My Delhi Travel Log

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It was evening drenched in drizzle, about a month ago when I was travelling back from a rather tiring day at office that I came to know that I would be starting my field training in Delhi in next 2 days.

Now this single sentence sparks around hundred questions that I need to address to my regular blog readers but lets just keep it for my next post ‘Post-College Aftermath‘. My dormancy on this blogosphere would be better explained there but for now here’s what happened in Delhi.

Ticketing, packing & travelling done, I landed at the place slightly known to me through my sophomore year internship. I have been to Delhi before that as well – once in my childhood when, as I remember, I hated this place so much that I use to cry everyday to go back. It was an alien abode for me. Not so much now.

The transit flat that became our second home for the next 3 weeks was one of the nicest place I have ever stayed in apart from of-course home and my beloved college. Not just the location & the ambiance but the caretakers there were some of the nicest people I have ever met. We were given royal-like treatment there. Being acknowledged as the company officers and the perks that come with it were not something that I am accustomed to.

My cousin has been staying in Delhi for the past 10 years or so. The moment I reached my room, I called to let him know that I’m in Delhi. Unsurprisingly, he was quite surprised. Luckily he was not much far away from the place I was staying in – Saket (a place in South Delhi). I immediately texted him my address and he came over.

My cousin and I have a very nice bonding from ever since I remember because of the life ethics we share. Our catch-up meeting quickly turned into a funky rendezvous when he discovered my interest in video making. He is into performing bathroom-stage comic arts and I, on the other hand, am always in search for the subject for my next video.

Though it took me sometime to shed aside my hesitations and shoot anything outside of the courtyard, our chemistry kept the momentum going. Whenever we met on weekends, we made sure that atleast one WhatsApp story comes out of it. He was much more eager to be in the videos than I for one making them.

[Mumbai Diaries] Day Zero : An Exuberant Destination

<!– I started this post as a diary entry to account my day to day happenings in Mumbai. I’m here for my job training (More on this in future posts.) Later I got into fun stuffs and forgot about writing about the activities. But don’t worry, I would add them subsequently –>

The day rolled out pretty smoothly as I ticked off the tasks at hand. The journey of this bit tiring ordeal started with my train halting at a rather deserted station. From what could I observe, it appeared grand though. Now, I’ve been to CST station earlier once but I couldn’t identify it this time. Most of the passengers got down at earlier stations itself, so it was just me and few more people in the train.

When I saw the train literally empty, it’s then I asked one of the passengers on the station if it was CST. He replied in affirmative. I took my stuffs and got down. First I got confused as to where should I exit from. I saw few taxis on the other side of the nearby barricade but the passengers were moving ahead, so I followed them thinking the exit could be that way. Only after moving forward a bit, I realized it’s indeed CST from its grand Victorian architecture. My trolley bag’s handle broke down once again. I had given it for mending before coming here. Anyway I booked the Uber and came to the hostel.

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Here I met few fellow students. Though I had a fair idea of it being good but the area where our hostel is, is just exotic. It’s Hiranandani Gardens! IITB is just a km away and all the other buildings are sky-scrapers with classic architecture. I came to my room, shot some B-roll for the vlog, went onto the terrace and some photos and videos. It was now evening time and we got ready for the dinner. We went into the hostel’s mess at 7:35 PM but the guy there told us to come at 8:00. Stricken by hunger we decided to go out and have dinner.

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Initially we kept on roaming around. We went into the market nearby that goes by the name ‘Galleria’. You can find a whole lot of commodities & accessories there. We were looking for some cheap place to eat. As it goes without saying – Mumbai is essentially a place for the riches. Everything is so expensive here. We couldn’t find any food that could decently fill our stomach under reasonable price. Finally we settled at the cheapest one we could find. The food was good but not sufficient.
After dinner, we went to the famous Powai lake nearby. Though we couldn’t enjoy it much for it being night. Came back, got refreshed, changed my clothes and went for my editing work. I was really tired by the end of the day. I had hardly any energy left to proper think about the edit plus being it the first day, the subconscious distractions were really high. Finally I went to sleep late at night after checking my social medias ( I think it’s getting toll of me these days).

