❤

“Lying in bed with my lover, riding my bike, sports, happy times with my friends, conversation, learning, the earth, dirt, a beautiful repast with friends, family with wine and glorious food and happy tidings and energy and zest and lust for life. I like being in the desert, in nature, being in extraordinary spaces in nature, high in a tree or in the dirt, hanging out with my family, my sisters.”

ICYMI :: july 2015 :: jupiterskye.com

Though I try my hardest (well, sometimes) to make sure everything on jupiterskye.com unfolds like a connected story especially in terms of colours, ideas, products, themes etc. - it does not always reflect so... But I do think my work from July onwards has been tonnes better in the aspects I mentioned above - so here are some stories you might have missed seeing:

http://jupiterskye.com/2015/07/

SUPER MARIO

Featuring one of the many cards I bought at the Mario Miranda shop in Panjim, Goa (I was there, for less than a week during the month of June).

BLACK COFFEE

This is one of my nicest pieces, even if I have to say so myself! Cleverly slipped in a #LearnToDraw graphic, and waxed poetic on more than a few of my favourite coffee shops in Bombay.

THE COCOA BUTTER SOLUTION

Reviewing the Skin Therapy Oil from Palmer's that I received in my ELLE Beauty Box... I think I might be buying another bottle, soon! Smells incredible, very skin-correcting on the face area, etc.

BREAKING THE HABIT

Dispelling advice on snapping out of it, or simply learning to break bad habits with my two paise, etc. 

❤

Ariadne, by Roanna Fernandes

I thought this would be really good to document. It is one of the many things that I liked doing best... Writing stories! Jotting down notes, doodling in my journal, et cetera. Oh, and I prefer writing with gel-based pens. You know... The kind that makes your curves flawless? Or more artistic, I am not sure? I think I pride myself too much on having such ideas. It makes me feel good about myself.

Now that I have decided to make more conscious changes in my life, I feel better. The steps aren't as painful, and my shoes don't pinch my toes as much. It is important to get here, I think... It really is. I believe it so much more now. I see things clearly... Especially on a day like today. This is a token of thanks! Much as I like mazes, it is rather delightful to come out of one - battered, bruised but brighter, brilliant.

r a j k u m a r i

m u g h a l e s q u e

w a t e r

w i n d

stories - fifteen

What do you do with love that can be felt?
What do you do with love that can't be spoken of?
What do you do with love that can't be shared?
What do you do with love that can't be broken?
What do you do with love that makes your heart smile?
What do you do with love that nobody wants?
What do you with love that's just hanging?
What do you with love that's silent?
What do you do with love that's strange?
What do you with love that's bursting to be let out?
What do you do with love?
What do you do with love?
What do you do with love?
What do you do with love?

stories - fourteen

She giggled, and pointed...
You look so funny!
That hair on you...
Hahahahahaha.
Why did you get it cut like that?
He made a sad face.
You're stupid.
And you're cute.
She grabbed his hand and squeezed.

stories - thirteen

Waiting.
She was waiting.
She had been there, almost everyday.
Ordering the same cup of double espresso,
and was waiting...
She was observant.
Loved to look around.
Make up stories in her head.
She was waiting, really though.
That's all she was doing,
as she sat by herself looking at magazines.

stories - twelve

Keeping up pretenses is important, they said.

You are weak, a flower that can be crushed

easily in the softest of palms.

Be bold, a bitch, they said.

Fuck everyone in your path, they advised.

They told you your differences were your weaknesses.

You wouldn't grow.

You're too normal. You're nothing.

You haven't done anything. You're really nothing.

She thought about all of this.

Long and hard.

Long and hard.

Every damn day.

Every damned day.

The world was as fucked up,

as we left it last.

stories - eleven

Everything's bullshit.
Oh, come on.
Like you didn't know before.
Don't get attached.
Live your life, disconnected.
Everything sucks.
This is writing but it isn't
anything.
Nothing's good enough.
You never were,
You never will be.
But just live.
Fucked up as it is seems
This world we're a part of.
Breathe, for your time here
is short.
Who cares, really?

stories - ten

She told me to keep writing.
Keep writing, even when there are blocks...
Write. It doesn't have to make sense, she said.
Write, write, write, write, write.
And thoughts of him began to blossom.
I can't, she whimpered...
He's all I can think about.
So...
Write about him then.
But just please...
Keep writing.

stories - nine

she fucking hated the word quirky.
it was just sooooooooooooooooo...
you know. but why think about it?
she thought to herself. let me just...
buy my groceries, read my book
and make plans to go to new york.

stories - eight

they shared their birthday.
only she thought it was special.
weird, cool... something like magic.
he thought her to be a fool
a cute fool, but a fool...
why do you have all these weird notions?
whatever, you suck, she said and smiled.
they were going out, for the first time - tonight.

stories - seven

she was crying, again.

what shall i tell her? he thought

he was just as upset as her.

he did love her but he was afraid.

he didn't want to break himself,
anymore than breaking her.

he grabbed her hand and squeezed

she knew all she had was now.

stories - six

She asked me to tell her a story.

