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Friday, 27 January 2012

It's been a while...

I was typing out something in my address bar when the URL for this blog turned up... and suddenly I felt remorse. Remorse that I hadn't updated for so long.

Now, let me plead my case. The past few months have been unbelievably busy, and I've been flung into the realm of UCAS and Exam Prep. And even now, I feel slightly guilty to be writing this post as I have an exam in a couple of days.

However, come February, I will have a few things lined up and plenty to blog about! Just, at the moment, I need to get exams over and done with.

I have two dates lined up to see American bands, All Time Low, The Maine and We Are The In Crowd. I was also considering finally seeing ballet at the Royal Opera House, and perhaps check out War Horse at the National Theatre. Also, for those that are aged 16-25, there's a brilliant Entry Pass at the National Theatre, that allows you to buy tickets for £5. You can sign up for this, completely free, over HERE.

So, I'm just going to end this blog post here... I'll be sure to update in the next few days briefly with various Song of the Days, playlists and maybe even another edition of What's In My Bag?

Take care everyone!
x

Monday, 10 October 2011

Comfortably Academic

For the first time in a long period of time, I am feeling suitably comfortable academically. But of course, from the moment I hit "publish post", this little hypothesis will begin to disintegrate as I will begin to start pulling my hair out and scrunch up notes yelling "where is my pen?!"

I really hope that doesn't become the case. I'm finding it incredibly relaxing to be doing my work right now, and surely that must be a sign that I probably am not trying hard enough? And perhaps I should not judge so soon, considering I have only been back for a month.

Teamed with my hot chocolate and my copy of Tess of the d'Urbervilles, I just stormed through note-making and hot beverage sipping at complete ease. Unfortunately, during breaks I am still thinking of what work to do next, how I can make my grades better, how I can balance my work. Surprisingly, I'm not feeling claustrophobic from the work at all. I don't know, perhaps an explanation for this relaxed atmosphere will come to me at 3AM and that is when I will feel the need to wake up and come here and explain myself immediately.

I'm doing work just for the sake of it. I like it.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Love & War & The Sea In Between

There's just something incredibly atmospheric and soothing I am getting from Josh Garrel's album Love & War & The Sea In Between.


There's just so much variation in the album, it's surreal. I am really happy that I decided to browse around Bandcamp and this was the first artist that I clicked on. Some essence of Florence + The Machine, along with (surprisingly...) Linkin Park and hints of Bon Iver. The album art really drew me in as well!

I know exactly what I will be listening to all week. You can download and listen to his 18-track album here on Bandcamp. Consistently, it's the most underrated musicians that impress me the most.

Song of the Day: "June Gloom" by The Like

Despite it being quite far off from June, there is some gloom today. But that gloom has been kept outside, so today has been that equivalent of a Nigella Lawson day on the inside.

I've been making cupcakes and had books cluttering my study, and I know that music mends any sort of gloomy weather. Hot chocolate is up next!

Today I present to you..... The Like! They're currently a band of four, but during "June Gloom" we have three members of the band. This video was before they adopted their 60's style, here known for their elfin, folk-like fashion sense and Elizabeth Berg's slightly raspy voice. Anyway, if anything, this song reminds me of Christmas... anyone else agree?

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Steve Jobs: Visionary.

Despite always waking up in a rather groggy wake, I'm always capable of automatically find myself at my computer to check my mail and Twitter. The first tweet I saw today wasn't the nicest and most settling one. The death of Steve Jobs.

Yes, as we all know, Steve Jobs (computer entrepreneur, co-founder of Apple Inc. and FT's Person of the Year 2010) died after his long battle struggling with pancreatic cancer last night. My instant reaction? Shock. We all know cancer has taken away many people we love and adore, but my reaction was similarly that of a stomach punch. It was almost the same feeling I had felt when Michael Jackson had passed away too.

Although Jackson and Jobs don't exactly come from the same branch of industry, there was something similar in both of them: they were incredibly influential and they pushed the boundaries.

