Venture in to New Realms

Look it up, Google that shit

Find out what people want, you may be the one to give it to ’em

A new business; a start up, you say?

Give it all you’ve got, then

There’s people who value your insight, people who encourage your passion

Look for them, ignore the ‘haters’

“It’s a new dawn, It’s a new day, It’s a new life” – The Muse says

Seize it and make the most

It’s America, you have the power to be your own man

“Dreaming about the things that we could be” be whatever you want to be

Serve food to the homeless, Create your own clothing line

Come what may, you have the capacity to pull it off

Tweet it, Share it, Instagram it

There are people who will see

And, shove aside all modesty

As you venture in to new realms…

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“It’s the end where I begin…”

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

The DJ continued to play his tracks and the posse at my high school prom continued dancing, laughing and enjoying the end of an era. I stood in one corner with a coke in my hand and watched that bunch of people who I shared a significant period of my life. It was the end of June. I was at the end-of-high school prom party in Hotel Meridian, a few miles out of Heathrow International Airport in London. I stood there as I felt reality sinking in. My hands were jittery and my eyes teary. It was as if my insides were being hurt and all I wanted to do was be fixed on the spot in that corner of the dance hall till eternity. As I looked over the ecstatic crowd of beautifully dressed guys and girls from my school year, a hand took mine in a tight grip.

“It isn’t going to be as bad as it seems, you know.” Jane said.

“Isn’t it?”

“No. I won’t let it be that way.” She went on, never letting go of my hand.

We won’t let that happen, mate.” Said Mark, as he approached me from behind and patted my back.

“It’s time.” I said and as I did I felt the heaviest tear relieve me of my composure.

“My flight to Mumbai is under twelve hours.” I gave in to reality.

Three years later I was sitting in a rickshaw on my way to a party. June in Mumbai is a competition of sorts. You had to make it to your destination without a drop of water on yourself. Sure, you can use an umbrella or a rain coat. But the rains and the winds over the oceanic skies play their own game, which makes you completely vulnerable to the slicing water striking you on your every step. I was getting soaked even sitting inside the rickshaw. I sighed and forced myself not to think about the rain making a mess of my neatly combed hair and the newly bought shoes. Instead, I found my thoughts replaying the final moments of the sight of my friends Jane and Mark. Rains; they had a funny way of making me vulnerable. The correlation is crystal clear to this day. May it be the busy streets with endless pedestrians in Mumbai or walking across the Thames towards school in London, the rains were there. They were a part of my identity. They were there when I took off from London and they were there when I landed in Mumbai. Rains were a vital part of my life. It was in these rains, and the sheer number of events in the years since I’d returned to my home country, which make me who I am today.

Imagine you were a very popular individual in a school in London. A foreigner, but you were well known in a school and made plenty of friends. Imagine having to live within the system of a developed nation. Neither a street which left marked with traffic signs nor a garbage bin that attracts pests and diseases. But then you have to leave. You have to leave from the place you are willing to call home. You have to leave from the system that is amazing and fits best to your needs and ambitions. There are several implications one could derive if such a scenario was speculated. It’s an entirely different aspect of reality if you have to live it. It was, certainly, the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to live through. But I survived. I made it through the tunnel and came out on the other side with my pride intact and head held high.

It’s not an easy transition. I was merely seventeen when it happened! I was full of hope and wonder. I didn’t want to let go of my past and I didn’t, not at first anyway. I didn’t want to be a sore bum about it. I tried fitting into the harsher and grayer Mumbai than I’d remembered it to be as a child. It was different. As I had, the city of Mumbai had grown in my absence. I couldn’t make it a week without throwing a fit of rage or resorting to lowly addictions. All of my emotional upheaval had been sourced from the sight I endured on the second day I returned home.

