A New Website!

Hi guys!

I’ve started a new blog called as ‘Dreams Across the Land of the Rising Sun’ on WordPress.

On this website, I plan to write about all things Japan and Anime!

https://hinomotodreams.wordpress.com

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I’ll like and comment below from my other blog too, maybe it’ll make it easier to find the page on the app once you click the icon 🙂

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Beauty. #writephoto

A colourful reality sucked out by a societal vampire

Redundance becomes the antonym of fantasy

Different shades of black try to complement the reticent white

The geometry reinforces the repetition

Albeit the symmetry makes anything look beautiful

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I stand at a vantage point gazing at my monochrome and compact reality

There is no escape, only cages.

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To climb upward in life is a single, narrow chimney

A lonely journey; eventually you’ll get out with success at the expense of being all sweat and sooty

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Alone in the woods among the silhouette of trees and charcoal clouds

There is no help nor saviour

Everyone has to find their own escape, climb their own chimney

Bake their own bread.

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If you overestimate your life above the chimney, you’ll slide down the roof and bruise on the muddy ground zero

There are people like that.

They won’t give you a base, but they’ll not shy away from giving a downward incline

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Night and day blend reluctantly

We live daily like a mechanised factory

Those whirring sounds everyday, those similar people everyday

Repetition doesn’t make things beautiful.

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I dream everyday

Of breaking out of the closed door,

Walking out of reality into a self-carved fantasy

Into the asymmetrical and colourful nature

Where I won’t have to compete.

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A petal less here and there

Doesn’t make a flower less beautiful

A different colour pigment than the norm doesn’t reduce the value of a tree

Break away and go where life takes you

Just like this alleged poem did

Because there is beauty in an empty mind and asymmetry.

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Picture credit and inspiration from Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Thank you Sue!

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Thalassophile

a lover of the sea

thalassophile
(NOUN VERY FORMAL)
• a lover of the sea

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Ever met a thalassophile? Or maybe you are one?

I guess I could say I’m an amateur thalassophile.

But keeping that aside, what is it about the sea that attracts people like us?

Versatility.

The sea is accomodating. He has something for all of us. Those philosophical ones, those contemplating ones, those ‘calm seas don’t make skilled sailors’ types, those heartbroken ones, those loners and those dreamers.

I’m the philosophical-dreamer-loner type thalassophile. The sea is where I find myself. I just space off into the horizon and the blueness of the sea. The horizon is where my dreams lie, far, far away to the east. There is a mysticism about the sea. He can captivate you.

I find my democracy in the seagulls. Those free, free birds voyaging across the sea. I feel jealous. I’m just a crow who can’t leave the territory of the land.

The sea is my muse. The mountains are my canvas. The seagulls are my clouds. The concrete buildings and humans are a cast away painting, no longer needed.

Lone footsteps that disturb the sand. That lucky sand that gets to love the sea all day, all night. That unlucky sand that cannot just get whisked away by her clandestine lover. Because she’s stuck to her worldly responsibilities to sustain us all. So that we don’t drown in the passion of the sea.

The sea calls me. Tries to hold me by the ankle. But the moist sand holds me down. She doesn’t want me to go with the sea. I share her fate. The sea tries to coax us again and again and again. But we refrain. A life full of masks is calling us back to the city.

The palm trees scrutinize us. Me and the sand. So that we don’t escape. The sky looks down on us with pity. The sky is the unrequited lover of the sea. No matter how many horizons they decide to rendezvous at, it’s just a mirage. A sham. The sea is a vagabond. A player.

Yet I desperately seek solace in the sea. The sea speaks to me. Tells me that one day, there’ll be a sailor, who’ll come along and take me across on an adventure. How do I believe him? He’s always lied to me. Yet I love the sea. So I never lose hope.

I go again and again to the promenade to get my heart broken. But just a sight of him soothes me. I close my eyes and let the air hit my face. The air that pushes me back, warning me not to get involved with the sea.

But I insist.

Under the crying sky

On the jealous sand

Against the palm trees and air screaming

I step into the sea

I make an unspoken promise.