I feel as if Steve Jobs was an auteur of technology or the auteur of technology. Apple was built in his own image, and it successfully carried through in all his products. Funnily enough, I was just researching the Auteur Theory for my music video project for school, and I know for sure that Steve Jobs would definitely be placed in the auteur category.

I'm glad that he passed away peacefully, almost as calm as the man himself. It would be awful to know that someone had died in an inconsiderate amount of pain like my own grandfather's death. Still, 56 is young in my books, and it's an awful shame.

RIP Steve Jobs, may your legacy continue.

"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it, and that is how it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new." - Steve Jobs

Saturday, 24 September 2011

What's In My Bag?

A while ago on Flickr, I had joined a group called What's In My Bag? I had joined the group but never had the chance to actually take a picture of my bag with it's contents. Today, after realising I have nothing productive to do, I started exploring around Flickr and then stumbled across the group again. I immediately took out my bag, all the contents of it, and took a picture of it.

What I am going to be doing is creating an occasional "What's In My Bag?" feature, because I think the contents of a bag can often be very interesting. I'll talk a bit about what's in my bag, and see if I can remember any interesting stories from them. Credit has to go to groc for the inspiration.


As you can see, I don't really have much in my bag at the moment because I had recently cleaned it out and re-packed the thing.

1. You see that little red book on the left? It's a play. No, I am not a drama student, it's for my English literature classes. We're currently studying "She Stoops To Conquer" by Oliver Goldsmith. I was made to research Oliver Goldsmith for background, and frankly... I dislike him. His work is enjoyable thus far, but his attitude and history is just ridiculous; but he definitely is a character.

2. TESS of the D'URBERVILLES: Two words... READ. IT.

3. Wreck This Journal was something that I received from a friend on Christmas. I'm yet to complete, but I've done most of it. I carry it with me in case I need to imprint grass stains into it or find a public place to hang it and have people furiously scribble in it. I was terrified to crack the spine but eventually I did it. And several times also. I poured a little spiced wine on it too, and when you fan the pages, it smells of Burberry perfume. The journal is a character in itself.

4. My beautiful floral purse, another Christmas present! Vaseline, USB, glasses case.. they're all basic needs.

Unfortunately, that's all there is in a bag, but the contents always change so you should see some more updates a little later.

You will find that this will be a regular feature on my blog now, as a page will be dedicated to it right HERE!

Have a great day everyone, and keep your bags safe and interesting!

Song of the Day: "You're The One That I Want (cover)" by Angus & Julia Stone

I know, I know, once again I haven't been able to update in quite some time. I've been so caught up with work and trying to get myself organised that I have neglected this poor blog.

With some of my time off, I have been listening to a lot of music again, and I stumbled across Angus & Julia Stone's cover of "You're The One That I Want" from Grease. Yes, you must be wondering... how? If you're familiar with Angus & Julia Stone's music, you can only wonder how a song such as this one could be pulled off in this style?

It's for you to find out.... Julia's voice is precious.

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Song of the Day: "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra

In remembrance of the 9/11 attacks, I have decided to post a song by none other than the great Frank Sinatra. I greatly admire their resilience 10 years ago today, and perhaps someday I will be lucky enough to visit such a  vibrant and strong city.

I want to send all my good thoughts to the families of the people who lost their lives and all the services of New York that participated in the safety of such a great city. Continue to stay strong.


Sunday, 4 September 2011

Song of the Day: "I Need Some Sleep" by Eels

This song could easily sum up how I feel today, I really do need some sleep. See if you can guess where you may have heard this song before?


Saturday, 3 September 2011

Too late, Too Dark, Too Stuffy

I feel that my brain always functions best after 2AM, but of course it must involve me skulking around in the night in my house like an absolute creeper. I can have so much to think about and mull over in my head, because it takes me literally forever, (if not more) to fall asleep.

If the world was at it's safest, I'd feel comfortable to walk around in the night and take everything in. I can't stand still and think. Well, I can, but I feel useless standing still whilst I think of "great" things. If I am to think about philosophical topics, I must of course do something whilst I think of it. Just in honour of the thought.