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Done Is Better Than Perfect

Read it, write it, print it like those famous quotes hanging on your walls or just memorize it for the time eternity but keep this in mind – “No matter how much of deep shit you’re stuck in, there is always a way out.

You can solve majority of your problems (or you wouldn’t get into them in the first place) if you’re true to yourself. Honesty is not telling yourself (the infamous) “All is well” but rather to introspect what lead to mortifying circumstances. It may seem like a strong word to use but consequence of you fooling yourself could be disastrous.

So why am I telling you this all of a sudden?

It’s the sudden urge of circumstances. Things happen like they always do. They teach us things like they’re supposed to. I learn them and sometimes write here like I should do.

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This post is not yet finished but I had to put this out because ‘done is better than perfect.‘ I could wait till I have tweaked, refined and polished every word I’ve written. I could keep on reforming every sentence until it exactly represents what’s there in my mind.

But then may be in the due course I would forget to do all this. This post would be lost in oblivion. It would just sit in the drafts like many others of the past. It would be like my videos which I worked on, in bits and pieces, over the past few days but still didn’t release them. Why? Because I couldn’t materialize them to the point of my satisfaction.

Here’s my own little version –

It’s the end of this month – the last month of college. I needed to write a lot of things in this space. It’s said that the beginning is always the hardest but in the retrospect of perfection, I think finishing and putting it out in open is the toughest part. So I thought to be vulnerable this time. I thought of leaving it incomplete. See here it is, my insecurities, my struggles, the so called ‘behind the scenes‘ of Divine_Lifez.

 

A Cause That Went Missing

Isolated from the herd of wits and bullshit,

knocked over, by the choice of mine

By the choice of yours, I surmised

The onsetting dusk, I lamented;

 

For what it’s worth, I tried, mending

The broken bond, the shattered link,

Asphyxiating every ounce of my conscience

Of reason, now nearly lost, faded;

 

O thou confidante, my mate of ages,

Where thy friendship paled,

Faith vanished, yacht of trust sailed;

Leaving me here, belittled

By the mockery of circumstances,

You meandered into an abyss,

Never meant for me to wander;

 

Weathered, toiled & trudged, I have

To be where I resolutely stand, I tried

To pull you back from the chasm

In futile, for all in vain, at last I inquired,

I questioned – is this how it ends?

I prayed, not, yet if not otherwise,

Among the scarce choices,

I had to choose right, for the multitudes

That surrounds my mortal self, unaware you,

Blinded by basic human jealousy, it affronts

More than penitence, it outrages my senses;

Reminiscing the chronicle of obscured meaning

I now sing this ode to the end of an era;

 

I struggled writing this piece because I wanted to bring in as much clarity without being specific in depiction. This poem recounts my personal experience of recent times, which, as I recall, I have encountered in past too but this instance is much more intense. It felt like an unexpected blow to the fragile castle I was cherishing all this time.

I do not intend to incentivize over the broken bits but rather remind myself that it is a part of life. It hurts and it teaches me a lesson. It may seem irrational yet it begets rationality in my maturer self. It kills the hope yet shapes my expectations.

Author’s Note – I write about certain events on this blog because either they need to be told or I want to document them as learning experiences. I do not expect others to gain much from the later category, given their specific contexts. This is one such post. It has troubled me recently and I needed to vent out the feeling.

Vuja De : Theory of Originals

When you look at the title, the spontaneous thought that crosses your mind is – “This guy have gotten it wrong. Isn’t it déjà vu, a french word for the feeling that something has already happened?“. I totally appreciate your interception but I still stand on the one written there. It’s a philosophy that I follow as a creator. It’s the guiding light on my journey of being an outlier.

I wouldn’t dive into the formal definition, though different webpages seems to offer different versions. Here’s the notion that caught my attention – It’s a feeling when you perceive something familiar in a different way. Having a new perspective for something, you’ve already interacted with, multiple times. Totally opposite of ‘déjà vu‘, isn’t it?

