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Decluttering My Life #4: Project 333 Winter Edition

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November 27, 2017
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Let me start off by saying that I am not a minimalist… at least, not yet. However, I am trying to find a balance between what I need, want and the ideas of minimalism and decluttering. I managed to declutter my closet, workspace, and relationships in the last one year. At least, to some extent. I’m still working on them. It’s a constant and ongoing pursuit if you ask me. As...

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Decluttering My Life #2: My Attempt At Project 333

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July 23, 2017
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I went to H&M yesterday to get a T-shirt. Guess how many I got? One. Now, that may seem absurd. I needed one T-shirt, I got one. We’re all aware that this is not how store shopping works. You usually go to buy one thing and then see something really cool and then another thing catches your eye and you’re coming home with bags in your hands instead of just one small package. That...

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Decluttering My Life #1: The Cupboard and the Table

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April 26, 2017
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This post is in the series, Decluttering My Life. Look around yourself and try to find the things you haven’t touched in a long while. Be honest and you’ll see there are so many things you bought because they looked cool and then didn’t use them at all. Now, you have two choices. Start using them if you can or give them away. Giving could be donating or selling and both these...

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The Polymath turned seven-years-old today. If I were to put it in the simplest of words, I've been writing and throwing around thoughts publicly since seven years now. I've been writing, on and off, since way before then though. Although, it was all shit for most of it. That's not the point of this post though. Here's a little announcement. I'll be putting my blog in limbo or on hold for the next six months when I'll revisit this decision and consider whether it was the right one at the moment. As it is, I feel I've written about most things I've ever wanted to write about. Thing is, I really want to focus on this one thing that I have started to enjoy lately. To do that, I have to "declutter" in a sense. That's all I can say here. What does that mean? That means I won't be writing publicly for a while. That also means I'll be off Instagram for the same time because that's pretty much why I use Instagram. I'll logout and uninstall the app at midnight today. The blog will exist, on the same link it always has, but the most recent post shall be, for the lack of a better word and foresight into what shall happen, the last. I will still scribble occasionally though because if I don't my head will explode. It has come to my realisation that I'm relatively more genuine and honest if I express in the written word. However, all of that will be strictly personal, and for my eyes only. In any case, they won't be post-worthy writings; they'll be musings and what not. If you enjoyed what I did here, and on the blog, thank you. I may be back by this time next year, but for now, I can't really say anything. We'll just see how life unfolds. For now, let's turn a new leaf, even if temporarily, like a gust or something. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere. #lastpost #fornow #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #writersofinstagram #writing #thankyou #thepolymath #indiblogger
You know what? Sometimes life throws a curveball and there's no other purpose besides one thing—to make you feel the worst gut-wrenching in the entire history of gut-wrenching. You'd be sitting at an arm's length with someone you know like the back of your hand, and you'd not say a single word. You'll sit there, both of you, pretending to be strangers. At that moment, nothing comes to mind—no self-help article, no psychobabble bullshit, no epic mantra for positivity, and surely not a verse of poetry. There comes only one thing, in that one hour, and that is one large cup of disappointment. Call it fate, if that helps you sleep at night but remember this, you're only kidding yourself because this is your life—a banal ballad of baseless probabilities and numbers you can't see. There's no grand meaning; there's just that day when life decides to throw a curveball, and nothing else matters. #shotbypixel #teampixel #nightsight #pixelperfect #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #blogging #life #journal #random #dehradun #doon #evenings #probability
In second grade, I was at a cousin's place. We were writing our Christmas wishes on blank sheets. The idea was to leave them somewhere where our respective parents would read them. The end goal was the Christmas present obviously. It was second grade though so the idea of what's real and what isn't made little sense. I remember, as clear as day, writing that I wanted four Pokéballs, each with a Pokémon inside it. I wanted the four Kanto starters. I genuinely wanted them. I had even planned how I'd "show them to my friends". I remember getting a really nice hamper of sweets that year, but the Pokémon weren't there. They couldn't have been. Fast forward to today when I transferred a Charizard into a Pokéball Plus which I can literally carry with me, and it adds XP to the Charizard. We used to dream of this stuff as kids. Thing is, I realise how abstract that sounds, and how consumerism shapes our lives, but I don't care about it for one day. The only thing I know is that second grade me got his present today, just in time for Christmas! #blog #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #pokemon #pokeballplus #random #life #childhood #memories #christmas #memoir #technology #nintendo
The Verve is one of my all-time favourite bands, and until yesterday my favourite song was Bittersweet Symphony closely competed by On Your Own. It's been replaced by Lucky Man now. Perhaps, because I'm not in the headspace where I'd call life a bittersweet symphony, or so cynical as to believe we come in on our own, and we leave on our own. Lucky Man is one of those songs that talk about Happiness but not from a perspective where they just want you to feel happy rather they want you to see it for yourself. In the last few years, I've constantly redefined what or who makes me happy. I invested myself completely in people; I detached myself from them. I chose a goal; I left all goals behind. I found it in a place; I learned that the place never made me happy. I guess all of that learning, unlearning and relearning is what the song talks about when it says, "How many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn? All the love I have is in my mind?" I guess everyone goes through a similar journey. Perhaps, I'll come back to the question again in a few months. That's what I love about life, you can always revisit something, and start again. I guess knowing that makes me happy. #music #nowplaying #shotbypixel #teampixel #nightsight #pixelperfect #gandhipark #theverve #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #blogging #happiness #life #journal #random #dehradun #doon #luckyman #evenings