I tried hard to think of one.

What must I tell her?

Panic was creeping in.

I don't know how to tell stories, I thought.

But I like to read them.

And hear them...

Why am I so weird?

She wants me to begin, now.

stories - five

How do you not care about these things?

Don't know... I just don't, I guess. You shouldn't, too.

You're so cool.

Look, at one point, I felt the same way. It's difficult to explain... I get that. That feeling like nothing matters and nobody cares. It's all you. You are mildly depressed, yes. I'll help you figure it out, yeah... But sometimes things are magnified in our minds. We need to step out of our heads for a while.

I know what you mean. But it's so difficult...

Hey, you're crying... Actually, do that. 

Erm, I'm sorry, it's all I ever seem to do lately.

Get it all off of your chest... It's cool.

You're so cool.

Hahahaha! Shut up. Look, things will never seem better. Life will never be constant; we just gotta help your brain a little. Find some balance. We've got this. :-)

Okay.

stories - four

R: “... I have been sad for a long time.”

M: “Can you tell me why?”

R: “I don't even need a reason, sometimes... ”

M: “Why don't you begin with what's on your mind, at this very moment?”

R: “Thoughts. Thoughts of things. People. My life. Him and her. The future. I'm worried. Nobody cares. I'm worried I'm being narcissistic, too... ”

M: “Okay. Please continue... I'm taking more notes... What disappoints you the most?”

stories - three

There is no story.
There never was.

stories - two

Death makes me really sad. Anyone's death. People dying, in general. It just upsets me terribly... :'-(

stories - one

Baths. Ah, the sound of clean, pure foamy water filling a metal pail to its brim...

Do you how luxurious that feels? To hear that sound. And to feel that warm, clean water kiss your skin.

- - - -

I don't know where I am going with this but I thought of making up silly stories. I wish I could write a book...

With LOVE from Jessa #Girls #HBO

“I don’t like women telling other women what to do or how to do it or when to do it.”

—

Jessa

Last night.

"Everything was weird. Suddenly... I realised I hated the world less, and hated ME more. It was a conceited feeling. It didn't make me feel anything. Except a rage to destruct and destroy. Get rid of everything that I collected. Stop thinking so darned much. Do something good for a change. Not just have thoughts of things. It felt weird. These hateful feelings are wearing on me. I am trying... But I feel like things are not on my side anymore. Good forces... Karma, whatever you may call it. The nights I hate the most. Because I can't sleep and then I can't wake when morning breaks. My body fights with my brain and always win. It makes me detest my skin. This lump of flesh. I feel useless... People keep telling so. I am writing a hateful tale... I need your help. Please help me, I pray to you - everyday. Help me, please..."

Until Next Time!

Hey everyone (by everyone, I mean four people really),

Hiiii. How are you? I think I creeped some of you out last week? Or the ones actually reading this blog. I was just slightly sad. As I usually seem to be, lately. But there is a beautiful book I have been safe-keeping, for now... I'll use it soon. It's a little book of tear-out cards - SUCH A CLEVER IDEA! - and the artist is such a sweet person, too. I cannot wait enough to present the first card to someone, already. :'-)

How are you today? Is everything okay? Do you miss someone? Are you in love with someone? Tell me what that is like? Listening to a track called Perdóname by Deorro feat. DyCy and Adrian Delgado. I really like it! I feel like dancing. :-D I am sitting with Rainbow, Racile's puppy. He is so cute. I wish he was real. :'-(

Bye for now,

krypton02

:'-( x Parte Deux

He will tell you how beautiful you are, and how he loves the way your lips just beg to be kissed when you aren’t even wearing lipstick. He will remember the story of your childhood you told him at 3AM months ago. He will make promises, and never break them. He will text you back in the middle of the night, because he’s home, and not out getting drunk. He will sacrifice his happiness for yours, and he will treat you how you finally deserve to be treated.

But you won’t accept it, you will continue to question his honesty, you will wonder why it took him an hour longer to reply, you will never expect the good out of a promise. You have been so use to receiving one word responses, and pointless phone conversation, so you don’t really know how to take this. When you two go out, you watch his eyes, not only because they are beautiful, but to make sure they don’t wander to the girl’s walking around.

