I was acquainted with Natania‘s music (Box You Up) before I was acquainted with the lovely girl she is. Her first association with me was that of Mindy Kaling.
Our paths crossed in Los Angeles. And she was kind enough to let me live in her LA home for close to 2 weeks. Of free will, I slept on her couch. And it was more freeing than being imprisoned on a hotel bed.
Natania is one of the strongest, determined, soulful girls I know. She has overcome hardships so beautifully that one forgets she might be affected. Living with her taught me that age is never a bar to chase your dreams. That a free spirit always lends a home to lost souls.
I’ve always obsessed over her music when she has sent me tracks I’ve requested. Her music is so special, everyone deserves to be touched by it.
In a world where music is becoming a sick language, Natania’s melodies are healing me and helping me find my true self.
It’s no surprise then that her latest single, Prisoner has me grooving. It has helped me rid myself of my own trappings.
On Monday night, I finally broke the silence and wrote a blog highlighting instances that led to me to take a very strong decision in 2017. I realise that my refusal to be an employee on payroll 2017 onwards is a personal decision that I have arrived at after taking into consideration several factors. I also have immense faith in myself as far as talent and skill is considered. But it takes a fair amount of courage, hope and honesty to put it out there.
The most prized validation I’ve wanted to achieve for my writing is to make an impact. I poured my heart out minus the emotion and let the blog take its own course. When I woke in the morning, there was a slow trickle of messages, Facebook likes and so on. Before I knew it, friends were tagging their friends in the comments of the Facebook post, people I had known probably a decade or more ago and not spoken with since were sending me private messages on Facebook.
The message was common. It was an honest, relatable piece that had given them the courage to agree with me and be glad I had spoken up. Across roles, positions and even industries, the employment situation is heavily imbalanced and rather unfair. Someone, even if it is me, had to call this out and set the ball rolling.
I’m not sure about or predicting anything else. But as of now, I’m leaving you with the voices that emerged. If you have something to say too, leave a comment or message me privately on any social media platform. I hear you!
2008. In the month of September, I landed my first job.
Let me point out right now that this is not a rant. It’s going to be a lot of words. And all of them have meaning and are carefully chosen. If you are going to be judgemental, feel free to leave or stay and assume or deduce what you may, but I’m not trying to reach out to you for sympathy. If you are receptive and open to know what I have to say, thank you. You’ll probably take away more from this post. And lastly, I’m not angry. Neither am I victimizing or feeling sorry for myself. I am, in fact, in a position where I’m detached from the situation and making observations and recounting instances.
Usually, when you land on this blog, you’re expecting stories and reviews from Alice. But there’s been a recent addition to Alice’s family. Me! The “new intern” as Alice has dubbed me and I guess it’ll remain that way.
Evidently, I’m not having a good day. I’ve expressed myself on Twitter and Instagram too.
But while moping, I remembered something and it caused me to take on this project.
I was going through my Hotmail inbox (yes, I still have one) and I found an email from a wonderful lady who’s the co-founder of a singles’ community. It was an invitation to write for their blog. I replied much later with one of my famously long emails and signed off with love. I literally typed ‘Love, Dhruvi’.
I had no idea then what I had started. But she wasn’t having a great day and she read my email and smiled. She thought to herself, ‘Of course, love can make everything okay.’ And she told me the story of how this little gesture altered her communication with others. I had no idea what I had started.
If there is one thing I know to be true, it is that ‘love’ is kind and it can grow if we share it. It can heal and it can blossom if nurtured. So, I’m going to take on this task of spreading love. Simply message me privately here or on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram with your postal and email address. In no time, you’ll received a handcrafted love note from me. And when you do receive the love note, upload a picture to your own social network and hashtag it #AllINeedIsLove.