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Home For Artists

The night gets darkest right before dawn, what don’t kills you makes you more strong. Linkin Park- A light that never comes.
If I had to describe Nimisha in a song it would undoubtedly be; A light that never comes by Linkin Park. There is a price that everyone one pays for being different. She has paid her dues well. Nimisha is nineteen year old and hails from Jaipur. She was thrown out of her house twice by her parents for daring to be different. She was thrown out of her home place just because she believed in art. Nimisha describes herself as a tramp. Today she’s come up with a noble concept of ” Home for Artists” which are functional in two places currently Jaipur and Pune.
Here is her story.

How would you describe your initial days?
I never wanted to study science. I didn’t want to become an engineer first and then decide what I really wished to do. I wanted to do it now and not waste those four years of my life doing something, I never wished for. I like to travel, write, I’d love to capture people, I believed in art. I guess it was too much for my parents to absorb. So one fine it all happened like it was destined to. I was thrown out of my place. There was no place to go. People asked us various questions and often looked down upon us. We didn’t have money to eat and they would ask for ten thousand as a security deposit to stay in. It was my lowest point but then as they say life never closes all doors; there is a way out always. We managed to settle stuff through means of donations mainly from Delhi and Mumbai. I’m glad and thankful to everyone out there who has helped us reach where we are today.
I love my parents dearly and I’m grateful to them for everything. Sometimes, the people who want you to do what they want or feel are your parents, your family or people in your locality. Thank you for being there when I was growing up. I will always love you for that. But this doesn’t mean that I will stop following my dream.

Tell us about your journey.
It was month end and I was left with only five hundred bucks. Only five hundred! I wanted to explore Delhi but I was skeptical at first. Anyhow I gave it a shot and this was perhaps the best decision, I ever made. There was me a nineteen year old tramp who’s never been out of her colony alone, moving to absolutely new place with zero bank balance. Things worked out. I did a number of projects and earned for myself.
Somehow I believe in believing. No matter what the society says, what you relatives’ friends say do what your heart says. All successful people have said the same. Believe in yourself, if your heart knows what it wants life will make a way.

 

How did you come up with the concept of Home for Artist?
After Delhi, I moved to Mumbai, the city of dreams. Now again I was new to everything, but I had a belief that things will be fine they will have to work out. I met a couple of amazing people and lots of photographers for the first time. I got to know that there is Andheri West and also an East and auto wala will go with the meter. The fruit juice cost 30 bucks.
Life teaches you more than all the books combined. I was meeting new people, the ones who supported me, taught me various things. I was like a child who’ll engulf all of this exposure and a lot more. One day I bought an ice cream worth Rs. 125 and I regretted it. I felt like crying. I walked for next five kilometers to compensate it.

While leaving Mumbai I realized that anywhere I travel, I have to go back to Jaipur, as it was my home. I went back home, organized a meet, met people there and asked for help. My mother threw me out of the house again. This was the second time and that is when I finally started ‘Home for Artists’ where tramps and artists can stay for free when they have nowhere else to go. For now a musician is staying here with me and a couple of other people has stayed, and will continue staying.

How did you come up with the concept of Home for Artist?
After Delhi, I moved to Mumbai, the city of dreams. Now again I was new to everything, but I had a belief that things will be fine they will have to work out. I met a couple of amazing people and lots of photographers for the first time. I got to know that there is Andheri West and also an East and auto wala will go with the meter. The fruit juice cost 30 bucks.
Life teaches you more than all the books combined. I was meeting new people, the ones who supported me, taught me various things. I was like a child who’ll engulf all of this exposure and a lot more. One day I bought an ice cream worth Rs. 125 and I regretted it. I felt like crying. I walked for next five kilometers to compensate it.

While leaving Mumbai I realized that anywhere I travel, I have to go back to Jaipur, as it was my home. I went back home, organized a meet, met people there and asked for help. My mother threw me out of the house again. This was the second time and that is when I finally started ‘Home for Artists’ where tramps and artists can stay for free when they have nowhere else to go. For now a musician is staying here with me and a couple of other people has stayed, and will continue staying.

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