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! 

1 - thejupiterskyeshop.tumblr.com - Will you follow me there? :-)
2 - jupiterskye.com - Follow me if you aren't already.

It's Poem Time! (Sorry, I guess I lied in that last post.)

If you're being a donkey
Don't be one, she says
Be better, for your heart
For your head, cut the greys
Grasp the red, don't cut yourself
Don't cut the thread
Feel better, feel good
Kiss them tomorrow like you said
you would. Don't be dumb.
Don't be naive. Don't be crazy.
Buy him a book, and buy you a daisy.

That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles

I'm a nineties kid, by way of which I grew up then. In the nineties!
The good ol' nineties - I miss you. I can't even believe the pile of 
emotional garbage I've written here on this blog yet somehow 
it would pain me to have it deleted. It's been my friend of sorts. Is 
it silly that I worry that my paper journals will meet their fate when 
dust termites begin to attack? How will I preserve them? Here's a 
tip, if you are okay, and able to let go of your journal to junk it. Don't 
do it. As in yes, you can junk it but burn it before you do. Trust me. 
Unless you're okay with bequeathing it to someone of consequence 
whom you know will publish it when you're old/dead/dying and you 
don't really care anymore. Lesson learnt from precaution. Lightning 
strikes outside, I would have gotten poetic about it some ten years 
ago but now I'm just like, eh, whatever. I just wish I was 17 again. Like 
in that Zac Efron movie or that Eurythmics track, you know the one?

Weaving of Words + Pondering over Promises

What do you do?

Um, I write. Sometimes. Dawdle, mostly. I mean, doodle.

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Didn't you used to have a spark?

Didn't I used to have a lot of things?

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You're different. You don't want the same things anymore.

I concur!

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Can I help you?

No. I'm okay.