I AM SMRITI RAI

Always finding myself hovering from one hobby to another, you can tell consistency is not my forte, yet, I am here to tell you lacking consistency is not a curse at all. Storytime: I am fond of my course because it demands intellectual stimulation, but I dislike my coursework as it asks for receipts which it is not willing to pay for. Side by side, I am fond of a lot of things and this fondness of mine is fickle and it fades. The earliest memory of this arbitrary road has taken me to this 'wanting' of becoming a singer. When I was at the peak state of this 'wanting', my brother gifted me a guitar and I went ham trying to learn guitar for, let's say, few months. I have walked down the artistic road where I just wanted to paint all day. I took an Art course where I didn't like that I had to explain things. 'Art just Is' was my answer and still is. If I knew my passion, I would devote all my energy towards it, believe me, I would. Some people kn

As I sit inside a fully packed library, it's only week 3 but the dissertation is not far due, I keep catching myself looking outside the window, which reminds me of the Dubliners that we had to study for our A Levels. I don't remember much about the Dubliners but that the windows are very symbolic. This phrase is very much ingrained in my brain, they are symbolic because you can see the other side, know the other side but you cannot experience it yet always overlooking what we can experience on this side of the window. Okay, back to my purpose of writing this post. The purpose is always a heavy subject, which ultimately always leads me to ask questions such as "what is my real purpose?" nevertheless, solely asking this question with a purpose already inside me and hence, I have given up on straying down that road. I want to point out the subject of 'busy' ness that the western civilization has embodied throughout the years. Since I came from the