I was applying for college-level courses as a part of my transition process. I used to take the train to the particular college along with a million other commuters. I had learnt to notice the little things. The laborer who cut his finger but wouldn’t leave his work because he wanted the money or the school teacher carrying her books while being pestered by her own two kids. The devil is in the details; I found that out the hard way. It came in the form of a small child. A small child, sat near the railings of a pedestrian overpass, looking at the thousands of commuters who walked by him. I knew that they knew he was there because they involuntarily avoided him, as if it were by default. It seemed their field of vision had neglected his existence. If that seemed bad, the state of the poor child was awful. One arm missing and the other held out in a manner of weak defeat, begging for some change. His limbs were skinny and lifeless as malnutrition had found its perfect host in him. He was, as I was told months later, the perfect symbolism of poverty in India. Because that’s what he was: poor.

I walked home in a trance; my soul deteriorating and the excited flame in my fingers just a numbing, cold after-thought. I couldn’t get rid of that image from my mind for weeks. I suffered from depression. I had nightmares about that poor boy. I felt so helpless. I laughed menacingly at my own inability. I was revolted by myself for being so helpless. The concern of my family and friends guided me, kept the fire alive, and stood by me. Eight months after I left London and returned to my home country I slept for the first time, all by myself, without any medication or therapy.

I began taking charge of my life. I started donating to worthy charities, fighting against poverty in Mumbai. I positioned myself in Non-profit organizations and met several people passionate about the issue. I helped. Also, I completed my college-level courses and enrolled in a college of engineering. I made tall friends, happy friends, talented friends, good looking friends; they were my buddies. I was happy. There were times when I felt utterly hopeless, but I remembered that along with hundreds of others, I took efforts fighting poverty in what little way I could. I love Mumbai. I know I am going to settle in the very heart of the city. There is the grave situation of poverty, I agree, but the magnificence of Mumbai doesn’t diminish in the dark alley ways forgotten platform stations. It is a living sentient being in itself. It is a part of a developing nation, after all. I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to visit Mumbai.

There I was. Reminiscing all of those days as my rickshaw kept swerving and riding across the busy, rainy streets of Mumbai. When I reached my destination there they were. My posse, standing in a group outside the bar, some cheerfully giggling and jumping about while others calmly smoking their cigarettes. All cozied up under their umbrellas and greeting me with cheers, whistles and shouts. I stepped up to them and hugged and clapped hands with each one of them. We went inside the bar and had fun. We danced, we laughed at old memories and did what friends would do. This time around, there wasn’t any crying. There wasn’t any grief waiting to fall upon me. This time there was a glowing prospect ahead of me.

The rains had subsided and I’d stepped out of the bar. I lit one up and Akash and Tania walked up beside me.

“Always moving about. You can never stay in one place can you?” Akash laughed at the criticism.

“He’s got bigger dreams, Akash. Bigger than all of us. But, I wonder. Does this feel like a déjà vu?” Tania asked earnestly.

“It’s not the same as last time, I’ll say that much.” I said with a gentle smile and a roaring rumble in my chest.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m going to miss you.” Akash said as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder in a weird sideways hug. Tania laughed at my startled reaction and joined in. I was ready. I wasn’t leaving anything or anybody behind. I was carrying it all with me; an integral part of me.

“It’s time.” I said and as I did I felt the heaviest tear soak in my immense joy.

“My flight to San Francisco is under twelve hours.” I gave in to reality.

Counting Stars – OneRepublic

Counting Stars is the latest from OneRepublic’s new album, Native.
I don’t know what it is about this song. I love it. It’s a daily anthem at this point. I can’t get enough of this song. The album, Native, is one of the band’s best works and honestly, I can’t express how much I like OneRepublic at this point.
Check out the rest of their songs on Spotify!

Last.fm : http://www.last.fm/music/OneRepublic/Native

Peter Capaldi: It’s not such a bad thing.

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**Post may contain spoilers**
***You probably aren’t a Whovian if you don’t know this already***

Let’s talk about the picture above. Obviously, it is a fan art. BBC has nott revealed any pictures with Peter Capaldi’s inclusion in Doctor Who. Just as well, we won’t have anything to do with Capaldi until the Christmas special.

I read a lot of “concern” from Doctor Who fans across all media and, frankly, I was a bit surprised. Fans seem to have a very strong reaction to the fact that Peter Capaldi is the twelfth Doctor(I might add, in all the hullabaloo of the revealing of the twelfth Doctor, I can spell ‘twelfth’ without having to depend on autocorrect). But let me ask the fans this: What is so wrong about Peter Capaldi being the next Doctor?