There is silence.

The sea affirms with a tickle on my ankle

That it accepts me;

Me,

A lover of the sea.

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The Tranquility in Beauty

A walkthrough of the Global Vipassana Pagoda.

(Gorai, Mumbai, India)

6:36 am
Local Train

It seems like twilight. There is just one star following me. The only artificial source of lights are the buildings which light up in a chess board fashion.

The buildings at the far end of the skyline pierce the vermilion break of dawn.
Only the announcements echo at the railway stations with the occasional horn of trains. Other than that, there is dead silence.

6:49 am

Orange forces into the blue defences, a survival of the fittest colour to reign over the temporal skies.

Yellow protudes into the palette and now, the sky is marble white.

7:31 am

The sun is a big sphere of yellow juxtaposed with orange, like the sky has condensed all its colours into a definition.

We got down at the Borivali railway station and took an autorickshaw until the Gorai creek.

8:09 am

Reached the ticketing counter for the jetty that takes us across the Gorai creek to the Pagoda.

We waited for some time for everyone else to come and purchased the tickets. Rupees 50 per person for going to and fro the creek.

And our trip begins!

First, we walked amidst a beautiful view of the Gorai creek to board our jetty.

You can see the Pagoda at the far end

Pagoda from the jetty

Then, we got off the jetty and started walking onward to the Pagoda-Essel World Amusement Park Complex. Again, we were surrounded by a breathtaking view of the creek.

When you reach the complex, the path gets diverted. In order to go to the Pagoda, we took a left turn and continued walking.

There was a refreshing trail of flowers with different hues that accentuated the Golden Pagoda.

At the end of the trail, towards the entrance of the Pagoda complex, there were enchanting and pristine traditional dragon-like figures.

Then, we entered through the gate which had a beautiful design on the ceiling, climbing closer and closer towards the Pagoda.

On the ground level, there was a message regarding the Dhamma (Dharma) on both the sides.

(The Drum was gifted by Thailand)

(The Bell is a gift from Myanmar)

Then, we had breakfast in the cafeteria. Outside the cafeteria, there was a beautiful monolithic marble statue of Gautam Buddha, which was around 22ft.

Then, we climbed up to the second level, where the Global Vipassana Pagoda stands. The tour guide enlightened us about various interesting facts regarding the Pagoda.

Level 2

(The main Padoga is surrounded by other four little Pagoda)

We were not allowed to take pictures inside. We viewed the dome of the Pagoda from the visitors gallery. Lord Buddhas corporeal relics are enshrined above the Wheel of Dhamma on top of the first dome. There has been no cement used to hold the rocks of the Pagoda together. Nor there are pillars. The entire structure is made by artistic mastery. The artisans shaped the carefully selected stones in such a manner that they interlocked.

We also got to see an offspring of the sacred Bodhi tree.

A little history behind the sacred tree

The Tree

The fringes of the dome were flanked by beautiful pillars and golden ceilings.

The Gate No. 1 of the Pagoda had a beautiful door which consisted of panels from Myanmar.

The panels show Green Tara (female Buddha) in different mudras.

There were other smaller gates too:

View from level 2

The Ashoka Pillar

A statue of Saya Gyi U Ba Khin

Something about him:

The Mumbai structure (Pagoda) was built under the guidance of late Satya Narayan Goenka, popularly known as S N Goenka (January 30, 1924-September 29, 2013), a foremost guru of Vipassanā meditation. He was trained in Vipassana by Saya Gyi U Ba Khin of Burma, the principally known as a leading 20th century authority on Vipassana meditation and an influential leader of the Vipassana movement. Goenka and his wife, Elaichidevi, also a co-teacher of meditation, who is reverentially called Mataji, are credited with bringing Vipassana back in a big way in India.

Deccan Herald

After touring Level 2, we headed to Level 1 and meditated. We were all shown a video clip which spoke about the construction and importance of the Pagoda.

