My Trip to the Old World Museum

Old World Museum

Today, I went on a trip to Old World Museum with my dad. After we had our bags and oxygen cylinders examined, we went into the main exhibition building. It was a huge building with wood veneer, which dad said is like fake wood. The ceiling was made of thick plastic polymer which was designed to let in less light to resemble the brightness and temperature of sunlight years back. On the walls were 3D printed plastic animals and plants. The birds were mechanised to move like the real birds. The plants also moved slightly in the breeze generated by the large breeze system which created a small breeze inside the building. But dad told me the birds and trees moved much differently than the replicas. It must have been amazing to see these machines in real life moving from tree to tree, place to place without beings connected to a battery or socket.

I can only imagine how amazing it would have been for people to be able to walk around without carrying such heavy oxygen cylinders and feel the surface of these trees, animals and birds. Next we moved to the Oceanic Exhibition. We saw more machine animals and painted plants and coral reefs. There was even a modern wave machine that made waves on the replica ocean to look like waves on actual oceans back when oceans were still around. Dad used to tell me stories of how he would go to the beach and feel the wind on his face, the sound of waves and seagulls. Me and my friends never believed him. But if it is true, I wish I could see all this and feel ocean waves touch my body as I move through the water and the sound of seagulls soaring in the wind. I remember this one-time dad told me about how seagulls used to glide on the wind and seem to be fixed high in the sky without moving or falling down without any support. I always wondered why all these old people say such lies. Wouldn’t gravity have pulled it down? If rain really fell as often as they say it did, it would have burnt away all the plants and animals because of the acid content as all rains do. How did they play in such harsh conditions in the rain? All the things he said never obeyed the laws of physics or science. I always wonder.

They’re probably lying. But it’s a lie I wish were true now. It seems almost like paradise. We then moved to the Remains Exhibition where we saw real skeletons of animals and birds that used to exist. But they looked so ugly unlike the replicas that have beautiful feathers and skin and eyes and ears. These remains simply have bones. I made friends with one of the exhibits. The plaque said its an animal called a skunk; I call it skeleton skunk. We then moved to the Sports Exhibition where we saw replicas of humans playing on large fields in colourful uniforms with round objects and special sticks without any oxygen cylinders. They also looked much more muscular than humans today. The plaque said they could also run faster, lift heavier objects than today’s humans and even jump. Some could jump very high and would compete in competitions. What a dumb competition? Who cares which of them could jump the highest?

We then moved to the Pets Exhibition where we saw animals that humans had as household pets. They were nothing like my Puppy 15000 or the Kat 50 robots that came with inbuilt commands and could also do calculations and internet searches. The old pets had to be taught to shake hands and speak and couldn’t do half the things the pets of today can. I wonder why people loved dogs and cats and birds so much as pets. They’re so lame. We then moved to the Civilisations Exhibition. This was my favourite. In this hall we saw many different replicas of people of different colours and clothes of different cultures. I also saw an array of exhibits that portrayed what the food back then looked like. Apparently, people ate parts of plants and animals as food. It always grossed me out a little bit though, while that food was definitely more beautiful on the plate than our synthesised hydro food, it was harder to prepare and was sometimes gooey and gross. The hydro food is much simpler. You put it on the plate and pour some water and mix it till it reaches a mushy state and then it’s done. Simple and quick. It also had many flavours. Chicken, Mixed fruits, Salad but my all-time favourite, Chocolate.

Dad told me chocolate was taken from trees in his day and that it tasted much sweeter and richer. I would have liked to try it. I also saw a replica of a man moving awkwardly in a large water reservoir. When I asked dad, he told me that replica was swimming. It’s the act of throwing yourself in a dedicated reservoir and wasting energy in that process to induce pleasure. The people that lived years ago were crazy. Why would you waste energy just to move through still water? Beaches are a different thing, but a pool? Boring. But apparently, they were also very rich. They could afford to get water enough to swim in it. While today even the richest person had to wait for multiple minutes just to get water to drink. Dad also told me that back then desalinated water would come out of the ground and that it flowed out of machines called taps.

I wonder how they transported this much water to all the houses. Must have needed millions of water packs like the ones delivered to our house every day. After the Civilisations Exhibit, we came out of the museum to get ice cream. I always loved ice cream. I love to stand and watch the guy at the stall mix flavours with the synthetic milk cream and Saccharine and then put it in the freezer. It tasted so cold and creamy. After that it was almost dawn, so we decided to head home before the sun came up and fried us with UV rays. Apparently in dad’s time, people went out during the day but after global warming set in and the atmosphere was destroyed, people had to stay in their cubicles during the day. It would have been cool to go out in the sun and waste energy kicking a spherical object with my friends. I can’t wait to reach home and tell them about all that I saw and learnt today

Blog By Arvind K

If for a single second…

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“Maybe we shouldn’t talk as often. Maybe some space will help you move on.” “But even space has something for us to love about, my dear.”

Okay picture this, me and you, we are holding something heavy above our heads. Neither of us can do it alone, but together we can manage. If one of us let’s go, the other dies. That’s where we are. I don’t want you to go, so I don’t let go. You don’t want me to get crushed, so you won’t let go. Whatever the reason, we are trapped in this moment. The worst part is, it is my own doing. Now I can either push you away, saving you, but killing me, or I can let go, killing you. I wanted love. You wanted friendship. Now we are trapped in a situation where either we both come to terms, or one of us takes the shit-storm that’s coming. You see, I’m more than willing to take it, if it saves you, but you wouldn’t let me. Thus, we are in constant conflict. I came to crossroads where I had to choose to let you go or hold on to something that will never happen, and I always chose the same road every time. I wish we could have been more; you wish I would stop wishing that. It’s simply chaos brewing. I do want to move on, but I just don’t want to. Every day I tear myself apart trying to keep our friendship that means so much to you, never for an instant letting you see the cracks and faults that form day by day.

