Today, while I was on the train, an old crippled man came dragging himself by, praying for alms. I could see one of the passengers on my coach give him 10 bucks, others tossed chillars. I fished for a 20 rupee note and handed it to him. He scrutinised the note and blurted something in Malayali. I obviously couldn't understand, so a fellow passenger told me that he wants ten rupees, not twenty. I, surprised, signalled him to keep it. And then he gives me another surprise by speaking in fluent English. For a while, I was just trying to grasp what had happened, later regretted not offering him more. This may not be a great story but I'm still taken aback by this so very honest, well-educated man who was now on the floor, begging. It made me ponder over the perspectives of life and the importance of living it well. I don't know about the difficulties and circumstances that brought him to this state but I'll surely treasure the heartfelt response that came out of him. "Thank you very much. I am going to pray for you. God bless you."
Had an epic "stare off" with this vicious beast today, neither of us gave an inch and both refused to back down, it went for 7 hrs and then she passed out. We both have major respect for one another now but I'm pretty sure I'm top dog round these parts from here on #turfwar#neverbackdown @ valleyeyewear #doglife#humanlife
I often get asked if I am a full time artist. Certainly, I have been humbled by the response my artwork has gotten but I am also a server.
Last night one of my tables made the comment that serving couldn’t be my only gig, as I was too intelligent for it. As some might look at it as a compliment, I felt pretty offended. I was almost inclined to defend my role in life as more than a server by declaring my pursuits as an artist. Because for some reason, people tend to applaud creativity. Almost as though being an artist embodies a way to catch a dream. I get that she didn’t mean it as anything other than a compliment, but it made me question why I felt so inclined to have a purpose, something other than what I was doing in that moment.
If all I did in a day was to put aside the shit in my life to bring food and drinks to people, clean up after them, try to continually relate to strangers, cheer them up, spend hours on end on my feet running around on damage control, worrying about the needs of others and not my own... how would I ever feel like that is not enough. As a server, I am living the human experience with memories to live with and huge dreams to obtain. I am a soul trying to honour my physical being, trying to respect this life I was given while pushing the boundaries. As a server, I am enough. As a human, that continuously makes mistakes, I am enough. As an artist, I am enough.
That woman gave me a beautiful gift and I will move forward in life knowing that I am enough.
And... to boot.. I fucking look good in a tie! #prettyinatie
I hope that confidence is running through your veins and your whole being as you walk into the weekend. Happy Friday friends! #realtalk •