It’s not a young man’s game, time travel. And the appeal has worked in the past. That’s how the bloody show began in the first place! Although, there may be several aspects to Capaldi’s Doctor which would have commonalities with the other eleven, he is going to bring a whole new dimension to The Doctor.

I honestly don’t see what Whovians have to worry about. Capaldi is an established actor. Moffat had something in mind for him, otherwise we wouldn’t be concerned in the first place. Plus, I am sure, Moffat is going to make Capaldi work to the bone. A lot is expected off Capaldi.

Matt Smith may have been new and relatively unaware at the  beginning of his era of The Doctor. But, with the growing popularity of Doctor Who, Capaldi has to strap on a bigger pair and match up to the expections of BBC, Whovians and The Doctor.

I’m going to let you decide for yourself if you are going to watch Capaldi’s Doctor with an open mind or not. My favorite youtuber, Paul Verhoeven, might add to my beliefs of Capaldi.

Whovians, this is the progress of the show. Let’s not begrudge Capaldi of this opportunity.

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“What? You’re too good for Peter Capaldi as the new Doctor?”

*Click on the Image to watch the video*

Paul Verhoeven

50 Shades of Blue?

Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe. 9th & 10th August 2013
There are brilliant places in this world;places that make you fixed in that one place in all of time and space. I’ve been to many places in the world: Cornwall (UK), Isle Capri (Italy), Coorg (India), Lake District (UK), Amsterdam (The Netherlands) – all beautiful and magnificent places. Lake Tahoe (California, US) certainly made it on my ‘Top 20 Amazing Places’ list.

This was yet another trip with my family, like all my trips, and this time things were very different. Of course, we have all grown as individuals, and in age over the years, but this trip to Lake Tahoe was different. We had all become completely aware of where we were, where we came from, and where we were headed. But the biggest difference was that I was in charge of the trip.
I was to organize and manage the trip, keep an account of our expenses, and decide the places we were to go. An interesting bit about the whole process was the revelation that my likes and urges to visit certain places were the same things that my parents would’ve wanted to visit. That was a very scary notion; I was like my parents? Huh. Who knew? It’s not so bad, now that I think about it. We have been to countless trips and traveled more than any average family would. I am grateful to my family for that. The exposure to the world I benefited in those trips, through all my years, all seem to lead up to that point in time when I was standing at the edge of Lake Tahoe.
Lake Tahoe is, as everyone knows, a very scenic place. I could write about statistics and facts about Lake Tahoe but I’d rather not. There’s so much more I wish to tell. The trip turned out to be one of the best I’ve ever had. I might be biased, since I came up with the entire itinerary. But, none the less, my family and I enjoyed our time out at Lake Tahoe, and maybe I’d visit again in the winter season. Check out the hype about skiing. God knows I won’t be any good at it.
Travelling to Lake Tahoe, for me, meant two things: keep drinking coffee, and keep the phone charged. I don’t have a DSLR camera. I doubt I ever will. I was content with my 8 MP camera. All of us had smartphones and decent in-built cameras. We took a lot of pictures (some of them uploaded on here) and we came up with a good selection of pictures collaborated from all our phones. The clicks and shutters began an hour into our drive from Sunnyvale to South Lake Tahoe.
My dad loves to drive. Having transitioned, from the Right-hand drive to Left-hand drive, didn’t falter his resolve to drive the entire trip but it did scare the rest of us time and again. We still engage in light banter when it comes to driving on the “wrong side of the road” and having to “follow traffic rules”. We got off the I-680 at Sacramento and continued on to the I-50, a single carriageway woven into the pine trees and valleys of Pollock Pines. I love the drive through a valley. You get to see so many colors, and you come across some wonderful sights along the way.
We saw a stream running along the I-50. The moment we saw the sunlight dancing off the beads of water, we parked at an emergency stop (oops), got off the car, climbed down the less trodden trail, and stood in the tall grass. We were in a valley; the stream flowing along the foot of the hill, the noise of cars quietly whizzing behind our backs, and the mild clippity-clap of the dancing water tapping on the rocks. I didn’t want to leave.

