Pretty tight routine lately, now no less, however, I desperately wanna blog this.
Milk in the mug, reading Mr. Fake’s latest post is how I have been ending my everyday routine for almost a week now. This mystery blogger, supposedly, an insider of the Kolkata Knight Riders leaves thousands hooked to his blog bringing in loads of drama and confusion, penning out every single detail, right from breakfast to night of the crew. With this talented mole in the KKR team, this IPL is getting more interesting than the real one.
I have been just pondering, how can this guy whose – 1. posts run to at least 3 daily on an average; 2. has a massive fan following where the numbers augment by a thousand in less than a day; 3. has a good writing skill and acumen enough to match a professional columnist/ an author, just have been playing 11 down all these days unnoticed? Well, he could definitely make a good career handling the pen rather than go for this backyard brawl for the bat.
Minus the deprecating dirty innuendos, he plays the blog world really well. It comes out to be a fun-filled group activity among friends--reading the inside skinny on his team; laughing over his hilarious statements, cracking his well-framed code names and playing Agatha Christie trying to find the real Mr. Fake. Of all, like many guesses go, this could end up being just a publicity scam or a mode of viral marketing. Whatever the strategy, Mr. Fake sure is hogging the limelight!
And finally, me, having been a “not-really-interested-about-cricket” type, now adding an ingredient of this Fake IPL player thing, fake it is though, I've started finding a good place in the “truly-mad-about-cricket” rap session that I have always felt unbelonged! 
Meanderings...
Sometime last year,
Past midnight, call from my folks wishing me birthday--
---A strange moment, somehow. Something about the air around me, was different than the air a couple of days before.
Veranda of my suite, the star studded lights of the city, alone, and oceans away from home, a country unfamiliar, I couldn't quite get what life was taking me through.
The city was beautiful, by the way. It was fresh and vibrant, an air of party it did exude. After work, I was doing a bit of the eat-walk-taxi-walk-walk and just soak in the moment. Ofcourse, I couldn't really eat what the locals there did, they could manage with anything but vegetables. That is where I learnt, "vegetarian" to them meant Meat+Vegetables and not only veg! So I had to go about saying, No-meat, No-chicken, strictly only vegetables..- only to end up gettin a burger and a leaf of raw cabbage in it for all that I paid! Huhh!!
I did a bit of shopping, a bit of travelling on the weekends. Nature was at its best indeed.
Living alone there was making me question a lot about life. I was enjoying my time, no doubt, but I still was not quite sure if I did fit right in and comfortable, sandwiched in smothering luxury, a bit too perfect and artificial. Watching the Indians abroad..the desi-turned-videsis, with their dollar dreams, swayed by the falsity around, I wondered if they ever harbored a feeling of not being totally an Indian or a localite there! A confused breed, i thought. And as I could see, the same bug has been biting people in India too.
Anyways, I was happy that I was returning in sometime, hmm, was actually looking forward to.
The wind, was already calling my name. After all, there is nothing like being at home!
Takes too long to dry!! *shrug*
I couldn't walk off this scene that touched my heart.
A quick sketch. Location-a construction site.
Sketch that followed up..Madhuri Dixit, from my notebook cover.
I was ecstatic! I finally realized that I COULD draw something that exactly resembles what I was looking at! I didn't need lessons..I could do this on my own. :)
My first pencil portrait.
Dates few years back.
I was sitting in the classroom, bored, after having completed the test quite early. I had this kid's photograph on the back-cover of a book lying on the desk. I started drawing just to kill time; the result-an absolute epiphany.
Up until that time, I had always been drawing, but had never taken it seriously and I never thought I could actually capture expression on paper. I admit, I surprised myself that day. I sat through the break, skipping my lunch to finish this one.
Couple of days back, I was discussing with my folks about inspiration and how I have been afflicted with a lack thereof lately. I agreed to what they said- the cure resides in just getting back from work and routine and do all what I love to-drawing, singing, clicking away photos, designing..and everythin in this world I feel is creative enough to keep me alive..-,hmmm..I know I can never stop with one! *grin*
Perplexed and bewildered over lack of time for so many days now, I finally decided that I would start blogging my works, a mixture, ofcourse. :) The kickoff- I designed the background for the blog. *pats*
Erm..Yeah..So roni is finally figuring..(??)..-- doing annnnything creative, "even in a small way", is definitely and absolutely liberating!! **nods** :)