Somewhere near Paradise

Do you know what it’s like?

To visit a place that feels like home,

To see the water, blue and cold,

To listen to the music of the sea,

To sense the sand slip away from beneath your feet,

To just sit still and know that your heart is traveling places,

To not just live, but feel alive.

I do. Oh yes, I definitely do; all thanks to the best trip of my life till date- Thailand ’12. <3

Of course flying high above the land and getting to view almost the whole of Pattaya, getting plunged in the cold, tingly, deep blue water, witnessing the absolutely brilliant display of dance-drama-music, being spellbound by the fascinating creatures of the underwater world, being in awe of the vast variety of the Safari World, and falling in love with Thailand were the highlights of our trip; not to forget the never-ending shopping spree (:D), but what was even more amazing was the tremendous amount of quality time that I got to spend with my family. J Dad making us roll over with laughter, Mum doing the cute, little things she does, and Me capturing it all- every minute, every second. I didn’t want anything more. <3

I won’t brag about it all anymore, exceeeept, that, I FRIKKIN PARASAILED! :D :D And fed a tiger and saw sharks, and polar bears, and white tigers aaaand had the time of my life. J

So, here’s to one of the most beautiful places in the world-

Thailand, I love you <3

Lots of love,

Creative Insanity.

Two Decades New

The age of innocence, imbecility and impulsiveness- that’s Teenage for you. Silly crushes, heartbreaks, frivolity, tantrums and terribly disastrous decisions define this age. And yet, these years are the ones that every person remembers all throughout their lives, cause having gone through the process of love and pain, and loss and gain, there’s so much that life teaches us in these buoyant years. As for me, tomorrow officially marks the end of my ‘teen’agehood.

Yes, I’m going to turn twenty tomorrow. Now for many people this might be a happy occasion because it means being able to do whatever they want to without having to depend on anyone; the freedom of finally being accepted in the society as an ‘adult’. But I don’t know why, I’m feeling kind of weird. It’s like a whirlwind of emotions playing inside me right now. I know it’s great to enter a new phase and explore novel stuff, but I’m a bit unsure whether I’m ready to face it all; all the responsibilities that were so far away from me till now, and suddenly they’re standing right outside my doorstep. I don’t know if I’m prepared enough to let go of the child inside me, the one who still reads fairy tales, watches Winnie the Pooh, (wait, are you ever too old to watch Winnie the Pooh?), and still believes in imagination and miracles. I’m dubious of letting go my identity and reforming myself in order to welcome the maturity to set in. Or is it just me who’s being paranoid? Maybe I can still be myself and turn twenty without the burden of sacrificing the childlike-ness. Maybe it’s not a predicament at all; maybe it’s just a phase that will pass just as quickly the night melts into day.

Now having said all this, I also have a confession to make- I've enjoyed my teenage years to the fullest! I've consumed every ounce of craziness inside me to the maximum, and the reservoir of insanity is still full to be used up in the years to come. I've had (and still have) great friends who've gone through the hills of ups and downs along with me, parents who've tolerated my mood swings, and I've had experiences that have taught me so much. I've had my share of love, heartbreak, laughter, tears and regrets, and they've all helped make me strong. In short, it has been a roller coaster ride, and an amazing one. So, all I can do is hope that all these past years give me the confidence to face the future. 

Oh, but before I depart, I have a few advices to give to my tomorrow’s twenty-year old self, from my now nineteen-year old self:

1.      Guys who look good and make you laugh are not necessarily the ones who will always look good and will never make you cry. So, choose wisely. Remember that Cinderella didn't find her Prince Charming in one day.

2.      Listen to your parents. They’re always right. Really.

3.      Make-up cannot always make you look good. But a smile can. So, stay happy.

4.      Do what you want. Listen to your heart. It’s never really wrong.

5.      Point no. 4 doesn't mean that you can leave your brain down the drain. Seriously, stop being dumb and use your head.

6.      Don’t let any stranger or sheets of paper decide your future. It’s your life, and what you make of it is totally your decision.

7.      Friends who were there for you ten years back and still stand right beside you are the ones who will always be there for you. So, never let go of them.

8.      Have faith. Prayers do work, and miracles do happen.

9.      Watch Disney movies, or read Harry Potter whenever you’re upset. It worked these past nineteen years, so they’re bound to work all throughout your life.

10.  Lastly, never efface your identity for anybody else. You are who you are, and you’re wonderful at that. So, never change.

Phew. That’s the list, I guess.

So, as I step into this new phase of my life, I hope that things don’t change much, and even if they do, let it be for good. J

Lots and lots of love,

Sayantani Sarkar a.k.a Creative Insanity.

