I got a plant recently. As is common knowledge, plants need water and sunlight to grow. Since I don’t exactly have the luxury of sunlight for myself—spending my days cooped up in dark rooms in front of a computer (yes, that’s literally how I make my money)—I figured it would be just as hard to get it for my plant. So I bought one that can survive without sunlight, only on water.
Now, I knew plants need water, but no one told me how frequently to water it. I watered my plant like one would take medicine—two times a day. As people with common sense would expect, my plant died soon due to excess water.
This incident made me realize that every plant needs a different quota of water and sunlight. And also, that I am not ready to become a plant mother yet.
Looking back, I see how this rule applies to humans as well. Every person has their own quota of emotions. Some need a little love, some need attention, and some do better with a stick banged on their head.
As someone who is bad at relationships but good at observing them, I’ve realized this is where most of us fail. We treat people on the basis of our own quota. We advise when all they need is for us to listen. We tell them to “just deal with it” when what they want is encouragement. We smother them with love when what they crave is freedom.
We sulk and despair, wondering why we are not enough for them—why they don’t see that we’re giving everything a person could ask for. But this notion is based on our perception of what a person wants. We rarely question our own ideas, thinking they are universal. But they’re not. Earth has billions of people, and the most wonderful thing is that we are all different. Our needs and wants are different.
So how do we know what people want? Observe them. Listen to them. Shed your own beliefs, logic, and ideas. People are not creatures of logic—we are creatures of emotion. Meet others where they are, not where you want them to be.
There are lots of definitions of love out there, but here’s mine: to be loved is to be seen.
It’s been an eternity! The last time I wrote something here was a little over two years ago, and it feels unnerving and exciting at the same time to be back. So much has changed since then, and I feel my head is reeling from the enormity of it. During that time, I was a student doing her utmost to navigate the uncertainties of life amidst the dystopian background of a pandemic. Today, I am part of the working crowd, trying my best to hide the impostor syndrome that threatens to reveal itself at any given moment. The thing that hasn’t changed is this ever-present feeling of tangle that is now very much a part of me.
Gone are the days when I was content with swiping my fingers across the same three apps on my phone, musing how the world—or at least my country—could be a much better place if only I were the national advisor to the prime minister. Now, I find myself anchored to a laptop, striving to impress my manager with my killer work ethic, even though they may not consider it come appraisal time. At least it pays.
I believe I’m speaking for all of us when I say I never aspired to be like the adults I saw while growing up. My biggest dream was to live in a tiny studio apartment that I could rent and cook my own meals while pursuing a job that I love. Here’s a game of 2 lies and 1 truth for you — guess which one has come true? Due to several instances of laziness and disinterest in studies that I constantly displayed during my ignorant student life, I find myself stuck with a job that cannot afford me a studio in one of the most expensive cities in the country. The most fascinating detail is that I dislike this said job. So, the only truth is that I am cooking my own meals, well, mostly. If you are a student, those textbooks should be looking really nice right about now.
I am keenly aware that I have portrayed my life as rather glum, and, for the most part, it is. Spending most of your time where you don’t want to, all the while observing other people’s accomplishments through the small window they present on the internet, only adds more salt to the wound. What do we do now? Where do we go? Is there any way out?
Major life decisions demand a lot of courage. Changing cities, jobs, or your major at school—all of these require you to be unequivocally sure about what you want in life. However, your buddy right here has never been sure of anything, and I’ve made no secret of it. I’ve never taken a decision for myself because that would mean confronting myself, so I’ve let others make those choices for me. As you might expect, the results haven’t been that great.
I believe every person has a struggling phase when they give their all to make life more enjoyable, or at least convenient, for themselves. I consider this to be that phase for me. There’s pain that you need to take on at every stage, and if you avoid it, it comes back to you multifold later on. In hindsight, the biggest mistake I made was being too in love with my potential. I knew I was smart and could achieve whatever I wanted. The only problem was, I thought I could achieve it without putting in any effort.
As luck would have it, I learned my lesson the hard way. You have to earn your stripes in life. Even nature emphasizes that potential energy alone does not accomplish tasks; it becomes useful when converted into another form of energy or work. You have to be a buffoon to think you would be any different.
