For someone who is inconsistently a bad ass
StalkBuyloveNew winter charm makes me dedicated to myself relocating the situations where I am going to bind together my narrative story everyone can relate.No matter how confidently we move the world with the strangest energies in our gut deep down somewhere inside us we know that each one of us are surely walking with fragile hearts that beats every goddamn second to meet every odd end. Working class people Rise up every morning and transform from sleepyhead to smart soveigniers of perfection. They wake up to accomplish the check list, new meetings, make business acquaintances and represent the organisation consistently. They press play to a consistent life. There is no black or white. They play safe where Life is Grey. But why are we talking about these perfect people here? What do they have to do with My Story of Contrast Play?
Well clearly that was a comparison to show my acceptance towards being that bad ass kid who is never on a consistent scale. People like me don’t wake up unless they get a slap from Mother Nature.
For instance I will give you three scenarios where I have had my share of Slaps by universe and they justify that I play my life with deep plunges in Contrasting Ways.
First Plunge in Life
Back then when I was a kid I had chosen to be a Fat obese teenager whose only passion was to eat, sleep, repeat until I woke up and realised that damsel in distress was a good thing to be. From fat to fit in less than 3 months.I was on the verge of finding myself and the appreciative Feedbacks from people were the other good things that happened along the journey.To people it indeed appear sudden transformation only I know the efforts and story behind it.
There was a time when I was preparing for my medical entrance terrified by the mere thought of being trapped in heaps of books in my coming life my days were turning darker and darker. I realised I had to do something for which I can call I am the CREATOR so that I never have to mug up something churned out by someone else’s mind.Only ray of hope was looking at Inside Out Magazine. One day I was casually cleaning up my home only to realise the ideas of decorating the corners around my house were really bursting away my built up stress. I thought if literal decorating a house could give me such degree of pleasure why not take a plunge to this field. Like a super spoilt brat I didn’t turn up for Medical entrance exam and took a class to learn how to Draw instead because someone told me you would need mad drawing skills to design buildings.
Knowing I was very bad at drawing I worked hard for a week And shocked everyone. My house was suddenly filled with perspective drawings and buildings engraved with charcoal pencils. Finally I got admission in First year of Bachelors in Architecture but things were not exactly how I thought them to be. Along with Addictive designing came mugging up Construction techniques and theory of structures. Where some kids were seriously working hard 24hours with architecture I again started to drift apart from Academics since as a beginner I was still looking for a moment where I could bring out a Charles Correa or Zaha Hadid out of me. Haha!! My sister gifted me a kitten and playing with her at home became my obsession. When she use to fall sick I started to miss college because my mother use to lock her in the bathroom and I couldn’t bear her crying for all that time. I again started to drift apart from college and my classmates. First Year was on a progressive scale when I finally started to give in my hundred percent. There was only One professor whose words use to motivate me to bring out my mad skills at architecture. I turned up to library to learn new rendering skills and without sleeping for a week my vacation house for a Fashion Designer was ready. It’s my favourite portfolio from all the work of five years of architecture because I am pretty sure that quality is real hard to beat.
Leap from Black to White
Before professionally turning into a blogger I was a girl next door typically low on maintenance, humble to dress and humble to meet. But one day I got tired of people telling me how to be and how not to be. I finally decided to break free from people who did me no good. Trust me Best Decision ever!! Better to be alone than with a company that consumes your positivity.
That much of frustration was enough to bring out the zest to create ArchAttire all on my own. For everybody needs a passion to survive. Now living everyday with the thrill to make my work dynamically better than before and different from every work is the contrast I am talking about. It keeps the interest Alive.
But why would I choose such a life pattern where I am responsible for such highs and Lows. May be I am too chilled to let life take uncertain turns and then bounce back with recurring zest to rise again .Well trust me that is where all the thrill belongs. I believe People who play life on a contrast are capable of making dynamic things possible in very less time. There is no gradual progress.They are capable of jumping to great highs from extreme lows. Why is Zebra Crossing so Vivid After-all? Had it been a strip of one monogamous shade cars would have run it over. Contrast Play makes the world stop and stare.
This was my story where i accepted my unpredictable personality. Well back to the fact that this outfit is a perfect brunch look. Winter calls for chilling and playful games of brunching and stepping out of homes obviously because the chill fades to few degrees at this particular time of the day. That being said it is the right time for making sure every layer of fabric on the skin tunes into the ultra dynamic play of Monochrome Contrast. Hope you enjoyed my contrasting story of Contrast Play editorial.