You will be so fucked up by the past you won’t even be able to enjoy the present, so I’m telling you, don’t let it mess with your happiness. Don’t let the jerk that broke your heart break it again without even being in your life. Because when this guy tells you he loves you, he means it, because every beat in his heart says your name, every breath he breathes, he’s soaking you in. He just wants you, and you want him too. So don’t fuck it up, please don’t. (via ynesterday)

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ

(via openmvnd)

(Source: delicatepoetry, via avatarite)

b i t t e r c h o c o l a t e l e m o n s l o v e

Let me also remind you.
Nobody will ever care more about you...
Than you.
Except your parents of course. The love stops there.
No friend, lover, nobody else - zilch.
Unless they were connected to you by an umbilical cord, too.

So just do what you gotta do.
Be what you gotta be.
People come and go. Be an animal. I'm the fluffy kind.
Disappointments sting, but being able and capable feels like sunshine on your skin.
Trust no one. Especially Ted!

12 Days: The Early Bird Chronicles

Do you know how much good it does your heart; when you’re standing on the shore of a beach and you can feel the dry but soft mica granules under your toes, warming your soles, you’re thinking things and watching the waves crash against each other and hearing the call of the ocean, and in an instant, your feet are graced with a jet of frothy, bubbly, delicious molecules of sea water? ♥ There’s no feeling quite like it! Except if you’re probably reading a book on the sand after a quick swim, letting the rays of the sun warm your bare skin and kiss your hair.

What are these feelings? Describe them, please. So… Like when if you close your eyes for too long, you miss that swish of an aquamarine fin on a glorious tail disappearing under the water – and you don’t know it now. You never do. Nobody ever does… There’s magic. Does stringing together random thoughts of beautiful people and places around us make it poetic? What is this? What are you saying? I thought you would think of a picture. Or a person! Think, now. Everything’s magic. Incoherence of speech is an ailment common among us ocean folk. Breaks us down, and builds us up again. Sandcastles, in reverse…

Scatter your thoughts about… And, begin again. Feel the vibe of the ocean as it calls out to you, as it asks for you to seek its treasures. Look for the little shells, the really tiny, textured surface ones…They’re a creamy colour! What do you think? How many hexadecimal codes of the colour blue is the sky made up of? Have you ever thought of that? Which is the constellation you look for, when you look up in to the inky sky after the sun has set, and the beach is eery, beautiful, calm, and seems like it’s whispering; can you smell that?

Did you do that, ever? Erm, you know… Fill a bottle with a paper scripted with a beautiful thought, and fling it into the ocean? Why haven’t you done that? Actually, I haven’t – either. I will, soon! Did you leave silly messages in the sand? Write someone’s name down? :-) Randomness is good, it makes you feel things… Listen to the call of the ocean. The waters are beckoning you, closer… One step, yes, that’s it. Two steps… Ooh, it’s chilly! Ah, but it feels so nice. There, you set it free… Farewell, dearest.

With a Little Friendly Intervention from Minila Louisa...

A few more: 

Own your success and never apologise for it. Never leave till you leave like Sheryl Sandberg says.
Don't let anyone and I mean anyone tell you what you should do or rather are expected to do with your life or whom you should marry. Take their advice but pick the stuff you want to stick with. There are things worth fighting for; and not getting married or taking up a job for the money because it doesn't feel right are two damn good things worth fighting for.
Marriage and job success are over rated. Money? I don't really know...
Screw the need to be a nice girl. Be a good human being first...and wear those back showing, cleavage bearing clothes and go places anyway.
Don't take sexist shit from no one; no aunties, no mommies and no grandpas or moral policeman or cocky colleagues either. Stand up for yourself, your womanhood and your right to not give a fuck about things, and make no apologies about that either.

- all views are her own, Minila Louisa for you.

Minila Louisa has been my best friend for the past 10 years. Actually, a little bit more than that. When Minila isn't working, she spends her free time whipping up delicacy after delicacy - red velvet desserts being one of her specialties or sipping on tea (she could have concocted) by an open window overseeing nature in all its grand splendour; she also likes to play the fool, and fall in love with randomness. Her favourite dish is the red sauce pasta at Moshe's, well it's certainly one of her favourites. Our equation? We have had our ups and downs, but I've been pulled out of my shell constantly by her. READER: Wow, this sounds like a dedication! Are you sure this is just an introduction to your writer friend? Well yeah, I suppose I got carried away. Sorry. Wait, for what. I take it back, I'm not. 

The Secret

Hiiii. Imma let you in on something! First of all, I don't really know where IMMA came from. Sorry. there's no secret, kids. No secret. I actually wish I recorded what Minila and I (have I written that, correctly?) talked about that night because it was good stuff. Challenging stuff. Things that we wish we told our friends or ourselves a long time ago. Anyway, fuck that, we're telling ourselves now, right? There's a start and it's good. Oh, it's good.

