sharp (a few minutes early couldn’t hurt), walk to the Metro train station some half a kilometer from my home, take the 2:57 PM train, get off at Mahakavi Kuvempu Road at around 3:30 PM, walk out of the station, take a left, and the first right. Straight up that road, on the last right, in the corner was a normal chats center and a dosa camp. They didn’t look like anything special. You can see them all over the city. But something did catch my eye, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been writing.

By the end of that first week, I’d found side roads and less crowded roads with better footpaths to walk on. That’s when I’d found this place. The words “flavoured tea” caught my eye. I’d been experimenting tea for a while now. Sometimes I like black tea with a huge squeeze of half a lemon and honey. Sometimes, I like the tea that I make with cinnamon, sometimes elaichi. But I like tea, and most times, I don’t even drink it. I prefer coffee over it because there is something about filtered coffee that can never be replaced.

So, when I found this flavoured tea stall, I was, naturally, intrigued. They had a list of flavours, and that day, I decided to drink all of them. Because once you try one, you had to know how the others tasted, right?


I came back the next day. I took off my headphones while I was approaching the place, and was mentally deciding what to try. I wanted to try rose. That was decided.

Walking up to the man standing at the counter (which is really the Kwality Wall’s dabba), I smiled my small smile reserved for first encounters and asked for the flavoured tea. The man was about Pappa’s age, and he asked me what kind of tea I wanted. I said I wanted the rose one, and he asked the boy making tea at the stall. To my disappointment, it was over, and the man said he had ordered some, and they haven’t come yet. So, I had to pick another one. Which to choose?

Chocolate was, is, and will always be my first option, but I didn’t feel like it. I decided to go with mango flavour because honestly, that sounded a little revolting. The guy began preparing the tea, while the man at the counter and I began the small talk. I hate small talk, but we soon evolved from there because I was getting comfortable there. The mango tea was excellent, and after I was done, I was smiling really huge and I left for class. I had 15 minutes to walk, so I walked in my normal speed, and still got there before the teacher.

I didn’t have the class that entire week. So for the next two weeks after, I went there almost every day. And I am proud to say that I’ve tried almost all the flavours on that menu. Mango and chocolate flavours were really good, and my personal favourite was orange. I had it twice. Bourbon and peach and mixed fruit (not on the menu) were pretty okay. What I disliked most was strawberry. If I thought mango flavoured tea sounded revolting, strawberry flavoured tea was actually revolting. Never again.

That man had also told me about the famous “Dahi Puri” and “Pav Bhaji” that they serve there. I could never have it because I didn’t go back the same way I came. On the last day of class at Rajajinagar (class in Jayanagar was going to start soon), I went there after class that evening and ate the dahi puri. It filled my stomach so much that I could barely walk to the metro station. But it was indeed one of the finest dahi puri I’ve ever had. I have yet to eat the Pav Bhaji, but I will, one of these days.


The puris were filled to the maximum capacity with potatoes, and so much more, and there were two layers of the green, spicy chutney and the sweet tamarind-and-jaggery sauce. It was like an explosion of flavours in my mouth, even if I had to cut the puris in half just so I could fit them in my mouth. I also loved the fact that they julienned carrots and beetroots (which is personally don’t like) and they actually added flavour.

Will definitely go back to eat the pav bhaji. Here is the link for the whereabouts of the place.

Posted in Me, Writing

Three Years.

Today marks the third anniversary of my blogging life.

I didn’t think I’d make it this far. There were times I thought, “Chuck it, who cares? Nobody reads my blog, anyway,” but then I think, I care. I’m the one who’s writing and blogging. I’m writing and blogging for me. I’m sitting at my computer and writing/typing because I want to. I need to. It isn’t just an outlet for me, it’s part of my social life in cyber space. Looking at all the views on the map and realizing, “I didn’t even know this country existed!” to looking at the zero’s on my stats, I’ve seen it all. I’ve tried to beat myself in all aspects, and sometimes, I couldn’t. I’m still trying, though.

