Get to Know Me Tag

I saw this tag at Rae’s blog and I decided to do it but I never got around posting this. So here it is.

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Vital Stats

  • Name: Vrushali
  • Birthday: 21st July
  • Star Sign: Cancer
  • Occupation: Student

Appearance

  • Hair color: dark brown/ black
  • Hair length: just a little past my shoulders
  • Eye color: brown
  • Best feature: eyes/hair
  • Piercings: Two in each ear
  • Tattoos: I want something but I haven’t decided what

 

Firsts

  • Best Friend: There was this girl who was my best friend in 3rd But then I shifted and we lost contact. I still remember her though.
  • Award: I got 99.75% in 1st It’s true! Somehow in India, it’s possible.
  • Sport: Soccer
  • Real Holiday: summer vacations
  • Concert: I haven’t gone to any concert. I went to programs by some singers but they were not really concerts

Favorites

  • Film: Made of Honor, Titanic, all the Marvel movies
  • TV Show: One Tree Hill, House
  • Color: RED!!
  • Song: currently… Pillowtalk by Zayn
  • Restaurant: US Pizza, Pizza Hut, Domios Pizza.. you see a trend?!
  • Shop: Crossword
  • Book: Shantaram, Pride and Prejudice, Midnight

Currently

  • Feeling: Happy
  • Single/Taken: Single
  • Eating: Just finished a pizza!!
  • Thinking About: What should I do next?
  • Watching: unnecessary TV
  • Wearing: Capree and a t-shirt

Future

  • Want children: I don’t know
  • Want to be married: Maybe
  • Careers in Mind: Chartered Accountant and a blogger and an author
  • Where you want to live: I haven’t thought about it but someplace good

Do You Believe in…

  • God: Yes
  • Miracles: Yeah I believe sometimes they do happen
  • Love at First Sight: I think it is more of attraction at first sight
  • Ghosts: yes, I need to see them before I really, really believe them
  • Aliens: I do but I want to see them too!
  • Soul Mates: maybe not
  • Heaven: Yes
  • Hell: I do believe
  • Kissing on the First Date: Depend on the person
  • Yourself: yes! What does this mean? I do believe in myself!

 

See ya!

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True Story of an ex-DUFF


*This is an unedited version I wrote a year ago but couldn’t put myself to publish. Here it is anyway because I shouldn’t be embarrassed of who I was, or who I am. No one should. And neither should you.*


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If you have ever seen the movie “The Duff” you’ll know what it means. But if you haven’t, it is simply an abbreviation for ‘Designated Ugly Fat Friend’. They are the kind of friend that almost every group has; the kind of friend who is the ‘approachable’ one. He/she is the friendliest of all the people in the group among the rest of style divas or rock stars. If you look around you’ll see a DUFF in every group. They may not be ugly or fat but the essence of this is that they are the people who are in front of their friends and guard them from all sorts of people out there.

I was a DUFF and this is my story.

This is about 4 years ago. I had a best friend. She was beautiful, intelligent and kind to me. We met in 8th standard and we were inseparable since. We went everywhere together. We ate our food in the recess together, played games together and talked to each other almost every day. She was the best ‘best friend’ I ever got.

At that time I was more of a shy girl and I didn’t know how to talk to boys and what to talk about. It was then that my best friend came to rescue me. She used to talk flawlessly to them and I decided to learn by observing her. But unfortunately my social skills didn’t permit me to even open my mouth in front of them.

Then came a time when most of the boys came to talk to me. They’d ask random question about my best friend and I’d happily answer thinking I was improving my talking skills. It was practice.

Everything went smoothly until my best friend ended up in a different class than mine because of the subjects she chose. We talked for about a few months but we both knew we were slowly getting apart due to studies and lack of time: she went to study in an academic institute after school so that left us with no good time together. This growing apart costed us and we both lost touch even though we were still in the same school.

Then she got new friends and I got too but I never forgot her. But I guess she did. During my last few months at school she would often pass by and won’t even notice me.

We are no more best friends. I still feel bad for our friendship and her.

It was not until I saw the movie few months ago that I came to know what happened with me 4 years ago. I was the DUFF. There are many things that are mentioned in the movie and I don’t want to spoil you so I’ll just tell you the basic things.

The DUFF is the one that more friendly. That was me. The DUFF is also the one who’s more approachable: for their friends. I was that too. Boys came to me to ask about my best friend. The DUFF is often caught either talking to their friends or talking about their friends to other people. That as me too.

And as I saw the movie I realized I was a DUFF (I’m no longer one). To tell you the truth being a DUFF is nothing to be ashamed of. It sure feels like an atomic bomb when people point that out in your high school but it is not bad after all. Actually it’s nothing but a silly abbreviation created to make people feel bad.

Here’s what I think.