1. Do everything that you want.
2. You don't need to have an AMBITION. It's so over-rated. Be ambitious about things but there is no end goal. No pinnacle of success (not negatively, somewhat realistically). You could be happy, too. That's success right there, friends! :-)
3. There is no set age for anything. People made that stuff up.
4. Society is a horrible word. Yep, continue to hate it.
5. Keep your maiden name, ladies. You shouldn't have to change your name mama-papa-gave-you to D'Souza-Pereira or anything after you get married**, keeeep your name (whole) if you like... #JustSaying*
6. We're mostly similar to our parents but we're termed a selfish generation. I know I am, but am I? Am I, really? For just wanting things differently, wanting to live for myself first? :-) #ToneWasntImpliedTheToneIsActuallyPassiveHereNotAggressive
7. I'm out of points. If Minila comes over, or I go to her place - I shall ask her to continue writing here under her real name as Minila Louisa.
8. Wait, I remembered something! Don't say yes to anything: people, projects etc. if you are not happy or you feel the shivers. And if you do, and you are in, there is no set pattern of doing things. Well, d-uh!
9. Cut out the toxicity. I'm letting go of Facebook, it's my self-inflicting Avada Kedavra curse that bounces off the screen directly into my heart whenever I'm on it. I die, and go back again. Like Fawkes. That's kind of dumb, na?
10. I miss eating goooodies from boxes of Al-Baik chicken and fries. :-(

P.S. Life doesn't suck, sucking on a lemon sucks - my mouth gets all crinkly and my eyes get squint-ish. I've been getting up early everyday, at 6.30-45 am (for two days straight) and I am doing more with my life. I am working on plan to earn more $$$$ but let us see how that turns out. Wish I could print my own money!

*Wait, how could I have been so non-secular? Well, Muniz-Ahmed, or Ahmed-Fernandes or Patel-D'Souza, or Patel-Malhotra.
**You could avoid getting married altogether. It's not something you just do. Get married if you really want to. If you don't, it's cool too. Why the fuck do you want to throw a party for fools, anyway? You're celebrating having a partner or not. And being with a partner doesn't mean you ought to have it on paper. Basically, do whatever you want to do. It's your life. Sorry, am I making terribly stupid points here? Wow, everything is just so two-sided.

Hello...

So... I finally bought meself a drawing tablet. Wowza-worthy! Am I right?! I think I am glad that I am doing thing right this year: Two of which are, securing membership at The Body Shop, and buying this baby! All I hope for now is that it brings me a loooot more work. And projects! I will feel more blessed than ever, oh yeah.

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DAAAAMN! :’-) He/she is forever mine; I was so exciiiited to order this! Even felt so good, because I had kept putting it off for the past two years… (Remember?) And of the fact that I ordered it in January, I know I keep saying this but I do LOVE fresh starts. Okay, so I didn’t go all the way… This is probably a good enough version for all the doodlers out there, and will help me most suitably during crazy projects when hardcore drawing is of essence – up until now, I have been dedicatedly using the PEN TOOL on Photoshop, yes, just that – so you can imagine what a task it has been.

Okay, a quick couple of things! This is not a review, because I’ve barely used it (or explored its crannies) to tell you everything you need to know… But I will venture some information for you! I asked a lot of people this past year about drawing tablets/was given good advice/still felt confused/went with my gut on this one, and it seems extremely similar to the one those girls at A Beautiful Mess seem to be using…

This tablet (CTL-671/K0-C) is from the One series by Wacom, cost me exactly Rs. 8,175 – bought it from Flipkart so it reached me within four days of ordering it online, possesses an active drawing area of about 8.5 X 5.3 inches… That’s good enough for me! Very light in weight, and relatively compact in size; I do want to pick up a sweet cover for it to protect its surface. Do you have any recommendations for me?

P.S. As you can tell, my drawing curves are not perfect, I will have to practise soooo much! And the pen feels very simple to use, the surface is sandpaper-ish for a better grip on scribbling, I suppose… Do you have any questions? I should actually be asking if yougaiz have advice/suggestions for me on its use! Would appreciate it. Lots of LOVE! And a very special mention to the STRUT120 girls… They know why!

Shairi Sundari - Lajawaab Lahiri

मुझे हिंदी में बात करना पसंद करती हूँ।
देखो ना कैसे आरा हैं यहाँ पे, बहुत खूब ना
और क्या हाल आहें आपका जी, में तोह अभी
कुछ मूवीज देखरे हो जैसे की २ स्टेट्स हाँ।

2015

We're in the year of now or never... We really are! It doesn't matter if you are 17, 19, 21, 23, 24, 37, 31, 32, 34, 40 or 42 and are reading this. You are not old. Time is passing you by... As infinite as the universe, travelling faster, every second... There's no escaping the rest of your life. Don't be afraid. I am slightly but taking one step at a time. #BraveFaceON! 

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