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When 2016 Comes To Shove…

09 Saturday Jan 2016

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Sometimes, the road less travelled by ensures that you get lost, fracture a leg, break down and lose your sanity, amongst other things. Things get better as everything is momentary, nothing is permanent. What is water today might be ice tomorrow… It all depends on how long we want to wait it out and see what we make out of life’s obstacles and challenges. Learn to respect everyone around, be it a 5 year old child or a cow on the road. Your perception of the world doesn’t necessarily need to be anyone else’s and your right of opinion is just the same as anybody else’s. Be kind, as you never know whether your mere presence, your smile or your words could be the altering point in someone’s life. Don’t waste time being mean because that time could be spent in falling in love with a new song or a new book or a new concept. Eat what you want, when you want and how you want despite how you think you’ll look in those figure hugging jeans. It’s not worth giving up that yummy sinful looking piece of chocolate cake. Live everyday like it’s a special day because you never know when it’s going to be your last.

Write about Hitler if it makes you happy, do a nude sketch of someone if that’s your thing, travel to unknown places if you want to, click selfies to cherish every moment if you’re scared you’ll forget it… just stop worrying about anybody else. You are you and you have every right to be YOU!

Don’t try and be somebody else because there is nobody as unique as YOU! Wear clothes which you’re comfortable in, do things you want to do and most importantly… learn to say NO.

Tell your friends and family how much you love them every chance you get because they deserve to know how much they mean to you. Finally, love with no conditions because you’d rather have loved with a whole heart and lost than not loved at all.

A new year asks for new beginnings and here’s mine to being the childish, immature, spontaneous, gluttonous and silly ME!

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Let Your Light Shine

24 Monday Feb 2014

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Anjali Mariam Paul copyrights, Beautiful, Hotel Lebua, INDIA, INSPIRATION, Jaipur, Life, Light, Love, Photography, Photography lovers, Querencia, Quotes, Shadow, Shine

Image“She stood there mesmerized by the light streaming through the wall; it was beauty magnified right there. I wondered whether I would ever build something as ingenious as this space. I still wonder. It was just light but the way it danced on the floor made me come alive. Such magnificent light tucked away in the middle of nowhere waiting to be discovered and it made me smile. There is that light in each of us, if only we would let it shine.” – Me

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Barbers

08 Sunday Dec 2013

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Amateur, Anjali Mariam Paul copyrights, Barbers, Beautiful, Black and White, Blog, Fun photography, INDIA, Jaipur, Journal, Life, Love, Misguided Wayfarer, Photo Journal, Photography, Photos, Stories, Travel Journal

I’ve got this obsession with barbers and I intend to document them all by updating these pictures as and when I click them. Keep your eyes peeled! This was my first set of photos from Khartarpura, Jaipur. I should remember to spend some time with these barbers and listen to their stories the next time. That will do for an interesting post, I think. (Note to self!)

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Thirst

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

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Alwar, Anjali Mariam Paul copyrights, Black and White, Canon 600D, Drinking, Hand pump, Indauk, Indian, Indian faces, Inspirational, Life, Photo, Photography, Portraits, Street Photography, Thirst, Water

ImagePicture copyrights : Anjali Mariam Paul

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Beautiful People

15 Friday Nov 2013

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“Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere I go; everywhere that I’ve been,
The only thing I see is beautiful people.” – Chris Brown

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I was teaching my kids the meaning of the word ‘beautiful’ in class and I overlooked the fact that it was all girls class, hence I forgot to mention that men is to handsome like women is to beautiful. This led to them calling one of the international male interns, beautiful. When he related what had happened, we laughed at how funny it was that he was called beautiful. Now, come to think of it and relating it to the song, she seemed to have gotten it right after all.

Every day at school is an eye-opener 🙂 They’re always teaching me more than I’ll ever get to teach them. Kudos to these kids!!

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An Interview with Anjali Paul (me)

04 Monday Nov 2013

Posted by Misguided Wayfarer in Rantings, Story Telling

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ADD, Anjali Mariam Paul copyrights, ARCHITECT, Blog, Bloggers, Career, Goals, INDIA, Inspirational, Instagram, Interesting, Interview, Jaipur, Journal, Life, Marilyn Monroe, Multi-talented, Photography, Teacher, Travel, Wordpress, Writing

“What is your true calling?!”

This is a question which used to haunt me whenever I got a moment to myself to ask whether I was truly happy with what I was doing. I don’t think I was patient enough to come up with a solution and hence had to find out the hard way, falling down and picking up the pieces, never once looking back at everything that was left behind.

