Notes of a Dirty Young Woman/ 100th Post

This is the 100th and the last post on this blog. In my last post I  mentioned that I might be moving to another platform.

I do not have much to write here. But the few readers that I had here may now read me on my new blog: Notes of a Dirty Young Woman. I do not have a specific reason for this shift, but I have struggled a lot to reach to the decision.

So that's that. Hope my dear reader is happy and full of life.

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Now Playing: I'm Coming Home | P. Diddy, Dirty Money, Skylar Grey

Like a Bird in the Sky

What would you do if you had the power to travel through time? Would you go back to all those moments when you were stronger, happier or would you go to those when you were not at your best? Would you stand at a spot and watch your city from a distance or would you go all in?

I would never want that power. That much responsibility is too much to handle. And now, I shall post from the new base. Till then, listen to this happy song.

Also, I might move to another blog platform (which is why I haven't completely revived this space). Stay tuned. =)

I clicked that on my last trip to the heart of the walled city.
I will miss home, but I'm equally excited to leave it. 

-x-

Back from the Dead!

Remember where I last left you? Here.

So I talked about finding a path, about looking for a moment of clarity. Life was mundane and not so great. I am 22; I have perfected the art of going away from things which remind me of what I once was. And that included this world... where I read so many amazing words; where people have dared to share what they are; this place is special. Even if I don't have a 100 readers, I know that somewhere someone is reading and relating to all this. You see, nothing is entirely unique in this world after all. We all have the same basic emotions. Our anatomy is the same.

I wasn't really sure if I wanted to come back here. Then I read this. Since a very long time I have had trouble letting go- people, things, bags, notebooks. Each time I heard the news of a goodbye, I sank. And now here I am, writing this post before a month of the big move.
The Big Move- I am moving to Mumbai next month! For college, for a new life, and most importantly, for a fresh start.

So what actually made me come back here? It wasn't the "oh-my-god-I'm-leaving" breakdown. It was much more than that. I read so many beautiful people every now and then. Kshipra being one of them. It was while reading her many posts that I realised that it doesn't matter if I have just two or three readers; I have to give back the positivity and give them a reason to smile or to be able to relate through words. I am not sure if I'll ever do justice. Hell, I'm not even sure if I have it in me anymore.
But your art matters, Kshipra. To me. And I hope I'm able to do the same to someone... to be able to inspire someone.

Will be back sooner with a better update.
Till then, listen to this

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I missed this. 
-x-

Hello, Goodbye!

I began writing blogs because they gave me a medium of expression. It was a very important part of my growing up. Now, however, I do not feel so close to it. It is sad, really! But it has been great...reading so many amazing talents, making friends, learning and evolving along the way.

Sharing music, and other stuff.. all of it has been very well! And now, neither do I have the time nor do I feel the urge to take out time to write. I am trying to do things differently this year- starting with closing this chapter.

2013 wasn't a very good year. Then again, that's nothing new! =)
Days are never the same. You win some, you lose some. Shit happens and you move on. What I am terribly missing these days is the series of heart-to-heart conversations with my best friend. I am not an ambitious writer. I'm not among those who wish to get their works published...for what its worth, I don't even like sharing my work anymore.

So that's it I guess. Ending the blog with its 97th post.

Lets hope 2014 brings some moments of clarity.

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Nothing Left to Say | Staind

I am going to spend this year trying to find a path. I will paint my room red, and I will get another tattoo to mark the quest for a path. And I hope those of us who haven't been able to, will be able to. 

Lots of love. 

Shruti S.

-x-

Stand Back

Back in 2009, there began a journey to a probable destination. I was sure of how it will end. Perhaps the most sure I have ever been. That time was a moment of clarity. Things were either good or bad. Then, as the journey progressed, the destinations changed, I changed. And today, after almost a year or so, I am writing about something I had promised that I won't.

In these four years so many things were left behind and that journey itself has become a limbo. It's become the only thing I am unsure of...unsure of its meaning, its tangents, and its form. While its been a beautiful journey, it has turned into something perhaps I will never be able to resolve. Maybe the point is to keep it tangled  up in itself.

I guess they just see through you. And you're so busy being harsh on yourself that you give them the benefit of doubt. Maybe the point is to slow down and stop yourself from withering. Because its only fear which stands between you and them.


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Further | Longview

Grey Winter

I always fall back to my music in times of dejection, silence and disappointment. I curl up inside my cocoon and refuse to come out until all my playlists are exhausted. And then I emerge as your quintessential 22 year old female.

So what do you do when your disappointments seem to outrun your playlists and your general good opinion of the close ones begins to crumble?

I am not a particular fan of December, however much I might try every year to be one. This month is dark and hurtful. You're alone in your bed, thinking of all the great winters that you could have had, would have had.

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Winter | Daughter

Oh, winter comes
Oh, winter crush all of the things that I once loved. 

Born Ready!

I do not have much to talk about or say anything. What I do have is a very particular set of songs which make me a very productive employee at my workplace. (Cutting the Taken crap)

I was never a big fan of electronic music and then this amazing man introduced me to Pretty Lights, then I explored more artists from his label. This isn't new, you know. But I am in love with Gramatik. Listen to him and be a rockstar at work. Or otherwise also. You can always be a rockstar! Go change the world and dance at the after-party!

Born Ready | Gramatik

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I am usually happy person. I like to spread laughter. Then again, who doesn't? =)
Happy rest of December. And yes. I work now. =D
Its kind of cool. My workplace has a big ass library. Go figure!