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What do you expect? chocolate cake was going to fall off!

So I don’t like my photos being taken. So I have one standard smile for all my pictures. So I always look a little fat in photos (and photos alone!). So I hardly have any memories of important events in my life. So I hate looking at photos (let alone take pictures of them) with just animals and insects and objects of mass appeal (supposedly interesting) like trees, empty roads, rocks, building, flowers, beaches, parks and sunrise/sunset. Does this mean that I don’t appreciate the finer things in life? That I don’t understand art? That I don’t really understand what was meant to be conveyed? This just means is that I can’t connect to such captures on a personal level; that these photos don’t really talk to me. I like observing and forming my own perspective on things that are meant to be a work of creative mind. I love “looking” (read getting buried in moments) at pictures that have people in them! I love observing the lives and moments of many those who are so different than me. I love expressions, I love images that capture emotions and I love photographs that tell a tale. For me, photography is about people and that very moment that they choose to freeze. It’s about the bond with their families, their relationship with themselves and others, the closeness with people in their lives, their idea of self expression, it’s about seeing them find comfort in their space, it’s about their moments of joy, it’s about being a part of their adventure and sharing a laugh with them. It’s about my hopes of experiencing the same thrill. I especially love seeing photographs of a wedding. It conveys celebration, enjoyment of family members and friends gracing the occasion, bride and groom’s anxiety of spending a life together with someone they consider their soul mate, hope of promises being fulfilled in future and eagerness of a shy and happy bride to make a beautiful tomorrow for herself and her husband. Even though I don’t like being clicked, in my eventful last one year, I have taken pictures of myself with my friends (thanks to them) more than I’ve ever taken of myself in the last 25 years. I am starting to capture my adventures of life to share them with people I really care about.  I want to relive each of these moments 20 years from now and my collection is going to be a reminder of my fond memories.

Sam’s burgers??

I-Rider!!

So, despite my efforts to keep myself motivated to post a new entry, I dint so far! No surprises there. Don’t be misled by the title. It has got nothing to do with what I am going to say here.

As I pack my bags for Bangalore, a city that I love in equal amounts to Butter Chicken (no pun!); I gaze at the “MBA transformed me” through the window of future to the limitless possibilities and opportunities that await me. No no no, I am not talking about my path to being the next Marketing Director at an MNC, but exploring the fun, adventure and crazy side of me. That’s what I want to do.  I want to fill my big bucket with moments of animal-ness with friends in crazy bike rides, venturing out to new places, letting loose with karaoke-ing, dirtying my hands at adventure sports, finding new places to eat, trekking, video-gaming, learning a new skill, completing a full marathon, spending a vacation at the Himalayas, giving a motivational speech to an audience and the list goes on. I have to admit, I have been an extremely boring person. Picture this, my life on a weekend at home- Get up late, eat, get ready, read a book, eat, watch movies and sitcoms, eat, (no talking on the phone, no texting friends), go out for a while, catch some exercise (cos’ my mum wouldn’t let me live in peace- “beta, moti ladkiyon se koi shaadi nahi karta”), eat again, read, think about how life would have been at Hogwarts and finally force myself to sleep! Whoa, I have already wasted loads of my time, but not anymore. Now, I want to just get out there and EXPERIENCE the THRILL that life has to offer. I have a crazy bunch of friends who’d be happy to help here. I have already tried my hands at off-roading and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I have made a start and I know for sure, I am going to keep at it. The fun side of me is just waiting to rip itself out of the existing me. Also, I am in search of the place serving the world’s best burgers and I have this feeling, I am going to find it at Sam’s. Who’s Sam by the way?

Beginnings

“Nothingness” is about capturing the moments that teach me about myself. It’s an expression of what I feel, how I react to situations and what I learn from them. It’s about embracing my imperfection. It’s about consciousness. It’s about gratitude and giving due credit. It’s about candid conversations. It’s about experiences. It’s about my interactions. It’s about my love for speaking. It’s about my love for food. It’s about my love for sitcoms. It’s about my attempts to keep fit. It’s about controlling my temper. It’s about my love for aimless wandering. It’s about my life. Why “nothingness”? After my father’s death in 2007, there is a part of me which lives in non-existence. This gives meaning to my life every single day. This is my driving force, my source of energy. It’s about this realisation - Nothing is constant. In my attempt to achieve permanency in life, I have lost out on many things. I have also realised that there is nothing anymore that can give me ABSOLUTE happiness or ABSOLUTE motivation. I’m always high on energy and spirits, but needless to say, it always feels like “I can feel still more”. 

Anyhow, I'm hoping, my attempt to write is not dampened by my meaningless excuses this time.