A DUFF is a normal person like you and me. A DUFF is only labeled that because of the fact that they hang out with people who are not like them. Like in the movie Bianca, the main lead, has two beautiful best friends and she feels judged when she is with them. She feels that everyone will judge her by comparing her with her best friends. The thing she feared was the people’s thinking about the outer breauty. Sure Bianca was beautiful from inside but are there people who still believe that people are actually beautiful from inside. After hearing that she’s actually a DUFF she breaks her friendship off with her two best friends.

At the end of the movie she comes to know that they were actually her best friends. She felt bad because of the fact that she was the one when guys came to, to talk about her best friends. But then she understood she’s no DUFF, she’s herself. And she’s proud to be someone who’s different from others.

If you’re reading this and you think you’re a DUFF, cheer up. It’s no bad thing. It’s something which will help you to be you. If people say you’re a DUFF, say yes and move forward. Be the bigger person. Dress up like you want. Eat what you want. And be the people you want. Be the approachable one or choose to be different. It’s all your choice.

But just remember: You being the DUFF is something that’s temporary. A few years from now you’ll realize that you are no more the person you were before. You changed, for the better.

 

Friday Art #17 – Lord Ganesha 

Lord Ganesha is a elephant-faced Indian God and my favorite. Although I don’t play any favorites but He’s the one that listens to me when I talk to Him. It’s true. I close my eyes and simply pray to Him. And I ask Him a favor which is usually about people I know and (you can choose not to believe it but it’s true) almost every time I get my wish. Well, not every time. Just mostly. 

And now for those who think “Why didn’t you wish for a million dollars kind-of-thing?” God answers the prayers which are free of selfishness. I’m not praying about me. I had my exams and I never prayed that He should pass me. I orayed that he should pass me if only I did good. And I’m not the most religious person you’ll meet but you need someone, right? Just don’t be selfish for a second when you pray to God. 

And here’s a painting I did 3 years before and gifted to a friend. 

UPDATE: New Blog Theme And Related News

Hey! If you looked at my website before, you would have noticed some changes. Some major changes!

I GOT A NEW HEADER!

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I have been meaning to get a new makeover for my blog but let’s just say I was unsure about many things. (or scared) But after I read Analee’s post which is linked here, I thought about how easy it is to really just change.

And hence, as Analee suggested, I went to Canva’s website  and just made a new header and related images for my blog.

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You noticed my new post topic-changer thing?! Also my new theme is black and white. I wanted red and black but I guess red is too harsh on the eyes and you’d never come back to my website if I did so. So classic black and white it is…

Also I have a new “Let’s Chat” image. I want to interact with you more and thus I decided to have this image at the end of every post.

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What do you think of my new blog theme and design? I wanted it to be slightly formal but slightly informal too. Do you like it? Don’t feel shy. Let’s communicate.

P.S. Look down. Yeah, that’s my new ‘sign off’ kind of thing.

P.P.S. Also I’ll be editing and deleting all the posts. Major changes on the way!

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Get to Know the Blogger: 100 Questions No One Ever Asks Tag (Part 2)

 

If you read the first part to this two-part series, you’ll know I took more time than intended to write the rest of the answers. Here’s the link to the first part, if you’re interested.

So let’s get started…

 

Q51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

A51: I think many, many years back. I’m immortal and so I don’t really remember it that well.

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Q52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?

A52: I don’t really have an opinion on this. I saw a few musicals and they seemed okay.

 

Q53: Is Christmas stressful?

A53: We don’t celebrate it. I don’t hate Santa Claus. I’m an Indian. That’s why.

 

Q54: Ever eat a pierogi?

A54: I don’t even know what that is.

 

Q55: Favourite type of fruit pie?

A55: Never had one.

 

Q56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

A56: Teacher.

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Q57: Do you believe in ghosts?

A58: Yes.

 

Q58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

A58: Yes.

 

Q59: Take a vitamin daily?

A59: Nope.

 

Q60: Wear slippers?

A60: No, I like to be barefoot.

 

Q61: Wear a bath robe?

A61: No.

 

Q62: What do you wear to bed?

A62: Whatever clothes I wore that day

 

Q63: First concert?

A63: Never went to one. Somehow I don’t like the idea of squishing yourself by a truck load of humans to listen to music. You can do that with an iPod.

 

Q64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

A64: Never been into any of these.

 

Q65: Nike or Adidas?

A65: Adidas

 

Q66: Cheetos Or Fritos?

A66: No one. I like Lays.

 

Q67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

A67: Sunflower seeds.

 

Q68: Ever heard of the group Tres Bien?

A68: No. But I know Tres Bien means ‘very good’ in French!

 

Q69: Ever took dance lessons?

A69: Yes. I used to go to dance classes when I was in 7th grade. Major hobby at that time;

 

Q70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

A70: Nothing particular. But it would be GREAT if he’s a bookseller!

 

Q71: Can you curl your tongue?

A71: No.

 

Q72: Ever won a spelling bee?

A72: Yes I remember once I participated when I was very very small. It was school level spelling bee. And I was one of the two finalists. And the final spelling was “symbol” and I knew the correct spelling, I swear. But I don’t know what came over me and I wrote “S-I-M-B-O-L” Epic face palm moment.