Every day that I talk to you, I fall in love with you more and more, every day I don’t, I miss you more and more. Either way, giving up is impossible. I know I can’t force you to stay with me. But now you force me to shut off my emotions and feelings toward you and just be friends. Why can’t I love you but still be friends? Seeing you as just a friend seems like such a nightmare. You say you feel guilty, because you feel like you’re giving me false hope. Well I feel guilty for falling in love and creating this situation in the first place. There’s a lot of things I’m willing to do to help us both but moving on is not one of them. So please don’t ask me to, I’d hate to have to say no to you

Why can’t I? I don’t know. All I know is that you matter to me far too much for me to just let you go. I can’t bear to lose you. But now we grow distant each day. I told you earlier this was going to happen, but you believed it wouldn’t and that we could still be friends without me having feelings for you. But how can you expect the result to be any different if every time I see you, I still see the same things I fell in love with earlier? How can I move on when all I can think of every time, I see you, is how fucking amazing you are?

I have so many questions, but no answers. I have so many problems but no solutions. But that’s not new. I’ve had that my whole life and I’ve spent my entire life searching for a solution, searching for home, waiting to be understood and I met you. One hour of talking and you’re already completing my sentences. You didn’t just listen, you understood and for those few hours that we talked that day, I felt genuinely happy. You just washed away all my worries like waves on a beach and as soon as you were gone, those worries came back, more potent. I guess that’s what got me addicted to you like a drug. That constant need to have you around. But apart from just taking my worries away, in you, I had found everything I was looking for but so much more.

Now all I can do is stare at that one picture we took together that day and see what I look like, when I’m happy. It’s certainly very different and much better than the face I see in my mirror every day. People ask me how my life could be so perfect. Popular at college, lots of friends, never weak, always laughing, always strong and just happy. If only they knew, that under my strong character is a weak broken heart, under my happiness is an endless ocean of pain and despair, behind every laugh is an attempt at masking the footprints left by tears, behind every friend I make is my search for her in someone else, behind my popularity is the determination to not repeat the same mistakes I’ve already made. I keep trying to be a better me every day, and nothing changes. In the end, I still revisit the same moment repeatedly.

I guess some people are cursed with too much hope. Hope of a brighter future that stops me from running away from pain and despair. But it seems it only leads to more pain. I guess I’m cursed to walk an endless path of hurt to a destination that will never come. I guess I’m cursed to be too strong to give in to the pain and quit but too weak to ignore the pain and be happy. It seems I’m cursed to simply feel the pain repeatedly and endlessly.

I would never show you any of this even though I know you will understand. I’ve created enough problems for you as it is. But how can I stop loving someone who’s funny and awesome enough to make me happy just by being in the vicinity, but sweet enough to offer to sit and listen to me if I ever wanted to share something with you, or if I simply needed to vent? You claim you’re not perfect, but you don’t see that it’s the combination of your perfections and imperfections I fell in love with. No great painting is painted only with bright colors, no great song was sung only with high notes. No perfect person ever existed but if they did, they wouldn’t be as interesting as the imperfect ones. It’s not that you’re perfect, it’s just that you’re real.

I’ve lost count of the number of days I wished that I could mean as much to you as you mean to me or even half as much. It’s true, unrequited love hurts, but what hurts the most is when you ask me to move on, because I’ve to choose between lying to you, or seeing you storm away annoyed that I refuse to move on. Of course, I would always choose to maintain your trust even if the sight of you storming away hurts more with each step you take. It reminds me each time, that one day, I’ll see that for the last time. I don’t know how I’ll deal with it though. I maybe strong, but every strong person has a weak spot they try to safeguard with the strong demeanor and mine is losing you. I just hope I don’t fall apart in front of you, I would hate to leave that in your conscience. I’ve always been strong, motivated others to be too. But now I think I may be on a path that will strip away all my defenses and tear me apart.

But I guess that’s the way it works. Maybe one day you’ll change your mind, maybe you’ll feel about me tomorrow as I feel about you today. But you see, that’s the thing about tomorrow, it’s always coming but never really arrives. I just hope if that day does come, it’s not too late. I’ve never wished for you to regret anything, and I never will, but sometimes I just wish you would let me be, let me love you the way I do, instead of trying to force me to not. Sometimes I wish you would just accept things the way they are. Sometimes I feel guilty for putting someone as nice as you through this. But in the end, I remember that there’s nothing I can do. I’m as helpless as you are, maybe a bit more. But hey, it was still a privilege, nonetheless. You may not be with me tomorrow, but you’re here today. I’ll never regret that; I’ll never regret meeting you. I’ll only regret not being the friend you wanted me to be, I’ll only regret disappointing you as much as I did.