So, what I've been thinking at this hour, instead of sleeping because it is unnecessarily hot even with the fan on, is about my increase in reading. Don't get me wrong, I've been reading for as long as I remember, I've always been encouraged to read. But as I deepen into literature that strays away from my childhood; Harry Potter, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Roald Dahl, I'm venturing into more complex novels.

But as I read more of these novels, I can't help but to feel pretentious. The more I read, the more I feel like a pretentious character. It would possibly not seem apparent on the outside, I don't really think I strike off as pretentious apart from the fact that people are aware I read quite a bit and I don't indulge in only mainstream activities but in a way, I feel like I am. This is probably because I think a lot, and I tend to over-think a lot. Often I tend to feel selfish, because I keep everything in my thoughts, but I never say them out loud.

Then I feel alarmingly pretentious when people tell me things that I always think about and I just nod my head and say "Yes" and "I know", always in agreement. I wonder if the person I am talking to wonders "wow, she claims to know everything." Or perhaps they may think something along the lines of like "She's pretending to know everything, I've never heard her utter anything of the sort before." Due to my lack of voicing opinion. This is terrible for a person who wants to do the things she wants to do in the future.

No secrets, just thoughts.

Just thoughts all in my head, kept under lock and key.

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Plath

Today started abruptly, as I jolted awake and was immediately aware that I was to meet my friend in a short couple of hours and I was, indeed, a mess. I don't think I could congratulate coffee enough for being such a lifesaver. I can't imagine the places I'd be without it.

Anyway, yes, I made yet another trip with my friend Sophie to the library today. On the rota, the task was "Get Work Done For Personal Statement". I was confident I'd get a fair bit down, but instead my time was spent reading Time magazine, inspecting pieces of Russian art and reading Sylvia Plath's biography. I decided to take it home. "Take" as in borrow it of course.


Well, here she is! I really enjoy her pieces of work, especially Ariel and I thought The Bell Jar was truly captivating. There are times whilst reading the novel, I feel like I can relate to how the protagonist feels, and it makes me worry, considering people reckoned The Bell Jar was a semi-autobiographical novel, and if you were not aware, Sylvia Plath was mentally ill and had committed suicide at the age of 30.

But then again, not everything is the same for everyone. Situations are dealt with differently by each person. In all honesty, "we are all unique" pretty much sums it up. So far I have reached the point of reading about Plath's maternal side of the family. As I read the story of her maternal grandparents, I feel as if I am reading a novel and then I realise that this is actually somebody's life. This is why I find biographies difficult to take seriously; I mistake reality for fiction and forget that these words depict the accounts of real events in history. Not quite sure why I am so fascinated by this.....

Sylvia Plath led a very colourful life. A life which could be considered almost "normal" to society's judging eyes, almost fulfilled. A life that could be mistaken for any person with a healthy mind, so I am looking forward to reading about the shadowed events in her life which could explain the reason for her angry and ambitious poetry.




I'm going to leave you here in the midst of Plath and dive into some work if my wireless keyboard decides to live.

Goodbye!

Friday, 26 August 2011

I haven't seen one of these in a while

My sister rushed upstairs today to tell me that there was a rainbow. I had suddenly turned into a magical pony as  I pranced all over my room panicking and looking for a camera. I needed to take a picture ASAP before it would fade away.

I got the picture though!


Sorry!

I've been ill for a couple of days, I'm sorry for not updating! I think I've reached the conclusion in which these "Song of the Day" post will be a little less frequent, and I'll post on my Twitter (which you can access here) when I'll have another one up!

Again, I really do apologise for the lack of posts, but when my mind is in correct working order, and I'm not sneezing every couple of minutes, I'll be sure this blog will be abundant with thoughts and opinions and complaints.

I hope you've all stayed on the right side of health, and please enjoy the rest of your summer holidays!