Good for me, I have always been a sore loser. Accepting defeat does not come easy to me, and this time I have hit a losing streak. And, hey, I would be damned if I don’t take this bull by the horns now. After all, success means nothing if it isn’t hard to get, right Casey?
This year has been ruthlessly brutal to me. I was forced to confront the decisions that would inevitably shape my future, only for me to come out as confused as ever. The pressure to make the most appropriate choices left me with sleepless nights but somehow, I still managed to mess up everything. Feelings of defeat, inferiority, and stress plagued my every waking thought and the blow to my self-esteem had me gasping for air. It is times like these that make you grateful for nature’s constant ability to change. I am glad that I can finally say, the worst has passed.
My papa always says that pain is a signal to correct yourself, to make things right again. My summer might have turned into a script for nightmares but my winter has come with a promise of newfound wisdom. I have discovered things about myself that I conveniently slipped under the rug and have filled my arsenal with gems taken from social media (don’t give me that look).
I believe everyone has their own journey and some things are better learnt when experienced firsthand, but I am feeling benevolent today so let me share my enlightenment with you and save you some time that you can use in other productive things (like a Netflix marathon).
Yup, you read it right. This one comes straight from YouTube influencers’ guide to becoming the next Buddha. I have never been sure of anything in life. I delay making decisions until the very last minute or until someone else decides for me. I have always thought of this as the biggest weakness of mine but guess what? Turns out I am one intelligent gal!
We become confused when we are capable of assessing a situation correctly. We see the situation for what it is, a glass half full and thus, half empty. Everything has its pros and cons and we become confused when we see the cons. Why would you ever decide on something which has the slightest possibility of making you miserable? The tricky part is that everything is going to feel the same way and this leads us to indecision. Solution? Whatever. The best thing about life is we always get second chances. Make a choice that gives you the space to grow and work with what you have. We might make it later than others but make it we will.
Thought does not lead to clarity. Engagement does.
I have spent a huge chunk of time thinking of possibilities for my career. At different points in time, I wanted to be a teacher, singer, dancer, scientist and a writer. I still want to be all those things and I realize it’s very much possible, just not in the way that I thought. I might not sell out entire stadiums for my concerts but I can still break into singing every time I want (I actually got a nice voice). My readers might not be of the size of a small country but I can make someone feel better through my musings. Start engaging with your ideas. Who says you are not something because you are not making millions from it? Don’t waste your time dreaming about a better life and even better opportunities. You will find the thing that fits you just right. Until then, try everything!
Live.
For something so cliché, it drives me crazy how much we speak about living and being alive than simply doing it. Most of us are just surviving, waiting for the purpose of life to reveal itself one fine morning. Well, spoiler alert! Not happening. I am guilty of doing this myself and it sucks big time. We are living life like we got another hundred in store, like we are not completely clueless about what tomorrow can bring. You can’t put living on the back-burner just because you are not ready for it, because you have problems to solve first. There will never be a time when you will be completely free of them. Life has a way of passing us by when we are not looking. Shake things up. It will take patience, effort, and probably a while but it beats remaining stuck, any day. Act on things rather than putting them on your to-do list. The golden word is today.
That’s it. The three principles that I am basing my life on from now. It’s a gift to be young and have all the time and internet at your disposal. Use it. Get into the library of your life and pick the book(s) you want it to be. Or simply write a new one!
Recently someone I follow on Instagram put up a story asking a question- What do you do when you feel ugly? Simple enough, isn’t it? Except that nobody wants to answer it because we don’t want to acknowledge or show we ever felt that way. Until then, I had never considered that I can control the way I feel towards such a situation but as I wrote my reply to the question, I realized that I already do have a method. Writing it out, as it does for everything, helped me clear my head on how I perceived my physical appearance.
It’s no secret that everything we are today is shaped by our past. Reading this question jolted me back to the days that have created my current perception towards myself. Cue, a memory trip ahead.
