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A Walk in the Streets of Ajmer, India

Ajmer is a city in the state of Rajasthan, India and is being surrounded by the Aravalli Mountains. It is the pilgrimage centre for the shrine of the Sufi Saint Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti. This video shows a walk-through across Ajmer, which is also known for its sweet "Sohan Halwa" amongst other sweets rich in taste.

You can reach Ajmer by bus from Jaipur- it is a two and half hour drive, and after spending a day out; leave for Pushkar by bus, which has the only Brahma Temple in the world. It is a favourite amongst tourists, having many ghats and a river. The Annual Camel Festival takes place in the month of February in Pushkar.

I wonder why?

Life, in a few words would be like “a storm, cool breeze and a picture of a person sitting with eyes settling at the sky above.” There is not much to say, but a lot to hear and feel. It would be like listening to the composure of the winds, watching the beauty of the landscape and believing in the never ending adventure that lays in front of that person. ‘Silence’, is appreciated. ‘Smile’ is always reciprocated. ‘Love’ has its own fine language of purity. Deep thoughts pop-up, realizations meet you, many roads appear to you, yet you wait for the right calling. You connect with the calmness of the lanes, the play with the animals, the deep talks with fellow wanderers. You are ‘who you are’, a unique identity, trying to make some meaning out of this so called ‘life’. The one which has no beginning or end, it is a long journey, about which you never contemplate when it all started or shall end. No, I am not talking about the time you were born, but simply when the realization started …

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Using Art to Raise one’s Voice!

Art is an expression of one's inner thoughts and one's sense of understanding the surroundings. Keeping that in consideration, we can see the evolution of an art project, with a grave meaning attached to it. The two photographs in the display reflect the story behind the Finnish indigenous Sami people, on how the Finnish government took away their self-determination.  It was done by accepting 93 Finnish people to be Sami even though the Sami governing body denied it. This takes away the rights of these people, hence, leaving them with no voice! These photographs are in protest of the government's oppression.  In photograph: Birit Roosa (@paadaron Instagram) Photographer: (@nikolaitonon Instagram)
At Artist Address, we appreciate the voice raised by the artists for their rights! Story contributed by: @paadar

World from a Different Eye!

It feels good to not be rebellious to the ones who are close to you. For a moment agreeing to what they think is the best for us. As for a greater time, there has been insistence of what you always thought was the best for you; contrary to their understanding of you and the world. It is good to accept things, to be little less of emotional slave, to be willing to strive while paddling more and more towards what you think would turn out to be a good decision in the long run. 
There is nothing much left than a heart which is just silent, and not chattering, fighting anymore. Life is a lesson taught at every step, newer goals are put into place, and newer realisations seep their imprints in this life. Not to complain anymore, not to feel guilty anymore but be at peace finally!
Not about failing at something, but gaining a lot in finding the smiles of the close ones. That’s all you have to do, eventually! While being determined for what the next step in life would be, with a heavy heart you…

A Memory of That Night

That night when her eyes bade me goodbye,
unknowing of the fact when we would meet next,
all I could savour was her belief in love.  After all that I did to break her apart, someone else had come in her life to tell her, that love didn’t fail every single time.
This time it was him, standing next to her, giving me the faith that yes,  she had found her right man, and I was satisfied, and thanked the Lord, for giving her the love that she always deserved, not from me,
but the right man!
Gagandeep Singh Vaid 

"all you love is not a dream."

"All you dream is not love,
and all you love is not a dream." (in reference to this poem)

I would like to explain my thoughts behind these lines.

While I am explaining these lines, at the same time I am asking the question from the reader regarding what is love?

In the context of the given stanza, what you dream about is not love! This lines emphasises upon the importance of a person's physical being. In your thoughts merely, you cannot find love. Love has to be an acceptance that you live with that person in the reality. Being lost in wonderment won't mean love, according to this line.

In the same manner, "all you love is not a dream."
As the first line says, so does the second one. 
If the person whom you love is there standing next to you, then love is the reality and no longer a dream. 

So concluding the lines what I understand is, that lovers are those who live in reality with acceptance for each other. …

let go of 'love'

Artist Address
i don't know what love is,
but i see it in your face!
the special feeling,
the moment you are around;
it might be infatuation,
but what can i do about it?

staying silent because,
it might break the bond-
of friendship we carry,
i let the winds be,
touching me and moving past.

as someone would have said,
all you dream is not love,
and all you love,
is not a dream.

so let it be,
the way you are.
because that is how,
you are at peace.

while a bond remains strong,
friendship doesn't fade.
with times your emotions-
would understand,
how beautiful life is-
to let go,
of what you thought is love.

gagandeep singh vaid

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A Walk With You!

"You are a writer. What would you write for me?" She asked.
"And, why would I write for you?" I questioned. She stood struck and surprised as what I asked. I moved by, leaving the girl standing behind. I would never write for anyone unless I really wanted to. For business, it could be a different thing: but personally, it was all different. 
In the later days, I met many people. Some questioned me about my identity while some didn't really care about who I was. The second category of the people simply talked, and I was comfortable dealing with them. The moment when you are in a sense of freedom and no one intervenes your zone, that is indeed a special feeling. 
"Writers need to breathe!" I said to myself and kept my eyes engrossed at the clock's tic-tic. I loved to hear the sound the clock made. I liked seeing my life so much defined. Every moment of that peaceful hour was getting identified. It felt as if my soul could kiss every particle of the wind…

Thoughts on myself, a learner

I could never wear the mask of what I wasn't. Whatever I was, I was the most happy in being that!

