Minute

Give me a moment. Make it stop. Push the button and let it all halt.

Let me breathe. Let me savour the fire inside of me that you all want to pour water over.

One more minute, let me laugh. Let me feel my pains wash off.

One more minute, let me rejoice, an exquisite kiss or a warm embrace. 

One more minute, let me be, the person who I am meant to be.

Before you begin to stifle my dreams, give me a moment to fall off the cliff and take the risk.

Allow me to soak up every second of the fleeting tik-tok. 

Let me vanish among the stars just for – three, two, one more minute. 

That is all I ask.

Barren to Green

Barren to Green is a coffee table book that I compiled as a part of my final project for my first undergraduate degree at Manipal University, Dubai . The subject of this coffee table book is organic farming techniques practiced UAE, to promote a healthy living.

VIEW.FOCUS.CLICK

VIEW.FOCUS.CLICK is an armature photography magazine, that I complied as a final project for the 2nd year of my BA degree in Mass Communication at Manipal University, Dubai. This magazine contents basic information required for a beginner level photographer to learn about photography.

It is all about the sound of music

     An open book of hymns on the table of her dorm, a keyboard in the corner on its stand, small pots of plants on the window sill, memories past pinned to the wall in stills — and amongst them Eva Ross sits on her bed, eyes closed, plucking on to her guitar, singing The Avett Brothers’Paranoia” as she drifts off to a world of music.

     The 19-year-old WKU horticulture major is not only a student but also a folk singer. She is a motivated musician who does not want to use her musical talent to make lots of money and a big name for herself. Instead, she wants to use music to cure the ill through music therapy.

     “I am really interested in music therapy. Because it would allow me to do what I love, while helping people,” Ross said.

     Ross has been exposed to music from a very early age.

     “My mother was a folk singer too. She is the one who taught me how to play guitar when I was eight. She taught me a few chords and then I found my own way. Later, when I was 12, I took piano lessons but it didn’t quite click, because I didn’t want to sit there and learn. I wanted to go wild with it,” she said.

     Ross has never been fond of school because of its restrictions and rules. She has always wanted to be free and limitless — to be able to do whatever she wanted to do.

     “I never studied music because; I didn’t want to make it like maths. I wanted to make it fun. Also I didn’t know how to read music and that is why I have been hesitant to study it, plus music as a career is very unsustainable,” Ross said.

     Jeremy Kelly, a music professor at WKU who has also been an opera performer for the past 25 years, said that making a career in music is not only very difficult but also very limited.

     “A career in music is not only about having talent, one must also have the drive to achieve and realise dreams. It is this drive that should make you say ‘I don’t need internet. I don’t need cable. Because I want to be an artist,’” Kelly said.

     Ross said not everyone can make it big.

     “That is why we praise the musicians who make it to the top without learning music at school,” she said.

     “When I play music, I play from my heart. Music is like an expression to me, it is not something I do to get fame, recognition or money. I do it because I love it,” Ross said, and that is why she aspires to become a music therapist over a performing artist.

     “Music therapy is real and genuine interaction with people. They are not just listening to a recording, instead they get to experience and feel the music,” she said. “And ultimately, one day I would like to have my own institution. I think it takes a soft-hearted, gentle, caring person to become a music therapist.”

     For Ross music has been her salvation and will always be her salvation, even if she doesn’t get to do it professionally.

     “I don’t necessarily need someone to sit beside me and listen to me sing,” she said “for me, knowing that I have the freedom to sing whatever I want to sing, makes me happy.”

Eva Ross

Eva Ross (Click here to go to her Sound Cloud page)

 

 

Catch Eva Ross at the Bunbury Festival and on CincyMusic.com.

 

P.S: This article was written as a part of my final project for my Introduction to media writing class.

I am an Indian, and I use toilet-paper

‘Toilet-paper’ is the one word that makes any Indian cringe with disgust. But, that doesn’t stop us from coming to America and then complaining about using the paper.

Even though I am an Indian, I was never brought up in India. I grew up in the United Arab Emirates. The culture in UAE is pretty heterogeneous, so when it came to the restrooms a choice of both water and toilet-paper were available. This meant never having to learn to use toilet-paper.

Thus, the January of 2014, was one of the toughest months. I had start using toilet-paper to clean myself, as I going to complete my education in America. And the thought of getting used to this new habit scared me more than anything I had ever been scared of.

By this point of time all you toilet-paper using fellas, must be wondering as to why and how did toilet-paper scare me, and the Indians, I know you feel me.

We Indians don’t have a specific history behind our use of water in the washrooms. We use it simply because we find it hygienic and get a sense of cleanliness after we wash ourselves. In some Indian cultures they have various rules like; one must completely remove all garments of clothing from ones body when using the washroom for your daily business. But, there is no such account as to how we came to use water.

Thus, the transition was not only terrifying physically but also mentally, because it took me nearly three months to look up ‘how to use toilet-paper?’ tutorials on YouTube. And I must have barely looked up a dozen videos before I shut my laptop and swore to myself, that I will accept being the odd one out but, I shall never use toilet-paper in my life.

Nonetheless a woman can change.

On reaching the Red Roof Inn, Bowling Green, Kentucky I felt it was necessary to embrace the culture where I was going to be for the next few years. So, I gave it another try, and voilà, it was so simple; I could not imagine why I was being so paranoid about using toilet-paper. Not only was it simple, but in fact it was so easy, so convenient and so damn fascinating.

Did you know; toilet-papers have been in use from the 14th century? Joseph C. Gayetty of New York started producing the first packaged toilet paper in the U.S. in 1857. It consisted of pre-moistened flat sheets, which were medicated with aloe and were named “Gayetty’s Medicated Paper”. Then in 1877 Albany Perforated Wrapping (A.P.W.) Paper Company gave us rolled and perforated toilet paper that we are familiar with today.  (http://nobodysperfect.com/vtpm/exhibithall/informational/tphistory.html).

The history of its conception was much less fascinating than the fact that toilet-paper came in various types, textures, colours and prices. It’s been nearly three months since I step foot in America, but the toilet-paper aisle at the markets still leaves me baffled by the kind of choices it offers.

You can literally choose to be stingy or incredibly generous when it comes to taking care of your hienie. You can choose from an array of papers, from moist to dry, quilted to course, made-out of trees to made-out a recycled paper, standard to jumbo to jumbo junior. Not only that, if you think that you want to reach the apex of luxury, you have to buy the 22-karat gold-plated toilet-paper, which by the way, comes with a bottle champagne. And trust me; it will only cost you a meager $1.3 Million, (shipping charges not included) (http://www.ealuxe.com/most-expensive-toilet-paper-world/).

So, the next time any of you water using fellas think about making a face when you hear of toilet-paper, you just remember that water available to you in the washrooms are not scented, not coloured, not textured, doesn’t come in various sizes and guess what it doesn’t it come in gold.

And as for me, using toilet-paper was one fun experience. So do you still want to judge a book by its cover?

P.S: I wrote this blog post for my Introduction to media writing class, the assignment being write a blog post on any topic.

Short story 7

She sat there in the middle of all commotion.
Clinging on to something cold and drifting off to a place she found peace,
Her solitude.
Her eyes narrated and re-narrated thousand unspoken stories, of days, months and years, of once upon a time.
As she slowly came back to reality,
the cold was replaced by warmth…
Warmth that her beloved Grammy promised to bestow on her forever.