How I write.

In a very artsy, new-agey manner, I am able to write meaningful articles while bobbing my head to music on my obnoxiously large and overly conspicuous headphones. Here, I am the quiet, enigmatic, well-dressed teen, listening to soft music while penning down my thoughts on expensive paper with a carefully selected pen, just right for my handwriting, lettering and (obviously) the scratchy sound it makes with the paper.

And, as with all well-captured scenes in what I call ‘good cinema’, this happens during the daylight hours with the sun shining merrily and light pouring in through the windows, warming my hand, the wind playing with the few strands of my hair which have artfully come out of the carelessly tied yet beautifully executed ‘messy bun’ which rests atop my head, a strong characteristic of all teen artists of today.

To add further flavour to this frivolous mix, I wear well ironed pastels or solids, the crisp lining of my sleeve brushing the table as I write.

One would assume this pretty picture is exactly how most of my work comes about.

One would also assume that with just enough drag produced by one’s bed sheet, one may somewhat cushion one’s fall from one’s patio and come out thoroughly exhilarated but very much alive.

But the reality is: one cannot function correctly after jumping from one’s patio enough to cause bed sheet-induced drag and come out alive, just as I do not function well trying to write and process music at the same time.

Where otherwise, as subject to the camera producing ‘good cinema’ I may paint a pretty picture, the truth behind my articles is the artificial lighting—irrespective of time of day because I simply do not like to open windows (stupid birds fly into my room) – and the fact that I usually wear pajamas (because ironing clothes is too much of a hassle for daily wear). The most important reality of all is that no daring strands of hair do fly around because RUCHI PENDSE DOES NOT DO MESSY BUNS.

The point that I am trying to make with this extensive article is of the over glamorisation of simple daily aspects of life by ‘quality cinema’ and now, the shoddy work of Instagram videographers who find it fit to put baubles and jewels amongst those who appreciate the less shiny, less flashy parts of life—like closed doors, over-large jackets and muted television.