Reflective Thoughts

3.Midnight Collage Therapy.

She came gliding towards the table in her long evening gown, “Sorry I’m Late, but I shall begin” she said.

And placed herself on the seat at the dining table, searching for a piece of paper in the midst of an absolute mess.

While me and eldest were seated on the same table for two hours before her, cutting away scraps of paper signifying where our minds were silently wandering off to.

“This is quite Therapeutic” said she,

The trees swayed to the silent breeze, ruffles of tiny leaves,

The breeze scattered towards all houses, slithering through our window that displayed the Prussian Blue sky.

A bright orange light burnt vigorously shadowing the magazines we peered into, magazines filled with Gossip and so called “Catchy” taglines.

An hour later, we placed our collages in front of each other, and played a little game of interpretation of each other’s work.

Finally explaining our own interpretation of the scraps stuck on our fair white sheets.

As the Therapy de-cluttered our overburdened minds,

And at 2:30 am we fell asleep.

This was the story of our Midnight Collage Therapy.

-JalataMelon

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2.Summer Blues. #OOTD *The struggles of taking GIF’s*

Hello Everyone,

I hope your Summer is going quite well.

Today I decided to do my very first post on an Outfit of the Day. Because the first time ever in my life my sister’s camera captured the perfect GIF and a perfect picture. And because I’ve always wanted to do a Summer OOTD.

And why on earth is it so hard to upload a GIF on instagram? I had to download an app called Boomerang, but sadly it wasn’t as good enough as this GIF, not to mention it took my sister several takes to get this GIF just right.

Neverthless, here it is.

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We woke up late and went out for a nice Sunday Breakfast at a local restaurant, and I seemed to casually dress myself in my favourite top along with the extremely unique gold metal and pink braided sandal straps (atmosphere).

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Along with a mint scarf and gold bangles.

The weather was a bit chilly.

I like smart  but comfortable clothing, to mention my favourite colours for tops are usually shades of grey and blue. Also, I don’t like wearing too skinny jeans, I don’t like to suffocate to look good.

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Also, loose and light tops just make the outfit more comfortable and quite classy.

Have a great Summer.

And to all those posting on the #SummerBloggerChallenge, thankyou so much 🙂 I will reblog my favourite of your posts by the Beginning of September.

Happy Blogging.

-JalataMelon

1.Oh, What did you do? *There are no Rules in Art*

Hello Everyone,

So as part of my Summer Blogger Challenge, I’ve decided to take on writing 25 posts before the end of August. This, is my first post.

A few days ago, my three little nephews came over while we had a small food party, in  my culture, food party’s are very important, and as it is a special month, they are quite common. I fell asleep at around 5pm, and woke up to a cool evening of rain and the smell of delicious food. I went to the dining table only to find my cousin and  his children running around and squealing with laughter, they met me with enthusiastic excitement (knowing that I’m the secret Batman of the city).

They walked into my room and their eyes grew with excitement at the sight of my easel, which I hadn’t used for very long, what made them even more excited, was a big, blank canvas waiting to be filled with imagination, sitting on my easel.

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“Can we colour?” my oldest nephew asked me, he’s 5 years old.

I agreed of course, and gave him and his brother a big box and said,”I present to you The big box of INCREDIBLE THINGS”, and it was hilariously adorable how their eyes widened with a loud WOAHH and opened it to peak inside.

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The illusion of the Virtual World.

My sister made my Facebook account when I was seven, I was designing my first Yahoo avatar around the age of 8, three years ago I found myself getting introduced to Instagram, gmail and google+, I had reactivated my Facebook unknowingly at the age of nine, opened a new twitter account just a few months ago, and I’ve had a Skype since the age of 12. Who could forget those good old days of Club Penguin and Fantage? (I did consider them to play a very crucial role in social media.)

The thing is, with my mind raving constantly about various figments of my imagination or past/present/future events, I noticed that Social Media played a big role in my imagination. My perspective has most definitely been remodeled and reshaped multiple times, my attitude and my humility has gone on a very adventurous escapade revealing my bitter and a not so bitter, a quite humble self, and of course, it created a huge impact on my friendship with others and my discovery of my own identity.

