Name: Mystique
From: Bombay, India
About me: Nothing to say.I am self-explanatory. I am Mystique. Actually, there's no point writing much here, because you can't know about me unless you know me in person. Or know of me. Whatever. I don't like the norms set down by society. I see no reason to follow them. They're very hypocritical. Therefore, I do what seems logical to me. Now whether that falls into the 'norms' or not...couldn't care less. facebook says I'm 61% normal. I assure you it's wrong......after all, who's facebook to decide? just ask my friends, I'm actually more like a variable percentage.
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Randomized thoughts of Mystique
Friday, 13 November 2009,19:21
TWLOHA
It's a bit late, but I'd planned to do it this year and I did.
It's in sketch pen, don't get too excited.
To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recovering. On this day, just write love on your arms, and show it off, other people will ask why you have love written on your arms, and you tell them you are supporting to write love on her arms day, and how its benefiting a non profit organization helping stop depression, and make love the movement ♥
To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recovering. On this day, just write love on your arms, and show it off, other people will ask why you have love written on your arms, and you tell them you are supporting to write love on her arms day, and how its benefiting a non profit organization helping stop depression, and make love the movement ♥
I might've been late with the arm-decor, but I'm spreading the word.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009,16:34
November Rain
For the past two days we've had terrible unwinterly humidity. Expecting the same today, I stepped out in shorts.
But what a surprise! The air was dry and blissfully chilly, with a breeze against my face. And a light drizzle.
So very blissful.
Lectures we had two. And after that I just HAD to go to Marine Drive to revel in the weather.
After prancing around, back to the Lit room to sit in on the reading of The Night of January 16th. It's a great play, really gripping. In the two hours it took to finish the reading, the drizzle had opened up into a full fledged shower.I sat in the balcony wearing shorts and a hoodie, writing. It's PERFECT weather for scotch and smokes, but I have no scotch, and I don't smoke.
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Very excited for tomorrow. Why? Eve Ensler (THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES!) is coming to Bombay. And she's gonna be talking at our college! Thus begins my frantic search to find, download and RE-read the Monologues.
:)
Friday, 6 November 2009,21:26
Days go by, past my window.
Yesterday...
I got fined in a train.
I spent the day with one of my favourite people.
I had lunch at Theo :D
I shopped.
Today, dance class, again. It feels SO good to be back!
Exams in....3 weeks.
*panics, runs away.*
Friday, 30 October 2009,17:34
I wish
I wish I were older than the stars
I wish I had seen the beginning of time
The slow evolution
The first tool
The rise of a civilisation
Antony's speech
Helen of Sparta
The tayu courtesans
India's golden age
The newly built Taj.
If I wasn't Indian...
I'd want to be Japanese.
Petite sexy schoolgirl in tiny skirt uniform.
White face, tiny beautiful eyes, fair legs in knee socks
Land of bullet trains and geisha and sushi and karaoke.
(Maybe it's the book I was reading that makes me say this)
I want to live in Miami, wear hot shorts and lounge on the beach. Perfect weather too.
I want to live in New York, be street smart, know my way up and down Manhattan and the subway.
I want to be a chic Parisienne and have the lust for love, cheese and good food in my soul.
But yeah. Bombay works for now. Live in a city with the driving rain and local trains.
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Whimsy crap whimsy crap whimsy crap.
Oh gods of writing or whatever, strike me with inspiration. Please. Thank you.
Now REreading: Neil Gaiman - American Gods.
Labels: journal, random things, travel, vagueness in my head, wishful thinking
Tuesday, 27 October 2009,20:57
Trying, as always, to find the colour.
I have not much to write right now. So, the photos. I'm loving my new Nokia 6303 (low budget, to compensate for the loss of my MOTOK1.), more for the camera than anything else. It helps greatly when I'm bored.
I have a group project to submit by November 1st, the topic is Celebrities as social activists. Growr.
Okay, photos, from top to bottom, we have:
1. Mosaic at Candies, Bandra. I could take photos of every single tile in the place, it's done up SO well!
2. My daily commute. I need to reshoot this tomorrow.
3. Pretty blue tile, Candies. My phone camera didn't capture the colour as it actually was.... :(
4. What I did in today's English class. Inspired by thegirlinthebigbox, specifically her rainbow art, which I absolutely adore. Great examples of her work are here, here and here. She's so incredibly talented....I'm gonna stop now.
5. I shamelessly advertise. I made that. Got all the beads and stuff when I went to Muscat over Diwali. Green garnet and silver.
6. Teeny carrot-cupcake at Candies. It was delicious.
7. Colaba causeway. The silk bangles.
8. Conversely. I have magenta, she has purple.
So yeah. That is me, for now. Enjoy.
Now reading: Lesley Downer - Geisha
Now listening: 3oh3 - Starstrukk
Now watching: Pretty Woman
Labels: art, happiness, journal, love, Mumbai, observations, random things
Friday, 23 October 2009,19:44
Tuesday, 20 October 2009,14:19
Twinkly lights all over
Aah, back to the buzz that is Bombay. I didn't get my big fat noisy Indian Diwali after all. I didn't even light a single firecracker. But my TV-addict cousin got his first bhaiduj from me, and I got a bit rich.
On my way home from my grandmom's, the sun had set and every window glittered with twinkly lights of every size and colour, beautiful paper lanterns swaying in the breeze. Even the slummier areas had something, a huge lantern over the highway, a haphazard sprinkling of bulbs. The chawls overlooking the highway were uniform, the same bright paper lantern in every balcony. Three chawls in a row, each lit in a different colour.
The last day of Diwali was rather quiet. Occasionally you'd hear a bang, and then a shiny green pustule would streak into the sky and explode in a shower of sparks.
Not so much after I got back to Matunga. My head throbbed as I unpacked and ate. Outside my window, down the lane, the noise was continuous. And hellishly irritating.
Furious, I fell asleep. Today morning as I walked down that same lane, so silent now, a thousand little bits of paper were the only evidence of last night's pyrotechnical play.