Mysore, The City of Wodeyars

Excerpt:
The Mysore Palace, of the Wodeyars, was painted in the most florescent colors. The pallet artists then used to create it might make Picasso shed a tear one time. It smiled rays of colors from every end of the spectrum in splendid beauty. Its domes reflected the ornate red as the tungsten in the bulb bent to acknowledge the paler beauty that was hidden to the naked eye. When dawn was on the horizon, the palace sat in its glory, shining like a nebula amongst the darkness. Thomas Edison’s last words were, “It’s beautiful over there. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.” Looking at the palace all lit up, I spoke out loud, “It is here. And it is beautiful.”

Do read and share the second post in the ‘In My City’ series of The Blue Facade.

P as in Phoebe, H as in Hoebe, O as in Oebe, E as in Ebe, B as in Bebe, and E as in…’ello there, mate!

Excerpt: You’ve always been a kooky, flaky odd-ball proudly living in your own world, a world that we all innately want to be privy of, but are secretly bounded by “societal restraints”. Your third-wave hippie nature has all of us swoon heads over heels, over your swanky outfits that range from maternity pants to shop-lift water lemons to running wildly and freely. Run, Phoebe, Run (Get the Forrest Gump, reference…)

An Open Letter to Phoebe Buffay
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“Aa Raha hu Papa” : An Open Letter to My Superhero

Excerpt: If mumma was the drawing in the empty colour book, my life was, you were the crayons.

Let him love you a bit more before you are not little anymore. Happy Father’s Day! Tell your father how special he is!

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बचपन : A Lost Trail

Excerpt:
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, texture of carpets, the fistfights and the broken swings and in the muddled grounds that hide the footprints, that once stamped on it. Society is always trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you are gone, there is no going back, so you have to hold on as long as you can. And looking back is how you start.

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An Ode to My Previous Self | Varanasi

Life’s become a random string of beads. A chaotic sequence that is sparkling sometimes, and dull and ostentatious most of the time. Standing at the Assi Ghats, I take a moment to recall what drove me here. I stand at the tip of the ghats, looking at a reflection, one I cannot call my own. What am I running from?

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Introducendis : Ms Chanandler Bong

This will be the inaugural part of the ‘Letter to’ Series in my blog which will be unique in its own way. These letters will be emotionally compelling and will truly amount to how much these people have impacted my life. Starting, from The King of Thanksgiving. Dear Chandler Muriel Bing Obviously, this letter cannot…

The Winds have Changed : Plausible GoT theories on plate

*Plug in Rains of Castemere*
Includes heavy spoilers, so reader discretion advised. Presenting to you, “The Winds have Changed : Plausible GoT theories on plate”.
Also, check out the trailer out today on the official GoT page. Like and share as much.

Music for the hopeless mind : Part I

A Mid-Exam pour-out of moroseness as the right music strives to win you back. Do give it a read as you’ll find shuffling your playlist in between, in memory of the songs that mean the most to you.

‘I Accept My Mediocrity’, A deep insight into the ‘Serious Men’;

“Most of you will probably never really discover anything. You may not contribute anything to the great equations that describe the universe to the world. By the laws of probability most of you are mediocre. Accept it. The tragedy of mediocrity is that even mediocre people shake their heads and mull over how “standards are falling”. So don’t mull. Most of you will be sideshows, extras in the grand unfolding of truth and that’s all right.” – Manu Joseph