But here’s what I’d like to introduce, the illusion that I constantly keep trying to disentangle myself from, the illusion of self satisfaction through counting my likes or waiting for individuals to message me, the illusion of proving my self worth or beauty through pictures or messages, the illusion of happiness, when you’re given all the attention you desire. Why should I call it an illusion? Isn’t it all real?

Of course it’s real, which makes it more illusive, actually. Although I believe that social media has benefited us in multiple ways, this one quality of social media, a quality of illuding one into happiness, when in fact, it consumes the time you could spend discovering your true worth and your passion. We tend to be so consumed in the virtual world, that while liking all the “Carpe Dieme” posts, we’re not really following the mantra are we? Are we really ‘seizing the moment’?

While we sit and ogle at our social media platforms, the technological trance swoons us into the fictitious reality, locking our mindset and perspective,

Until we see another post.

Thankyou,

The Social Media addict,

-JalataMelon.

 

detached thoughts on a windy night.

I stayed at my Day/ Residential school last week, and one night, we decided to sneak out, but my fears of the guards catching me and taking me mercilessly away to the authorities made me jump back inside the dorm. However, 3 seconds of jumping out and jumping in, gave me this incredible mind escapade. And with the past events of emotionally revealing incidents, my fingers were forced to type this piece of poetry.

I dipped my feet in the puddle reflecting the pale moonlight.

A sweet breeze and swaying trees caught my sight.

Silence.

My heart beat fast, the crunch of leaves.

No one.

It was just me.

The roaring sounds of madness deafening my ear

and blinding my eyes.

My heart, beat

a faint, quiver of a beat.

My soul feeling meaningless and empty.

My feet numbly walking on dry earth as it repelled every step I took.

The wind pulling my eyes away from looking deep into my heart and brain

Searching for the incredibly annoying reality

Forcing my heart to hide in the corners of my rib cage.

admiring beauty, exhausting jealousy

Fading street lights helping trees claw constantly

At nothing

Endlessly.

Look beyond what you See

Beyond what you see

You see?

-JalataMelon.

Just to make it a bit more clearer , I’m currently in the mood for abstract poetry.

I’d like to know what your perspective of my poem is,

Please Comment Below 🙂

Happy Summer Break 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

The Essence of Concentration.

Our minds are deeply consumed in thoughts that swoon us or drown us into long lasting thinking. What I’ve noticed, about myself, and my friends, is that to concentrate may be undeniably easy, but terribly hard as well. That kept me wondering, what is the true essence of Concentration?

Commitment, that is the true essence of Concentration. To commit oneself into a deep thought, to allow yourself to think about something, you begin to concentrate. You concentrate on that which your mind and soul favor, which your heart desires. Concentration is not only important for studying, it’s important and dangerous. To concentrate too much on a negative thought or act, may consume your soul into addiction and arrogance. To concentrate on a normal daily act, will allow you to realize what you indeed prioritize more, you realize what you truly commit to and what your mind is attracted towards.

Sometimes, to commit oneself in order to concentrate may not be very easy, which is why, concentration requires your mind to be focused. What may be the difference between commitment and focus? Commitment is dedication, and focus is a clear view. You need both commitment and focus, but you need to commit in order to focus. It may be hard, but it is the only solution out of the dreaded curse of Procrastination that we teens face on an hourly basis.

All the best for all the success you aim to achieve.

-JalataMelon.

Miss World.

She was destined to become the next Miss World.

It only required her to be a bit less herself, and a bit more, common.

She was in desperate need of advice, to reach the finals.

‘You were Chosen, You are Destined,

Your hair sweeps the world off their feet, and your eyes remind them of the deep blue sea, Do not eat, your size will dramatically increase. Walk in heels until your feet bleed, and change your accent, so that you may blend in. Reveal your outer beauty, and destroy your inner beauty. Shade your skin as gold as possible and redefine your cheekbones until they reach their peaks. Your dress should not exceed an inch below you knee, laugh, but laugh consciously. Remember, your race is superior and your body is ideal.No other woman is considered surreal,

until she hears her body scream.’

 

-JalataMelon.