I’ve changed a lot since the 2nd-anniversary post. Not physically, because I pretty much look the same since maybe 8th standard in school. But I’ve changed as a person. I’ve learned to value plenty of things in life that I took for granted. I’m going to do things that I’d never thought I’d do, and haven’t done the things that I wanted to. I’ve done things that I didn’t know I could. I’ve discovered myself, over and over again. I’ve discovered that I’m a closeted introvert, and I’m more confident about my opinions. I can draw and paint better since last year, and I think I got better in writing, a tiny bit only. But that’s also progress. I’ve evolved and become a little more diverse in reading, and I’m absolutely towards non-judging people based on their appearance. When they open their mouths and talk, it’s a whole different story.

My blogging has also evolved. I try to put up more quality posts than just posts for the sake of it, as a result of which, I’ve not reached my 300 posts-milestone yet. Soon.

I’ve watched two K-drama. Plenty of movies and I’m not done yet. I don’t know why I love doing this, but I do. I can’t stop. I’ve blogged even when I was really busy during my dissertation and term paper, and I can’t seem to stop. Not that I want to, anyway.

Let’s make it to 4, and let’s hope I’m in a different city, living the life away from home.

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She Was Pretty

AKA “He became Pretty“. And “She was Pretty; he was not“. And maybe even, “She Realized Pretty On the Outside is Nothing if you aren’t happy“. But this becomes too long.

My dear Parvathi recommended this drama to me and I will forever be grateful for her and her recs. Especially this one.

K-drama is starting to become like my experiment with flavoured tea. Each one is better than the last, and indeed, She Was Pretty is so far my favourite of them all. This was absolutely brilliant. I had fun watching every single episode, and the last three were the death of me.

I understand that there are a lot of people out there who think that all love and contemporary stories, irrespective of what form they come under, whether shows, books, or movies, are the same, and one can’t expect anything different. I’ve felt that way myself countless number of times, and each time, I’ve been surprised. What I’ve come to realize is that the story may be the same genre or the same plot, but it all depends on how one is narrating the story. That’s what makes me love contemporary and love stories so amazing and that’s mostly why I love them. Also, there’s the importance given to the characters and their development. Their self-discovery is one of the major features of such stories, and they are nothing, if not inspiring, in the least.

This story is a little complicated. We have Kim Hye Jin, who used to be best friends with this chubby boy called Seong Joon something. Kim Hye Jin was very pretty kind-hearted and they were best friends. This friendship evolves into love, and Seong Joon leaves the country. Fast-forward 15 years later. On the night of her best friend Min Ha Ri’s birthday, she receives an email from Seong Joon saying he was in Korea and wanted to meet her. She’s very excited. But also scared. She’s not the beautiful girl that she once used to be. So what is she going to do?

Yes, there is a love triangle, well, more like a love quadrangle, but trust me, it isn’t the least bit annoying.

This is the basic story. It gets more and more amazing as the story progresses and it is amazing how powerful each episode is, in terms of narrating the story. There are so many different emotions that I went through watching this show, only 16 episodes long. There are surprises in every corner, anger and frustration lurking about, sadness in the background and happiness throughout, sometimes veiled, sometimes bare and out in the open. This is one drama for an emotional-comedy mess like me.

There are two songs that I absolutely love, and they’re played in almost every episode. Both are brilliant and I shall look for them at once.


I will begin with the characters.

Our main character, Kim Hye Jin, is amazing. After Seong Joon leaves, her family goes bankrupt, and her lifestyle also changes. She was still the same kind-hearted girl, only who became a woman, but she’s seen hardship. She’s seen it with her best friend Seong Joon, and later, her other best friend Min Ha Ri. I love her. She’s eccentric, enthusiastic and full of energy and life. I loved her. Everyone who’s ever met her has loved her.

Min Ha Ri is the quintessential rich girl who hangs out with changes men like clothes. But her love for Hye Jin is so pure and raw that it moved me. Even when they were on the verge of not being friends, a result of Ha Ri lying to Hey Jin, a huge lie in that, she still apologized and went back to being friends, closer than ever, because it is all about forgiving. She is so understanding and loving and becomes strong in the end that I love her and all her high heeled shoes. She patches things up with her step mother, which becomes an eye-opener for her, and she changes her life drastically.