I don’t know if there’s a life after this one, but if there are any, I just hope that in what could be an infinite lifetimes, there’s at least one where we are together, even if it’s merely for a second. It would be great if I could know what your love feels like for a single second, once in an infinity of lifetimes. A single second where I mean to you more than anyone else. A single second, where I’m genuinely happy. A single second I would forever remember and cherish. A single second that’s too much to ask for. A single second I would give anything to have. If  for a single second…

Written by Arvind

War Scars

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There was once a summer, where I went to spend vacation with my aunt and her son, Well, in my eye, he seem to be more like my close friend whom I share everything with. On a fine day, I accidentally caught my first cousin applying some kind of ointment on his knee. I was curious and concern at the same time, so, I asked about it. He reminded me of an accident that occurred 2 years back, from where he got some those serious scars. His scars made me triggered me to remember the marks on my sisters’ belly which she got from her 9 months pregnancy. Both have imprints on their skin are given by their life. But what surprise me is the difference in the way they analyse those scars. My cousin hopes to rub it off from his body because each time he looked at his knee, those scars brings back those dark and horrific moment before his eyes. But, on the other hand, for my sister it was different. She sees them as the symbols of her endurance. Her ability to sacrifice anything for a long period of 9 months and to give birth to her beautiful baby despite suffering a horrible pain.

Literally everyone on earth do have scars. Either visible or not. Some have scars on their body whereas some have in their heart. Speaking about scars in our heart, I would like to say that words and deeds of others and ours itself can make wounds on the walls of heart. When those wounds remain unhealed, they transform into invisible scars. And these scars are invincible too. Because we won’t forget heartaches so soon. Isn’t it true that we still feel the same rage to someone who insulted us years ago. Isn’t it true that whenever we think of the situations or people who ‘gifted’ us affliction, our heart feels a pang. And It is indeed true that many of us have a sewed up heart…. a heart with patch works.

In fact, no one can escape from getting hurt, and everyone has their own scars. Because life is like a war. Don’t worry, I am not here to speak philosophy. But when I think about life I can’t help myself comparing it to a war. In war we fight with people, in life we fight with situations. In war people face victory and losses whereas in life, people face success and failure. In war loss is inseparable and in life it is unpreventable. In war no one can avoid parting and separation, whereas in life too we can’t avoid them.

But there are some brave soldiers who are gifted with great courage to maintain a curve on their lips even if they are mutilated by war (life). They are filled with spirit, perseverance and an unswerving decision to win fate itself. And they will win. Not because they foresee the actions of their fate…..just because they aren’t afraid of getting hurt. They are very sure that their Shields are not strong enough to defend the deceptions of life. But they just don’t fear to have scars. And these brave individuals both men and women, don’t deceive themselves on what others will think of their scars.
But not everyone is courageous enough let the world know about their scars.

Let me share you my experience know a girl who cut her flesh whenever she is depressed. She is trying to forget those hard thoughts by making her body suffering pain. So, her body is full of scars. But she wears only dresses covering her entire body. She doesn’t want the world to know her problems and she fears what people will think of her if they see her scars. It’s indeed true, that not everyone always keeps a blood-stained blade to self-harm like her. But there is another truth…. that not everyone has gone through a life like hers. Battle fields are different and so is the fight. Some people may face everything with a determined heart. Whereas, others may not have such a strong heart. As, human nature, we try to slip into different alternatives which can be unhealthy to meld our scars and we try to fake the truth that they are fine and brave enough to withstand harsh those life situations. Those unhealthy means can be a blade, alcohol or some kind of drugs.

I don’t support self-harming or drug abuse. But do we ever think about why some people are up to such things??? Because they are afraid to stand up alone…to face realities without supports….and Most importantly they really scared to fall and fail. Hence they end up with dark haunting silhouettes in their life book rather than end up with some scars .

Yes, of course as said in the Kite Runner (by Khalid Hosseini ),scars will make the present to last forever.But scars are what make people who they are.Because they prove that you are much stronger than whatever that tried to destroy you.scars only have the stories of survival and victory. S,o what I want to say my readers is that ,if wounds became scars don’t worry,they are not the fights you loss…but for the fights you won….for you never elope from anything but you just faced it with all your heart.And that’s what matters,you fought back.So, just face the WAR ,soldier !! and courageously end up with SCARS

Written by Guest Writer Zahrana

Diary of a Young Boy

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Dear diary, the silence of my phone is deafening.

Hey, wassup? Its been a few days, I know. I’ve been busy, but it seems you have been too. Your programs went well, I presume. I can’t begin to explain how annoying it is to have so much to say, but no you to say it to. My day just feels incomplete without telling you all about it, to the most minute detail, and you cracking a silly joke every second. I can’t help but wait for you to text me or call me on my cell phone. Sometimes I wish I had a hotline to communicate with you. It’s funny, people talk about how they see a diary as a best friend, but here I am seeing a best friend as nothing short of a diary, only so much more. Each day, I simply open my phone out of habit, to message you and then just as I open our chat, I remember you’re busy with everything that’s going on, and I foolishly place my phone back in my pocket. My friends keep asking me, “Why do you pay so much attention to that girl? Just cause you have a crush on her doesn’t mean you have to message her all the time.” If only they knew I’m anticipating a whole different person. Imagine what they would think if they knew I barely talk to the girl I have a crush on because I’m too busy handling the random bullshit of the only person whom I confidently confide all my random bullshit to. The icing on the cake being that we are 2 total strangers who know each other better than most people who know us in real life. I sometimes wonder, what would happen if we ended up running into each other somewhere? Would we even recognize each other?