So you know why you feel what you feel. So you understand why people do what they do. You've spent years, inside your own head, truly trying to develop a sense for it. You know now; you understand now. But sometimes, you want to just let out a sigh or tear of cluelessness but you know yourself too well now. You may be clueless about everything but not about what goes on inside you. And sometimes, you want to just let out a fit of anger because someone did something and something happened but you understand all of them well enough to let it slide. You may not understand everything yet but you understand people. The problem is, you still feel what you feel and people still do what they do, and there's not a damn you can do about it. So, you let out a sigh, and you keep walking. I'm sorry no one ever told you, buster, empathy is a double-edged sword. #dehradun #doon #shotbypixel #winters #life #autumn #leaves #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #blogging #random #empatht #teampixel #pixelperfect #nightsight #perspective
I wish you a love like a chilly winter night where warm conversation in a warm blanket won’t let you let out as much as a sneeze. A love, like the first ray of sun on the otherwise misty and hazy hill which leaves its lifelessness in a second as it sees the yellow warmth over it. A love like the puppy who walks in that sunlight, feeling a plethora of feelings all of a sudden. I wish you a love like the one that makes him jump with joy as the morning sets in. I wish you a love like the stormy sea. A love so passionate that it is ready to destroy even the hardest of rocks in its way. A love that feels so cold and often, so salty but is not afraid to splash around and make its mark on everything it touches. I wish you a love which doesn’t get calmer with the rain and only becomes more enticed to grow and consume everything within it. A love so fierce and free nothing compares to it. I wish you a love like the little town where nothing ever happens. A love that is deceitful and cunning as the narrow alleys you enter to steal a moment of embrace. A love that makes you run away from the prying eyes of your friends who are all over town. I wish you a love like the warm cup of coffee in a fancy café and a love like sizzling street food. I wish you a love like the very life you have, eventful and spontaneous. I wish you a love like the dry desert. A love where even when you’re alone and left behind, the feeling stays with you. A love like the last drop of water on a shrub which is never consumed rather protected. I wish you a love so fiery it turns everything bland and colourless, and which brings cracks to your life as it slowly leaves like that last drop on the shrub which despite all protection and shade, evaporates away under the blazing sun. When all of it is said and done, I wish you a love that makes you get out of your bed and look at yourself in the mirror. A love so personal and strong it rushes straight into your heart as you stare at your reflection. A love for yourself so infinite, all those phoney infinities are put to shame. #love #writing #words #shotbypixel #teampixel #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram
I adore winters. Although, I'm always sick and unwell for most of them. I love the chill in the air, interrupted by gradual sips of tea, coffee, booze, and warm conversation. I love how ruthless the cold can get at times as you're out and about, sitting with your friends, feeling the cold slowly spread around your entire body. Winters in the hills is another experience altogether. The misty roads in the morning and evenings. The slight hazy filter over the entire city. The feeling when you wake up in the morning and want to snuggle in the blanket for a while longer. The feeling when you finally hit the bed at night, and snuggle into the blanket yet again. All of that, and an over-abundance of extra warmth all around you. Everything slows down, and then just stays like that for a lot of months. That's what I used to think earlier. It has come to my realisation lately that calm and cozy winters won't make as much sense if the summers weren't passionate and crazy. As I took yet another walk around town, embracing what is allegedly my favourite time of the year, I realised that you need to be spiraling for slowing down to make sense. With that epiphany, I appreciated summer which is something I had never done before, and maybe, just maybe, I missed the hyperactive energy and eventfulness that had disappeared as the chill began to set in around me. #dehradun #doon #shotbypixel #winters #summers #life #seasons #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #blogging #random #epiphany #teampixel #pixelperfect #evening #sunsets
Big Little Lions' Find Your Tribe is what I had on repeat throughout my stroll through the city today. As the song kept going, I couldn't help but smile on the idea how Dehradun is only home because my family lives here and how it will cease to be home if everyone I know left it. It's an extreme thought though, I agree, and what of all the times I've had here, you may wonder? Point is, the times were because of the people in it. So, the times will always be because of the people in it. Places, as I realised in Mumbai last month, only hold the significance you put into them with how you romanticize them. It's in all the people you call your tribe. Those who, despite your differences, make you feel like you belong. It's funny but as I listened to the song, again and again, all the different homes I have spread out all over the country, and some even outside of it, started coming to mind. You get the idea. In that one moment, I thought of all the people who feel like home, even some who have perhaps, closed their doors. I hope if any of them listen to the song, or if they have a fleeting thought of a similar nature, they too imagine a home in wherever I stand at that point in time. I guess that's good enough. #jaisalmer #camels #tribe #shotbypixel #teampixel #biglittlelions #findyourtribe #music #nowplaying #musicrecommendations #bloggersofinstagram #blogging #writing #writersofinstagram #life #friends #family #ofplaces #ofhomes #home #homeiswhereyourtribeis
I don't have a grand goal. I really don't. I used to think to have more money than I can spend was a good goal. Then, I wanted to save the world. Then, it was something else. The cycle kept going on. Now, I just want to fine tune my life, and figure out the music of it. I want to see how best can it sound when everything comes together. All elements – the people, the things, the habits, the lessons – coming together to play one perfect song; all elements coming together to play my song. There's no grand goal. There is only a vision plus a little hope that somewhere along the line, as the wheels keep turning and as the clock keeps ticking, I keep finding the right notes and I keep changing the odd ones. Until one day, someone listens to that final piece, and no matter how it sounds, their heart skips a beat. #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #music #life #goals #writing #blogging #random #thoughts #musings #shotbypixel #teampixel #pixelperfect #madebygoogle #snapseed #amitynoida #amity #college #noplans #noplanisthebestplan #musicofmylife #blah #runninoutofhashtags #red #grunge #indiblogger

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