2013 --He gained huge following by making a Cover of Justin bieber song "As long as you Love me" Via vine... Midnight caught the attention to 10,000 likes and number of followers... Here he became known by his six second snippets of renditions of many popular songs.
2014--EP(Self Tiltled Debut) He was amongst the one of the five artist to debut before the age of 18.
2015--handwritten(1st Debut Studio Album) His singles reached number one in UK and top 10 in US and Canada.
2016--Illuminate(2nd Studio Album) 3rd youngest artist to achieve number one albums.
2017--1st artist to land three numbernone singles on the Billboard Adult Contemporary Chart.
2018--(Self titled 3rd Studio Album) Leading Single "In my Blood" 1st artist to achieve four number one singles on the Adult Pop Songs before the age of 20.
In 2018, Time named Mendes as one of the 100 most influential people in the world on their annual list.
Mendes deserves a huge load of appreciation For his Beautiful work.
Just a timely observation. And, a bit long. Read, but at your own risk. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Standing on the verandah, I witness perky June adding a new flavour to the heat of summer, a much awaited flavour, of humidity. As June finally attends to the several missed calls of Monsoon, the unanswered texts in my phone seem to question my human sense of justice.
And all of a sudden, there is a gust of moist wind kissing the dark circles below my tired eyes. The touch itself melts the insecurities creeping up my dried throat. And slowly as the droplets form a labyrinth of blue hopes on my fluttering eyelids, my eyes close and my chapped lips spread into a curve of contentment.
I see a driver, not by passion, but my profession, who had so long cursed his job, looking up at the dirty grey sky from a little opening of the window pane. From what little I can pry, I witness a single shade of grey painting his eyes with fifty shades of satisfaction.
The petrichor rising from the damp earth excites me more than how the smell of new books ever do. As I take in the aroma of purity, a little boy catches my eye. He seems to be amazed seeing his blurred reflection in the puddles created. But before he can unite with what he is, his mother drags him to thoughts of what he can become. Red-nosed in cold. And fever.
For the first time in many months, I see a pair of wrinkled, nervous hands coming out of the broken glass door of my neighbour's house, opposite of mine. Strange is that, what the crisp sun rays couldn't, the gloom of rain does. Who says all lives need sunlight to bloom?
As I see the coconut leaves swaying a 'true that' to my recent judgment, I sigh a tune of gratitude while the chorus of downpour continues. And it's not just me, because my conscience hears the whole human race breathing in unison. Unison, which is rarely an occasion for the selfish brains. The lightening seems to understand the significance and, cleverly, captures the candid.
Time doesn't let me savour the wet sites for long and the rain halts at a gradual pace, screaming disapproval. I don't need the verandah anymore, nor the emotions choking my larynx. So, as I turn back and the confines of the four-walled room engulf me in a mechanical trance, my notepad that I had left on the verandah floor, soaks in the last few soothing drops of the expiring drizzle.
But maybe, if I slightly adjust the spectacles adorning my weak insight, I'll find my words weeping?