How is it, someone who you barely know, is the person about whom there’s barely anything left to know. Its a weird world and we are a weird species. But even in such impossible circumstance, two people, at two different ends of the spectrum became nothing short of siblings through a medium of communication. My friend, my polar opposite, my sister and my diary. What would I do without you? Probably make rash, irrational decisions left and right, and that’s not a very promising prospect. But of all the decisions I’ve made, deciding to try and help you be less introverted and more confident is perhaps one of my best. As much difference as I’ve made in your path. I’ve traveled roads that were till then untraveled until there were no roads left. I’ve always been really confident and gutsy, but you had a big part to play, and in the end, our conversations have always taken me to different levels and I have a good feeling you’re gonna help a lot more people along your way. You’re are truly more than what meets the eye. As childish as you say you are, you’ve helped me much more than you give yourself credit for. Maybe its the naivety of your opinions and remarks that give me a different angle on my situation and help me decide upon a different path. Strange, isn’t it. But I’m always glad to have you by my side to push me further and keep making me believe in myself, that I can succeed, even when my chances are 1 in 14000605. With my resolutions of stone paired with your infinite positivity, everything is in my fingertips and I can achieve anything in a snap. Even if half the world stood against me, I’ll reduce them to ashes. I feel so phenomenal, even when everything becomes a bit shady.

Also, just the other day I was reading Diary of a young girl: Anne Frank. I was baffled by the resemblance between yours and her characters, the fun, naive, positive girl that simply refuses to be negative, and now you’ve got me to take the place of Kitty. As long as we have each other, we don’t need blue eyes to survive any holocaust

But one of things I really miss when we have long silences is our silly arguments, and how we settle our differences, especially with the addition of all the things that have been happening recently. Sometimes it feels weird to go about my day without having annoyed you with a stupid comment about something or the other you care about. But even with all that stupidity between us, I don’t need to check the horoscopes, to know that you’ll be a star one day. Greatness has always been within you. As it is in everyone, but sometimes greatness has strange ways of showing itself. Even if its in the form of a person who’s introverted enough to barely talk to people, deciding to not be introverted as much and then successfully making friends on her own terms. Must have felt on top of the world. Everyday it’s a privilege to see you grow, till you’re practically 10 feet tall. But what truly surprises me, is even after all your achievements, your humility is still fixed in its place. That’s what makes you truly special. No matter how much changes you undergo, you change without losing your individuality. You don’t remain the same, but simply become better. Every second of your life is the most perfect you’ve ever been and the most imperfect you’ll ever be, and I think that’s just amazing. Your moral compass is on point. But one thing I find amusing, is how you don’t see it yourself and think why other people like you, have trouble accepting that they are every thing that they are. But I’m so happy that I can say it in the past tense.

Well, dear diary, as much as I would like to keep talking, that’s all for today. I’m already late to go to bed, but I had to confide all this to you, but since the real you isn’t here, I have to make do with this virtual version of you. But hopefully, it won’t be too long till your schedule gets a bit more relaxed and we can continue our conversations at greater lengths. So, finish it up quick! I’ve got so much to say.

Written by Aravind

 

Live your dream life now

 

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Dreaming is much easier than living a dream life. The dreams can end up being disappointing. When we create the stories in our heads, what is often forgotten is the hustle that they require to become true. The picture perfect imagines in our head won’t ever happen. Even the mistakes that we might have taken into account won’t happen. It may seem bit harsh, but it doesn’t have to be. I’m not saying that your dreams won’t come true just that it won’t be as you imagined. When standing on top of Mount Everest your feet will be hurting and it will be hard to breathe. But it doesn’t mean it has to be disappointing to find images in your head far from reality. Even though your body and mind are tired you can still feel the delight. Dreams come true in the most unexpected ways but they all require our effort. And if we all just keep dreaming the world will be full of people with beautiful worlds inside their heads but disappointed of the surroundings. We shouldn’t get stuck at the dreaming stage. Dreaming is wonderful but it’s only step number one. We so often get intimidated and freeze in comfort of our imagination. Here are a few things that can help you and me get started on living dream life right now:

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Let go of your dreams

In order to make your dreams come true, you have to let your dreams go. It sounds strange and a bit sad but it’s the only way to genuinely enjoy the moment. When you finally become a fashion designer, kiss your crush, go abroad or whatever your dream might be; let of go of this dream. Don’t compare the dream to reality. If you do no matter how wonderful the moment is, you are going to feel disappointed. I’m not saying that it is always the case and that disappointment is always awful because actually it can be extremely useful to determine what is in fact not for you when you thought it is. The point is when you are enjoying the moment don’t look deep into your expectations. I’m sure you will find something that doesn’t quite seem as you wanted it to be if you do. At least I do way too often and it kills off a lot of fun I could be having instead.

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Seek adventure locally

After moving out, changing school, getting a new job, or whatever change; everything will be perfect, right? I’m pretty sure you already guessed it’s wrong but how about actually implying it into our lives. Not waiting for change but making the most out of the opportunities we already have. How can you live your dream of traveling when stuck in a small town with very little money you may ask. For me, the most fun way of exploring the area I know from childhood is geocaching. It is basically like a treasure hunt Pokemon Go kind of thing, where you can actually find little items hidden in places you probably passed mindlessly many times. It’s actually a thing in many small towns in various countries, not only big cities as you might have expected just like I did. And even if the items aren’t hidden where you live, you can play treasure hiding instead of hunting. One other way is to take a bus to nearby villages or other places you might not think of as holiday destinations. Close places might hide adventures you have never thought of. One of my favorite holidays took place in a village which name could be translated to ‘Rats’ where I took part in a week of plein-air painting. And even if you can’t do it maybe, it’s worth to take a walk to a part of your town which you don’t normally visit. I recently went to the distant part of my little town with my brother just to see a random monument. It’s not like either of us is a monument maniac but this spontaneous, kind of silly walk ended up to be a really fun highlight of my holiday. This local method can be applied to many other dreams but traveling is one of the most common ones so that’s what I focused on. Especially because it’s a dream of mine as well. But let’s say you want to become an actor or a singer or an excellent football player. Why not join a local club specializing in that? No club, no problem. OK, maybe a bit of a problem but you know that it’s possible to actually open one right? So no excuses dreams don’t just happen. You have to make them happen yourself.