On a quest to produce something original, I’ve embarked on a mission to bring my thoughts into reality. There’s just so many wonderful things that a mind is capable of producing. All we have to do is to be willing to work hard. After all, everything that you see around yourself is someone’s brain-child.

I would like to share some of my works this month to the readers, as I had indicated in my previous posts. It is more like the ‘March 2017 Recap‘ for me (other than regular academic stuffs). So lets dive in and see what interesting stuffs this post has to offer –

A DJ Night Story 

Approaching to the end of our wonderful B.Tech years, it was our last DJ night in college. I thought of making it special. How, you ask? I think writing the whole story would be mere repetition, so I encourage you to read the description of this video as well.

This video gained significant momentum in college and everyone seemed to like it. Some of my friends shared it on social medias. My efforts were appreciated and I was on the receiving end of numerous accolades. After this big hit, it was the time to get into the normal shoe. I tried to work on few other things afterwards but somehow I couldn’t bring them into fruition.

There’s this one suggestion or advice I would like to share with my readers – “If you work tremendously on something, make sure that you finish and bring it to conclusion. Go ahead and put the result out there. Speaking bluntly, no one cares how hard or persistently your tried, if you didn’t bring it into fruition then it’s futile. Don’t throw the ‘either you succeed or you learn’ philosophy because even to fail, you had to put your work out in open in the first place. Don’t leave something mid-way. I have learnt it the hard way. Always finish.”

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Much-awaited mid-sem break came afterwards and it was the time to go on an awesome trip to Vizag. Me and my friends had contemplated over several places we could go and after much scrutiny, we zeroed down to this and man, it was refreshing! I thought of writing an entire blog post on my experience there but this time I would let the visuals explain the extravaganza –

I still have clips left for with Ep. 3 but I have a different idea for its execution. It has certain requirements which I have to fulfill & I’m working on it.

Now a days, I’ve been putting out WhatsApp stories daily. For those who don’t know, WhatsApp much like Instagram has integrated a new functionality wherein you can post pictures or videos as your status. It disappears after 24 hours (call it the post acquisition facebook-effect 😛 ) Thus it gives me a platform to regularly practice and showcase my small edits. My lonely evening walks are quite effective in generating new ideas for these videos. As it’s said – best things in life happen to you when you’re alone.

Being original, specially for an artist, is a journey of self-discovery. It’s an opportunity to introspect your thoughts, your will, your desire and in turn, create wonders. It’s not an easy path but certainly a fulfilling one. When you see your own creation being a thing of inspiration for someone else, you realize the power that reside within yourself.

I completely adore this video from one of my favourite artists on YouTube, Peter McKinnon 

I plan to post more of my works in coming days. Hope you enjoyed this little post. Till the next one, keep learning, take inspirations, get inspired and then put in your ‘X’ factor to churn out something you can call your own. Ciao! 🙂

Stars Out, You Shine & It Gets Better!

It’s the undeterred passion for something that will take you far. It’s the genuine love for what you do that’ll pull you out of adversities, if any. It’s your honesty towards yourself that will work wonders.

You must have heard similar versions of these lines. I would have written them explicitly in some other blog post but note it down now, it’s the bottom line for ‘starting out on a creative journey‘. Now there are two contrasting statements underlying this philosophy –

“You should have fun in whatever you’re doing.”

“Sometime you’ve do mundane stuffs to reach to the point where it gets interesting.”

These two talks about the separate phases of the entire process. Both are equally true but the later is subjective. Those mundane stuffs could be amusing to you because the anticipation affirms its consequences. Just the other day, I was watching a video featuring EDM artist Skrillex where he was talking to a bunch of guys saying (quoted verbatim) –

Have some fun. Make some music. If it’s fun – that’s all that matters. You look back and say – I spend all those days, I met all these people and it was fun. That’s cool. I’m having fun. I’m in the same room you’re all sitting in right now. I’m in the same place as you guys are.

That being said, when I wrote the blog post ‘Where My Solace At‘, though it was intended to be a work of fiction, it highly reflected what I was going through then. I needed to come out of it. When you feel lost, stop feeling that and start doing something that will distract you from unnecessary contemplation. Sitting idle and waiting for things to get on track just waste your time.