I grew up very insecure of my looks. I have a really broad forehead (think Rihanna) and if I do the mistake of sweeping all my hair backwards, it would give you an illusion of a bald person from afar. On the list of things I wanted to change about myself, somehow changing the width of my forehead topped. Through the years my self-doubt changed into a crushing lack of self-confidence. I imagined my forehead to be the only thing that people noticed about me. In high school I was bullied about it endlessly and mercilessly, because if you walk around like a puppy waiting to be kicked people will be all too happy to do it. And they did. People who claimed to be my friends joked about my “biggest flaw” in front of others because apparently they had got a sense of humor I couldn’t fathom.
On my very bad days I cried about my “defect”, asking God why I couldn’t have something that was so insignificant for others (you don’t exactly hear people complaining about their forehead). My sense of self was completely skewed. My pride was in shambles and my self-worth lied shattered on the floor, right beside my beliefs.
Even if it didn’t seem like it at that time, high school did get over and I entered an all-girls college. All of a sudden I was thrown into this estrogen-pumped world filled with determined, motivated and talented young girls and I couldn’t help but feel liberated. Self-confidence doesn’t necessarily start inside. Sometimes it starts with the rest of the world and leads back to you. College was the place where I learnt that the most desirable body part I have is in-fact my head , because my mind resides there (imagine my shock, all those tears for nothing!). Nobody can take away from you what you decide to put up there. For the first time in my life I could clearly hear my thoughts, I could form my own opinions and separate them from all the noise. Slowly yet firmly, I kickstarted a journey of becoming my own person.
Every time I look at social media (an ashamedly large amount of time), I see all these people with abundant filters and distorted pictures trying to sell out the idea of a perfect body type. Kylies and Kardashians of the world telling you about the perfect way to attain a hour-glass or a thick or thin figure (are we studying geometry or something?). There are legions of people who follow them like gods to achieve this absurd American dream.
When we think about our potential life-partner, we don’t think that they might be on the fatter side, a little hairy, not tall enough or with a dusty complexion. We grew up believing in Romeos who are so shallow that they forget the love of their lives the first time they lay their eyes on a prettier Juliet. We want to grow our hair as long as Rapunzel waiting for someone to climb it up and reach us. We are waiting for a prince who can’t recognize the Cinderella in us after an entire evening spent together, and has to resort to fitting her left- behind shoe. We are so lonely that our idea of love is based on our fear of being alone for the rest of our lives. Not finding a partner who looks good enough to showoff to the world like a trophy is seen as a failure. How can someone expect us to think about anything else when all we are taught is to look presentable? We are sold to a shiny world where no one cares about what’s beneath the surface. All these multi-billon industries feeding on that one voice in our head constantly telling us that we are not good enough.
So what do I do when I feel ugly? My answer is nothing. I wallow in that feeling, allowing it to consume me. But all that while, I remind myself that this is just a temporary thought and I won’t feel like this forever, or even tomorrow. I don’t owe anyone to be pretty but I do owe myself to be true to who I am. Who cares if a bunch of people don’t spare me a second glance? It tells me more about them than it does about me anyways. You might not be on your way to win Miss World anytime soon, but if you give up on life because of a few bullies life throws at you, you are not even winning at being a person. And that‘s just a shame. Your body is not valuable because it is desirable to others, its valuable because you live in it.
The best pictures are not the ones where you look your best, they are the ones where your smile is the broadest, in all its goofy glory. When your eyes are glinting with happiness and something that seems vaguely like acceptance. So chin up folks, or the crown slips!
Here’s to loving our imperfect perfections, from this year to the next. (2020 is ending!)
Hola Fellas! Long time no see? Well some of us have a life, how about you try that? (Alexa play The Next Episode)
I have to admit, the thought of scribbling gibberish came to me a number of times in the past few weeks but there was a tiny glitch in these accidents, they all came to me in shower and anyone who knows anything worth knowing knows that shower thoughts amount to drunk texts: they are not to be acted upon. But since I have gotten a short respite from my grueling schedule of stressing about everything and doing nothing about it, I am ready to write bastard little sentences and make it everybody else’s problem. Be ready comrades!
