I don’t believe in new year resolutions, but I did make some (for lack of a better word) plans for the coming year and I can’t wait to see how they go! This year has been great for my blog in terms of collaborations, features in magazines and all the opportunities that have come my way and am hoping for even better experiences in the coming year. Thanks for reading my blog, for all the comments and all the support. Let’s continue the journey!
For ticket stubs collected from every train ride taken and the sound of waves splashing while you slept on a boat. For a sunset so beautiful that you forget to take a picture and a rain drenched walk ‘coz you missed your ride. For journeys taken alone with just your thoughts for company and hot mugs of tea made in your tent. For the feel of the soft river bed sand between your toes and a hoarse voice from shouting over thunderous waterfalls.
For local cuisines and the smell of a spice market. For a bird’s eye view from a helicopter ride and a crawl through a tunnel to lost cities. For a roof top seating to watch the fireworks and a soaked shirt from a water balloon fight. For clothes full of sand from the desert safari and a slightly burnt marshmallow from last night’s bonfire.
For wind blown hair that’s enjoyed a water scooter ride and tired feet that have reached the splendid view on top. For damp, humid weather that comes with exotic tropical islands and insect bites that tell tales of your travels in the rain forests. For salt on your skin from sailing all day and tanned arms from never leaving the beach. For crowded dorms on your backpacking tour to polaroid pictures of the strangers who became friends.
For a road less travelled, a soul more thrilled. A wandering heart’s desire fulfilled.
If you are wondering what has inspired the write-up above, it is this movie/documentary about a girl who takes a solo trip around the world on her sail boat. MUST watch for anyone with a wandering heart that simply wants to see the entire world and never stays put in one place!
p.s – Sometimes an all black outfit with absolutely no color is just what you need!
It’s on days like this, when my mind is going bonkers with ‘serious’ matters, that I am least interested in putting in any effort towards my other ‘frivolous’ interests like dressing up! Moments like that always have me wishing that I could walk out in my pyjamas without bothering to dress up. Well technically I could, but being a fashion blogger you just can’t do that. It’s almost like an invisible force is pulling you towards all those clothes waiting to be mix and matched and accessorized (and of course photographed). My answer to such days is a comfy pair of palazzos a.k.a pyjama pants. Bright, comfortable and fashionable.
Forget about Day to Night and Desk to Dinner looks. If you ask me this is a wake-up-from-bed and head-to-movies/brunch/dinner/shopping/laze around look! Incidentally I wore this to a brunch and movie and I was one happy kid the whole day!
On a different note, by May I will be completing another year of fashion blogging and I feel so happy to still be doing something that I love, that keeps my creativity engaged (and contributes to my wallet!). When I look at people around me constantly cribbing about lack of time to pursue their passion, I am overcome with a sense of overwhelming gratitude that I have the time, inclination and resources to do whatever I want, whatever I love. The busiest man always has the time for everything. If you have the inclination, you will somehow find a way to do what you love, although I believe that timing too, has an essential part to play. Be it painting or blogging or writing, I am able to do what I love every single day, and it’s a great feeling!
I see so many of my friends get inspired and start something, only to lose heart and stop mid-way. Most cases that I see are due to pure laziness and procrastination, and nothing major. And as expected, they regret it, start again and the same cycle continues. Not many are blessed with a second opportunity, so I urge every single person reading this – if you have something that you are extremely passionate about, if that is something you dream and think about day and night, make time for it! Because that’s one regret no one should never have.
Adding to the already no-sleep situation is another problem. It starts in the morning, every morning, early morning. First come the shrill shouts of this lady ‘To the right, no I said RIGHT! Now, jump jump jump!’. She could any-day surpass a drill sergeant making you half-wonder if you sleep walked and joined the military and salute in your sleep just by the sound of her voice. Then comes the loud blaring music of ‘Disco deewaneeee’. And then someone starts crying. All this from a play school rehearsing for their annual function. Kids brawling and music blaring – who needs an alarm clock? I guess I should take a page from Abhay Deol’s (movie) book and start strumming my guitar to ‘I’m just pakaoed!’ All speakers pointing in their direction mind you!
