Showing posts with label summers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summers. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 July 2015

A Moody Swing

There is no reason why she is doing what she is doing, but she is doing it anyway.
Much like the whirlpool of her many moods.

When she is not being a total nuisance and destroying perfectly aligned patterns and cutlery, she is too busy being grumpy.

Why? Because she doesn't know.
Because she looked up at the sky one night and saw a shooting star but couldn't think of anything to wish for.
Because she has a good man who loves her in a way she dint think she would ever be loved.
Because she has too many secrets she can't keep track of.
Because she could have been Harry potter, but bargained for JK Rowling and hard back covers instead.
Because she likes to mourn in a room crowded with happy people.
Because she misses the sweet sound of landlines and cycle bells.
Because she talks to her dad too often but words don't come out.
Because she wants to take home every dog passing her by, but she doesn't know where home really is.
Because she falls in love with people with raging frequency but never wants to know their name.
Because a kind face smiled at her in the subway, exactly the way her reflection does.
Because the world dint crumble at her feet.
Because nothing ever makes sense,and that's the only time it actually makes sense to her. 

Because she travels to the hills, just to sit and stare at the valley below.

Because there is nothing that lets her down except her own fleeting versions of reality. She is smart enough to know this, yet she writes like this.

No, she is not PMSing, cos if she were, it would be the longest PMSing in the history of PMSing. Nor is she depressed. Depression is a curse of the class of people who never smoke pot. Teehee.

I think she is just a little bit of this life and little bit of the life she dreams of, and every day swings between the two, trying to be in two places at once.
Most days she succeeds, dancing to her moody swing.





Credits to the outrageously talented Sangit Ghorpode of Think Freak. He is an Ace photographer, Artist, Conceptualiser,Director and video editor. Phew! That's too many mad skills in one person. What a blast i had shooting with this genius boy.
See more of his exceptional work here: https://sangitghorpade.wordpress.com/Subscribe to his YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCduCBZRDoyeXxmaZ6DlNUvg/feed

Here are a few behind the scene/behind the madness shots. :D












My Main man- Mr.Ghorpode

I am wearing:
Next
Zara
Chemistry 

Shopnineteen
Vajor
Forever 21



Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Work it Boss

"Don't play the odds.
  Play the man."
               - Gabriel Macht aka Harvey Specter



I have been working for several years now. Working for a living I mean.
The transition from being a person to a professional wasn't an easy one.

There was this one person I always feared.
That person was around me constantly; at presentations, interviews, reviews, conference room, quite possibly everywhere I was trying to break a professional sweat.

She was an uninvited shadow, always bigger than myself, always daunting and commanding.
I would instantaneously feel weak in her presence, reduced to meek efforts to redeem myself.

I was never myself around her, she was like my professional step-sister. Never on my side.
She made sure to turn work into an insipid job, I felt like a slave to her.

You know that feeling when your boss suggests something that will lead to a 'meteoric' rise on the success graph but is actually a plan set to doom, and your insides want to just shout out a 'No' with wild fervour?
She made sure my head would only nod in agreement along with the room full of sycophants with shifting loyalties. People so manufactured and fake, that if I replaced them with blow-up dolls, the office would function perfectly for a year without anyone ever finding out!

I don't know, what was it about her, but I was subjugated by her invisible strength.
From there on, saying yes to my seniors when I really want to scream out a vehement 'no', complying to baseless rules that have no place in the bay, sharing my point of view which was really the managers view, became normal place.

I'd be lying if I said that I din't gain anything out of it.
She had her ways to compensate.

I received the occasional pats on the back, and the seniors would offer the idea of packaged dreams during reviews.

But this was short-lived. I had become 'them'.
My ability to remain undeflected in purpose and unswayed by criticism was giving up on me.

The individual of integrity that i once knew myself to be had now become a furniture in the corporate living room.
Before i realised, i was drinking out of their palms.
Caving in to the disgusting cocktails my managers loved at office parties, announcing my betrayal to my beloved Ballentine's!
This had to be the last straw.


I had to put an end to this.
I had to confront her and ask her to leave me alone.
I couldn't possibly let her rule me and take away my spark.
She needed to go.


I took her to the restroom, the perfect place for confrontations. You know it. We have seen Suits and Ally Mcbeal.
I stood across the mirror, my hands pressed on the the basin slab.
I stared at my reflection. My professional tormentor was none other than my fear of rejection and my inhibition.
She was me and I was her.
There were no words spoken, just a silent gaze of agreement.
An agreement to not be a sheep in the herd any more.


And so it all changed.
I walk in to work everyday now, fearless and sure.
My integrity and my passion is my Suit, and I always dress to kill.

I am the boss of me now. And so should you be.
Stay True. Leave an impression.

*Inspired by Gabriel Macht's character in Suits and his recent campaign for Ballantine's.
Both exquisitely fine! :P





















I am Wearing:

Oval Shades: Faballey
White top: Forever21
Metallic Neck Piece: Sarojini Nagar
Stole: Goa flee market
Palazzo: Sarojini Nagar
Watch: Cartier
Slip-on Flats: Forever21