My mom took me on a ride on her bike a few days back. I enjoy bike rides, even though my mom isn’t too good at adrenaline-pumping, wind-rushing-wildly-across-your-face driving.Continue reading A Blurry World// Photography and Aimless Musings
The ‘me’s I have been were all not so hard to handle, except that since they didn’t come with a manual, no one tried to understand how to. Perhaps I still am a strange creature to some. A mystery whose answer lies right at their fingertips.
I have owned and nurtured a vast variety of ‘me’s under the same skin I wear today. The ones which were vibrant and brimming with life. The ones with empty eyes. The ones whose hearts sang, the ones who wanted to touch the sky, and the ones who lumbered in the shadows. All my pasts, and all pieces of my present.
To all the ‘me’s I’ve been before, I love you. All those bruises you gave me, I tried to wear them the way the other girls wear makeup. I squirm at the stupid things you did, the terrible things you said, and I laugh at how the ugliness of your persons make you all the more beautiful. And I mourn at the fact that I can never go back, I can’t sail away into the easier world you lived in.
I dream of the lives of the ‘me’s I left behind, and I recoil at the same thought sometimes. To all the ‘me’s I was before, I don’t love you all the time, through all things, but I would never trade anything for the messy past you wrote for me. So many things about you I still don’t understand.
Maybe I went and stupidly rummaged through your personalities to find my own, and it was just scarier than I expected to find myself unlike all of you. But when I brush my fingers against yours, I realise that so much of what I am is what I have been.
a h u m a n b e i n g
find a tune of your own
unlike what everybody’s sung
find new heights to your horizons
and let new stories leave your tongue
seek lands you’ve never been to
let your spirit run wild and free
for to be a human ‘being’
you must do more than simply ‘be’.
p i r a t e
wooden block for his left foot
black strap across his eye
his heart belonged to the ocean
and his gaze pierced the sky
he was a fearless vagabond
his world existed beyond the shore
he could fight like a tiger
and had ferocity in his roar
but the only things he plundered
were his weaknesses and his fears
and the treasure he was hunting
was his purpose of being here.
f l o w e r s
sow memories in your mind
and give them all your care,
then reap them like flowers
and wear them in your hair.
enjoy them to the fullest
in all their scents and tints
and press them in your pages
when they begin to wilt.
Constructive criticism much appreciated. 🙂
For HARPs Round 7
Points: 3+6+2= 11
Written as part of HARPs Round 5
Team: Butterfly, Points: 3+8+2=13
What I want to share with you today is unlike what I usually post. I’ve seen many ‘identity crisises’ going on around the blogosphere, and that has gotten me thinking- what is the identity of my blog?
The reason my blog is called Born Free was initially this- my name itself means free, and I was raised with constant reminders that I was free to decide my course in life and make my own choices.
But perhaps there’s more to the name than just that.
At a time that feels like so long ago, I used to think that I was misinterpreted and that I was a part some race of people that was impossible to comprehend. And regardless of the fact that I didn’t understand myself in the first place – and probably still don’t – I chose to sulk about how others didn’t understand my mind.
Without having unearthed what was beneath my skin on my own, I convinced myself that this world was full of insolent, selfish jerks who would never try to look at me as I ‘truly was’. Perhaps that’s an exaggeration on the point, but that is what I thought, plain and clear.
But I can say that time has removed the jagged edges to those thoughts.
My life was never hard. My family and friends and environment saw to that. Well, more accurate than saying it wasn’t hard is to say that it was easy.
Everything came easily to me, I had everything I needed to live a good, content life. And today I can see that the insolence and the selfishness was not in the world that I thought didn’t understand me, but in me.
So many people in this world are suffering and I chose to wrap myself in a cloak of troubles I had never faced! My life was such a good one and still, I would write of unreasonable gloom when I should’ve been grateful for that perfectly good life!
I should’ve stopped sulking and stepped out into this beautiful world. I should’ve broken out of my cocoon and have realised that I was a butterfly, and plunged headfirst into the world, powered by optimism. I should’ve stopped feeling lost and tried to find myself.
And that is why I want to do more than vent out pointless feelings. I want to acknowledge and spread and create beauty. I want to show my long-gone former self that I did not come to life to be someone who simply sat and complained at nonexistent problems. I want to be more than that.
I was born with hopes and dreams and a chance to make something good from my days. And you were too.
That is why we are born free, me and you.
You know, just the other day, I was thinking about how wrong everything is. Society is messed up, the world is an avenue of hate, the people are egoistic and vain and crude, and everything is so endlessly and unconditionally wrong.
