Little girl of Trinidad

This is the childish poem I have talked about. Sorry for taking a long time.

Courtesy: Internet

For all I know

In the city of Trinidad

There was a girl who waited for her Dad

Every night

Till he comes from island

The girl played with stars and sand

Once he reaches home

With his bag full of lilies

He made her sleep with bedtime stories

Those beautiful lilies

He made a garland neat and fair

And kept it inside her hair

With those lilies

With his love, only then was the girl

Able to sleep and dream well

A pretty cool winter day

The girl is a pretty bride

Kissed her groom with love and pride

Now that her Dad is gone far away into the stars

She had put lilies in her hair just to feel her first love…

Ahem...what should be the title???

So, I am very much back to my blog. I had to stay away a few days.

I had been too carried away with Internship and my aunt going for a tour. (I had to help with the packing and cooking and eating.)

Nowadays, after the whole session of snoozed mornings, jam-packed trains, running after buses and a whole lot of walking, what left over is actually another version of me. The poor country geek girl can only sleep and take rest.

                As a newcomer in blogging, I searched in internet the ways to popularize your blog. It said:

·         we have to keep on blogging and blogging first no matter somebody reads it or not. I was not quite able to stick to that this week.

·         Love your blog- that I do.

·         Decorate your blog- Take care of the display and layout. I have tried too many layouts and finally settled with the current one because I don’t have time to make one more. Nobody has even commented on it.

·         Interesting subjects- Talk about interesting subjects in a comfortable language. I don’t know how good I am in this.

·         Sharing- No facebook and twitter for me. I won’t share it myself.

According to somebody, a blog will popularize if I follow these rules. I don’t believe in keeping RULES. Maybe I will have to end my blogging in future due to lack of readers. But I will really really try to keep this blog live for long and long.

Today, I don’t have anything interesting to post(due to lack of creativity when you are really sleepy you may say) but soon  will come up with a very childish poem I am working on..

See you soon.:)

What I talk about when I talk about Blogging.

Blogging has really addicted me than I expected. I am like a huggies baby with curly hair crying for more and more ice cream. I check my blog many times a day, think about my posts and check if there are any comments or some movement in the blog. There happens to be nothing. Right now: no followers and no comments. The blog still remains to be my personal diary.

Blogging has really helped me pass my time when I have no work in the office. To be with someone whom you can tell anything you see and think is good. I currently don’t have someone like that in my life. And I have promised someone that I won’t write anything on my diary (I still write a little rubbish in that). So I only have my blog to tell whatever I feel to.

I read a lot. I like reading anything and everything from newspapers, brochures, blogs and books. Once, I read Haruki Murakami’s “WHAT I TALK ABOUT WHEN I TALK ABOUT RUNNING” (He is one of my favourite authors). The book is all about how Haruki Murakami started running and how running is a part of his life. He owned a bar which had a good business. He left that good-going business for being a writer-just to concentrate more on writing. Not many of his friends and relatives supported the idea. Still, he followed his mind and luckily, his wife was quite supportive. He also talks about how running helps him in the whole ideation and writing process. The book is a good-read.

I myself was very confused after my 12^th about my further studies. I was too interested in literature from my childhood and my dad also wanted me to join graduation classes for literature. I somehow got this fashion thing in my mind and had interest in literature as well. I gave the entrance exam for both options and got in both to my surprise. Both being reputed national institutes, I was more confused. Finally, I ended up with fashion.

Still, literature remains to be a part of my life and I plan to study literature in my future. Till then, maybe I can read more and more books and post more and more.

Pantone 361 C

Today, we are taking a Mumbai local train. I am not specifying any train or route. Let it be any silly train. Get in, have a seat and be comfortable. Let it be first class or second class. Let it be general or ladies compartment. No problem because the class or gender really doesn’t matter. Now, wait for the train to reach any bridge. You will surely find someone throwing something outside the train. I have seen some people praying when the train reaches near the sea but still they throw garbage into it.

Yesterday it was World Environment Day. I happened to be in a local train and saw a seemingly well educated and sophisticated girl throwing plastic into the sea. Why can’t they understand that they are doing wrong for the environment? It’s not that they don’t know about pollution and its side effects. A class 5 student knows about pollution and what it is doing to the earth. I can swear that I haven’t done any wrong by throwing plastic or garbage in open spaces or surroundings for so many years. Once I even had a fight with my mother because she threw plastic in an open area when we went for a tour.

You can’t say that only you stopping this bad habit will not do any good. You do it right and make others also do. Your children will learn from you. At least we will have an eco-conscious future generation. I remember excerpts from the speech made by then President Mr. A.P.J.Abdul Kalam in a school in Bangalore. He talked about the Indian society’s attitude of throwing garbage in public roads and how an Indian can change when he lands on a foreign country. Mr.Kalam added that changing ourselves first is very important before blaming others. I loved the article during my studies and it really inspired me.

I was a part of the Clean India project in our school which conducted regular classes to increase environmental awareness among students. I changed a lot during that time and became more conscious about environment from that time only.

Till now, I continue to bring home the wrapper even if I have a chocolate. I switch on lights whenever I can. I try my maximum to use water cautiously. I don’t throw plastic anywhere. Because EARTH IS GIVING US THIS MUCH. WE SHOULD GIVE SOMETHING BACK.

[The title Pantone 361 C denotes the pantone colour code for Green]J

Chapter 1: Myself

It has been years that I am thinking about starting a blog and doodling and scribbling on to it rather than a diary. Being a very lazy and slow person and my studies made me wait this long and the BLOG idea got forgotten. Years ago when I was in school, one of my friends asked me how to make paper bags. I googled it and that led me to a beautiful blog.

The blog fascinated me and I began going through it frequently. It was Mai’s blog-mairuru. You can go through it if you want-http://mairuru.blogspot.in/. I don’t know why I liked the blog when I hadn’t even realized my love for fabrics and handmade crafts.2 days ago when I was going through my Facebook updates, I saw one of my friends has started a blog. I just went through and reached Blogger. The idea of starting my blog flashed through my mind all of a sudden. It meant that I could satisfy my craving for writing something which I used to feel recently. I used to write poems from my fourth standard in school but stopped writing before I reached ninth standard. I didn’t stop writing completely but yes I stopped publishing those in magazines and participating in literary competitions.

The craving to write kept me scribble something on to notepads, diaries and even sticky notes…J

So, my blog was born 2 days before on June 1.I am a fashion student in Mumbai who recently realized that I can stick to this career itself. During my 2^nd year of studies, I thought I am an useless girlie who joined the college just for the sake of it and will end up following my other passions-say literature, photography, graphic designing, exploring places,embroidery and textile development and so on. But the internship period made me  understand  I love doing design concept development, garment designing and even merchandising.

My studies only keep me busy along with reading, listening to any kind of music, cooking and doing household work (quest for being independent).Well, I am writing all these sitting in a cubicle in the company I am interning. So I suppose I should put the full stop in my second post. See you soon…

doodling into the walls is the
molten core of my mind..
for the country girl in the city
everything new and strange

To everything that rolled down tears
To every single footstep left behind
Adieus are bid
For every day is a poem..