This year has been about endings and beginnings. I had to find a new institution for my further academic certification because apparently my under graduation has ended (or has it ended me?). The most important thing you need to know about this entire process is it’s tiring. Preparing for entrance tests that you know you will most probably fail is a feat not to be taken lightly. The thing is even though you know the chances of success tend to zero because of your astounding ability to focus on almost anything apart from studies, failure is still a hard cookie to crack. When failure strikes you, you are suddenly washed over by a wave of self introspection and once again you ask yourself, “I really ain’t shit huh?”. Then begins the search for the most popular and relatable quotes to paste all over your social media, scrounging Spotify for sad songs that make you feel sadder, hunting 100 best ways to host a lavish pity party and reading and listening to inspiring stories that tell you how Oprah Winfrey was fired from a job at 23 and that is miraculously supposed to reassure you.
Even after trying all these tactics, every night when the world sleeps and you are left with your thoughts (a really dangerous predicament if you ask me), your heart cracks a little bit. All the pain you tried to numb threatens to come back with double the force and swallow you whole. “Why am I not enough?” ,“I have the IQ of a panda”, “My reputation will now go down like Niagara falls” , the voice in your head starts roasting you worse than a chicken. All our life we are told that success is the most important thing in our life, and I totally agree. I don’t want to be 50 and still riding a two wheeler. What we are not told is that failure is not the end of it. Those inspiring stories may not bring you out of your misery but they are all true. Failure does not mean that you are incapable in any way. That you lack the strength, will power or intelligence to achieve success. Failure only tells you one thing, that you didn’t put in enough efforts to succeed. It’s never a question of can you do it?, it’s always a question of will you do it?
Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or cannot do. People love to put others in a box and keep them there. Have the courage to come out of these boxes. Have the courage to change. If you really want something, you need to work to get it. That’s the ultimate success mantra.
In the words of Samuel Beckett, “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
Here comes the new year! Whether it will be happy or not is entirely up to you. It’s been a year since 2020 started and the world as we knew it tilted on its axis and then stopped rotating altogether. The events we have witnessed this year are enough to fill a dozen books and have the potential to become a historian’s euphoria or headache one day, depending on the way you see it. To say that times are tough would be the understatement of the century. We are grappling with every issue under the sun, economic crisis, climate change, inequality, you name it.
When we talk about our problems, seldom do we acknowledge our mental state. Our notion of health is narrowed down to our physical health and we continue to be ignorant of how our minds are holding up. Every time someone tries to touch on this subject, they are hushed into silence. An unhealthy mental health is considered a sign of weakness. It’s seen as a person’s incapability to lead a normal life.
The stigma and discrimination attached to mental health problems is disheartening. If you are suffering from a mental illness, you are considered to be a lesser person. People stay away from you because they don’t want to contract the “crazy”. It’s this fear of judgement and exclusion that prevents people suffering from mental illness from seeking the much-needed help and treatment.
Depression is one of the most common mental health disorders. Globally, more than 264 million people of all ages suffer from depression.More women are affected by depression than men. Depression is usually stereotyped as feelings of extreme sadness. It is usually thought of as short-lived emotional responses to everyday challenges. People with depression are likely to hear phrases like “This is just a phase”, “You are not trying hard enough”, “You are being lazy”, “You have nothing to be sad about!”, “You are being ungrateful”, and so forth. There is a massive misinformation about Depression and this is precisely the reason we need to start conversations about it.
It’s hard to explain what Depression is. It’s like a tree which takes roots in your brain and clouds your thinking, and it’s a dark cloud. It fools you into thinking that your life has become devoid of colours and all you see is blacks and greys. Depression can often be attributed to a combination of a number of recent events and other long-term or personal factors. Factors such as genetic vulnerability, severe life stressors, substances you may take (some medications, drugs and alcohol) and medical conditions can affect the way your brain regulates your moods. But for the most part, this illness is illogical. You may have a sound financial status, a loving group of family and friends, a great career and suddenly it’s like someone has pulled the plug and all you can see is darkness. You are thrown into an alternate universe where everything ceases to exist. You go through the motions but you feel like a mere spectator as your life plays out in front of you.