Seong Joon 15 years later is as cute as when he was 15 years before. I love his hands, and his hair, his stupid undercut hair, when it flips down, it makes him look younger and more innocent. His and Hye Jin’s relationship 15 years later, when they get together is too much cuteness for me to handle. And I’m not just saying this. My cuteness bar is quite high and they’ve reached it. They’re as cute as puppies.

Now here’s the love of my life: Kim Shin Hyuk. This guy was the ultimate death of my and Parvathi. He is hilarious, he is cute, he is sexy, he is sassy and he is amazing, overall. He also has a secret identity, that is revealed in the end, and somehow, it all fits. He can speak really good English, as he was brought up in America (adopted by an American couple) and every time he spoke in English, I felt tingles all over. The way he falls in love with Hye Jin is so mesmerizing. He seems annoying at first, but then he becomes very endearing. And you can’t help fall in love with this character. Just thinking about him makes me feel all gooey and mushy inside. There was a moment where Hye Jin had to choose between him and Seong Joon, and when Shin Hyuk says, “Give me a chance too?” I just died. It was adorable and heartbreaking at the same time.

Hye Jin, Shin Hyuk, and Seong Joon work together in the office of The Most magazine, and the office people are really cool. My favourite among them was Sunbae Cha (I don’t know her actual name), who becomes the deputy editor-in-chief at the end of the show. She is so pretty and strong willed. I feel like I’ve seen her before somewhere. Anyway, I loved her. She doesn’t like cheesy stuff, but even then, she lets Hye Jin hug her for a few seconds before pushing her away. I think that is absolutely sweet.

No other drama has ever made me feel like this. At one point, I thought I’d combust because I feeling so much happiness all at once. 16 episodes just go by in a snap.

Posted in Environmental Rant, Me, Post crossing, Weekend Coffee Share, Writing

Weekend Coffee Share #16

The last Weekend Coffee Share I put was in May. May. I haven’t been all that busy but the thing is that, I don’t realize the importance of time when I’m this free. I just loiter away time doing mindless things like play Super Mario or Solitaire, when I could study the present course (Gender and Sexuality), study Indian Polity or even Japanese. But nooo.

Instead, I wake up at 10, eat breakfast, sit and do nothing till 2, when I have to have lunch and leave for class at 4 in Rajajinagar. The only good thing about Rajajinagar is how I’ve discovered this fabulous place which sells flavoured tea. I’ve had two so far, Mango and chocolate, and there are so many more types! After I have had all of them, I plan on writing an elaborate post. Hopefully, next weekend will be it.

I come home at around 7 in the evening. I finish my work for the day (newspaper notes and whatnot) and then after dinner, I watch something. My ongoing K-drama currently is She Was Pretty, recommended to me by the lovely Parvathi (who is currently in another city from me and having a good college life) and I only have 5 more episodes to finish. I’m freaking loving it.

Then the cycle starts all over again.

Yesterday was Ganesha Chaturthi, and it was quite low-key for us this year, because not too many people came to visit our house.

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The tradition is that we keep an idol of Ganesha, preferably made from clay, and we perform a puja for it. at the end of the day, or end of three days, or however long you want to keep it, we submerge it in a body of water. The story is that Ganesha goes back home to his mother after you’ve had him in your house as a guest.

And this year, there have been so many new types of Ganesha, in the name of creating awareness and lake clean up, including a charcoal Ganesha and seed-ball Ganesha. Pappa was skeptical about them, so went with our good old fashioned, clay Ganesha, with no paint. We’d been buying from this called Raghu for years now, and each year, the idols are as beautiful as ever.

I have no idea what I did for the past few months, especially June and July. I had something to do starting August, but otherwise, nothing. I had decided to make postcards for the Bookstagram community, but I’m failing miserably to do so. I did make a few cards, however, for the Postcrossing Society of India, and they’ve loved it. I met with some of them last Saturday, and I had fun! There are loads of opportunities for printing my designs. I don’t think I can print them, at any rate, but let’s see. I’m open to options.

Let’s see, what else?

I had met up with a few friends on my friend Salka’s birthday. And after that, on Independence day, Smriti left for Wageningen, the Netherlands, for her higher studies. Prince sent me a postcard with a cryptogram message, which I have to crack now, for which I have less than 0% ability. Let’s see. He sent me an easy one, apparently, so I shall try it soon.