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Appreciate little things

So you haven’t found a cure for cancer yet but you did well on your biology test. That’s something to celebrate. So you earned $5 and you put it to your savings socket so someday you can buy a camera and become a great photographer. So, you drew an art-piece you are completely disappointed but you want to become a outstanding artist. This is all progress. All the good things and all the mistakes. If you are trying to pursue your dreams all is progress even if things don’t go as planned. Learning from mistakes is an actual thing and even though it’s better to learn from mistakes of others it shouldn’t be a shame to make some ourselves. When you fail appreciate yourself for trying, when you win celebrate. See the beauty of the world in little things. They are what creates the bigger picture. So next time, listen to the ice melting in your hot tea or wave to the butterfly, because the biggest dream of us all which is to be happy is all in our heads and depends on which perspective we take.

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Follow your own advice

I’m not the one to tell you how to live your life. You know the best what you need. What ideas you have in your head. I’m merely here to tell you to try because the most significant failure is a regret of not trying. This is what advice I’m giving myself. I know I get so much closer to my dream life when I listen to myself. So do listen to your dreams but make a plan out of them. Take action to be your best adviser. Dream big but live bigger. Moreover, do drift off to the land of fairies or whatever sits in your mind sometimes and maybe put together a book about it and let me know I might read it. But things you want to do in this world construct around you. It’s much more fun this way. To make the most out of life. To imagine and live instead of just imagining. Imagination works the best when you feed it with adventure. So to dream bigger sometimes it’s good to actually get out of our heads and make the adventure with our hands.

Written by Guest Writer Magdelena

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Hey I’m Magdalena. I have strange obsession about people calling me either that or Lena which pretty much never happens but maybe someday. My heart beats for exploring the world yet I love chilling in my bed. It’s the place I sketch and write my poems as well as watch movies and write essays. Art makes me happy weather it’s painting or acting watching movies or reading books. Creating is my great passion and little life plan. I love seeing the world through different interpretations of it. I’m can ramble like crazy but listen even more carefully. I try to find happiness in little things but can cry over may things. I get awkward writing bio’s cause they have so many of letter “I” in them. And truth is i haven’t quite figured out my “I” yet but the journey of doing so is quite frankly very exciting.

I did like to thank Magdalena, who is an amazing writer and of many talents in art and literature. To have her work be staged in our blog means a lot to us and i hope that this can provide and sense of motivation and confidence to that live in doubt.  Magdalena has her own artistic feed in her Instagram and i did like to give my readers a treat of her talent and if you enjoyed it and would like to view weekly creative sketches and beautiful art, feel free to follow her and send her your love & support at @lenairimeart

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And you did like to keep track on her work, follow her in twitter, or subscribe to her Youtube Channel or even be part of her Pinterest , click here LinkTree and be part of her journey. if you enjoyed her blog and comment down below your love  and support and stay tune for more amazing content to come.

 

 

Life as We know it

WhatsApp Image 2018-07-30 at 16.45.59Life is not fair. Get used to it.” My mom used to say. Little did I know what that meant then. But now after life knocked me down multiple times, I understand what that meant.

What life taught me? Well, I have been taught many things, but…Three of them stand distinct from those life lessons. Firstly of course as I mentioned, Life isn’t fair…get used to it. No matter how hard you try, no matter how fair you try to be, life won’t treat you that way. I don’t need to explain to you how this works because you all must have experienced it one way or the other. There would always have been a point in life when we all would have complained “where the hell did I get it wrong!?”. The truth is that we can’t really do anything about it. I cannot give you any advice on how to prevent the unfairness in life also. What then? Accept it. Accept the fact that life won’t always be fair & move on. That’s the best & in fact the only thing you can do.

Secondly, you need to understand the universal fact that “Nothing is permanent in this world (that means you too) & the only person you can hold onto always is only yourself”. I tell you this because some years back, a girl once shared a meme regarding this very fact & her very good friend criticized her beliefs and argued that it was utterly foolish. And that friend is none other than your humble writer. Like I said, this blog itself is about what life taught me. Life changed me & made me what I am today. I now accept the fact that my best companion & life partner is myself. Me being the single child of my family went through this all my life. A feeling when you don’t have anyone to look up to, you don’t have anyone to back you up, you don’t have anyone to hold you close and tell you “it’s going to be okay, buddy.”

That is when I learned to be alone. That is when learned to be happy with myself. I learned to back up myself. I became self-reliant. I walked the lonely roads, the roads not taken. Then I realized that those who fly alone have stronger wings. They call you a lone wolf, but who cares? They say lions always hunts in pack, I replied a Tiger always hunt alone. It’s never a thing to stay alone. When you say your problems to yourself, when you become your best friend, when you care for yourself, you become a self-sustaining human being…a godly weapon.

I am not saying that you should all be loan wolfs. You always have the freedom to hunt in packs. This is for those who are fighting their battles alone. I wanted to write about this topic because I hope it will help you to stand up and face the unfair world with all your heart.