Last year when I was the web coordinator for our technical fest, I went through a lot of such moments when I was clueless. I was helpless as there was no one I could’ve talked to. For hours and days I sat alone in the computer lab doing night outs, even during vacations.

As the fest came and I delivered what I was responsible of, all of this story died in the fainting sound of few appreciations. I had started documenting my experience as ‘Delving Into The Developer’s Dilemma‘ but I never really came to the terms of publishing it. I needed it to be more appealing. I needed it to be compelling enough to trigger an instant reminiscence.

I see thousands of such stories floating around and if I could deliver the entire essence into few minutes, eliminating out the mundanity, then the impact is tremendous. This year I voluntarily took the responsibility of doing just that. I turned to multimedia to document the entire fest story.

Often I have the story in mind but in college, I don’t find many people who would be willing to be the central subject. Here I had tens, hundreds and thousands to people, each of them with their contribution, to write a cohesive piece. It was upon me to discover that cohesiveness.

I shot behind the scenes, I shot the decorations, I shot the fun, I shot the informals, I shot the pronites, I shot the events, I shot an entire amazing fest. Now it all lies with me ready to be woven into a fabric of festive feel. Here’s one for the start –

The point of writing all these is to remind myself and inspire others that it all happened because I shrugged off my gloomy feeling. I went ahead and did what I loved.

Just before the fest I had caught cold. My health was not at all well but not once in those three days I thought that I should take rest. All my hunger and thirst took the back seat because I had the burning appetite for capturing those moments. I knew that if it is lost, I won’t regain it ever. I’m much well now and a lot happy because of what I did.

Many a times in life, we find ourselves struggling with circumstances. In that case, just stop thinking for a moment and do something that makes you happy. Do not sit around searching for motivation, watching random videos of YouTube or browsing 9gag/Facebook, loathing your life.

Instead if you like sketching, make an art. Like reading, read something worthwhile. Like writing, write your heart out, without worrying about presentation or sugar coating it. Many of the best written pieces are the ones written without any prior planning. They were felt in the moment and inscribed with ink in pristine form.

If you like coding, then play around with the code. What you do today might hit some other day when you’re stuck. If you like film making, go ahead, explore and look out for the inspiration that will trigger a masterpiece.

Author’s Note – This is my second blog post in the ‘Fest Diary‘ series. Hopefully I would be writing about other stuffs if I remember something worthwhile. It was my last fest here in college, so that makes it more special. Nonetheless I’ll keep posting the videos in the blog posts as soon I upload them.

Also remember how I keep advocating why you should make gift for people, well there’s nothing as wondrous as this. Day before yesterday I made a little tribute video for our special host Sumit Suvarna and sent it along with the other videos I shot of him.

He really liked my unexpected gift. We got connected over social medias and now we have planned to catch up whenever he is in Hyderabad. Exciting! 🙂

 

The One On The Fest Beats

Amidst the click of selfies,

In the conglomeration of adorning hues,

I saw a story, being written,

On the scales of rhythm and blues;

 

In the thud of the steps,

In the symphony of the taps,

Intertwined was a tale,

Acknowledged by the claps;

 

From the beats of the drums,

From the tune out of strums,

From the magic that flute spread,

Emanated a yarn, eternally that pervade;

 

In the stuttering of robots,

In the swirling of drones,

In the vroom of the RC cars,

Resided the gala of rising stars;

 

In the cackling of rendezvous,

In the cheering that arose in unison,

In the cacophony of loud screams,

Lingered a saga of California dream;

 

In the melody of the voice,

In the rhythm of the movements,

In the shout out for glory,

In the grin of success,

And in the cry of joy,

Cradled an anecdote, a storyteller’s ploy.

 

Author’s Note – Our college fest ELAN & Nvision was recently concluded. This poem, an onomatopoeia, is first in the series of my related experience. It celebrates the amazing aura created by the festive beats and the story that dwells in that bustling atmosphere. I would be writing more about it in the subsequent posts. Ciao! 🙂