But as it turns out, our world is an ironic place. Evil comes with good, lies come with truth, and wrong comes with right. That’s just the way things are.
Since the beginning of our kind we have done so much. We have organised ourselves, set up our own worlds, we have recognised beauty and created it. We’ve come here and done things.
Even the simplest things you see around you are society’s doing. The world is as much our creation as it is nature’s. You reading this, and me writing it; there is always someone to thank for the most casual things.
So I feel that sometimes, even though it is most definitely messed up, society needs to be reminded less of what it’s done wrong, and more of what it’s done right.
When I first began to get tagged for awards and such, I used to be super ecstatic. That’s when laziness took over. It’s been the ruling party for so long, but now, the opposition (me, basically) decided to make a move.
Today I’m going to be doing The Change Award, a really neat tag by my good friend Gracie, in celebration of her well-deserved 500 followers! *confetti*
So this time, I’m going to be taking a different angle. Since these questions are rather thought-provoking and I like making things unique, I decided to write my answers in verse. 😀
- Link back to me, as well as whoever nominated you (check)
- Include this: I, Gracie Chick of A Light In The Darkness, created this award to highlight the importance of young people taking responsibility for the future of their world. The Change Award also gives them the opportunity to share with others what they believe in. (okay, I suppose that does it)
- Answer the questions below (I’ll get to that)
- Nominate as many people as you like. (that’ll be at the end)
Okay, guys, let’s plunge right in!
Make a list of the things you want to change about schools.
May learning not imprison us
But rather set us free
May grades not be stamped on us
Like they’re our identity.
May we be taught that what we’re learning
Is really for the good
And the reason to seek knowledge
Is not simply because ‘we should’.
Make a list of the things you want to change about local communities.
May kindness be a weapon
Over society’s constant hate
May people learn to respect opinions
And learn to coordinate
May hearts welcome each other
And love, not lies, be exchanged
And when we look back later
May we beam upon the change.
Make a list of the things you want to change about the world, your world.
I want to seize every joy
And fill it into cartons
And take it to my inner world
And finally care for its gardens
Then I want to pluck their flowers
Before they wither and fall down
And proudly place them atop my head
Like a flower crown.
Now that that’s done, here are my nominees (I have tried not to include the ones already nominated, so there)-
I’m sorry if I missed you! If you want to do this, there’s nothing stopping you. 😉
Highlights from January
I GOT SO MANY DESIGN ORDERS I ALMOST DROWNED IN THEM
My average bedtime is now 11 pm. I suppose that’s enough said. -_-
So far I’ve had 20+ clients, all in a matter of three months from starting Design Pique Studios, my free web design service! Okay, it’s getting hectic, but sometimes I have to admit that hectic is fun. Plus, it’s one of the main reasons I haven’t been around in a while.
Right now, the site’s on hiatus because it’s getting too much for me to do at once, plus I’ve got waaaay too many exams coming up next month. But some new updates to the site since I first created it is a video which you can see on the home screen, plus a Portfolio page for all my projects.
I STARTED ATTENDING ALICIA SOUZA’S DESIGN MENTORSHIP PROGRAM
Okay, you have NO IDEA how excited I was about this. A couple months back I entered a mentorship program, and I was all over the place when I found out that I got selected and- maybe you should check out my post on Design Pique in which I talk all about it and drive you mad. That’ll be much easier.
I READ FIVE BOOKS (working on it), AND BOUGHT THREE PHYSICAL ONES
Haha, five books is nothing for some of you, I know. BUT with my crazy life and orders and assignments from my program alongside, that’s saying something.
Also, we bought three books. OH, COME ON. We never buy physical books. My dad always insists on ebooks because they don’t take up too much space. If you want to know what made him change his mind this one time, it’ll be quite a bit of a story.
We were on vacation to Bombay, and then somehow we figured that there was a certain “book street” in Colaba (read more about that here). I had no idea what that meant. Being a curious family, we decided to check it out.
If you’re a book lover, this is one of the reasons you have to visit India.
It was- you guessed it- a complete street lined with tons and tons of books. Secondhand books. For about half the usual price.
Naturally, I went cuckoo, and so did my dad.
MY ART RATE WENT DOWN AND THEN… IT CAME UP
I hardly did any art in January. And, well, this probably doesn’t count as a January highlight, but today I took part in a painting competition in our locality. It was conducted by the husband of a late artist, which made me feel nice about taking part.