Too much excitement to take a solid picture. 


The only good thing to come out of August was my weekly planning layouts. I started with a theme and developed on it. August was all grey and black, because of the monsoons. It has rained almost every night for the past two weeks. I also started a Daily Writing Planner, where I write everyday, 500 words. It went great for a few days, and I stuck to the routine, but then it fell away unceremoniously.

My best friend from school has started her masters after securing 1st rank in her final year!! I’m going to see her so much lesser. And Sam is also starting her masters in Conservation Future from September 4th. They are all growing up and I’m still here. Hopefully not for long.

August, September, and October call for a lot of festivals, so Akka has been home a lot. I’m happy that she is because I’ve missed her. On the 22nd of August, it was Howie D’s (of the Backstreet Boys) birthday, and usually, VH1 hosts a show playing all the music videos of the band. They do this for most singer/band member’s birthday, and this time, I’m glad I saw it early. I watched it with Amma, who, well, kept making fun of the videos, but I sang it out loud all alone. It was quite sad, because my sister is my singing partner, especially when it comes to the Backstreet Boys. God knows how it’ll be when I move away to study or when she gets married. She doesn’t want me to go, but I need to. For me.

I was also trying to make her jealous. She was stuck in her office, bored out of her head, and I sat all by myself and sang the Backstreet Boys’ songs.

My Japanese learning is going quite badly. I had been too distracted to study for a while, and I’m trying to get back on track. It’s not very hard, but I need proper dedication for it. Which I lack, at the moment.

Before this “break” started, I had so many plans, and I haven’t followed a single one of them. And I sort of like where this year is going. Also sort of not. I’m just becoming a lazier bug, and nobody can help that but me.


Posted in Movies, Writing

Tinker Bell series

There are totally 6 movies in the whole of the Disney Fairies franchise, and all of them are really fun to watch, even if you’re 20 and currently have nothing else to do in life.

Tinkerbell first appeared in Peter Pan, and from there, Disney decided to create a whole new set of toons and a whole new world of Fairies. In 2008, when this world was in progress for the first Tinkerbell movie, one issue of the Disney Adventures magazine (yes, it was real; they stopped it in 2010, I think. No idea why. More on that later.) contained the whole overview of the world of Fairies and it was one of the best issues ever. All the main fairies, friends of Tinkerbell were introduced and that’s how I know them so well. These movies are a treat to the eyes. I even have the VCD of the first movie to watch it at home (back when DVD players were in) and I always kept imagining myself as a fairy in Pixie Hollow. What type of fairy, I’m not sure, but definitely friends with Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell (2008) was the first of the Disney Fairies movies. I think this movie created a revolution because there is no other movie (except perhaps Finding Nemo) that is so rich and so full of life with colours and brightness and happiness. I loved the first one. We couldn’t get enough of Tink and her friends and we so wanted to go on more adventures with them.

While Tinkerbell was all about the birth of fairies, and the story of Tinkerbell and how she adapted herself into Pixie Hollow, the second movie, Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure (2009) was just one of her big adventures, featuring her friend Terence, a dust fairy. This was really fun.

Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue (2010) is the first time we see the fairies interact with humans. We already know from Peter Pan that we can’t hear what the fairies say. just jingling sounds, and Tink befriending a human girl is just amazing. And her friends trying to rescue her was the sweetest thing ever.

And after this, I think the makers just kept adding on to the story as it went, because if they had planned all the movies, then there would’ve been some connection in the previous movies.

For example, in the movie Secret of the Wings (2012), we find out more about wings of fairies (duh). But we also see that there are Spring Fairies, Summer Fairies, Winter Fairies and Autumn Fairies. I think Tink and the gang belong to the Summer Fairies, under Queen Clarion. Tink finds her sister in this. The magic behind it all is so beautifully woven together. And the joy of having found a sister was so apparent in both Tink’s and Peri’s (Periwinkle, a frost fairy) faces that it just melted my heart. We also find out more about Queen Clarion, and it is quite the shocker. Rosetta keeps flirting with this frost fairy, and it is so hilarious!