It is a very special place as in most other Stupas one can meditate around the structure and here one can meditate within.
Its traditional Burmese design is an expression of gratitude towards the country of Myanmar for preserving the practice of Vipassana. The shape of the pagoda is a copy of the Shwedagon Pagoda (Golden Pagoda) in Yangon, Myanmar. It was built combining ancient Indian and modern technology to enable it to last for a thousand years. (Wikipedia)

After that, we visited an Art Gallery where there were more than 120 huge paintings that highlighted the events in Lord Buddha’s life in a chronological order.

We had lunch in the cafeteria.

A glimpse of the cafeteria

We spent almost half a day in the tranquility of the Pagoda. Then, it was time to leave. The exit-side is also an architectural beauty to behold.

We also went to a souvenir shop that had some amazing statues, keychains, t-shirts and much more pertaining to Buddhism.

Time to take the jetty again!

The water level of the creek had risen.

So that was about my trip to the Global Vipassana Padoga.

It’s a really beautiful place that one should definitely visit.

For more facts about the Pagoda click on the links below :

Wikipedia

Special Features : Pagoda of Peace in Mumbai (Deccan Herald)

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Songs used :

We Go! (One Piece)

2 minutes of relaxing music (YouTube)

Spaced Out Buddha – 5 minute trance meditation (YouTube)

Kokoro no Chizu (One Piece)

We Are! (One Piece)

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Stingy Fangirl Art

On 28th October 2018, I started drawing a collage of some of my favourite One Piece Characters.

This was motivated by the fact that I needed a poster of the same, but they were too expensive. So I decided, why not just draw it myself?

Thus began my ‘Pirate Alliance Project’, because this drawing consists not only of the Mugiwara Pirates, but also Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Trafalgar D. Water Law and Eustass Kidd.

My progress from 28/10/18 to 5/1/19 :

Till 19/1/19 :

After this, I covered the drawing with transparent gelatin paper and taped a cardboard behind it. Passing a thread through the cardboard, I hung it on the wall.

What you see besides it is a glimpse of the Bushidō scroll (which I created a year back, again due to being stingy.) I’m not too good with drawing and colouring but I’m glad that these things gave me the opportunity to immerse in art and discover a new side to myself 🙂

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Nautical Musings

Writer’s block. I know it is something that we all who love writing detest. And no, it is not a poor ‘excuse’ for inability, rather a sabbatical to rendezvous with inspiration. I had been searching for words, I had been searching for ideas but just like a mocking hawk, they flew right over the top of my head.

I’ve always been acquainted with the sea by virtue of living in a coastal city. But I actually fell in love with the sea due to the anime One Piece. The adventures that they embark on, the friendship that they harbour, is all that gives my heart warmth. I search for them at the sea. The best feeling ever is sitting on the coastal promenade with headphones blaring One Piece music.

Being in an institution which is right by the sea, now I have the sea within my reach at anytime. I usually go along with classmates but I also enjoy solitude. Today, I had several free lectures unlike my colleagues which prompted me to go by myself. It was just a spontaneous decision with a tangible concern for not being able to write well lately.

A hoodie to fend off the cold weather and nice music to accompany.

I sat on the promenade, my eyes looking ahead at the unknown. The air of the seven seas hitting my face. I felt free. Like I have nowhere to go back to, no deadlines to report to. It is just me, and the sea. At that moment, I didn’t belong anywhere but the sea. Looking at the possibilities that the blue horizon could lead to.

Everyday, looking at people and cars smothers me. I feel like the world is a cramped place. But at that moment, the world was something more. A sphere of infinite adventures. Maps cannot trace dreams and horizons. The sea is so fluctuating. There is so much more to its every move. The sea has a purpose for which it always keeps on persevering. Yet it is not tied down by anything. The sea is alive. It can feel. If you love it, it loves you back.

I looked at my watch. More than an hour to go. I decided to walk till the end of the promenade. I felt adventurous. Like my bag carried some kind of compass. I kept walking, albeit cautiously, staring at my watch again and again to make it back on time for the lecture. As I walked ahead, I saw the sea change colour. Earlier, it was a darker shade of blue, now, it turned into a lighter hue. The gradations were perfectly demarcated. Such is the play of sunlight.

