Does it have to be expensive in order to be fashion?

Fashion can change in the blink of an eye. Through the eyes of people who are in no direct contact with the fashion world, fashion isn’t something that plays a very big role in day to day activities. I mean, there’s no doubt that hours and days are spent by the average human being in one month simply shopping. But do these people actually know the amount of thought that has gone into the apparel that is being slung around on their one arm as they meander through the never ending rows of shops? No. 

In the fashion world, everything is done one season early. In the spring, fall fashion is being sorted through. In the winter, spring fashion is getting prepared.And the cycle goes on… The amount of thought gone into one piece is unimaginable. People don’t realize that what they buy in a typical Hollister or Charlotte Russe is something that went on the runway 6-7 months ago. Yet, they are charged just a few dollars below the first price. They think that good clothes and suitable fashion is required to be expensive and look down on the shopping moms that hover in the “Sale” section of the store. And when did the idea even come about that the people who buy clothes from the expensive part of the store have better fashion than the “Sale” fashionistas? In the end, they’re just clothes.

Honestly, I think it’s utter stupidity when people get that air of flashy show-offness when they adorn a brand name. What does it make them? Although it may sound cliched, why should you be defined by something you wear on the outside when the inside is what really counts? 

And besides that, what about the people who live in the less economically developed part of the world? What about them? They don’t have access to the hot couture brands and they still manage to be fashionable. 

Does it have to…


The Art Lover Society ★

The definition of art is “The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination”. What better way of describing art is there? Oh wait. There is. Perhaps a longer one… But it makes sense. Art is so amazing, I don’t even know what else to say. It’s like escaping into a world where you’re the imaginer, creater, do-er, EVERYTHING. You shape it, say it, stroke it, brush it, touch it, make it, blah blah blah.. The list goes on. The glossy acrylic texture, the bumpy oil canvas, the waxy old crayon colored paper, the smooth, smudged pencil-shaded sketch, the creamy pastel colors, the soaking paint brushes on your bathroom sink… Art has a feeling. It has emotion, drama, a story, and it’s a subject with a gajillion other subjects, topics, and sub-topics. From the type of material you choose to work on, be it wood, canvas, poster, paper, or whatever, to the genre you use on it, like acrylic, oil, watercolor, charcoal, pencil, MIXED MEDIA FOR GODS SAKE!

But why don’t artists pursue art and design instead of going for the quotidian, boring old business, journalism, medical, etc etc etc? There are enough people for that, mate! Honestly, art really needs some innovative new styles that are flamboyant, showy, and stand out in a gallery. So what if many people think art is just what those french weird-hatted people do on the street? It’s so much more. Think about all the different careers you can have after majoring in sometime related to art! Interior designing, fashion designing, architecture, exterior designing, concept designing, illustrating, and again, the list goes on. So what’s the logic behind giving it up and being another face in the crowd? Your family thinks you’re stupid because of it? Others are always better? You don’t have your own style? Develop it! Show people what you are and what you can do! On a rainy day, quit being lazy and go paint even when you don’t feel like it! What better feeling is there when you finish a painting in one 13-hour sitting?! It’s amazing <3 I just love art more than anything in the world.

Here are some of my old sketches and paintings. There are only a few pages from my sketchbooks, though…

Can you see the plunger? ;) (up) ^

This was drawn in India below my building. The car pretty much proves that :)

Smoking woman I drew just yesterday. Yes, she’s supposed to be ugly. The mole :P

Just some random things.

Here are just two of my paintings I made a long ago.

Friends in the Rain, Oil on canvas 12" by 16"

This ^ is actually a copied painting originally made by the amazing knife painter called Leonid Afremov. I used a knife as well :)

Violin, Oil on canvas 12" by 16"

I made this because I played the violin and I love it so much :’)

Hope you liked it :) I don’t mind some constructive criticism. Feel free to comment!

The Festive Diwali Celebration

The month of October ended with a BANG! Thankfully the vacations granted to us students weren’t too short or too long. Time was definitely proven to be valuable as me and my dad made our way to Jaipur to celebrate Diwali with our family and friends  for a week; something my dad hadn’t done in decades. Literally!

