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.
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