“I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.” – Marilyn Monroe

I’m 26 years old (I like mentioning my age as I think it’ll finally hit me one day as to how old I really am) and I don’t think I’ve figured out the answer to this question. I’m an Architect by profession, worked 2 years as an architect and then finally decided to leave it all behind me and do something different, which I hadn’t explored. I joined an NGO in Jaipur, where I got the opportunity to write and a few months later, was promoted to an Associate Senior Fellow in English where I teach children and train teachers; at the same time figuring out the flaws in the system of teaching English to children and devising new methods of doing the same. Is this what I wanted to do? I doubt it. Do I love what I do? YES!

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I look at faces when I tell them that I’m an Architect and I look at those same faces once I tell them I’ve made a career shift and am currently working as a teacher now in an NGO. They go from awe to disbelief and disappointment in less than a few seconds and it makes me strangely confident the minute I know that people don’t approve of what I do. (the rebel in me is always looking for that moment to revel in) Nobody understands how it feels until they’ve tried it out themselves but they’re always so quick to judge. I also know that all it takes to make their knees wobbly is asking them this one question, “Are you happy with the line of work you are in?” I don’t ask them because I realize that breaking their bubble is an act of intrusion and sometimes, it’s simpler having people living in bubbles than outside it.

I played basketball for my university when I was in college and was the captain of my college team 4 years running and didn’t deserve to win any of the matches that we did. I sang vocals for a few bands and made a lot of friends/ stalkers in the process. I was part of an NGO called Spic Macay where I met some of the greatest Indian artists from all over the country and had interesting conversations with most of them over a nice meal or in a cab, accompanying them to the concert hall. In the process, I also ended up finding a whole bunch of crazies who were all volunteers like me; buddies for life (I didn’t know that then, now did I?) and last but not the least… the boy who I fell for and whom I’ve shared a hate/love relationship ever since. Do I regret my years in college? No. Will I wear torn jeans and sit on pavements and get told off by professors for being a vagabond? Hell yeah!

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Me with a prosthetic tummy which cost more than the making of the movie itself

In the last few days of my career as an Architect, I also managed to do back-up vocals for an upcoming vocalist and act in a movie/documentary on commercial surrogacy.

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With the Director – Shayar Gandhi

 I blogged about a lot of issues which might or might not have made a difference to people; have had one of them turned into a small film; am a guest blogger at a few sites and I still continue to blabber about things I probably have no inkling of. I love travelling, sketching and clicking photographs. I love making friends and can speak Hindi, Gujarati, Tamil, Malayalam and English as well 2 introductory lines of Japanese. I’m in the process of learning French. Do I know what my life will be like a year from now? No. Am I okay with that? Yes. Do I detest people who are getting engaged, married and having babies? Uhmmm… my hormones get the better of me sometimes and I find myself yearning for what they have. Am I a horrible person for doing so? I think I am.

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My latest acquisition – Canon 600D

Do I earn enough money to live independently? Yes. Do my parents believe that? No. Do I have months when I have very little money to live on because I overspent on useless things? Of course, yes. I’m a shopaholic and during sale time, I tend to lose all sense of logic and rationality.

Do I have a support system? Yes. I know that when my bubble breaks and I come back to the reality that hits us all one day… We are just one in a million… These faces will put me back on track.

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My brothers.

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‘The Sherlock Era’ girls

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My House Buddies

Am I a mature and responsible adult? No. I wanted to make a mean cocktail and ended up with Sprite being splattered all over the kitchen after a disastrous encounter with the mixie. I get pissed drunk at pubs and have the audacity to tell an auto guy off for charging me Rs. 150 and I say that I will give him nothing more than Rs. 200!!

I’m a 10 year old in a 26 year old’s chappals. Do I have it in me to grow up and be a godmother/ fiance/ wife/ daughter-in-law/ sister-in-law/ mother?!!

Ehmm… I highly doubt it. Am I okay with that? Yes.

Are you okay with that?! 

This somehow ended up being a snapshot through the past few years and it makes me feel a little better, knowing that if I die right at this very moment… it will be knowing that I wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.

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Today

13 Sunday Oct 2013

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Anjali Mariam Paul copyrights, Beauty, Blog, Groucho Marx, INDIA, INSPIRATION, Jaipur, Journal, Life, Love, Misguided Wayfarer, Nahargarh Fort, Photo, Photography, Quotes, Serenity, The day that was, Today, Writing

Image“I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.” ― Groucho Marx

Picture courtesy: Me (Nahargarh Fort, Jaipur)

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Sibling Love

04 Friday Oct 2013

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“Your siblings are the only people in the world who know what it’s like to have been brought up the way you were.” – Betsy Cohen

I happened to witness this particular incident at school and it made me realize how blessed we are to have siblings, not really understanding the true meaning of that relationship.

