Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Better Late Than Never, eh?

 Wearing: White Sweater ;Blazer: Zara; Leather leggings: Connection 18  ; Shoes: Guess; Sunglasses: ASOS

College has really given me a chance to explore and experiment. This is what I usually wore to college besides biker jackets, long coats and boots on cold winter mornings. I have finally moved from shooting in my backyard to shooting in college. Yes, this is my college. Well technically, we (my best friend and I. NO SELF TIMER!) shot right outside the Sister's (principal) house but you get my drift, right?! Living in leggings was not really my thing until I got these. AND GUESS WHAT, I CAN
I was supposed to post this two weeks ago but I couldn't since I had a dozen tests to give and assignments to submit and whatnot! Also, I don't know why but I've been a little disinterested for quite some. I was thinking of shutting this blog down a while back because there is not point in leaving it stagnant. But I am trying to work things out now. Apologies for a brief post. I am working on a research paper and a theater production simultaneously and unfortunately, they take up most of my time. So until next time, au revoir mes amis!

Aishwarya :)

Ps: I am currently a part of a theater production being staged by an independent theater company on 20th of March. If any of you love watching plays and want the deets for this one, you can email me @ (don't laugh, I made it when I was 15). 

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Hidden Bruises

The unrealistically high expectations the society and the consequences of it all

When I was a child of seven
My grandmother said to me
"your hair isn't as long as hers"
When I grew a little
 she said, " you are not as tall as her"
When I grew older, she told me,
"You don't score as well as her".
She thought she was helping me.
But she killed my confidence
She killed me.

When I was a girl of thirteen
they bullied me
They told me I was a boy
They told me I was not thin
They told me I was a loser.
They thought they were being funny
But they wrecked my self esteem.
They wrecked me.

Sick and tired,
I covered my bruised self esteem
A facade of a sort.
I hid it from the world then
I hide it from the world now. 

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Melancholy ascends as I keep my dresses away, one by one. Winter is overhead. Mother is stacking tracksuits in my closet. Tears. She's been telling me to dress safe. "Wear tracksuits to college every day. You don't want to fall sick." Are you sending me to war, mother? You know I am not strong enough (physically and mentally) for that. Also, tracksuits are only (perhaps) worn on Mondays in order to mourn the sudden demise of the weekend which rises from the sands like a fallen soldier at the end of every week (duh) but unfortunately, can't hold itself for too long.
I decide that I am not going to live my life in thick, ugly tracksuits with a certain word studded across my butt (even though I know I am going to end up in them). Honestly speaking, I love experimenting. I feel like one should not stick to certain clothes/outfits/styles (ugly tracksuits alert- i don't know how that happened but I see it every winter). Instead, they should experiment with their clothes and other people's also. For example, the uneven jacket in the following outfit is my mum's. Lulz. Oftentimes, I wear my dad's over sized graphic tees with leggings and boots and of course a leather jacket- which should be a staple in all our closets (that's the only reason I look forward to winters). I like to keep my outfits laid back yet presentable. 
Outfit details- Dress: LBD, Jacket: Mother's; Random black leggings; Boots: Zara; Ring: Youshine