The Leibster Award

This is surreal! I cannot believe that I am receiving this nomination. I only have one person to thank for both my nominations, that is the beautiful blogger handling the site WhenLifeAwakens. Her blog has a huge variety of content which is really insightful and inspiring. The way she has designed the layout of her site is really adorable.

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The rules for this award are:

  • Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog. Try to include a little promotion for the person who nominated you. They will thank you for it and those who you nominate will also help you out as well. 
  • Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. 
  • Write a 150-300 word post about your favourite blog that is not your own. Explain why you like the blog, provide links.
  • Provide 10 random facts about yourself. (This year I’m making this optional. If you wish to engage with your readers it’s a great idea to include random facts about you.)
  • Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 200 followers. 
  • List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here or simply link to this post.) 

 


I don’t really think I will be able to pick a favourite blog! There is something or the other that I absolutely love about the blogs I have read during my short experience in the blogging community. I would like to show my appreciation by nominating the blogs that I look forward to read.

10 Random Facts About Me:

  1. I’m a Leo and I strangely love that about myself.
  2. I’m a people’s person.
  3. The best thing one could do for me would be to lock me up in a library with unlimited supply of coffee.
  4. I love dancing.
  5. My brain does this thing called — being extremely impulsive. ( The struggle! )
  6. I have a tendency to look at things in a deeper than usual way. ( Read more here: Why The Kaleidoscope(h)? )
  7. The two people who matter to me the most are my parents.
  8. I love indulging in sweet treats every now and then. (Guilty sweet tooth!)
  9. I find shopping the best stress buster.
  10. I’ve recently discovered that I really enjoy driving alone.( Read more here: Just Another Casual Day )

My nominations for this award are:

  1. Mystery Vita
  2. THOUSAND LETTERS
  3. Awaken and Breathe
  4. Traci York
  5. Boo and Little Man

I really look forward to interacting with you all in the future and better my time in the blogging community. Thanks again to WhenLifeAwakens for the nomination and extra motivation.

Unique Blogger Award

I am extremely honoured and grateful to have received a nomination for this award. This is my very first award nomination. Thank you WhenLifeAwakens for nominating me! This gave me, an amateur blogger, a little extra boost of encouragement.

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The rules attached to this award are:

  1. Mention the blogger who nominated you
  2. List the rules
  3. Answer three questions
  4. Nominate 8-13 bloggers for the award
  5. Ask them three new questions

The answers to the questions asked by WhenLifeAwakens are:

1.What is your favourite memory from childhood?

My favourite childhood memory is captured in the photographs of me cracking up into toothless laughter in my parents’ arms.

2. If there one thing you could change about the world, what would it be?

I would want for the people of the world to co-exist in peace and harmony. I think that’s the most important thing in this day and age – forgetting about all sorts of discrimination.

3. What dream of yours would you like to see come true?

Its my dream to eradicate illiteracy from the world. I really feel illiteracy the root cause of most of the problems being faced in this millenium. I’d really love for this dream to come true.

Now, coming to the nominations. My time at WordPress has been short yet exciting. I’ve come across many interesting bloggers and this is my way of saying that I really admire your work. So here are my nominations:

  1. Phoenix With A Pen
  2. Abs and Wrinkles
  3. Awaken and Breathe
  4. coolreaderblog
  5. Autumn’s Inner Thoughts
  6. the Lamp, the Teacup and some Chaotic Overthinking
  7. Wholeness for the Broken
  8. Arpi3site

Here are my questions for y’all:

  • What, according to you, is the best feeling?
  • If you had to choose a superpower, what would it be and why?
  • What is your go-to novel/book and why?

I’d love to see your answers!

 

Why The Kaleidoscope(h)?

I wanted this blog to be a page where I can be myself unapologetically. That’s one of the main reasons for the anonymity. The first decision you have to make when you’re keeping the blog anonymous is ‘What will it be called?’. This was a very big deal for me to be honest. It took me days on end to come to this conclusion. Those days were a combination of bugging my closest friends and surfing the net. Well, obviously, the first thoughts were all very generic and not appealing to me. Then it came to me.

I knew the reason I wanted to start blogging in the first place was to get my perspective out there and in turn get a lot of insight on the demeanor of a variety of people. That led me to having a conversation with a friend about Occhiolism- the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any conclusion at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture.

I was really intrigued by the idea of occhiolism! After learning about it I fed my soul with novels. I had a new found zest about reading. My feet traced the way to the library more often. I made it a point to read a variety of genres. “A reader lives a thousand lives, a person who doesn’t read just lives one”; this saying had new meaning to it now.