Monday, 22 August 2011

Song of the Day: "Pretend (Reprise)" by Lights

I discovered Lights quite some time ago whilst browsing around YouTube, and I fell in love with her music video of "Second Go" which involved her haphazardly painting a bright house room with bright colours. However, that isn't the song I wanted to show you today. I wanted to show you "Pretend" by Lights. Her voice is really sweet and is a reminiscence of innocence.




A little update

These past few weeks have been some sort of a haze. I received my AS results (not too bad, it's something to work with next year) and watched The Inbetweeners Movie - crude? Yes. Hilarious? Yes.

I did make an attempt to visit the local book club - yes, that is my enigmatic nerdiness coming out of it's shell again. I don't think I could explain to myself what seems so appealing to me about book clubs. I've always loved reading from a very young age, and that's been constant to this day. I went to this club last week and I arrived at the library with my friend and couldn't in fact locate where the damn book club was being held. We figured out where it was just as it had ended (we sat around reading instead, which is just as good as any book club!). We're having another go at it tomorrow, and perhaps get a little more of my personal statement done.

As school approaches, I'm getting more and more nervous about this personal statement; it has to be crystal clear and brilliant. It just dawned on me the other day that this will be a long process. I will be spending hours drafting this personal statement, so to avoid the infamous "last minute panic", I'm trying to get as much done now and then ask for advice from my tutors.

For anyone else in the process of applying to university (anywhere in the world) and you require a personal statement, I'd suggest being as true to yourself as possible. Don't try any cliché quotes and lines, and don't use vocabulary that you couldn't define on the spot. I've heard that during your interview, you could be questioned about these things.

Another tip: START NOW!!!!


As summer ends, I'm slowly depleting on money so I doubt much will be posted on any exhibitions or events I'm going to. I think most of my money has been blown off on travel and food, and less on material things as such. So if anything is posted, it is most likely on the basis of thoughts, opinions or maybe even photography, considering that's free.

Hope you're having a great week!

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Song of the Day(S): "Whatever You Like (T.I. cover) by Anya Marina + "Island In The Sun" by Weezer

I missed yesterday's "Song of the Day", I apologise. To make up for it, will present you TWO "Song of the Days" today.

Yesterday's song was Anya Marina's cover of T.I.'s "Whatever You Like". It came up on my iTunes library yesterday, and I forgot how much I love this cover. The original song is great, but I think this is one of those few occasions in which I can say I prefer the cover more.


Today's song of the day is "Island in the Sun" by Weezer. I always chill out on my balcony with this song, and the weather is considerably nice and bright in London today.


 Hope the weather is just as nice wherever you are! Get out of the house, take a walk, take some pictures, a picnic perhaps? If the weather isn't too great where you're residing that's fine - a day or night in with films, food and hot chocolate is just as great! 

Friday, 19 August 2011

Song of the Day: "I Don't Know" by Lisa Hannigan



I found Lisa Hannigan a couple of years ago whilst I was listening to Damien Rice. Her voice is beautifully melodic, and "I Don't Know" could generally make any one person happy. Good beat, good song to chill out to.

If you want to check out more of her music, visit her website: http://www.lisahannigan.ie/
You can also get a free MP3 of her song "A Sail" by signing up for her mailing list on the homepage.

Independence of mind

We go to school to build ourselves as people, learn to be unique, to become knowledgable for the world ahead of us. Unlike most people my age, I actually enjoy going to school, apart from a groggy morning which is very systematically: coffee, clothes, teeth, breakfast, out the house.

A couple of months ago, I was revising for my exams, and a recommendation from teachers was to look at the mark schemes from past papers and see exactly what the examiners want to see. I did this, and I began to wonder, whilst practicing for these exams, how wrong this must be. If I was to put an answer down on the paper, clearly showing the right answer, I still wouldn't get the mark. Because it is not what examiners want to hear.

Does that not mean we are doctorined to learn and believe things in a certain way? Where is the freedom of mind? That is why I do extra reading.

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Charity shops and stationary

I haven't really posted in a while, so I might just document a "book haul" I had experienced yesterday. I went out to the local shops with my friend Sophie, and the original plan was to buy lots of stationary for school again.
The only things I managed to buy in relation to that was a considerably cheap notebook and a considerably cheap pack of pens. That's it.