Silence Speaks Volumes

There are very few things in life which truly touch your heart, and if it’s conveyed silently, then it becomes even more priceless. I can easily say that Barfi was one such thing.

Yes, I watched the movie today. It had been gaining a lot of buzz ever since the release of its promos. Lots of talks, lots of expectations, but I didn’t really pay attention. Why? Because I knew it’s going to be a wonderful movie. There are certain things which can just be predicted, and this movie’s success was one of them. You see, Ranbir Kapoor does not bid on worthless stuff, and it’s really easy to guess why he chose to do this movie, or why Anurag Basu chose him- it’s because nobody, I repeat, nobody else could have played this character with so much of perfection and brilliance.

A deaf and mute guy who chooses to see the world in kaleidoscopic colours, who spreads love wherever he goes, and who brings a smile on everyone’s face- that’s Barfi for you. The only mistake he does is falling in love with Shruti (Ileana D’Cruz), a normal girl from an affluent family, who can very well see and feel what’s going on, but can’t help herself from falling for Barfi, but at the same time has to give in to the social norms, and marry a “normal” man. Heartbroken Barfi then meets Jhilmil (Priyanka Chopra), again. Having known each other since childhood, they’re totally aware of each other’s deformities, and herein lies the uniqueness of their bond. Laughing their way through life, the relationship of Jhilmil and Barfi explores new avenues, and the two fall in love with each other. Just when they’re in a happy space, Shruti comes into Barfi’s life again, and there’s a total bedlam. Jhilmil goes missing, and while Barfi and Shruti try to find her, Shruti realises the huge mistake she’d done when she let Barfi go away, but now it’s too late, because Barfi’s heart is wholly committed to Jhilmil. After a whole lot of ups and downs, Barfi finally manages to find his Jhilmil, and the two get forever united.

What Barfi and Jhilmil tell us is a story of unconditional, selfless love, all of it without even saying a word. Truly, Barfi has taken the saying ‘Silence is Golden’ to a whole new level. Ranbir Kapoor has seriously outdone himself, and proven his versatility yet again. The same can be said for Priyanka Chopra, who plays such a difficult role with so much of ease. Among such magnificent actors, Ileana D’Cruz manages to retain her identity. She is not just a fresh face, but also a new bundle of talent. A brilliant story, out-of-the-world performances and an album filled with soulful songs, Barfi is sure to stay in your heart for a very, very long time. 

So, go watch it as soon as possible.

As for me, I’ve fallen in love with Ranbir Kapoor all over again! 

Till next time, don’t worry, be Barfi. :D

“Itni si hasi, itni si khushi, itna sa tukda chand ka

Khwabon ke tinko se, chal banaye aashiyan.”

Lots of Barfila love,

Creative Insanity. 

The Review of a Reader

I’m so sick of the Fifty Shades mania. Really, really sick of it. True that Christian Grey is charming as hell (in spite of his macabre ways), true that the story of Ana and Christian isn't like the cheese-stuffed crap our brains are usually fed to, but what beyond that? The truth is that now people can 'read' porn, along with watching it. Agreed that the book had got me hooked to it, but the prime reason for that was the fact that I was just plain inquisitive to know as to what was going to happen next. That's all, nothing more.

At first I thought that maybe it was me who was unable to decipher the apparent 'brilliance' of the book, but then I realized why people are so obsessed with it. The thing is there are zillions and trillions of people in this world who've never, never read a book, but are making an exception for the Fifty Shades trilogy. Why? Because they want to prove a point; they want to prove that they are very much aware of what's "in". If only they knew that reading a novel that’s overloaded with obscenity, doesn’t make them avid readers or fervent bookaholics, it only proves how imbecile they are. You ask those very people if they’ve ever read any book of Jodi Picoult or Nicholas Sparks or Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and they’ll look as perplexed as a lost sheep. And I heard that the book has crossed the UK record of Harry Potter!!  I mean, really?! Let’s just get this straight, no book can EVER replace THE Harry Potter series, no author can ever surpass the genius of J.K.Rowling. Enough said.  

I’m not saying that it’s a sin to read Fifty Shades, all I’m saying is that why succumb to preposterous recommendations and read overrated truck load of abysmal fiction, when there are so many wonderful books in the world? My piece of advice- read The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini. Trust me, you’ll thank me for suggesting it. 