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Photo by Indrajit Dutta – http://www.doubledeclic.com/activites/ISO/iso2011/Albums/M/slides/672%20-%20sibling%20love%20-%20INDRAJIT%20DUTTA%20INDRAJIT%20-%20india.jpg

 Four kids were caught in a fight and they were two pairs of siblings. Nina is 7 years old and Lalita is 8 years old. They are siblings and come from an underprivileged home in the outskirts of Jaipur. Kanan who is 8 and Kavita who is 7 are siblings and hail from a humble urban poor sector which is also in the outskirts of Jaipur. All of their names have been changed as they are my students and I don’t want them to know that I use their fights as material for me to blog. (Yes, I know that I’m doing just that!) I walked into class one afternoon to see these four kids standing in their seats and crying. I mean, these kids are ruffians and have mouths which need to be washed out with soap but four of them crying does tend to make your heart melt, don’t you think? So, there I was in a class where the rest of the kids are silently watching my co-teacher kindly talk to these four kids. Nina was running down the corridor or something and by mistake, pushed Kavita down. Kavita got a little bump in the process and started bawling which ended by complaining to her elder brother Kanan. Kanan, my class mafia head, filled with rage, scouted her out and slapped her five-six times across the face. Nina starts bawling, of course from the pain and the shock and draws the attention of her little sister, Lalita who decides that she needs to even the score with Kanan. She ran up to him and jumped on him and hit him hard enough to make him cry. As much as I wanted to scold them for being naughty little brats, I started tearing up at the thought of siblings who were ready to fight with older boys just to take revenge. Yes, I was sort of proud of these kids as much as I didn’t want to admit it.

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As I deal with kids on an everyday basis, I realize after every passing day that sibling love is something which just cannot be explained. Four siblings who come from an abusive home and make you believe that they hate each other, but the same siblings who come to school along with her elder sister when they has a holiday as she needs to give a test and is too weak to travel on her own. A sibling who is upset and distracted all day because the doctor said that her sister is suffering from a serious case of Dengue. A brother who drags his little brother and sister to an extra hour of class at the end of the day just so that they can learn and get ahead in class.

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Photo by Talukdar Lopamudra 

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You can say that friends have probably replaced your siblings over the years but honestly, you were born with these friends. You needn’t have gone looking anywhere. They were right there, pulling your hair, calling you hairy, punching you, telling on you, not giving the right signal and getting you into trouble, bullying you, hating you, being embarrassed of you, belittling you, making fun of you, yelling at you, hurting you and trying to tell you… “I love you…” through it all. If only we’d noticed then. We spent all that time, trying to hate each other and compete with each other that we honestly forgot that no matter how much we loathed each other, we were always going to be SIBLINGS.

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“I who have no sisters or brothers look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.” – James Boswell

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Angelic Devils

23 Monday Sep 2013

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There I went Armed with my Canon 600D, to the pre-school in order to catch some camera shy children. The end result was this post and these photos. My babies. My adorable little ruffians who make my lesson plans dysfunctional. The same kids who make me bring out my maternal side when they run and hug me for no reason and the same kids who make me want to never have kids; when 5 kids decided that I was a chair and jumped on me until I had pulled more muscles than I ever thought I could in less than a minute.

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Don’t let their poses fool you. There is a reason that teachers are always skinny at Bodh. Do the Math.

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 Monu wants to teach English when he grows older. You can see why he’s my favourite. 🙂

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I was on sick leave for 3 days and guess who decided to give me a call saying, “Aajao Didi”?! Sigh. These are the perks of being a teacher. Unconditional love!!

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This one holds my little finger and doesn’t let go until I sit with him on the bus. 

I love being the one who breaks up a fight and absolutely love being the cause of a fight when the kids fight over who gets to sit next to me on the bus. It’s strange how kids find the child in you and make you love yourself for so many things you never thought you would. I’ve always thought of myself as a misfit when it came to family and friends; then suddenly, a family of little angelic devils… I fit right in. 🙂

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To Children I Give My Heart

05 Thursday Sep 2013

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These little angels are my naughty ruffians in school without whom my life would seem incomplete and almost mundane

Do you know the feeling of being responsible for someone else, when you’re constantly wondering about a child putting poisonous things in her mouth, a brother and sister going back to an abusive home, a child who doesn’t talk, a boy who doesn’t walk, two girls who can’t write and more boys who pick a fight… ?! If you do and you’re a mother or a father, a teacher or a mentor, today is a tribute to you.

Happy Teachers Day!! 

Picture courtesy: Me with my new Canon 600D 

 

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