What made me think like this? Let me ask you, have you ever trusted someone so much? Have you ever loved someone more than you love yourself? Have you ever put your key to happiness in someone else’s hand? Well…if you have….it’s a big mistake. I’d rather call you a fool…cause I was being that fool my entire life. I have trusted & loved many & in the end I was left with only me for myself. And in the process I forgot to love myself. That’s why I said, set you as your first priority. Everything & everyone else is & should always be secondary. Learn to let go.

The third thing is the existence of Karma. Karma is like a boomerang they say. You throw it, and it would come back with twice the power. Alike are the things you do in your life. Whenever you are about to do something. just know that whatever that you are about to do, whether good or bad, it will return to you. You do a good, you get a good. You do a bad & the devil will speak.

My mom always used to gift children with expensive gifts even when we weren’t financially sound. I used to say “Mom, what are u doing? Why are you wasting al the money”? And she did say in her sweet motherly voice” Son, you will get this all back one day”, I never agreed with her until…until the day I got an iPhone as a gift from one of my mom’s distant friends. I mean, why on earth should he even gift me anything at all? I didn’t even know the guy very well. And then what followed was a thunder storm of things that I didn’t even deserve. And now here I am.

These three things taught me a basic principle of life – “choices”. I think choices are the most important aspect of one’s life. It’s the choices that we make today reflect upon our life down the line. It is not about ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ choices, everything done have a justification from the doer. In my point of view, every situation has three angles to it ‘first parties opinion’, ‘second parties opinion’ & ‘the truth’. Thus, it depends on the choice we make that define on which side we stand and who we are.

“All i wish to tell is that life is like a roller-coaster have ups and downs…In fact these are the two important things which give a meaning to life. What i intend to say is that the very purpose of life is to knock you down & see if you can stand up again. You must be familiar with the story of a giraffe baby. Do you what does it get first hand when its born? A kickers kick from its mother. The baby is knocked down. It gets up, gets knocked down again & it continues. Do you know why does the mother do this? The baby giraffe’s skin is so soft & fleshy that it attracts predators, so in the absence of its mother it should be able to defend itself by running away.

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Only after a few kicks does the baby understands why he is kicked & once it figures it out it starts running.

Like the baby giraffe, don’t give up on the problems, for giving upon problems means giving up life.

I got my kick. Have you?If you have, then do your thing…work the magic of life.”

Written by Guest Writer Kannen P.R

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Hello folks…the names Kannan .I hail from one of the most ancient civilizations on earth…The Indus valley civilization.
Am an automotive geek & i love public speaking.Those around me say am good at writing too and i hope thats why you are reading this.
I live my life according to my rules,follows my instinct & do what makes me happy.I was super excited when my best of the best DOCHI asked me to contribute to his blog.I didn’t want to let down his expectations.I did my best here,i hope all of you like it.Thank you Josh for inviting me for being a part of your venture.

I would like to thank my best friend Kannen for being part of this journey and having to work with you and bring that sparkle was always my goal. We might be miles away from each other, yet I feel close to see elements of friendship in our blog. You are a strong person and i have never won an argument with you yet 😅. You are what i call family and i am so proud of who you become. Keep growing and believing in the good.  I loved the message in the blog and you deserve a voice.

If you enjoyed this blog, feel free to comment down your opinions and spread that positivity and stay tune for more project and talent to take the spotlight as well.

 

 

Valentines Day

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It was the 14 of February,
there I was, getting ready,
for this evening, so special and sweet,
made so, by who I intended to meet,
and there I stood, overlooking the sea,
the wind in my face, rustling leaves in the trees,

It filled the air with a faint sound,
the sun sank with a glow, the beauty of the view, made so profound,
by the orange clouds,
I looked around,

Waiting for her familiar face to appear,
but deep down I had this fear,
that like last year, and the year before,
she would not come,
for she is far far away from home,

They say I’m mad to still wait for her, not having moved on yet ,
here, where we first met, when she visited her father,
here, where our last goodbye we said,
here, where I stood 3 years ago,
with a larger bouquet, dressed in black,
as she left to the place with no way back,
where now I stand waiting for her,
watching the brown leaves wither,
and as the darkness took over the sky and the waves,
I placed the bouquet on her grave,

From the cemetery on the seaside hill,
with a tear rolling down my cheek, I walked away,
they call me insane, but still,
Here I shall wait for her again,
next valentines day.

Written by Guest Poet Arvind

Arvind has truly been an inspiration to us and will be helping us to making our Special Blogger Edition as well. And in case you have missed his recent post “Confession of a Friend-Zoned Lover”, click here to read it all.

Will be back soon for our first Award post nominated by Sakshi.

Confessions of a friend-zoned lover

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Love, a four letter word, a joke to some, a penance to many and a dream to most. I’ve always been a drifter, simply moving, no destination, no ambition, just a thirst for something different, something to give meaning to an existence, whose cons made profound by the solitude that stands out as the most describing feature of this life, and how ironic would it be, that I should find a girl, that changes my life by simply being a part of it. For the first time, for the longest time, I felt like I had an aim, like I wanted something more than just a daily dose of entertainment. I needed more than a friend, I needed to mean to someone more than anyone else did.

It was the best part of my life so far and I will forever cherish it, even though it was a failure, even though we don’t talk anymore, even though I have to write blogs to say the words, I couldn’t bring myself to say, to people who have no relation to this whatsoever. Yet, here I am. Why? I do not know. I guess I hoped someone could connect and know they are not alone, or may be, I am the one hoping I am not alone. Its funny, how the one person who you couldn’t imagine a day without talking to, is the person that makes you turn your head, hoping to NOT be recognised. Is this what all the jokes, talks, my obnoxious staring, my limitless caring, my love and my ambition led to? A bunch of memories that still makes me sigh in regret, and yet I would still never have it any other way.