Depression is not a single illness. It’s a package deal. Anxiety, loneliness, restlessness, numbness, detachment, the list goes on. It’s crying on the bathroom floor for hours for no apparent reason. It’s sleeping for an entire day because reality is too much to bear. It’s cancelling all your going-out plans in favour of the piercing stillness.
In the worst cases, Depression leads to suicide. There comes a point where you get exhausted. Tired of drowning and never making it to the surface, no matter how hard you try. There’s nothing left to think. There are no memories of the past and no dreams of the future. The only thing that seems important is the impenetrable urge to end all the pain and the suffering. Eventually, you decide to close the curtains.
Not every case of Depression results in a death. People get treated, go to therapy and the fortunate find support and understanding from their loved ones. Some people have to endure it their entire lives because they are discouraged from speaking about it out loud. The first step in curing an illness is accepting its existence. You can’t cure a disease if you refuse to accept its being. The journey from acceptance to a therapist is a long one. It is made harder because of society’s unawareness, distorted views and straight out arrogance.
What we need now, more than ever, is compassion. We need to recognize that a little empathy and sensitivity on our part can go a long way in saving someone’s life. We need to make conscious, deliberate efforts to inform and educate ourselves in order to break taboos and stereotypes. We have to unlearn the discriminatory practises we have been taught and start seeing this illness for what it is. Don’t dismiss someone’s voice just because it makes you uneasy or uncomfortable. Look around you. Check in with your people. Sit with them and pay attention. Listening to someone with a mental illness can be a cathartic and affirming step in their healing process. While you are at it, don’t forget that you are a someone too. Don’t forget to check in on yourself. You don’t have to be mentally ill to worry about your mental health.
If you are someone with a mental illness, reach out. There’s no denying that it can be extremely difficult and intimidating. But you will never know if you don’t try. You owe yourself a healthy life. Don’t take away the possibility of the myriad dreams that life can be just because you are afraid. Right now, you might not be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel but I promise you it is there. We all are destined to die one day. Why not give life a chance while we still can? Don’t lose hope. It gets better. If it’s not happy, it’s not the end.
Depression doesn’t go away on its own. It needs to be fought actively. But it doesn’t mean that the people who are experiencing it have to do it alone. We can all fight it together. Here’s to committing ourselves to growth and betterment. It’s time.
For someone who is not a writer, I sure do get a lot of writer’s blocks. It’s been a while since I last wrote, long enough that I had begun to feel my excitement for this baby blog of mine start to sputter and get dangerously close to fizzing out. But even though my mental faculties had shut down about a 100 days ago, I decided to stick it out and look, who showed up!
Life in quarantine has been many things, but productive isn’t one of them. Although it might have something to do with my lazybones but that’s not all. You see, it’s really hard to remain motivated when you are subjected to an all-day clamor of famous Hindu epics. You would think watching the same thing for at least a thousand times since you fell on the face of this earth would make you somewhat immune to it but no, that’s so not the case here. Everyday the people in this family do this cute little thing where they stay glued to the television for six hours straight and then gloat about the tremendous amount of enlightenment they got from it. Believe me when I say, twenty years in and I am still waiting for someone to clue me into how am I supposed to survive these people. I am no more a free kid in a free country! I cannot break into my awkward hands swinging, head bobbing, foot tapping thing any more (some people call it dancing) and playing Jason Derulo is out of the question. And what’s up with those disdainful looks that these people seem to keep stocked just for me. All of this leaves me with no choice but to bury myself deep into the fascinating world of novels and sleep. And then all hell breaks loose. I would never understand why do people look down on us sleepy-heads, no cap. I am not spending any money and I am staying out of trouble. What is the problem exactly?
