Design & I (Experiencing Design My Way.....)

Apologies for not being in contact or posting as frequent as I was used to. But no worries though because I am free for a while now and hope to pop in occasionally from now on. Nevertheless, I thought of having a series of posts that would help my learning as well as my readers regarding designs, specially focusing on Interiors. As a young designer student, I found peace through my work and my studies and I'm looking forward to share those ideas and concepts with you. Here's my story to you..... ( Apologies ahead if it sounds too boring or waste)

What is DESIGN?

I must say, this is totally my idea so please do not take this a definition. In many people's point of view, design doesn't have a specific definition for design is like art. For me, design is a totally unique way of expressing oneself that is neither perfect nor imperfect. Design is both science and creativity. Every person born to this world is a designer in one way or another. Some identify it through their passion, work, family or even through oneself. I found it through my passion for creating things like greeting cards, costumes & flower arrangements. Design is basically how you see yourself, how you want others to see yourself....

Power +ve....

I'm often told that I think too much of the things that happen around me. Sometimes, I feel like I deserve every badness I've faced and I let myself down thinking that I'm a waste of space. Whether it's my exam results or my inability to make a good pizza I started worrying over every little thing I do wrong in my life. I had enough of people telling me that I need to do this and that but none of them really saw what I wanted to become, what abilities I have and what I want my life to be like. Slowly and irreversibly I started hating each and everyone around me including my parents. Though they meant only good for me, their good became something compared to hell for me. They wanted me to become their pet while I wanted to be the stray basset hound roaming free everywhere. I was told not to go out with boys because they expect nothing less but to corrupt me. When I was sixteen years, I had this phobia kind of a thing whenever I stand next to a boy. I go sweating and shaking and very near to faint. My parents didn't know about this because they were too busy shaping up their own and my life to suit the social standards. When young girls of my age were free, I was in a prison inside my own head. They sought love while I ran away from it. 

There were times when I thought of committing suicide because I felt so down. I kept getting lower and lower marks for my tests. I wished away myself because I was not beautiful. I envied my class mates who had satin like skins and perfect faces without pimples. Why do bad things always happen to me? 

I was the most miserable person in the whole school. People called me "miserable Miley" behind my back. My friends kept their distance with me, not wanting to get infected with my miserableness. I was the loneliest among thousands, the silent moaner in a noisy classroom and the sad face in a bunch of happy ones. I was used to being treated like a scum bag. I hardly passed my tests. My parents lost their hopes on me and they gave up on me, treating me with no higher than a servant. They never actually spent time to talk with me and most of the time I had dinner alone because they were busy with their business meetings and dinner parties. 

I was glad that I was finally getting to say good bye to my dreadful high school. I had enough of it. After two weeks since our last year started, I saw a new face next to my locker. Black hair, tall figure, slim body, a  unique  pleasant smell that was definitely not a perfume and two amazingly beautiful brown eyes were standing next to me. He turned to face me and he had the most amazing smile I've ever seen. "Hi!" he said and the next thing I knew was that I woke up in sick bay. 

Post Valentine Note 1

I'm sure all of you celebrated the wonderful Valentine's Day with lots of love with your loved ones. But at the same time I saw some of the people not even taking a notice of it. In my idea, may be few of them wanted to forget their miserable past winded with this specific day. From starting today onwards, this series of Post Valentine Notes is dedicated to those have bitter memories from their past. What we must understand is that love is beautiful but you have to handle it with care. It slowly grows into a relationship with time and you have to compromise and practice give more than gain in it. Love is trusting some other person more than you trust yourself. So obviously it is fragile yet with great care, you learn to value it more and more with time.

Quest Of Nostalgia... Chapter 2

When I was 6, my father told me a story that was supposed to be a legend at his time. He wanted me to believe it so badly.
Once there lived a young boy named Ross who was the son of the Head of village near the forest. There were many horses reared by the villagers. Farmers captured some from the wild and tamed them. One day Ross and his friends went into the forbidden forest and lost their way back home. Ross found out a cave hidden behind the large bushes somewhere in the middle of the forest. They went in looking for help and shelter. They spent the night there and when they woke up in the morning, they were back at the entrance to the forest. Startled by incident they returned home with shock. Ross told his father who sent searching parties into the woods and found nothing, not even the cave hidden behind the bushes. Soon the story was forgotten by the villagers but Ross kept saying that every night he seemed to have visions of colourful lights like stars and flames of fire. His father could not say this to anyone for he himself thought Ross was an idiot.

Time flew so fast that Ross was a man now. His father was a good ruler but weak. With the knowledge that Ross's father was weak and Ross was not fit enough to take over his father's duties, heads of near by villages staged war against them. Ross's father heard the news and fell sick with pain. Villagers thought Ross was not ready but he was a talented and an intelligent fellow but he was lacking faith and confidence in himself. He thought he was an idiot and a shame to the whole family. Unable to bear the whispers of his incapability behind the back, Ross ran away from home to the forest.