For some reason, I would always lap up any bullshit she gave me, I would help her even when she never asked, because no matter how much she hurt me, it was unintentional, and moreover my fault. But even as every song reminds me of her in some way or other, I would try to push out thoughts and memories of many of the moments we spent together, many of the times when I messed up, trying to impress her, and yet I could never forget that beautiful face, but most importantly that beautiful soul she had. She was everything anyone could hope to be. She was fun, popular, beautiful, sports star, house captain, from a well off household, the makings of an all rounder, who you would expect to be egoistic, but just the nicest person ever. Ego and hate just never existed in her dictionary.

That, along with everything else that made her, well, her, just made me love her more by the day. I could barely make some happy if I tried, yet she made me happy, everyday just by walking in to class. How she did that, I still wonder. But deep down, a part of me still loves her, not in the way I did before, but simply love her for the person she was, more accurately respect her for how she influenced me, intentionally and unintentionally. I guess I always looked up to her. The way she was loved by all. The way she cared, not because she should, but because she could.

Even now, if anyone asks me for my favourite superhero, I would say batman, but in my mind, I would guiltily utter her name. One, she existed, unlike comic book heroes, and yes, she didn’t have super speed, laser sight etc etc, but as Christopher Nolan rightly pointed out in The Dark Knight Rises, a hero can be anyone, even someone doing something as simple as putting a coat around a young boy’s shoulder, telling him, the world hadn’t ended. She was that kind of hero. She motivated people when they needed it. She motivated me to be better than myself. When she rejected me because she had only seen me as a friend, she said, “Go and be the great person I know you can be…. And make me regret this decision.”

I was awed by the purity in that soul. She didn’t use her strength to help people, like batman or superman, she gave people the strength to help themselves in times of crisis, so that next time, they didn’t need her help. She made them independent, she made ME independent. Even today as I enjoy people’s praises on my writing, I would forever credit my literary success, if any, to the girl that broke my heart, not by harsh words or actions, but by being too pure to be human. It’s such moments that make me realise, love is not a burden, it is not a sin and most importantly, it is not a responsibility or a requirement for a complete life. It is merely a treat meant to be enjoyed while it lasts, enjoyed even when it fails, for it only leads to something better.

As cringy as it may sound, it took a girl’s presence in my life to see why the whole “spread love not hate” is a cliché. Its been done so many times because of how effective and beautiful it is. Today, I try to help others realize the dream I have yet to achieve myself, and yet I shall always cherish the fact that, of all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, loving her without being loved back was never one of them

Written by GUEST writer ARAVIND

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My name is Arvind K , I’m an undergraduate student from India who tried to seek love and, well, failed miserably. But I’ve heard that successful writers are born from an unsuccessful love story and by that logic, I could equal the likes of Shakespeare and in the midst of those failures, I found an escape in writing, saying the words I could never say to to total strangers. It sounds sad, friend zoned lover writing about his crush, and it’s cliché to the maximum level possible, and maybe some more, but hey, it makes for a good story, doesn’t it? Lover boy, stealing hearts with a broken one… Or is that just me?

well, lets just take a moment to thank Aravind, an extra-ordinary writer a word of appreciation for magically putting down his thoughts and words down into paper beautifully, i am glad we can appreciate content that empowers emotions and feelings. There is always room for talent and you know there is talent when you feel it. thank you Aravind and if you truly enjoyed this blog , comment down below your thoughts and share us your opinion. Always remember to spread love.

 

 

Loneliness-A Bliss

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Once, I was sitting in my home, with random thoughts popping up and down, just like balloons,from nowhere.I was thinking about all the squeamish and fiddling things of my life, as home is the best place to figure it out. The past cling on to us. And sometimes when we try to shed it off and fly away it may claw on to us. But we can knock it off by taking the essence of every experience we’ve had.

Most of us, in our lives, would have had a dreary or tormenting experience. Most of them would’ve left a scar on us ,a wound deep inside our hearts. The thought of which may disrupt the flow of life. Some can be even exasperating to think of and some can bring a smile on our faces. That’s the fact about life, it can’t be exuberant and frolic all the time and it won’t always be sophisticated or sullen.

Starting from our childhood, life teaches us something. Everyone ,whom we’ve met so far would’ve taught us a lesson that we’ve tacked on to the book of life. For instance, In our childhood, being punished even for the tiny little mistakes would’ve felt miserable .But don’t you think we’ve learned something valuable from those goofy mistakes?.

As our life wanders off, We add more lessons into our book. We may have several questions as in why certain things happen to us. For some we may find the answers but for some we may not. When I was in school, I’ve had some dreary experiences. From childhood one of my worst fears was of being lonely. In my school, (maybe because of my own character) ,I was ditched by my own best-friends. And maybe because of my sullen face no one bothered to accompany me. Imagine being alone in a canteen full of squads, eating alone in a big table amidst the hustle with no one to talk to . At the same time imagine being in the same canteen with friends here and there and everywhere with whom you can babble all the time. I guess the latter is better. Now, can u imagine being in a college where you are muddled up in a status quo position, where you have friends but you don’t have one with whom you can be loony. Think of yourself sitting in a class all alone amidst some diligent people ,where all you can do is just smile and laugh to everything you hear.