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Q73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

A73: Yes. Many times.

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Q74: Own any record albums?

A74: No.

 

Q75: Own a record player?

A75: No.

 

Q76: Regularly burn incense?

A76: My mother does.

 

Q77: Ever been in love?

A77: I don’t know, so probably no.

 

Q78: Who would you like to see in concert?

A78: One Direction? Just had them at the top of my head.

 

Q79: What was the last concert you saw?

A79: Never went to any.

 

Q80: Hot tea or cold tea?

A80: No tea. I don’t drink tea.

 

Q81: Tea or coffee?

A81: Coffee!!

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Q82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?

A82: What are snickerdoodles?

 

Q83: Can you swim well?

A83: Nope. Swimming isn’t for me and I’m not for swimming. I went a swimming class for a month and learnt nothing except for how to hold my breath and how to dive awkwardly in a pool.

 

Q84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

A84: Yes.

 

Q85: Are you patient?

A85: No.

 

Q86: DJ or band, at a wedding?

A86: I’d prefer DJ.

 

Q87: Ever won a contest?

A87: Yes.

 

Q88: Ever had plastic surgery?

A88: Yes. And now my own parents don’t recognize me. (No, of course not! Don’t believe everything I say)

 

Q89: Which are better black or green olives?

A89: None.

 

Q90: Can you knit or crochet?

A90: I learnt to crochet six months back. And I made a phone case for my phone. It’s too embarrassing to post a picture of it. It’s ragged and somewhere the design changed completely. Just a novice’s work.

 

Q91: Best room for a fireplace?

A91: Living room.

 

Q92: Do you want to get married?

A92: I don’t know.

 

Q93: If married, how long have you been married?

A93: Not married.

 

Q94: Who was your High School crush?

A94: I won’t put his name, but a guy who I spoke to but then I stopped speaking to him. Still in love with him to this day.

 

Q95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

A95: Yes. Sometimes.

 

Q96: Do you have kids?

A96: No. I am basically a kid.

 

Q97: Do you want kids?

A97: Undecided.

 

Q98: Whats your favorite color?

A98: Red!

 

Q99: Do you miss anyone right now?

A99: Yes, too many people.

 

Q100: What ware you dressing up this Halloween?

A100: I don’t celebrate Halloween. Though I would’ve dressed up as a zombie. Or Captain America.

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That’s all for this tag.

I’ll meet ya tomorrow with an update! (Shh..it’s a secret!)

 

Friday Art #16- I made a journal from an old book

I hated a book. I’m not going to take names here so don’t ask. I dislike other books but I hated this one. And I am too connected to books (both as a book with a story written in them and also books as in a collection of page binded together.) And so I couldn’t let the book go. I couldn’t sell it for money which was so much less than it’s actual worth. The time and effort the author took to write it.

And so I decided to just use it. Creatively.

And I decided to make a journal out of it. It is an advantage that I can paint and journal in a bounded book. No need of buying another expensive journal.

So here’s the first thing I painted after I got this idea. Wish me luck!😉

You can track my progress with this journal on my Instagram account: @vrushalipathak

I don’t write poems

I don’t write poems

Rhyming words are tough to find

I try anyway

Maybe something luckily would cross my mind

Now do you have any tip

To let me learn

The art of poetry 

That I don’t find to be that easy

“Just keep writing” 

Is the one tip I hear

And that’s what I’ve been doing

From the past one year

But now when I look back

I’m not that bad

Because I wrote a whole poem

In rhyming words. How’s that?

Friday Art #15- Life and Oil Paints 

I just started learning how to use oil paints. They were a bit difficult at first, just like life was. There is absolutely no handbook or guide to use paints and to live life. I read many articles online in a bid to figure out just what I was missing. I couldn’t find a single article or video to teach me everything, from the start. I guess it doesn’t happen that way. You have to figure out everything yourself. Just like living life.

I lost hope and stopped searching for the answers (at this point I don’t even know what I’m talking about, painting or life!) Then I had a savior. One person solved my problems. She painted the most beautiful oil paintings and helped me to just do it. And same goes with life. There is a person, who can be anyone from your relatives to your friend to your lover. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you find the way with them. It doesn’t necessarily have to be the ‘right’ way. Just the ‘right’ way for you. Either you’ll learn from lessons or gain something. And aren’t you gaining either way? And sometimes you wonder if they came in your life just to make you stronger or make you learn the lessons.

I almost started hating oil paints because I had to learn to apply two layers of paint. And the amount of drying time they took irritated me. I mean why couldn’t it take a little less time? But I forgot that oil paints were connected to our life. They are like the relationships we have. They are difficult and they require ‘time’. They require time to bloom, time to trust and time to really be.

And most of all I learnt that you have to let everything go. You can’t hold everything and expect to gain more. Just let it all go.

And I also learnt that both life and oil painting isn’t easy. You just have to practice and live it. No short cuts.
And I learnt how oil paints and life were similar.