Quest Of Nostalgia... Chapter 1

"Two scoops of Choco mint ice cream with chocolate sauce please"
Cyndi ordered her favorite at Ben & Jerry's. It was the only place she knew in the town by far for it has been only 5 days since her arrival at her uncle Sam's in Highlands. She hated the fact that every summer she was due to spend it away from home because Joanne; her mother has to devote herself for the researches she's been carrying on. That's how life is if you have a determined and dedicated scientist with the prospect of saving the world for a mother. Life was already a chapter of misery and Cyndi missed her bestie Katie back at home and above all a deep wound within her heart was still not fully recovered. It is a very hard thing to restart your life after falling from the top stair of happiness. For Cyndi, her happiness was with her father who was her mentor, friend and above all her trainer who accidentally left this world taking all the happiness with him.
If it was 5 years ago, Cyndi would love to be here but now Uncle Sam's is a modern version of hell for her. She spent most of the time inside her room writing in her journal or reading books or sometimes just staring at the mountains and forest beside the house listening to the sound of horses in the backyard. Uncle Sam has two horses named Lola and Clip. Cyndi won't go near them because they reminded her so much of her father and the times they used to spend together. Cyndi was trained for horseback riding since she was 7 by her father who loved horses very much. Living in New York and rearing animals was not possible so they used to visit Uncle Sam once in a fortnight. Cyndi was taught to love animals, to treat them as brothers and sisters, care for them at all times but now she hardly tried to look at them even.

A Page From Ann's Diary.....

Dear Diary, 

I thought today was going to be just another boring day for me as usual. With all the work from the office, screaming of my boss and other chores at home plus loads of love from John; the thing that makes me want to live. I can't believe it's been 2 years for our marriage and we are happy as newly weds. Okay enough about that. But today must be one of the most unforgettable days in my life. You know what? It is true that most interesting things in our life happens suddenly when we least expect them.

John drove me as usual to the office. I kissed him good bye and went into the office. I remember every brick and step on my way, every shop, every tree, every lamp post that I pass for I have been doing this for 5 years now. But today it was a bit different. There was a man dressed carelessly sitting on the pavement with a very dirty looking flute in his hand. He looked like a begger but how on earth he came here I do not know. He had less teeth, his hair was not combed for ages I suppose. Still, he some how managed to fit into the picture. I don't know or it may have been my imagination, he slightly smiled at me. Well I ignored him and then went into the office to find my pile of work waiting to be done. 

A Letter To Daddy......

Dear Daddy, 

Where to begin??? It seems only yesterday that you took me into your arms and cuddled me when I was crying in hospital. Though I don't remember anything I know you must have been really upset and really happy that day because mom left you alone giving birth to me. You never complained and you took me with a smile. You fed me, put up with my crying, you let me sleep sound at your sleepless nights. You never thought of me as a trouble. Your problems were gone with my smile. You never complained...

It was my first day at kindergarten and you were in a hurry to go to work. I felt strange with so many kids and their parents and teachers. But you knelt before me and said "Never let the fear of something take over you". I was a kid but he knew I understood it. It was hard to find money for school and you had to do overtime. No one was there to take care of me and all the burdens were on your shoulders. Yet you never complained. I know you had the chance to consider another marriage but you never did because you never wanted me to be a Cinderella. Who knows whether there will be a prince Charming for me to come and rescue me??? 

You gave up all your comforts to make me comfortable, you never tried even once to treat yourself better thinking of my happiness. Yet you never complained. 

Because I believe…….

I always thought that anything is possible if you believe. It often confuses us with the part where it all comes down to our fate and matters of god. But it is time that we start believing not in what we are taught to believe but in our experiences and in ourselves. I believe we are weak from inside until we realize we have the power to change things and our mind is the most powerful weapon we have and our heart is our shield that protects us from the worst.

“My name is Natasha Rockwood, 21 years old and I’m a survivor of Tsunami that hit many countries causing my parents’ death along with my brother….” that may be the hardest day in my life and it was already brutal enough to suffer from seeing it happening. But I had to, for it may be the last chance for me to do something for people like me, people who suffer and people who want to fight back. I started recalling my painful past and continued without a single tear in my eyes. “Eric and I were still young when our parents moved in to Sri Lanka. They were the happiest couple I’ve seen in my life and without even a single complaint we came here. My mom was a researcher and she was thrilled to support as the assistant head researcher for the project my dad was conducting. It was named project Ceylon fortress and all I knew was that they had to research about all the fortresses built in Sri Lanka. Anyways Eric and I were attending school here and we had to make new friends so we didn’t go bothering them .