I’ve just returned home from a day spent lounging by the pool (which was after a few laps coz I need my dose of exercise/fitness even on a weekend at a resort!) So browse the Lashkaraa collections while I go hit the bed (sore arms and tired muscles – but yay!)
Black. The color of a freshly wiped black board on a new school day. A black stallion, powerful and majestic. Long black hair, smooth, shiny and beautiful. Black diamonds, rare, exquisite and expensive. Black night sky, velvety and mesmerizing. A sleek black car, empowering and classic. A little black dress, elegant and graceful.
Black, the paradox color. The color of evil and pride. The color of rejection and resourcefulness.
Black sheep. Black coffee.
The color of power, of control. The color of the hidden, the secretive and the unknown. The barrier, hiding feelings, building walls, shrouding everything that it surrounds that it all seems to vanish into shadows. Black, authoritative and uptight. The color of self-control and confidence. The color of independence and strong will. Black, conventional and conservative; sophisticated and dignified. Black, the intriguing temptress.
Black the end. The end becomes a beginning. Black, a new beginning.
One color. Two sides. The good, the bad. So the same applies to people, yes?
I’ve stuck to writing silly posts, because its so much easier than revealing what you are truly feeling. Putting out all your thoughts on the blog, for the entire world to see, makes me extremely uncomfortable. I am asked quite often, as to how I feel about posting my photos on the blog for everyone to see. A lot of people who are uncomfortable with posting pictures claim that its because they are ‘private’ people. But quite frankly its the opposite for me. My face would be the first thing even a random stranger on the road would see. There is nothing private about it. I think it has more to do with how confident you feel in your own skin, and how you decide you don’t give a damm what people think about your looks or your dressing sense as long as you feel you are beautiful. Thoughts and feelings – that’s an altogether different matter. And I choose to give access to those to only a privileged few.
I’ve stopped reading a lot of the blogs that I was following an year before. I just don’t seem to find them as interesting as before. When I do browse through them, I can’t seem to remember what it was about the blog that induced me to follow it in the first place. I blame my own ever increasing impatience for the change in attitude and not the bloggers. But in a way it feels like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders – of reading and commenting on every single blog. It was almost like a compulsion, an involuntary force, making me read every single one of them even though I din’t want to.
A lot of them All of them, I now realize were reading and commenting on my blog thanks to the ‘I scratch your back and you scratch mine’ policy.
The downside has been that I’ve lost 50% (or maybe more) of my readership and comments, but like I said before its liberating to not think about it. I’ve realized it really doesn’t matter to me or affect the way I want to blog. I am sticking to writing more and more for myself – after all the blog is named ‘The Girl At First Avenue’ for a reason. It’s about the girl and all aspects of the girl.
Off late I’ve realized that you are your only true friend. People complicate matters in the most absurd ways and you just need to find the courage in your heart to say NO and move on and keep your life simple, the way you want it to be. Everybody has a mask on, but now-a-days they have multiple masks and frankly its not as appealing as peeling of different layers of a person with true character and personality. And for obvious reasons, I very much prefer the company of the latter in my life than the former. Difficult times test you and the people around you. True colors are revealed. True friendship is found. Lifelong bonds are made.
I’ve rambled a bit in this post. But this was more for me than for you guys. If you read this and get it well and good. If not, I guess I wasted 10min of your time 😛
This is only to remind myself that today, like every other day, I am in control of my life.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
For some reason people seem to pick only these instances to talk or ask stupid questions. Do I look like I have a ‘To be disturbed’ board hanging around my neck? It’s happened to me so many times, specially when I have my headphones on. Someone next to me says something, and I take them out (to be polite) , smile/nod/listen (whatever), wait a few more appropriate seconds and as soon as I put them back on, they open their (useless) mouth again! Why? Why?
No its not about manners. Well it is. It’s also common sense. Which is strangely is not so common to find. Some people I tell you.. there’s no hope for them!
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