The rest of the time was spent traipsing around from one charity shop to the other, hunting for books like no tomorrow. This was a good idea. I came home with six.


The bottom one is The Godfather, which I was very pleased about because it was in excellent condition and I got it for only £1!


It is fancy, no? I really love it!

I finished reading Cat's Eye last night. I thought it was a great book, the ending was slightly wishy-washy in my opinion but it was the content itself that was great. Some bits didn't exactly have my eyes glued to the page, but obviously it would be difficult to be able to be interested in every aspect of Elaine Risley's life. Or perhaps that simply wasn't the case. I think I reached a point where overlapping description got too much for me. But the symbolism in this book was brilliant. I love the descriptions of her paintings and how time was integrated so seamlessly into the novel. Took me a while to read it, which is rare, I tend to finish books quite quickly, but the book basically documented the protagonist's life from around 6 or 7 to her late forties.

Now I have started reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. I'm up to chapter 83. Oh, yes, of course. The chapters are in prime numbers so I'm actually on chapter 22. I have high hopes for this book, I've heard a lot of praise about it. I love how simplistic the book is, yet it's captivating that way. The mind of someone with Asperger's Syndrome is so interesting. Yet it is strange considering that I think in a completely different way than him: Christopher, the protagonist, thinks in numbers and science. I think with words and feelings. But in some weird parallel, I understand everything he means, how he feels or doesn't feel. He makes so much sense and makes me feel quite pretentious with my words and feelings.

Funny the emotions a book can bring out of you. 

I supposed I should go make coffee now, I'm literally slumping at my desk from tiredness. Ciao for now.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Racism

Just before I start this post, I would just like to say that the following opinions I express are nothing in connection to the London and UK riots and the supposed "justifications" for arson and vandalism. This is just about my views on society in general.

Ok, so completely contrasting what I just said in the last paragraph (sort of), I'm hearing a lot of things being said in the news that the reasons for the riots may involve "race suppression/unfairness etc." This gets me thinking about what people actually think about "racism" these days.

Some few say that racism is a natural thing that is just embedded into our system; our dislike... or perhaps failure to see eye-to-eye with someone who does not look like us.

Living in London, it's often I hear people say things such as "I don't think racism really exists that much these days." In the kindest way possible, I can say this: I think they are naive. Yes, in comparison to the segregation of black people many years ago, there is less racism. But it is there, and racism is extremely difficult to get rid of. I'm not even sure if it's possible.

I think that racist culture has become a trend, you can see it in comedy, on websites such as Tumblr, you can easily identify stereotypical connotations. Yes, to some extent, we can all have a laugh. I can easily make fun of myself, and I'm a pretty laid back person. I don't get easily offended. But eventually, jokes get old. You don't want to hear them all the time, and slowly people think it's ok to be "stereotypically racist."

"It's a joke, just having a bit of fun!" That doesn't sound too nice now, does it?

I think it's hard to relate when someone is not in the midst of it. I'm good at empathizing, but even there are things that I do not understand and I will refuse to be fake and pretend I understand it. I will TRY to understand, yes. I will do my research, look into things, get different perspectives. But I will not nod and think I know, when I clearly do not.

I am Indian myself and I have received racism when I was younger. But then again, kids repeat what they hear. A couple of weeks ago, myself and a couple others were discussing the topic of bullying, and when I was questioned, I admitted that some children used to say "Do not play with Ria, she is brown." People looked sad for a brief moment and then one said "Well, I suppose that's normal. It's what kids do, you know?" Fair. Or wait, is it? Not all kids do it, surely? It stopped for a bit and then the racism picked back up quite recently.

I don't know, what I'm saying is that I think it's complete and utter bull when people say that racism doesn't exist anymore. It's not just lower class people that are racist, it doesn't even matter what class they're a part of. There's a difference between being tolerant and thinking and behaving in a racist manner.

Unfortunately, it's impossible to prove so it will have to remain a conspiracy for quite sometime.

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