Holing up at home also has other non-familial disadvantages. This is my last semester of Grad and I just spent my only remaining working month in a hermit-like state instead of cracking lame-ass jokes with my homies. The grabbing at each other’s food at our community lunches, our constant bickering and trading insults. Fist bumps, shoulder punches, high-fives and tricky half hugs were never missed this much. So, to keep our chummy gang tight, we have sought out the help of technology! We are doing group video calls, online Ludo matches, sharing memes and of course, we have social media. Never had I thought looking at these not-so-charming faces, even digitally, would become the highlight of my days. And even though I am sad because we are soon going to pass out, I have realised one thing. No matter what happens, we will be okay. When in time life takes us in different directions and when textbooks get replaced with bills, we would still be there for each other. Even though we can only hope that our friendship passes the test of time (fingers crossed), we will always be within reach, and that has to count for something.
Student life can’t go without a mention of the comical way each of us reacted to this situation. From Professors who can’t figure out how to do online lectures for the life of them, students who can’t be bothered to attend those lectures to Zoom becoming a household name, we got our mix of hilarious right in.
The most amusing part of this pandemic would be that it’s so quirky. Like all we are required to do is stay at home and doing this simple thing is proving to be such an uphill task. But it’s not people’s fault because humans are social animals and socializing is instinctive for us. But those of us who know what a dangerous situation we are in and are still going about their lives like nothing’s happened do raise some serious questions about their sanity. Right now, survival is more important to us than thriving and trust me, when we come out on the other side, ten years from now, we would be shoving it in people’s faces as a badge of honor.
At the end of the day, I am grateful that the biggest problem I am facing is boredom. That even though they drive me crazy almost all the time, I am spending this quarantine being at home with my family. I have all my needs taken care of and we are safe. My bonds with everyone involved in our lives have definitely deepened. I pray for those who lost their lives fighting this deadly virus. I pray for the people who are working for us even in these circumstances. I pray that we soon get to enjoy the little pleasures of life that we always took for granted. And for that to happen, we need to stay inside. Remember, we are not stuck at home. We are safe at home. And from what I hear, there’s no place quite like home.
Hola fellas! The second month of a year is really special. And it’s not because your beloved Ballentime day makes it’s annual appearance in there, when you lovesick fools roam around putting your whipped-selves on display. Really, why do we even need a designated day for love? Isn’t it supposed to be a year round business? Never mind. What makes this month unique is that it is celebrated as the BlackHistory month (woot woot !).
“You can destroy wood and brick, but you can’t destroy a movement.”
We dedicate this month to remembering the pain and trauma the African American people endured just because their skin was a certain color. But this time is not only about recalling all the things in the past that were done wrong, it’s also about honoring the joy, the humor and the triumphs of people who never gave up on life, even when they had a thousand reasons to. So how do we celebrate? Well, I am doing this with 444 pages of awesomeness.Care to join?
The Hate U Give is a 2017 young adult novel written by Angie Thomas and inspired by Black Lives Matter movement. It also happens to be her debut novel and was expanded from a short story she wrote in college in reaction to the police shooting of Oscar Grant. The book was later adapted into an American film in 2018.
“Pac said Thug Life stood for ‘The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody’.”
The book is about Starr Carter, a 16-year old black girl from a poor neighborhood who attends a private elite school in a predominantly white and affluent part of the city. Starr’s life takes an unexpected turn when her childhood friend Khalil gets shot and killed by a white police officer. Now Starr is faced with a choice: whether to speak up for the injustice done to her friend or remain silent and live in guilt for the rest of her life. What would she do? Go read it to find out.
“It’s dope to be black until it’s hard to be black.”
This book is a stark reminder that a lot still needs to change. It gives us a glimpse into the systematically sustained violence and racism that black people still have to face. What I love about this book is how sensitively the author has handled it. Thomas makes it a point to emphasize that not all Whites are bad. (Starr’s boyfriend is a White.) A narrow mindset is not a result determined by someone’s caste, color or creed, it takes birth because of the messed up upbringing that some people have. It grows because of the situations and conditions that people go through. And in the fight against hatred, love is our only weapon.