Jaipur, known for its touristic beauty, charm, and surprisingly easily accessible flat roads, is a place I love visiting. It’s situated in Rajasthan, India, and not only is it a land of natural beauty, but also great history. Considering I’m not completely aware of the history, having visited the ‘old’ part of town just once, I’ll gladly not be giving any information on that. Famously known as the ‘Pink City’, the majority of Jaipur’s bridges, buildings, and residences are a monotonous shade of orange-ish pink. Now that the new airport’s construction is complete, traveling to and from Jaipur is much more feasible than before.

It blew me away that week. It’s not like I had never visited the city before, but during Diwali, the brilliant city was SHINING! The streets, specializing in particular products such as gold or diamond jewelry, marble, children’s apparel, etc., were dramatically embellished with a spectacular array of colorful tubelights in different aesthetic ways. Unlike any other city, even the historical forts and buildings were garnished with lights hanging over them. Stopping the car to stand outside and take pictures was a burden because of the unbelievable crowds!

Each year there’s a competition for the best decorated and the most brilliantly lit up market. It’s a dazzling display that attracts visitors from all over India. Like me, for example!

And the fireworks: WOW. After eight, long, non-Diwali year of living in USA, watching the entire city fill up with smoke because of the sky-filling and deafening fireworks was almost like experiencing a rally to increase global warming. The pollution, the smell, the dust, and worst of all, the constant deafening bangs filled up the city just the night before Diwali even began! And I can shamelessly say that I played a major role in polluting the city even more (with my family alongside).

One of the most surprising things many people don’t know, is that Jaipur is also the most hyperactive, socializing city you will ever find. The moment we stepped foot into the city, my dad began rambling on about the many people we would be meeting. Although meeting people isn’t something I usually detest, there’s always a limit. And to top it off, whenever we went to anyone’s house, the food was continuously appearing on the coffee table. Indian sweets, masala tea, spciy Indian snacks also widely known as namkeen, cake, etc. etc. etc. The list just keeps going on. Imagine having all that in one sitting! When all you really want is lunch! Not dessert! And astonishingly, at each person’s house, there was always something I hadn’t seen anywhere before. It was simply overwhelming.

In a completely respective way, I also want to say that I practically broke my back bending down almost a million times to touch the feet of my relatives over and over again. Considering the fact that I met them many times throughout the day.

Overall, the experience was truly unforgettable. The lights, the fireworks, the disgustingly sweet food, and the traditional feet-touching, also known as ‘dhok’. I loved the lights the most! Best of all, our quaint, ancient house on the main street was amazing to live in again, with its old cupboards, lumpy mattress, miniscule kitchen, high-rise ceiling, I loved every aspect of it! And spending most of my time with my elder brother and little niece. Just the three of us, ambling through mall after mall, restaurant after restaurant, foodcourt after foodcourt, it was an abounding time of relaxation, fun, and celebration all-in-one! And most importantly, an iced mocha from Cafe Coffee Day, everyday!

My quaint, ancient house. <3


Fishing with Pop

Lineyo quietly clamped his bedroom door shut before tip-toeing to Pop’s room. He had found out only two days ago about Pop’s lung cancer and could not bear thinking about the pain his beloved grandfather would face simply at the age of 67. Mom and Grammy were overcome with depression and were still lying in bed, probably awake.

Seeing Pop sleeping, so relaxed, so peaceful, reminded Lineyo of the unforgettable times he had spent with Pop. Just the two of them. Speeding down empty streets under the moonlight, spending endless hours at town carnivals, playing cards, going on fishing trips… That’s it! Fishing had forever been Pop’s ultimate hobby. He had explained to Lineyo earlier that it was a perfect evasion from the grips of marriage life and had begun loving it only weeks after getting married.

Lineyo jumped at the remarkable idea. Abounding with excitement, he dashed back to his bedroom, grabbed his fishing hat from the hook, slid out two spincasts from his closet, and sped back out of the room. Unable to control his exhilaration, Lineyo plopped the brown hat on Pop’s head and balanced a spincast in his hand. Startled, Pop briskly sat up and stared wide-eyed at Lineyo’s twinkling eyeballs.