I recently read a book named Beautiful Disaster, by Jamie McGuire. A typical romantic book, with a very typical ambience, but, nevertheless, it won my heart; maybe because the love story felt real and believable. So, those of you going bollocks over Christian Grey, try reading this book, and I’m sure you’ll be swept off your feet by Travis Maddox. 

So, let’s just wait for the epidemic named Fifty Shades to dwindle, and for the world to gain back its wisdom. :D 

Before leaving, let me quote myself-

“I pity the people who are unaware of the heavenly bliss of reading a good book.”

So, keep calm and read on.

Love, 

Creative Insanity.

Just Like That

We see them, we like them, we chase them, we get them, we lose them.

We fall for all the sugar-coated dialogues, failing to notice the truth that lies beneath.

We surrender ourselves, making each cell in our body vulnerable.

He touches you, and your insides cringe. He looks at you, and you suddenly feel yourself becoming even more transparent with each passing second. Its like any minute he'll see through you and rip you apart. And you know what's funny? You can't help it. Why? Because you're the one responsible for all the mess. You're the one who gave him the right to take your life in his hands to either curl it up into a ball and toss it around, or keep rubbing it till it turns into dust.

His words taunt you day and night, like arrows piecing your flesh. Neither can you cry out loud, nor can you hide your tears, cause you know that if it all piles up, then you're gonna explode, and that'll be the end of you. And all this for whom? For someone who beguiled you through fallacious promises, and left your heart integrated into gazillion pieces. Is it fair?  Do you deserve those sleepless nights? Do you deserve to go through Hell? No, you don't. No girl does. No girl should. Ever.

True that the spell of love takes its own sweet time to weary off, but remember, someday you will get over him. If you could go on for days and weeks and still survive without him being by your side, then that means you're stronger than you imagined, cause you could have collapsed, but you didn't. Instead, you faced all that bunkum, and not for once did you flinch in the eyes of others when your inner self was whimpering with the loss of your apparent world. And trust me, it was all worth it; all those late-night trips to Memoryville, all those broken fragments of glass, all that 'smiling through your tears' act; all of it, just all of it. Cause now you know your worth; you know that you deserve someone who'll see his world in you, and not bring your's come crashing down the roof.

Yes, you'll move on, cause Life ultimately teaches you how, and you'll realise that maybe it wasn't 'your' time back then, maybe you'll have to wait. For the one, for the one who belongs to you, and only to you.

Now on a lighter note, do you know what the tragedy is?
It’s just that the guy you want doesn't know you exist, and the guy who likes you is the one you don’t want.
Tragic, I know.
*sigh*

A Cherub's Diary

Shrouded by the comfort of peace
Encompassed in the blissful ignorance,
Opening his wonder-filled eyes
He glanced around the ambience for benevolence.

Prodded to be on his own

Confounded and quivering he lay,

Rolling his doleful eyes

His baby steps struggled to find a way.

Waddling and quaking through the wobbly road

And clambering down the dim lane,

Plagued by a jitterbugged soul

He tried hard to appease the aching pain.

Every turn he took, everywhere he saw

Wickedness disguised in an apocalyptic attire,

Couched under layers of deceiving smiles

Lay knives of slashing desire.

He hopped, howled, weeped and scowled,

But cruelty curbed to melt,

Nearby, amassing from fragments known and lost

Silhouetted a figure, calm and svelte.

Caressing the flushed cheeks of the lost soul,

On his tiny trembling lips, she cast her glance,

Her angelic touch, like magical feathers

Mounted them into a chariot of trance.

Clipping down its twirling claws, they landed

Into the heaven of his lost home, 

He shot an incredulous look all around

Oh, tears conglomerated with naive foam.

Embracing the blessing of blessings

Bidding goodbye to every jiffy of unnerving disdain, 

He smiled through tears of happiness reborn

And whisked his way into his homeland again.

- Sayantani Sarkar.

The First Dance of the Monsoon

The nebulous clouds blanket the sky
Every soul takes a joyous leap,
The soft wind gushes forth
And my eyes glitter with utopian hope.


Baby droplets descend along the kaleidoscopic path
Oh, my heart wants to swirl around,
A melancholic tone echoes through the trees
Wishing to break through the barriers tonight.



The carriage of blissful ignorance
Carries you to a world unknown,
Where all the avarice is expunged
And sinless simplicity still dwells.



Where the nimble feet stretch out in glee
And ballet through the unsullied land of ecstasy,
Where the music of sanctity flows through the valley
Rinsing away all the dirt of agony.

A smile of reminiscence plays on my lips

As I amble by the rain swept ground,

My heart travels to a territory left behind

And tears of nostalgia accompany along.

- Sayantani Sarkar.