But from all those daunting experiences I’ve learned something . All these lonely moments were a lesson that tamed me to be happy with my own company . And with the passage of time I found happiness in even the little things like books and my dog of course. I do realize now that the only company you’ll have when you are born and when you die is yourself . We can’t take all the worldly possessions with us when we are in the brink of death. We can’t even take our near and dear ones . In life when you are left all alone, you will find your true self. You will learn more about yourself,your dreams, your talents, your aspirations. When I was left alone I began to read.I learned new words and I must say that I do see an improvement in me. I learned to use those words to scribble down random thoughts and now here I am writing my first blog.

Now, what I’ve learned so far from life is :

  1. Some people may stay , and some may leave. We shouldn’t rely too much on them or coax them to like us. We should learn to do things on our own.
  2. Don’t be perplexed or exhausted when left alone. Think of it as a chance to know more about yourself, to grow and nurture your capabilities, dreams and aspirations.
  3. Look around and you’ll find a lot of things to swoon over. If you try, you can find happiness even in the little things of life.
  4. Try out new stuffs especially the things that you’ve never done before. . At least the ones you think you are bad at. You will be surprised to discover that you are capable of doing much more than you’ve imagined.

A few things you can try when you are lonely:

  1. Try reading new books. Books are really interesting once you start getting the hang of it. Especially the ones that makes you swoon over.A book can be your best friend. It’s a totally different world out there.
  2. If you love pets and have enough space then try buying one. I personally prefer puppies. You can’t predict the way in which they light up your mood and your world.
  3. Sleep. It may sound stupid. But sleeping is one of the best remedies when you feel lonely. When you sleep, you will forget all the dreary experiences and when you wake up you will have the spirit to accept everything as part of life.

Written by Guest Blogger Sandra Paul

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Hey there ! I’m Sandra Paul. I’m sure no one knows me and I ain’t that famous . I’m just a normal girl who loves to goof around. I love to laugh and I take it to an extent where people wonder if I’m nuts! And I love dogs. I believe they are the best partners one will ever get . I own one too. Her name is Leucy and yes she’s the one featuring my blog!! This is my first blog and I don’t have an idea as to how it’s going to be. I hope for the best ‘-‘.

Well, another amazing guest blog from the public. Sandra, i loved your work and i am really happy to have you in our family. She is absolutely amazing, honest and truthful. I met Sandra randomly through Instagram, where i came across her Instagram stories and she wrote a small script about HOME and it was outstanding. It clicked me instantly, that i needed to ask her for a collaboration in my blog and she  deserved to be heard by the world.  And that`s always our mission, to pinpoint the talents that lie hidden inside a person and a little bit of guidance and self-confidence, you all can make magic, just like Sandra did and the daydreamers are really proud of you.Give her a follow if you did wish to keep up-to-date with her life @s.a_n.d_r.a_0_0

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If you enjoyed her debut blog by Sandra, spread love and leave down your opinions in the comment section below. Also, stay tuned more more amazing and talented writers to come into the spotlight.

 

 

 

3 Day 3 Quote Challenge: Day 3

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Looks like we are back again with the challenge and its finally DAY 3, the last day of the challenge. Now So, lets wrap it up with a powerful quote you can carry on in your life:

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“Strength of the tree is not in its timber but in its roots

The first thing that comes to my mind when I read this quote is a name, “Derek Redmond”. During the Barcelona semi-finals in 1992 Derek hold the record for 400 m race and he was all set to defend it. Everything seemed fine during the run suddenly when he snaps his hamstring. He is in extreme pain and hobbles to finish the race. His father runs to his aid and says son you don’t have to prove anything. But he says he need to finish it and finishes it. He’s showed that no matter what the situation if your roots are strong enough we can hold off any storm.

The idea behind the quote is that we have to have faith in life. Faith is one of the most important things that helps us to keep going forward. You have to faith no matter what the situation is. Strong faith is what roots our personality. No matter what we are or where we are from without a strong base we can’t over come all the hardships in life.

There are going to be situations that are going to drag us to the dirt but if our will is strong no matter what the odds we can overcome them. The best way to surpass our limits is to push ourselves to the maximum. Only by overcoming strong winds can the roots go deep. Without having a strong roots winds could knock you over and tear the shallow roots that you have right out of the ground. We have to strive towards an ideal to stay with what we believe in.

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Today is our official last day of this challenge and it was definitely a lot of fun and we thank all our readers for reading it this far. Our lucky last 3 nominees are going to be YouTubers and do check on their channel, feel free to subscribe and i am curious how these challenge will turn out for these interesting Youtubers.

  1. @Magdalena
  2. @Life & Time of Us
  3. @Katie Lauren

This challenge has no boundaries, and can be done by any artist. Its not just meant for bloggers but to anyone who can create magic with their thoughts and words

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Here below is Abhishek Photography.

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Thank You so much for writing for the daydreamers Abhi. You make up such amazing quotes and always make me wonder how someone can be so talented. You have this gift of channeling all your emotions into words that you should put into better use. Keep writing and I’ll always be here to give you the push that you need! I hope you liked the 3 DAY 3 QUOTE Challenge by the daydreamers and keep up to date for upcoming surprises and projects.

Looks like its time to wrap it up, as always, if you liked our guest artist Abhishek way of interpretation and if he has motivated you, feel free to comment below your love and support and if you enjoyed his photography, do follow him on Instagram @abhishekkrish

If you missed DAY 1 and DAY 2, click below:

Hope to see you soon.

Lots of love
Dochi & Chiri