Trigger

She couldn't care less.
She wished him dead.
She pulled the trigger
And blew up his head.

Bombay ♥

It's been seven long years since I came to live in this crazy city. City of dreams, as many call it so. I never thought when I first learned that I'd be studying in Bombay that a city like this would grow on me. I didn't have the slightest inclination of what to expect. Of course, I had heard many stories. Crazy stories. Like you shouldn't wear jewellery on the train for fear of your ears or hands being cut off. Murders. The rains. Strangers who could be axe-murderers or kidnappers or worse, rapists. So much. I didn't think too much of it all.

My first year was the longest. I just moved into the hostel - this was the first time I was to actually live alone. That dawned upon me. It made me feel helpless, hate my parents for leaving me here and I was so upset. My first night at the hostel was a whole bunch of snot and sniffles as I cried silently under my blanket in my room. The days after that were different; each new, each teaching me something I never knew before. I met people. Good people. Bad people. The most I was influenced by and truly adored: Nandini Velho, Rubika Liyaqat. These two were my roommates and the two people from whom I learnt the most. I learnt to be independent, to do my own thing and somewhere down the line, I discovered me. Me, the shy girl in school, quiet with no real friends. I found that I had more to me than I ever thought. I loved my journal, my journal was my best friend in the hostel. I learned that I loved to write. I loved the arts. I loved travelling in the trains, I loved exploring the suburbs and areas in town. I loved who I was blossoming into. I grew proud of myself.

And all while that was happening, I fell in love with the city. The people were such an eclectic mix. I learned so much from each and every person that I encountered.

My seven years in Bombay have been crazy, eventful, sad and happy and definitely something I'd never like to easily forget. It taught me so much. I grew up and the city grew on me.

Much as now I feel the need to move elsewhere, to discover a new city and learn it all again, Bombay will always be my favourite city. There's nothing like it and once you've lived here, it becomes a part of you just as you become a part of it too.

Bombay, that's what it shall always be to me. Nothing more, nothing less.

It's home.

♥

Jupiter Skye ♥

Here's the thing. So I haven't been able to really write so much at work or complete any of my articles on time. I just can't seem to get the space and frame of mind right to do that in the office. However, the good news is that I've been writing more frequently on Jupiter Skye. :-) I really wish I had enough of money, you know. Like act in a lame-ass movie, earn a truckload of money and then invest it in my future! I would really love to do an art program in Paris for a short period and then intern and write at a fashion magazine in New York. With my new editor on board, I really think I'm learning a whole lot more. Something as basic as reading the newspaper (which I never used to do before) is something I really look forward to everyday! Yup, it's an exercise my boss has stated that we keep up with. Anyway if you guys do happen to check my new blog out, let me know what you think. I'm so excited with fashion these days and even though I'm broke most of the time, I still find myself splurging on anything and everything that catches my fancy! Oh well, one life :-)

Bunch of Lies

So everyone's a bunch of MCBCs. Thank you, world for re-iterating my faith. Really. I wanted to forget and let you back in but you just stabbed me in the back. Merci. Never ever again. Fuck the fuck off.

P.S. catch a grenade and die.

Travel

4 months in Paris - exploring, sipping their coffees, eating their baguettes, painting, learning basic conversational French, meeting artists, The Louvre, Eiffel Tower;

Greece - exploring, visiting temples, museums, shopping, mythology;

New York - taking up a writing/art program, a magazine internship, commuting, Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, shopping, living there.

♥

Soleil Moon Frye

If we're all going to die, it only makes sense that I revise what I need to be doing.

* Concentrate on fashion-writing via Jupiter Skye
* Get the 'Liebe' tattoo and colourful stars
* De-virginize self
* Write a book
* Have a fist fight
* Date more men
* Intern at a fashion magazine
* Go to New York & Paris
* Get a BBW!
* Make out (et more) with Johnny Depp
* Make Rosecraft happen

Bite Me :-)

This is the only other time when I can say, 'Bite me' with a smile across my face and not mean to sound nasty. What do you think of my illustration? Cute, na? I've been so caught up in my head to even think of writing here. In other and happier news, the fashion blog is getting updated on a better frequency (and I'm really hoping that it comes in handy for when I have to apply to fashion mags). Happy March, kids!