There was no theme, and I had no time to think something good up, and what I ended up with was… this. Excuse that it looks sort of dark.
Another little detail is there were three age groups and one winner was to be chosen from each, and my painting won in my category. 😀
I’m not going to talk too much about what my prize was, because I don’t like talking about things like that. But I would like to mention that it included a paintbrush which that late artist used to use, and I will treasure it forever. ❤
Yep, the worst part.
Orders are too much for my puny being to handle. Plus exams. And then there’s life. This site’s going to be taking a bit of a rest for a few months, but hey, a few months! I’ll be right back in late March. I may sneak in that occasional post, with updates or something like that, and I will be reading and commenting on your posts, but no consistency.
We all need a break once in a while, hm? 😉
Thanks to all of you for reading! See you here again in March, and I hope you have a lovely day!
On our recent vacation, which was the main reason for my absence throughout December, we visited the sea twice. Once it was for a ferry ride and once it was to visit the beach. And while we were there, I remember my mom randomly asking me a question- what do we learn from the sea?
And this question isn’t just any old question. Think about it, what do we learn from the sea? Logically speaking, there can be many philosophical angles to this question. For instance, my mother said that the sea tells teaches her to break through her boundaries and to reach beyond the limit the world has set, the way the sea crashes against the shore, seeking to leave it behind.
When I mused over it for a while, a poem I had previously written popped into my mind. I said that the sea showed me how there are both rises and falls in life, both ups and downs, but they are both parts of the ocean of our lives. The disruptions and joys that we experience from time to time, when seen from a broader perspective, are only parts of it, and they are what makes it whole.
And so I followed my train of thought here, and I am eager to know where it will lead you. So here’s something you can do when you have nothing else on your hands- think about it, and tell me, what does the sea tell you?
I’ve been busy. Don’t roll your eyes now.
Things have been going on, I’m so happy about all the support I’m getting for Design Pique, and that’s been keeping me very occupied, so I haven’t posted for some three weeks.
But I had to get back here and patch things up, and art is very helpful when it comes to patching up, so there.
I have not been completely unproductive around art, but I also decided to put in some other ones I did earlier this year. Enough said. And before I get started with that, I want to put in that I’m going to have zero posts this November. But maybe after I’ll post about how it went, so there’s something to look forward to.
I was also supposed to do a post for the Ode to Zella tour, but I don’t have enough time to do a different post for it, so I’ll just be leaving a link.
Today I’m having an art collab with Buttercup from Typically Untypical Teen. I’m sure you didn’t guess. 🙄
Recently I designed Buttercup’s blog as a DPS project (find the Overview here– Behind the Screens coming soon) and after I was done with it I asked her about this. This will be a five-question interview, and I’m going to answer art-related questions she set for me- you can find her answers to my questions in this post, and you might as well give a follow.
Well, here we go!
Will art be a part of your future occupation?
Will? I don’t know. May? Absolutely.
Being a full-time artist is not something I’m thinking of, but yes, I want my profession to have something to do with art. As a designer, though currently non-professional, I’m sure that someday I’m going to have to stop using graphics from the net and start turning my own art into some. And, well, whether or not I’m going to be a designer by profession, art is still going to be a major hobby.
Who’s your role model in the artist community?
To be frank, I don’t know all that many inspiring painters. Wow.
But there is this one person on Instagram who does the most amazing double exposure paintings and I want to paint like her someday and JUST LOOK AT THAT. *sighs*
Realism or Cartoon?
I don’t have a problem with either, I showed you my hand in cartooning in this post, but I feel realism works better for me. My personal style is more into fine art, mandalas and zentangle, which I’ve posted about a couple
Faber Castell or Prismacolor?
Prismacolor is amazing. I’ve seen art being done with it and it works magic. But I don’t even remember using it. I used something like that in my cousin’s place and I’m not even sure it was Prismacolor but STILL IT’S THE BEST AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. *snorts*
What are your three best projects?
Hahahhaaa this question was freaking me out the whole time 😂
From this post:
… Aaand my best take on realism:
Well, that’s all for today! Hope you enjoyed that, and wish all my fellow NaNoers a very happy November- oh, in case you need a recap why the world is stressing out about it so much, it’s because we’re all perfectionists too arrogant to admit our work is not a lump of fungus. Chop chop. End of story.
Check out this insanely relatable NaNo post from Ruby Sky and Gracie’s lovely post about her experience with Design Pique! All gifs are taken from the net, so credits go to their respective owners.
