Tuesday 21 January 2014

Scribbling life

20.1.2014
11: 55pm

Usually I write in my room. Actually always. It's a beautiful  11 by  17 feet room, with one wall painted in red and a wall clock as a happy memory of school time hung against it. The night lamp glowing in a corner gives it a feel of a writers paradise, well at least to me. The low height bed, sorry the HUGE low height bed is where I will be found the most. There are cute lil' photo frames kept here and there, taking me back to the past. A study table and a large cupboard above is the part I seldom use. But never the less, they are regularly dusted and kept shining. Aah! My room, it's just perfect.

Alas! I have been kicked out of it and been allotted living room for the time being. Two low height deewans (my family is crazy for low height sittings, no doubt), a pc, a TV, a sound system and kitchen few steps away! Nothing to worry!  Except for the mosquitoes who somehow find a way to my face and especially my ear humming their stupid songs all night long. Such irritating creatures! And god knows what 'all-out' does except eating up my money! Hmph!
So why kicked out? I was expecting you guys will deduce. But anyway. You see I live in India and my family is very much a big fat Indian family. Guests, thus being a day to day affair.

This is the first time in the past few months that I have a time alone and no burden of editing pictures or studies. Although my eyes do feel heavy and tired plus I need to wake up early morning to hit the gym. Grr. I really envy the skinny chicks out there. A break due to exams and now I am dying of muscular spasm. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Why such partiality god! WHY! What wrong did I possibly do in past life to deserve this, haan?  I am sure all the fat women only invented the inner beauty and blah blah quotes; sayings that all the body-shody doesn't matter, it's your soul people see. But when people won't notice you only, how will they get a chance to see what's inside, haan? Huh! Sheer Dumbness!

Errrrrrrrr. Please accept my sincere apologies for the above para. Changing the topic…I had that drowning experience yesterday. I came across this page, every picture was so beautiful, I wished I had clicked it. It wasn't his photography that was killing me, but the fact that people can earn if they want to. There is a lot of scope and competition but if you are good then a bucket full of hardwork with a lil' bit of faith in yourself and a pinch of luck can do wonders. Really! I am glad that I am doing what I love. I am happy that unlike the rest of the world I am not running after GRE or CAT. My mind is constantly finding ways to improvise my photography and business skills. I felt low because there came a stagnation at one point; and I didn't quite understand how to come over it. I knew it was a part and parcel of the business world; yet being the creative soul no excitement drained out all energy I had within. Coming back to yesterdays guy, I messaged him today, and what great than a sort of compliment on my work from the very him. I am not saying he is great, but yes better than me, definitely; And what better news than the fact that they do take interns! After four people declining my request as an intern, one's whose work I really loved accepting it! 
Hurray! 
So I have plans to go to Calcutta soon. YAYiee! 

That's all that is going on in my life presently. College seems okayish and it's the end of third year; I have pretty much adjusted to whatsoever environment I get here. NO complains.
People are weird; you can't help it. 

Pakhi