“Let’s go!” Lineyo exclaimed, suddenly aware that this could be the last fishing trip Pop went on. He didn’t want to let go of Pop without having memories with him till the end. Lineyo kept his excitement displayed but his thoughts of Pop’s last fishing trip with him were eating up his excitement and cruelly spitting it out. Pop smiled affectionately as he raised his wrinkled hand to touch Lineyo’s soft, tanned face. Lineyo blinked purposefully, attempting to cast away the tears and be a strong young boy as he was to his entire family. His eyes uncontrollably swelled up and one by one, drops rolled down his cheeks, colliding with Pop’s hands.

“It’s okay Lineyo.” Pop’s soothing voice comforted Lineyo slightly, but the tears persisted, even more now. “Go get ready. Let’s have fun today,” Pop said in his baritone voice and winked at his grandson who was now smiling with tears still trickling down, making a turn at his broad smile.

“Can we walk to the creek?” Lineyo questioned with anticipation.

“Definitely,” Pops replied, beaming. “Just like the old days.”

The walk didn’t last long enough. Lineyo was hoping for a lively, jocular conversation full of funny stories and made up jokes, but Pops had a coughing fit only minutes after leaving home and refused to go back and fetch the Chevrolet. Pops had always been a strong-minded, determined man, refusing to give up on obstacles that came up in his life. This is why Lineyo had a speck of hope for Pop while he battled his ongoing cancer. Living with Pop was the easiest thing a person could do in their life. Pop had so much unconditional care for everyone that he was capable of going to limits in his own discomfort to keep the opposite person content and at ease.

Upon reaching the creek, Lineyo swiftly removed his tin of bait, bobbers, and hooks. He handed Pop a spincast and took his own miniature one. Luckily, a young man offered them his wooden boat and they agreed eagerly. The sky was littered with puffs of clouds and young Lineyo was thankful for the pleasant weather, trying to hold mental pictures of the evening.

The evening progressed gradually, unhurried and leisurely. Pop’s few exclaims of disgust in a small amount of fish at the time kept the mood slightly heavy, but Lineyo enjoyed his grandfather’s company was used to the random expletives he heard throughout their leisure outings. A small number of fish caught hold of the bait but Lineyo knew Pop wouldn’t leave until sundown.

At 6:15pm, just before the sun fell behind the evergreens, Pop’s entire body jerked towards his line. The tug of the fish was hard and Lineyo felt it. Could this be the fish of the day? Another tug nastily shook the entire boat and little Lineyo, in an attempt to stay in balance, let go of his spincast and collapsed onto Pop, who was still dealing with the uncontrollable fish. Pop reeled the fish in with all his effort, unaware of the loss of Lineyo’s spincast and leaped in his seat with abounding joy when the large catfish emerged through the water. Lineyo regained balance and without thinking, jumped over the edge, confident to save his spincast.

The icy water drew its chilly layer over Lineyo as he swam deeper and deeper, searching for the long, blue line. A mixture of sand and mud floated around him as Lineyo struggled to keep his eyes open. His hand brushed the bottom. He looked to his left, trying to look past the unclear water but saw nothing. Turning himself to the right, he swam swiftly through. A few seconds after wading through the murky water, Lineyo’s foot bumped into a metal object. Glad to have succeeded in locating his treasured object, Lineyo fought the one-on-one battle in reaching the surface as the weight of the cast kept pulling him down, further away from the boat. Eventually, Lineyo’s gasps of breath and sputters of water were heard by Pop, who sat worried in the boat, holding his prized fish. Lineyo, with all his might, hurled the cast over his head and it clattered in the boat. He pushed himself over the edge, slanting the boat for a second or two and flung his legs onto the boat.

“That was pretty heroic young man,” Pop said admirably. He had a strange smile on his face, seeming as if he would burst with laughter any second. Lineyo chuckled softly at the uncalled for turn of events and wondered when he would have such an adventure again.

Lineyo grinned widely at his beloved grandfather, hoping God would be kind to him and keep the man he loved and respected most alive for longer.