P.S: Have you ever used Prismacolor? What are your plans for November? Do you have any watercolour tips or any artists you know who are worth checking out? If you’re an artist, link some of your art, and I may share it in my next post in December!
Let me start by saying that I am just another regular human being in this chaotic world. I have two arms and two feet, two ears and two eyes, just like you. I also have an intricate and functioning body system, the way you do, a gift from nature that I can never fitly compare with anything else. I have feelings, I have rage, I have breakdowns. Today I have a thought to share, because if a regular human being’s ranting is important in the very least, every other being is capable, possibly even more capable, to think the way I do.
This post is unlike anything I have written here before. I have never had a take on writing about serious social issues, but there’s a first time for everything, huh? Looking at the situation we are in right now, I believe that voicing my opinion is important because it is viewed from an angle very different from the one we all look through.
Dear inhabitants of planet Earth, after spending a good time thinking about this, I have a message for you.
You are scientists and artists and doctors and engineers, businesspeople and coders and linguists and teachers. Everything mankind could never have imagined when it came to being, you are today. You are developing, evolving, ever-changing. You are a species with growing ideas, a population with unconditional needs. But have you ever stopped to think…
Aren’t we parasites to the Earth? We suck away what she gives us without a care in the world, without regarding in the least the dangerous amounts we take away from her. How can we claim to be any better than the mosquitoes and leeches that live on our blood? Perhaps, in the case of these insects we hold so lowly, we will only find but one or two on us occasionally, and even then we don’t rest until they are killed. Imagine seven billion mosquitoes sucking at your blood, seven billion leeches crawling over your body. That is what Earth is enduring. That is what she has been holding on her back for centuries, a mass of parasites selfishly tugging away all life from her. And you say she is unclean, you say she is polluted! Is it not you who took everything from her? How can you rip off everything that makes her beautiful and call her ugly?
Maybe you are harassing her and you don’t even know it! I know I am, I know everyone is, in some way or the other! How? When factories rip away the resources she gives and spit out piles and piles of human pleasures, does Earth enjoy it very much? Yes, sometimes it is necessary, for things like toothpaste and soap and more of such, but is it necessary all the time?
People will say “Plant a tree” or “Switch off the taps when not in use” or “Don’t waste electricity”, but really, for every tree planted, hundreds are cut down. For every drop saved, innumerable are sent down the drain. Don’t get me wrong- What people say is true, but it is what we have been told for decades. Today’s carefree generation does not want any more advice, but a reason to care.
And have you thought about that? Why care?
If nature really is a living entity, if you title her your Mother, does she deserve to be treated this way? Is this life a game in which you take as much as you can from her and turn her away? Mass factory production, brutal flaying of life-giving trees and filling their space with tar and cement, this is all stripping of what she has to give us, and when we take more than she can bear she keeps on giving- Do you need more reasons to care?
So what can I do about it? You say. You can get a sapling and pot it, but of course, there isn’t the time. Or you can switch off the lights when not in use, but hey, you never even leave them on! There are millions and millions of things you can do, but most of them are boring and you don’t even know some.
No, I am not going to list out the endless list of things, I am going to tell you the one, simple, doable thing that if done by everyone will actually make an impact…
Do you really need those piles and piles of clothes? Next time you go shopping, think about it. Do I need this, really? And this one single question can do wonders to the world. Before asking your parents for a new mobile, think about it. Do I need it, really? All this production, all this tearing away from Earth nonsense, it is we who can put an end to it. It is we, the population with unconditional needs, who can change the world together if we reduce them. No, you don’t need that pair of jeans to stay alive. You don’t need a new pair of shoes to survive. If you find the life of this noble giver more precious than all of your leisurely possessions, then vow to make a difference!
Today, right now, close your eyes for two minutes and declutter your mind, separate things into what you need and what you don’t. One person can’t change the world, but we can, together.
Please do share and reblog this post and spread the word. Don’t be a parasite, the world needs you!
I had seen gems being used in zentangle since forever, and I finally decided to try it out. It used to look so complicated to make, but once I started, I realized that I was mistaken.
See that picture up there? That was the first gemdala (termed by me) that I made and actually liked. Since then, I have obsessively drawn, coloured and used gems in my zentangle like a hyperactive lunatic. Which I am, of course. Sometimes.
As I did it, I couldn’t help but notice that my way of drawing gemstones was different from the tutorials online. Seemingly simpler, too. That’s why today, I’m going to show you how I draw them and how you can use them in your zentangle. Continue reading Using Gems in Your Zentangle// An Unprofessional Tangler’s Guide