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The concept of perspective stuck with me. I wanted to play around with this idea. That compelled me to look at everything in new light, with all the possible angles, which in turn led me to The Kaleidoscope. It is an optical instrument whose inside is made up of mirrors, allowing you to see the inside of it in all the possibe angles. I knew it then that this had to be the name of my blog page. Also in case you’re wondering, ‘Why the h after it randomly?’, well it’s the first letter of my name. I wanted to brand mark it in a way.

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So this blog is my attempt to implore everyone reading this to expand their vision and look at things differently. Be a kaleidoscope!

Just Another Casual Day

Like everyday, today was no different. I was ready to fall back into the same old routine – get up every morning, dress up, go to college and come back home. So I did.

The most exciting thing in my life of lately (excluding Game of Thrones, of course!) is that I’ve recently learned how to drive. So instead of taking the public transport I drive myself to college, which is fun because whilst driving through the roads in solitude I get a lot of time to brood over life and its ways. One of the many interesting thoughts I had while driving today was how deeply your state of mind and maturity level reflects on your driving.

I vividly remember myself when I’d just about begun to learn my ways with a car. I was a hyperactive and irrational driver. Whereas since a couple of days I seem to have gained some kind of profound expertise in the skill of driving. So much so that I’ve overcome all my weaknesses in that domain which are: parking and driving on an upward slope. Doing so made me relate driving to living life.

When I was parking my car in between two other vehicles, I won’t lie, beads of sweat had found their way to my forehead. I had to make sure not to get any scratches on the car and also park it sufficiently within the allocated space. While for some of you experienced drivers it may not be a big deal but well, for someone like me who has always resorted to valet parking services, you can understand the struggle. But ultimately I triumphed and parked the car perfectly (yay!). This made me realise that unless you do something you are not so sure about, you will never, in your entire life, be sure about it. Just go all out and take risks in life and make a collection of experiences and memories to look back upon.

Anyway, I was already feeling good about myself after having aced at parking the car. Then came the time to head back home after a tiring day at college. So on my way home from college there is this flyover bridge that I need to cross. My only wish everyday I drive to college is that, ‘Let there be no traffic on the bridge’. My wish has always been granted until, of course, today! I reach the flyover and see slow moving traffic. I say a silent prayer to all the Gods and continue to drive forth. I reach the beginning of the flyover and drive the car onto the slope. I tried going as slow as mechanically possible for the car but I had to bring it to a standstill on the slope behind another car. The traffic moves forward and now my only wish is to not let my car go on a reverse downhill. So I let go of the brake and accelerate the car while gradually relaxing my hold over the clutch. Lo and behold! My car moves forward and not the much expected opposite. This continues till I reach the very top of the flyover and I let out a huge sigh of relief. After that the downhill was quite easy because, obviously, gravity!

Doesn’t that strike a chord with life’s ways too? Climbing the ladder towards bettering yourself or success is always difficult. While there are going to be number of things pulling you down, you cannot afford to lose either focus or motivation!

This was a day like any other, only the way I looked at it changed things. It’s up to us whether we want to live our life casually like we always do or find the uniqueness in the little things that we otherwise are oblivious about.

via Daily Prompt: Casual

21.06.17

Well, today is a nice day as of now. I’m sitting at the window seat of the western line train bound to Borivali. There is some sort of strange fascination that I associate with these trains. Maybe because using them was previously forbidden to me. But I’ve always loved train journeys. Be it the local train or the classic sleeper classes. You get to observe such diverse categories of people. Say for example, the lady sitting next to me right now had a problem with me sitting with one of my legs crossed over the other because she feared it might touch her. “Aapko lag raha hai mera per?”(Is my leg touching or hurting you in anyway?), I asked her when it was obviously not. “Lagne ke baad sorry bologe? Mein conscious rahungi na itna time.”(What’s the point of apologises after it touches/hits me? It’s bothering me.) Truly amuses me. Anyway coming back to how I feel about the train. The blowing hot wind compels my hair to fall across my dazed face, making me feel dreary and forcing my eyes to droop. My eyes want to steal any possible chance of dozing but my brain compels it otherwise, knowing that I, being my novice self, will surely miss Vile Parle, the station where I part from this journey. 

      But while I’m at it, let me describe to you the happenings of today. So me and a group of friends decided to have breakfast at a famous South Indian restaurant in Matunga. That was fun because nothing soothes your palate better than authentic South Indian food. However the feeling you get when you enter such a restaurant is nothing short of the like of being the unwanted guests that suddenly just plant themselves at your home. The people working there just want to get rid of you as soon as possible. But all in all the food makes up for it. 

Anyway from there we decided to go to a place called Creeda, that is a board game cafe. We had our rounds with Switcheroo, cash and guns, dobble and camel up. All four of these card/board games were different yet exciting. My friends are still there because well why would you want to leave such an amazing place so soon. But me, things are a little different with. I had to leave early because well home calling. 