Nature has a subtle influence over us. It’s the one thing you can drown your soul in and won’t feel hurt. This was just the beginning of the trip, I said to myself, and there’s more to come. And, was I right? We were driving along a mountain pass and at the first glance of Lake Tahoe I jumped up in my seat, almost wrenching out my seat belt. All I thought was, “WOW! It’s so blue!”.

There were several instance throughout this trip when I felt that my eyes should’ve been a camera. It’s easy to be frustrated about the pictures that are taken on our phones. They never seem to match up to the sight in front of our eyes. It wasn’t until I got on top of the Observation Deck, via the Gondola, 9,231 feet above sea level, the full-blown impact of Lake Tahoe hit me square in my chest.

It was so much to take in. I was breathless but felt so alive. I soaked in all that blue, and all that sun as if I were a blind person able to see again. It was so much blue; there were so many shades. I could swear I saw more than 6 shades of blue. I jokingly said out loud, to nobody in particular, “Forget 50 Shades of Grey. This is much better.” Honestly, I didn’t expect anybody to hear that. A woman standing next to me laughed, and said, “Right?! Man! It is beautiful up here!” Couldn’t argue with her.

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I intended it to be a relaxing trip. We’d been on too many tours where waking up at 6 AM was mandatory and there was a packed schedule. After our little trip on the gondola we decided to eat some pizza, and drink some beer. Next, we went to a miniature golf course! It may not be much of a surprise for many, but for us this was something we’d never done before. Not only was the experience entirely new to us, but also something we wouldn’t include in a trip. But it was fun. It was relaxing and very amusing. I should go to miniature golf courses more often. As my friend read this, he is going to text me about taking me to the one on El Camino Real.
The highlight of the trip didn’t come until the evening that we got to the beach and saw the sun setting over the many mountains engulfing Lake Tahoe (second picture on this post). It was surreal. I felt as though time had stopped and all that mattered were the colors in the sky dancing over the glistening water body that lay silently in front of me.

There were many more sights I drowned myself in. The Instagram link on the first picture should give you a general idea of the treats you’ll encounter when you visit Lake Tahoe.
All in all, it was a wonderful trip. A friend said that she’d been living in the Bay Area for 20 years and never had been to Lake Tahoe. I hope this makes you want to visit L!
R, we better plan a skiing dig at Lake Tahoe in the near future. We need to get some stuff going for our outdoor-sy projects.
Finally, to my family, thank you. This was a wonderful trip. We laughed, we took a lot of pictures. Mom you looked beautiful. Devi, you are a pretty girl and you should appreciate nature more than the shoes that you were. Dad, the next time, I’m driving.
To the people who’ve never been to Lake Tahoe: Go! There’s so much to do out there. If nothing, just take a bunch of pictures by the lake and cross the border into Nevada. There’s a few casinos out there that one can indulge in.
I’m extremely lucky to be able to go to all these fantastic places in the world. I hope to write more about the places I visit. Maybe, the next one will be my Miniature Golf Course experience with my friends. I’m off to practice swinging a golf club!
Godspeed.

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Nothing Stops Us

It’s a crazy world. For the best part of 25 years you learn more and more every day just to be able to fit in to society. It all comes in different allure.

“You better behave well. Only then will you get that toy.”

“Get a good grade in the test and then I’ll think about letting you go to the party.”

“Keep studying till you get a higher GPA. Then you’ll get in to the college you want.”

“Even if you don’t like your job you have to keep working so you can pay the rent.”

We hear those things along the course of our growth.  It is downright stupid. In all fairness, society itself calls for rebellion. I see the same damn template of a personality in everyone around me. Some of them turn out to be remarkable and admirable indeed. I won’t pry that away from those select few. But others merely seem to be going along the motions of reality. He did it, doesn’t mean you ought to do it too. Not as many people spend time people wondering. If a person discloses his curiosity a cocky response is generally followed: “You know, curiosity killed the cat”. It may as well have. But I am no cat. I am going to wonder why the bus driver chooses top stop for 20 minutes when he should be on the route. I am going to be curious about a news article in my college newspaper; an article about a boy who was shot to death. People put up these brilliant facades of what they’re not and we all recognize. We just don’t say anything, it is in fear of revealing our own self that hides behind our own facades. But, none-the-less we do recognize everybody’s facades. Some are very genuine. Either that or their facades are too bloody convincing. There is a point I am trying to make, indeed. People do what they want to do.