The Pirate Fairy (2014) was quite interesting, and the funniest among them all. This movie gives us insights on two things: Pixie dust and its chemistry, and the origin of Captain Hook. There might be another back story of Captain Hook somewhere, but this was satisfying enough as Tom Hiddleston voiced Hook. It was funny, and a feast for the eyes. I adored this movie.

Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast (2015). It should’ve been Fawn and the legend of the Neverbeast, but anyway. If you don’t like movies like Hachiko (which I’ve never watched) or Eight Below (which I have watched), do not watch this movie. It might be animated, but it will crush your heart into pieces mercilessly. And this was the best Tinkerbell movie ever. I’m so glad they finished it off with this, but at the same time, I feel like strangling the story writers. Akka and I watched this two nights ago, and from the second half onwards, she cried non-stop. I teared up mostly (me and my stone cold heart) but I also cried in the end. It reminded me of the Pokemon movies, Jirachi: Wishmaker and Heroes: Latios and Latias (though not as tragic).

One of the reasons why I love this “franchise” is that there is so much potential for music, and there is beautiful music all over the movies, for extra effects and such, but nobody just randomly breaks out into a song just because they felt like it, unlike some other Disney movies that I know.

The Tinkerbell movies mainly focuses on friendship and it is so amazing to watch people from all over the place, who so different from one another, to become friends. I think I love it mainly because of that, and also because I have great friends who are so different from me, we just click. I want more movies featuring every one of the characters as MCs. We have Silvermist, a water fairy; Fawn, an animal fairy; Iridessa, a light fairy; Rosetta, a flower fairy; Vidia, a wind/fast flying fairy; and our Tinkerbell, a tinker fairy. I can’t choose a favourite, because they are all so amazing in their own way. Silvermist and Rosetta are funny while Fawn and Tink are rebels. Iridessa is mostly cute, and Vidia is. . . practical. So, there’s no point in choosing one fairy, because they all make up the franchise which we all love.

  1. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
  2. Pinocchio
  3. Fantasia
  4. Dumbo
  5. Bambi
  6. Saludos Amigos
  7. Victory Through Air Power
  8. The Three Caballeros
  9. Make Mine Music
  10. Song of the South
  11. Fun and Fancy Free
  12. Melody Time
  13. The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad
  14. Cinderella
  15. Alice in Wonderland
  16. Peter Pan
  17. Lady and the Tramp
  18. Sleeping Beauty
  19. One Hundred and One Dalmatians
  20. The Sword in the Stone
  21. The Jungle Book
  22. The Aristocats
  23. Robin Hood
  24. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
  25. The Rescuers
  26. The Fox and the Hound
  27. The Black Cauldron
  28. The Great Mouse Detective
  29. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
  30. Oliver and Company
  31. The Little Mermaid
  32. DuckTales the Movie
  33. The Rescuers Down Under
  34. Beauty and the Beast
  35. Aladdin
  36. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  37. The Lion King
  38. A Goofy Movie
  39. Pocahontas
  40. Toy Story
  41. James and the Giant Peach
  42. The Hunchback of Notre Dame
  43. Hercules
  44. Mulan
  45. A Bug’s Life
  46. Doug’s 1st Movie
  47. Tarzan
  48. Toy Story 2
  49. Fantasia 2000
  50. The Tigger Movie
  51. Dinosaur
  52. The Emperor’s New Groove
  53. Recess: School’s Out
  54. Atlantis: The Lost Empire
  55. Monsters, Inc.
  56. Return to Neverland
  57. Lilo and Stitch
  58. Spirited Away
  59. Treasure Planet
  60. The Jungle Book 2
  61. Piglet’s Big Movie
  62. Finding Nemo
  63. Brother Bear
  64. Teacher’s Pet
  65. Home on the Range
  66. The Incredibles
  67. Pooh’s Heffalump Movie
  68. Howl’s moving Castle
  69. Valiant
  70. Chicken Little
  71. Bambi II
  72. The Wild
  73. Cars
  74. Meet the Robinsons
  75. Ratatouille
  76. WALL-E
  77. Tinker Bell
  78. Roadside Romeo
  79. Bolt
  80. Up
  81. Ponyo
  82. Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure
  83. A Christmas Carol
  84. The Princess and the Frog
  85. Toy Story 3
  86. Tales from Earthsea
  87. Tangled
  88. Gnomeo and Juliet
  89. Mars Needs Moms
  90. Cars 2
  91. Winnie the Pooh
  92. The Secret World of Arietty
  93. Arjun: the Warrior Prince
  94. Brave
  95. Secret of the Wings
  96. Frankenweenie
  97. Wreck-It Ralph
  98. Monsters University
  99. Planes
  100. Frozen
  101. The Pirate Fairy
  102. The Wind Rises
  103. Planes: Fire and Rescue
  104. Big Hero 6
  105. Strange Magic
  106. Tinker Bell and the Legend of the Neverbeast
  107. Inside Out 
  108. The Good Dinosaur
  109. Zootopia
  110. Finding Dory
  111. Moana