I would definitely try to be a better person, when it comes to organising, managing my tasks. I love to exercise to get my physique in shape, I love to spend time with the kids whom I teach on weekends sometimes. I feel that the pressure at work of the whole week gets dissolved when those little kids smile back at me. I feel a small walk while the sun is up, gives me the greatest peace. To find my grandmother waiting for me everyday, gives me reason enough to consider myself the luckiest!

There are small joys that make me human, and act humanly. Otherwise, I might have been a negative person, someone not understanding the meaning of myself, my life. I wish to reach heights, but with this journey, that I can call mine. 

I don't want to cheat on someone. While at work, I want to be smart. I am learning, that makes me happy enough!


never take away

Stars twinkle, so do your eyes.
My heart considers you dearly,
dear love of my life.
We move different paths,
share stories of melancholy and warmth.
You call me a solo traveler,
while I call you my dream love.
While not staying in touch,
I can feel your presence around me.
While not sharing your touch,
I can feel complete.
On learning that our dispositions are different,
You walk miles, 
without letting me know even once,
and I sit thinking we formed a great couple.
While you leave today,
still I am here considering you my lover!
Because what heart could match,
neither you nor I could ever take away.


August Written Works

There are those times in life when you can't say but only feel. This is one such situation. The point is that I am thinking too much but then what can I do? When it's the fault in my stars!

Removing the covers of madness from her face, she felt the cold breeze making its space in the deepest corner of her heart. To the world she was a comedian but this comedian needed the moments of peaceful embrace too. She liked silence, away from the showbiz, those cheers and buzz of the crowd that greeted her every time.  This was the time when she was her true self, the one which she only knew. --
"It is difficult mom," said a 10 year old boy.
"That’s why you need to win it,” answered the mother. “But it needs hard work mom.”
“And you will do it.” As the mother said these lines the boy’s confidence reached the seventh sky.
Years later he was on the television winning for his Nation at a global sporting event.  He could thank his supporters, friends, relatives but the push he had re…

Mornings and Nights!

I like it when your eyes keep their firm gaze at me. I know you see in me the inspiration that I see in you, I know we are happy in each other’s company. But then we stop expressing the ingenuity of the feelings we have for each other. You don’t reply to my letters, just the manner I don’t respond to the letters which many school boys and girls send me, telling me that they liked my last novel. I think I deserve it for being so rude and singing so highly of my talent. But you know what, I don’t care whether they still like me or start disliking me. I never wrote to make them please, if all I wanted anything, then it was to earn the tag of a writer. I wanted to tell you that I was good for something in this life of mine. You know why? Because I care for you, I don’t like this nature of mine, but I cannot stop myself from liking you.
I thought you would be proud of me too, the way you sing praises of people who inspire you.. here I don’t want you to sing praises of me, but just to know t…

I don't write to gain sympathy!

Writing for money, writing for causes you support, writing two-three lines to make yourself happy, where has the writer who wrote senseless articles gone? The long narrative posts saying anything and everything, where have they gone? The countless comma's, the without proof-read articles and stories, where have they gone? 

You miss those writings of yours? Do you?

What is more important for any person; his passion or sustenance? 
You can't drive your passion without firm ground where you stand!
For what if the world drifts beneath your feet and you drown.. what would passion do in this case?

Here I don't want to prove myself right or myself wrong, I just want to be myself for once. 

More than any writer or someone who pretends to be one- I am a human being. I am someone who even if he doesn't know how to write has a life. Yes life. Life as comes with the winds that pass, life that feels broken apart, only to be stronger the next moment. 

Life that I live in those scars on the…

Definitions of love~

It had been a warm day, not that it was about the summer season alone; but also because I had a pleasant day since morning. The last day at a work-assignment is always meant to be special, starting from the nostalgia that strikes—to saying the final byes to other fellows at work, it can be sentimental too, for some. 
"Would you come again sometime?” She asked me with curious eyes. “Yes, of course. I will come to see you all, one day again.” I had said, changing the emphasis from her, to everyone in the workplace.  “Nice!” Saying this, she got lost in her cabin; knowing that I had been lying.
At last both of us were free. Free from letting love hurt us anymore, we would be free birds in the coming days. No longer waiting for each other at the train station, and going for lunch together. I had told her, that you will find another friend who could be as good as me, or better; but she always said, that the spaces created by me would always remain empty. 
This was just against the idea of …

*Acceptance and Solace*

Two friends were listening and singing songs at high volume, from the English Rock to Jazz, the songs buzzed all throughout the afternoon at their place. Through this time, two woodcutters were silently working in the veranda as renovation was going on. One of them started music on his mobile phone, a song in one of the Indian regional languages. 