People do what  they want to do. People always have. People always will. We make it seem as thought it wasn’t our decision. In any given minute, our brain has the capacity to process terabytes of data, and subconsciously we do tax our brains as much. The car you bought was definitely of your own liking. It’s just a matter of exaggerating circumstances to your friends; “I dunno. I had a small budget”. Circumstances. That’s what alter our perception. And it is in these circumstances that we expect too much or too little. Within the limits of those expectations we make the shots and do what we want to do.

Just give it a thought. We do what we want to do. It’s our decision. It is on our head, indeed. So why not consciously do something that is indefinitely going to have a positive outcome? Yesterday, I helped out at a homeless shelter. It was the most satisfying experience I’ve experience in a long time. And yes, I did do it because I wanted to. I wanted to feel that good too. There’s no harm in a little greed. So while I am feeling greedy-feel the need to know that I’m doing something right- I should make good of it. I did what I wanted to do. I’d do it again too.

People do what they want to do. It is, however, up to us to see to it that we know the consequences of our actions.

 

Heart feels Desire, Mind thinks Motivation

We all talk about what we desire in the heart of our hearts and about what drives us forward. Rarely do we listen to what our heart says and understand what our mind thinks. Think of a fine silk cloth with intricate artwork. There is careful and cautious design embroidered with woven strands of gold across the lush canvas of silk. Desire and motivation are like the designs on silk, part of the whole canvas. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that desires and motivations are entwined together. What we desire can only be achieved by the right motivation. How we motivate ourselves is always based on the intimacy between our desires and our heart. One can’t exist without the other.

All it takes is desire and motivations to get what we want. But, it is essential we know what we want. It may not be your lucky day if you’ve spent all your effort and time on a certain project and that project fails miserably. You probably wouldn’t feel you are at loss if you weren’t attached to the project. If you had no intention of pursuing that course in the first place then you’d probably expect failures along the way. Once you’re faced with a failure you clean your act, pick yourself up and move on to the next project that comes your way. But in your heart you know that you didn’t wish to pursue it. You didn’t feel intimate about it. You did it for the sake of it. I have some experience of how that feels; having to go through a seemingly endless process of working your way up to that Day of Judgment just to face a failure of a magnitude you think you cannot cope with. But it’s your failure that people will see. You may not feel like a failure if it wasn’t close to your heart. That is perfectly alright.
Desire plays an important part in understanding yourself. It gives you a base line of what you think you can achieve and how you will go about achieving it. The one thing that makes that desire a reality is motivation. Of course, there are several other forces at play; forces which can be measured and calculated. There wouldn’t be Fortune 500 companies if the founder of those companies simply desired that the company existed and didn’t do anything about it. Motivation drove those brilliant individual forwards. They propelled their self-worth forward, in the direction that they wanted to proceed.

An engineering student wouldn’t simply give up pursuing his/her career after failing a class. A mother doesn’t give up her love for her child when the child makes a mistake. A teacher wouldn’t quit if the percentage of passing students in a class was only 30%. When you have the desire, failure is just a minor obstacle in your way which is easily overcome. Instead of picking yourself up and moving on you learn, adapt and keep moving forward. Motivation draws in all the power and resources one can gather and that makes it possible to meet ones’ desires. Maslow probably had the idea of the Hierarchy of needs, specifically about self-actualization, once he understood the desire-motivation-achievement cycle of an individual’s life.

I would like to realize my desires and strive to achieve them. I would like to be motivated by myself and others to keep trying hard, keep moving forward and never stop. I would like to know my self-worth and satisfy my self-actualization needs. And I know, for a fact that there are numerous people out there who motivate others and themselves because they have met their desires. Our hearts feel our desires and our mind thinks about motivation. Let’s all strive to satisfy our hearts and give our mind some peace.