It’s so important to read and listen to stories of people that don’t get the privilege to take their smiles for granted. People who have to fight harder than us to live a life of peace and dignity. It helps us feel a lot more grateful for the lives we lead and the blessings we so easily overlook. Now if you will excuse me, I have plans with my singles-only clan. Until next time,
Hola fellas! Greetings for an ass-kicking year! After days high on celebrations, love, hugs, sweets and unbearable relatives, we are slowly easing our way back into our humdrum existence. I hope you all are doing well with sticking to your new year resolutions because in case you aren’t, now would be the time I reveal my alarming penchant for ‘I told you so’ (Yes mate, I am looking at you).
Speaking of routines, do you remember that time not long ago when life wasn’t quite this um…, boring? When everyday held the promise of endless LMAO moments surrounded with your people. Yesh I am talking about those glorious days of high school. The place where we made a helluva memories, met friends who became family and just had about the best time of our lives. Not to mention the good ol’ teenage crush that we all seemed to catch like the flu at one point or another.
Oh, every day, she found a way out of the window to sneak out late
Crush. There’s something to be said about this wildly underrated common-sense-wrecking ball. That slight flicker of interest that boils and bubbles to a full grown infatuation. That person who can give you a very athletic stomach flip with the additional symptom of sweaty palms, all with a bored glance in your direction. Someone who makes your already muddled head go a bit more fuzzy and the sight of whom turns your feet into jelly while your cheeks decide that they are actually beetroots (gosh!).
Giving you the feels of those olden times, here’s a song that will make you close your eyes and smile. Then walk straight into a pole (and break your nose). Eastside is a song by American record producer Benny Blanco and American singers Halsey and Khalid. It was released on July 12, 2018 as Blanco’s debut single.
We can do anything if we put our minds to it Take your old life, then you put a line through it My love is yours if you’re willing to take it Give me your heart ’cause I ain’t gonna break it
Those who have heard the song (I hear ya homies!) know what an absolute ear candy this song is. For all those who haven’t heard it, this song follows the bittersweet course of young love and the pressures of life that slowly tear us apart. It’s a beautiful ode to that first love that made us feel alive and changed us forever. The video of the song is equally mesmerizing and brings about strong bouts of nostalgia. It shows the significant moments from the lives of Halsey and Blanco and will have you reeling in its magic long after.
Time to say goodbye. Listen to this melody and you can thank me later. If you have any tunes you want me to cover, let me know in the comments section. Until next time!
Hola fellas! It’s cold in here. Not that “natural peachy blush” kind of cold, it’s butt-freezing, mind numbing cold. If you are anything like me, you are stuck in the 6-day gap between Christmas and New Year, alternating between gorging on comfort food, making blanket forts, and planning for the big day coming up. 2020 is lurking just around the corner and people are busy making resolutions they are hardly going to bother with by the end of the first week. So this time I have decided to jump on the bandwagon, again, and make a beginning of my own. Inspiration has struck and my 20ish awkward turtle self has decided that it’s time that I do something with my life that doesn’t involve wrestling with textbooks, moving like lazybones or shooing away pigeons from my windowsill (pretty efficient,huh?).
Writing has always been an outlet for my pent up energy, the one thing I go to when I feel restless, sad, angry or just completely bored out of my wits. But lately there has been an urge to put myself out there, to share my life with someone who is not an app on my phone. And what’s better than entering the amazing world of blogging, right?
I must confess that I am equal parts happy and terrified about this blog. Actually, I can’t believe I am doing this! (be still my beating heart). One would think writing a blog would be a piece of cake. Really, what is there to do except for writing your heart out for the world to know? Well, guess again. Writing this first post has me in all sorts of knots and right now all I can think is “Dude, what if this doesn’t work?“. But there’s only one way to find out. So, show time!
In this blog, I will be posting about all the random stuff that comes to my mind hoping that I don’t drive you all crazy with my wild talks. But mostly, I will be writing about the two most important things in my life; words and music. Ever since I discovered my brain cells, I have thoroughly enjoyed the company of these two, because, who doesn’t? I have always loved the idea that books can instantly transport you to a place that you have never been to, loved the feeling that you get when you come across a song which connects you to a deeper part of yourself that you didn’t even know existed, or a song that just makes you want to dance away .
I take your leave for the time being. The next time you hear from me, I will be spilling my guts out about all things me. Till then, stay tuned. See you soon!
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