One of the two friends came out to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator and crossed the veranda, and could hear the song played by the woodcutters. As a reaction he screamed at the top of his voice, “Stop it now!” with a stern look appareled on his face. The song stopped playing, and he got back to his room, narrating the incident to his other friend. On hearing this the other friend stopped the music in their room as well. “Play it, what happened?”, asked the friend in confusion. “How does it feel?”, was the reply! The atmosphere went numb. 
Both of them left the room to catch the sight of the woodcutters. They were young men, working th…

"Actions and Realities, How Close Are They?" Chavi Kala writes!

People say that you need him to live on. They say you are nothing without him and he is anything but incomplete without you and this is the irony dear world: We tend to give a large chunk of ourselves to a person who is anything but constant.
We are left with a little part of ourselves to move on if that person leaves just like others do and then we mockingly try to brush away this self guilt of giving a part of ourselves to others by saying the very famous"change is the only constant" , things change, times change, people change and here people like me are there handling this shit of changes as if its just a mere day to day chore for others. Well, I tooo want to get rid of this thing as soon as possible so that I can strive for something better but then my emotional quotient is not as same as yours. So what am I supposed to do? Cry on? I could have done this had the world been less critical of this act as a mere attention seeker and had this world respected feelings of peopl…

Snippets of the Mind (28/04/16)

14. The father waited for his son to come and sit next to him, so they could interact about life ahead of him; the son a great achiever didn't have time for his father, since he was busy updating his bio on facebook, to tell his friends what he was doing. His virtual friends congratulated him, and he spent time in thanking them for days; only to take away that moment of glitter and the proud feeling from his father, on his son's achievement. A relation was at one place built with the world, whereas a relation that should have meant the world stood secondary to the son. "The times have changed, or have we changed them for ourselves?" Something to wonder and think about for oneself, isn't it?

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Snippets of the Mind! 16/04/2016

13. Facing Troubles to Breathe Easy!

Every day is a new date with struggle. Every afternoon, every evening, every night—one word, struggle, struggle, struggle. This is what penetrates, this is what remains; struggle is in every lane. 

By writing about it what do I want to show? That I am afraid, or am I not able to cope up with the times or simply, is my way of working incorrect that I am trying to pace up things, and am not able to do what I am trying to, or that it is taking time? What is it that prompts me use this sort of speech in this very writeup? 

I have asked many questions and think that it is the time to answer them for me, for no one can do it better for me than me, myself. I write it because I find peace writing about it. It is not only to add another blogpost to my blog, it is also to add one experience that I am living at the moment. For I believe in writing things because they would make me happier to read days later, when I am well off in one way or the other. I am scare…

FAN- The film! Commentary~ 15/04/2016

"Connection bhi na badi kamaal ki cheejh hai..," this dialogue captures you in its vibrance and vivacity. It is indeed true that it is connection only that makes you go back to watch the film of your favourite actor, the Baadshah of Bollywood. The film is moreover based on a fan of the superstar, enacted by him only. 

"Jabra Fan", the song which hit the blockbusters prepared the fans to eye towards the releasing date and finally the date is here. "A date with your star", would not be wrong to call this day. After looking at the fan following of Shahrukh Khan, it can be understood that the release date of the film actually means a lot to his diehard fans. When I use the word "diehard" for his fans, I mean it in a way that these fans have stood by him through thick and thin. Whether his films hit the blockbuster figures to a high or didn't win many hearts, his fans were always there as his greatest support system. Although it came as a surprise…

Snippets of the Mind! 14/4/16


Many sides within of you lie unknown to the world. As much as you hide yourself, that something unknown that lies in your heart pinches you a little, and a little more. You feel combustion in your heart, your mind begins to boil like iron—then finally you say it all. Now you are free, you are calm, once you have let it all out, that you have released finally what otherwise created problems for you. 

In saying the truth maybe you shall lose some people you thought would always understand you, but you came out honestly at last. You said all that lied in your heart, you are free as wind is with no strings attached. The people who were to stay, are still there while others have left behind or their own ways. 

You are smiling now, knowing that you can be who you are with your people and that there is nothing to worry; you are home with yourself, and yes your people who understand you, would never leave your side. They shall guide you, and never let you become who you are not. Remain you, …

Snippets of the Mind! 13/04/16

11. Being there, not being there, you are still there. All lies in your mind, what you want to see, that you see. ‪#‎presence‬‪#‎artistaddress‬

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Snippets of the Mind!—(07/04/2016)

10. (Meeting Yourself)

"Those eyes looked up at me once, those eyes no longer look up at me now. Those eyes are experienced now."

Life comes to all of us in different volumes. We are never so easy to be read, we are deep or at least I am deep. Some people would be straight forward in their interaction with others but I do feel that even they would be lost in their understanding of life. I am sure even they would be left to ponder over who they really are and what defines their identities. For as much as they try to be clear, they face the reality of the world which isn't always familiar to their conscience. They are not the God's that they can predict the world or their destinies, they have to live up life, and write their own stories.

Hard work is required, struggle is required and the willingness to accept and work the challenges is very much required, to knit our stories. 
"To be who you dream to be, you have to knit your world that shall take you to your dream.