So here I am standing at the exit door of the train, to get off at Vile Parle. 

Unique or Abnormal?

Heyyy

Hiii, what’s up?

Going to college. You say?

Nothing much. In college.

This was our conversation today. But say around four years back, around this time of the year, it was the beginning of a new friendship, a one that I wouldn’t ever forget in my entire life. 

He had been a friend for many years before today also but today was the day I trusted him and told him about the guy I liked from school. “What!! Seriously?”, he asked. He was so surprised about it but yet listened to me rant about the how and when and why. 

The next day I come to know that he’s told his friends about it and now everyone knows. So now my crush knows about it and I look like a fool. Oh yes, I was furious! The whole day he was apologising to me, saying he wouldn’t ever spill the beans again, that he really won’t break my trust again. I knew he wasn’t lying. I knew he meant every word he said and I knew I’d found my best friend. Stupid as it may seem, I replied to him with this.


Later that month, because of him letting the cat out of the bag, my crush proposed to me and we started dating. But this isn’t about me and my crush, it’s about me and my best friend and how I absolutely loved him cause he was the guy who was there for me every single time. He was there when I had to complain about my boyfriend, when I had to talk about when my friends were being absolute bitches, he was there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, when I needed a little boost to my morale and also when I needed to be brought back to Earth. He became my go-to person whenever something, anything happened in my life. I remember when it was his 16th birthday, I called him at 12 in the night to wish him Happy Birthday. We’d talked for 6 hours straight over the phone. I never told him this but my parents thought we were dating for a very long time. 

After three years, when I’d broken up with my boyfriend of one and a half years, I was attracted to a guy who was, clearly, not the right guy for me. He warned me about it and told me to stay clear. Despite his warning, me being my impulsive self, started dating the guy that I shouldn’t have. I didn’t tell him, my best friend, about it. Until, of course, about two days later when I couldn’t hold it in, I had to tell him. He was never this angry before. He didn’t want to hear anything about it. All he asked me to do was to break up. He was right, as he always was. But I didn’t.

Two months passed and I wished I had listened to my best friend before. This break up was not a good one for me. I was a train wreck. But the one thing that I was glad about was I had my best friend to fall back to. He was there for me even then, when I was at my worst. This dark phase of my life passed, as they always do. It taught me that he was the person who knew me inside out. I was so sure about our friendship lasting a lifetime. I would never in my life dream about losing a friend like him.

The good old days were back, where we fought like cats and dogs, pulled each other’s leg and insulted each other, all in good spirit though. We were comfortable around each other that way. Each of us knew so much about the other that we could write a book about one another. We talked everyday and discussed our lives. Junior college had come to an end and our admission processes had begun. As much as I hoped for the two of us to be in the same college, it wasn’t possible. I feared that this would create distances that we couldn’t bridge, though I knew we had a friendship strong enough.

It started happening around this time. I used to call him to talk and he wouldn’t pick up my calls. He would reply with a message saying I’m out with friends or I’m busy with some college work, I’ll talk to you later. After a few months he stopped even replying by messages, ignoring my calls, ignoring me altogether. I was angry, mad, furious, outraged and all the other adjectives that describe this emotion. After a while I stopped trying. I did feel like talking to him so many times, wanting to tell him about how my college was and how the people were and what my new friends were like. I called him even, when I couldn’t stand not talking to him. But as usual he didn’t pick up. I cried about it one day and let it out of my system, once and for all. I’d lost him, I thought; kept wondering what went wrong with a friendship like that, with a friendship that I’d treasured. Alas! He wasn’t there to tell me. 

It was on Holi that I messaged him. He said he was glad I messaged because there was something he had to tell me. He said he’d call me when I’m free. So the next day he calls me and tells me “I’m dating” and “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you”. Turns out he’d been dating for six months and he was with his girlfriend many of the times I called him previously so he couldn’t talk. They were on a trial basis and were seeing whether things worked out between them. He didn’t talk to me for six months cause he didn’t want to lie to me, he said. I asked him, ” Then what have you been doing for the past six months if it wasn’t lying?”. I am happy for him, really. He finally found the right girl, I know she’s good for him. But that isn’t my concern. What really mattered to me was that he didn’t tell me. For a span of time he thought we weren’t best friends anymore. I asked him ” Why? Is it because I kept calling you over and over again trying to know what was going on in your life? Or because You distanced yourself from me?”. He knew the answer and so did I. 

I felt like a fool again as I sat in retrospect of what went wrong. 

P.S. : Title courtesy to our never ending argument of whether I’m unique or abnormal.