That’s 45 out of 111. Onto more!

Posted in Me, Writing

Boys Over Flowers

AKA “Boys with Handkerchiefs“. Or even “Boys with Extra Jackets to Lend to Cold Girls“. And maybe even “Boys with Too Much Money, All The Time”.

But seriously.

This is my second ever K-drama, and I like it so much. I’ve had loads of fun watching this. From feeling anger to sadness to happiness to swooning to sheer frustration, this drama has showed me and made me feel everything.

My first K-drama was “My Man From The Stars”, and there was not much in it. The story was really fun because the plot had some amaze times and funny times and shocking times, but there were fewer characters to love and NO LOVE triangles (thankfully) and hence, less angst. No going which team should the girl belong to? Which team should I root for?! But this drama has it. Most of us were conflicted, according to the comments on the website I was watching on, but slowly, people started becoming clearer about whom they want to root for.

The story is very simple. Jan Di is a middle class girl, whose family owns a dry cleaning business. One day, she goes to deliver a coat or something to a student in Shinhwa High School. Shinhwa group is the richest group of business in the whole country. And the school is meant only for those “elite Kids”, including the son and heir of the Shinhwa group, Gu Jun Pyo. Him and his gang of friends are called the F4, and are very influential. Jan Di saves this boy’s life when he was going to commit suicide in the school and then due to the media pressure and all, the chairwoman gives her a scholarship to study in Shinhwa high school. She confronts the F4 and she gets teased mercilessly by her classmates, who don’t think of her as equal, because she isn’t all that rich or pretty. Which is pathetic. She becomes a target for the F4, when she stood up against them for her “friend”. But she ends up changing their lives and hers forever and very unimaginably so.

Spoiler Alert:

Jan Di’s first love was Gu Jun Pyo’s best friend Ji Hu. I also love him so much. Ji Hu is quiet and he’s almost always there when she needs him. He’s the perfect person anyone could ever ask for and that dumb Jan Di went and fell in love with Jun Pyo. And surprisingly, Jun Pyo’s the first one to announce to the world that his girlfriend is Jan Di. He didn’t even ask her! He’s that kind of a pompous asshole. But at times, I really love what Jun Pyo and Jan Di have. Their banter is really cute! That’s what is amiss between Jan Di and Ji Hu. Which is why their relationship didn’t work out.

While Ji Hu is the sweet underdog, there’s another sweet asshole, by name Yijeong. His smile melts hearts and and he’s learned to charm the pants off of girls. Nonetheless, Ga Eul, Jan Di’s best friend, melts his heart and in the end, they get together. Him being an accomplished potter also adds to his charisma and the things he can do with his hands. His hands, goodness.

Then we have Wu Bin, who is hinted at having connections in the mafia, and as cute and sweet as he can look, he also has a very aggressive streak. I kind of like that about him.

Jan Di herself is amazing. Life hates her and makes things absolutely crazy for her. But she works through it all, sometimes on her own, sometimes with the help of her F4 friends (minus Jun Pyo at times) and with an unwavering smile. That’s why she captured the hearts of the four brilliant young men. In the last episode, during her graduation day, all the boys excluding Jun Pyo, take turn dancing with her. It was the cutest thing to watch.

There was too much drama in the middle of the whole bit which made it a little boring, but then again, how else will Jan Di and Jun Pyo conquer their love for each other?

Have you watched it? Let me know what you think! Also leave me recommendations of K-drama! Or Japanese drama. Anything really, with less than 30 episodes.