I saw seagulls soaring. They flew in flocks right overhead. Their pristine white feathers perfectly contrasted with the blue sea and subsequently the blue sky.

I sat there for some time, taking in their flight, contemplating whether I should go back or continue my journey. I looked at my watch again. One hour. I started walking again, determined to go until the end.

Amidst people on my right and exquisite buildings on my left, I directed my gaze only at the sea. Ignoring a call or two, I kept moving. Because at this moment, it was just me and the sea. A clandestine meet with only the seagulls as confidants.

I always believed that the promenade ends abruptly with a ‘do not go ahead’ sign. But when I reached there, I was surprised. There lied an extended platform, which harboured an exhilarating view of the sea from all the three sides. The positioning of the sun was picture perfect. I gave up looking at my watch and just lived in the moment. Took a picture or two.

I turned heels and started tracing my way back, a spring in my step. Sometimes being alone can take you to new places. As I neared my institution, I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes to go. I started making my way back to reality, eyes heavy with the fantastical lull of the sea. I learnt two things. One being that I underestimate my walking speed too much.

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Somehow, it strikes a chord. I believe ‘colors’ here does not imply physical associations like blue or black or orange. How can we even say that? The sea is free. It cannot be tied down by any associations. The ‘colors’ imply the spirit of the sea. The wild, spontaneous and liberal soul of the sea. The heart to never give up and embrace change. We rage and mellow just like the sea. Just like the end of the horizon, no one knows our future. The sea is mischievous. It mimics the whimsical hues of the sky whilst mocking the immobile beauty of the same. Just like the sea, with a little spunk and strong resolve, we keep moving ahead. We don’t know the whereabouts of the air we breathe in. The sea is indiscriminate. No one knows where the sea begins and ends. Just like so, our desires can’t be marked.

We all are connected to the sea. In our behaviour and desires. Our heartbeats too rise and fall like the waves. Every wave is different, so is every heartbeat. Cessation is stagnation and death.

The sea has existed eons before us and will keep on existing until the end of time. We are the protégés of the sea. It is upon us to borrow the best of it’s teachings and make the best of our time in the world.

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And then, I also realized that the sea is my muse.

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This is my first post of 2019, a personal experience along with a quote interpretation 🙂

Happy New Year!

Fear Of being Missed Out.

FOMO : Fear of Missing Out.

This is something that we’ve heard all along. Life is all about that plunge. If we cower in our shell and give excuses, we’re sacrificing memories to thrive on yada yada yada.

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But have you ever thought about the tide of time? What if we want to be remembered, but time covers up for our presence?

Imagine one of those objects which dents in when we poke it. As long as our finger applies pressure on it, the dent sustains. But once you pull back your finger, slowly but steadily, the dent rises and eventually, the object gains its original shape.

Life is just like that.

People are going to forget you if you don’t reinforce your presence. The culprit here being time. And sometimes, even if they do remember you, your essence has already been replaced by someone else.

You just exist.

Just like an idea. It’s there, the image. But there are no feelings to complement the image. Time slowly brings in a better substitute, pushing you into the backstreets.

There’ll always be someone better than you.

And then we’re relegated to the third person position. Looking forlornly at the person who now stands where once you were, probably in a better position, slowly sucking out the essence of your existence in the eyes of the concerned individuals.

What do we do?

I say, pay no mind. You might feel betrayed, lost, tired, lonely, but as long as you know who you are, others don’t matter. They never did. If someone cares enough to never forget you, essence and all, keep them. Rest of them, let it go.

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The above is just a little rant that I felt like writing. Do you have a similar experience? If you do, remember that it’ll be all be fine. It is difficult when people get into the niche that you worked hard to create. But don’t let people bring you down. You just need to go out there and carve a niche for yourself; just enough for you and only you to fit in.

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I’m planning to do a quote interpretation next, do suggest if you have any ideas!