For the love of Speed!

Friday, 21 August 2015

What's an internet without speed? Maybe like a cheetah without his magnificent limbs.

I still remember the days when I used to crib about the slow internet, or wait impatiently for it to pick up speed so that I could download all the movies and videogames I wanted. As for my phone internet, it witnesses all the sulking in me as the screen showed a circle buffering and buffering until the page finally loads or dies down.

Things turned worse when I moved to Visakhapatnam. I remember switching my internet providers twice. Both of them were of no use. I had to forget all those movie downloading and high definition streaming of TV shows. The internet went as a snail pace and for most of the time, it was  used to browse for my work-based research. So, goodbye Rizzoli & Isles, Game of Thrones and Elementary. I'll watch you once my internet is back on it's speed.

A Petite Chamber I Call My World.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

"My room was a real way of expressing myself. It was like a little nest that I could settle into."
                                              - Chloe Sevigny

Whatever Sevigny said, I absolutely second that. Over the last fifteen years, my room has seen it all. Right from a small chubby girl who used to run around with dolls and toys, to an awkward teenager who was a bookworm trying to get through her adolescence safely and finally to someone who is still a bit plump, but a young woman who marched towards as an independent soul. It has been my shield, my own space during all those hours where I cosily crashed onto the bed, mugged up those long physics answers, drooled over my real-life and reel-life crushes, talked to the one who was close to my heart, got heartbroken, felt happy, sad, or miserable and last but not the least, even times like these where I squeeze my brain for words to type for my writing assignments.

How else would I love to have this beautiful little space I fondly call as mine, other than being a manifestation of myself? In whatever way it may seem to others - be it messy, tidy or like the ones maintained by a cleanliness freak, I love this cosy little place to bits. And my perfect room transformation would be something where everything reflects me along with the right blend of comfort and  minimalist style.

The pristine white walls with pistachio green shelves and an abstract design mounted bookcase in the same colour. Also with the furniture and furnishing in the very exact themes placed alternatively. Like white study table with pistachio green chair, white mattress, green pillows, wardrobe, small beanbag, simple table lamp, photo frames and so on- everything precisely in accordance with the colour patterns. And last but not the least, a huge whiteboard sheet plastered on the wall to ideate my writings and every goofy thing that I'd like to scribble. This would what my dream room would look like.

Because white is innocence, goodness, purity and perfection whereas green stands for harmony, life, energy and freshness. And I'd like my room to be a place where I'd make more and more fresh memories of my daily life with goodness and naivety. Well, I wouldn't also mind a few dark days. After all, if not for my very own room, who'd be my source of comfort?

So, my idea of a dream room transformation is a reflection of my own self, dreams and aspirations. Sure it did see me through everything I went through to be who I am now- be it happiness, sadness or a myriad of emotions. And I am sure that in many more years to come, it will see me through what I will become!

I am participating in the  Upload and Transform #HomeCanvas activity in association with Godrej Interio and BlogAdda. If you are not blogging, you can still be a part of this activity. Here’s how” 

Book Review: A Minute to Death

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

Hello folks, I am back again with a review, and this time, it's a crime thriller. Lately, I have been surprising myself by getting out of the comfort zone and trying new genres. And must say, I am not disappointed. Though my last review was about a book that was 'my' kind of genre, this book is something close to my heart. You'll know how! Without further ado, let me disclose the name of the title. It's 'A Minute to Death' by Ganga Bharani, a friend, part mentor and part guide. However, I solemnly swear, I will give my best in presenting an objective review of her book. Read on to find out how I liked it!

A Minute to Death
Author: Ganga Bharani
Genre: Crime Thriller
Publishers: Half Baked Beans
Paperback, 130 Pages
Rating: 4/5

To begin with, Riya is an aspiring writer who wants to visit a crime scene and the subsequent investigations regarding the case, so that she can pen down a book in the best way possible. Thanks to her Crush/Boyfriend Rohan, she gets an opportunity. Before she gets disappointed about it being a mundane suicide, speculations arise. Riya and Rohan comprehend that there is something fishy about the case that is more than what meets the eye. Confusions and other shocking events crop up as they try to unfold the mystery. So, what is it after all, Will Riya and Rohan crack the case? Will the budding author be able to render her masterpiece by tagging along with her loverboy cop?