Welcome! Hi! AAAAAH. This blog is inches away from being my personal diary and let’s just say, if anyone read that, I could end up in rehab. I always take inspiration from Amy Winehouse however; if my daddy thinks I’m fine, I’m not going anywhere. As for my dad, he thinks I’m an angel. I promise that’s not a complete lie. I can be one, I just find it so boring. This blog is a perfect example of that. Why stay quiet and keep your unfiltered thoughts to yourself? Immerse yourself in the wilderness. Embarrass yourself. Go off on tangents so far out you can’t even make your way back to the original point.
Craze. That is my original point. Everything stems from that and without getting into the nature versus nurture argument, I want to try and point my finger to what I think it is, what I think I am. My personal opinion is that it is nature, nurtured. It was nurtured overtime by my parents, their principles, my Hindi teacher that used to tell me off for being too naughty, the yellow snake I saw when I got off the school bus in Delhi, running around the hotel pool in Jaipur with my cousins, Kolkata’s egg rolls, the way Bengali sounds like a language sweet birds might speak if we could understand them, the uniqueness in the way air smells when you get off the plane in different countries, discovering Korean noodles, nothing ever being able to replace my mum’s biriyani. It was nurtured by love, friendships, heartbreaks, education, life in free flow and most importantly, my ability to FEEL. I feel everything to an intensity I have never been able to put words to, a richness I can never hide, no matter how hard I try. It is a blessing in disguise and a disguise that engulfs me, becomes reality. It is why I started writing. It is why I will keep writing.
So, I ask you, read with the fire I write with. Grip the emotions, the depth, the passion. It’s all me and it’s all you.