The Indomitable Spirit!

It’s amazing to see, how the world changes around you!

Where there was laughter, hope, peace and content,

Now stands a desolate island of isolated souls.

Moments of happiness beckons me from somewhere

I ran bare-footed only to find despair.

I halted, took a pause, to see if bliss was around;

But all I found was darkness, humming a lullaby profound!

The tune was melancholy and the words mournful,

Of shattered dreams, sorrow and bête noir

I stood their frozen, hoping to find solace

But then I was woken up by melodies of stolen grace. 

I halted, took a pause, yet again to look around

But all I found was darkness, where I was left confound.

I cried aloud, but no, there wasn't anyone to help!

I realized I was left alone to travel across my way.

It was painful at the start, to realize the tainted truth

Of loneliness, disdain and grotesque rectitude!

There was anguish at first, but later it disappeared

With bespattered soul I ran, to sail beyond light years. 

A Mushy Blabber!

Roses and Chocolates All the Way,

Heartfelt Songs on a Crimson Day;

Where the Dawn Unfolds with Sheer Delight,

And Love sets forth a Magical Night!

Unto such a Land of Fantasy, Oh I Wish,

I could hold on to You My Dear, and see my World Flourish! 

Valentine and Me... !

Valentine's Day; Image Courtesy -happyvalentine2014.com 

After the year long wait of lovers the much awaited Valentine's Day is here. Like any other season of festivities, valentine's day through its years of unadulterated efforts and publicity have managed to confirm itself the much sought after position in the calender of youth brigade. Indeed the fervor of the day is such that today I don't feel like diluting my emotions with sarcasm. Most people would think that I loathe being single on this day. Well the fact remains that it’s hard denying the truth. I have been feeling the same since years now, even in the brief period when I felt something like love in my life.

I request, please keep your "aawwws" aside, cause feeling love does not entail that you've actually felt the emotion called "Love". Valentine's Day celebration brings back to me the memories of the various V-days that cajoled me in different phases of my life.

From slapping a guy for his over enthusiastic romantic demeanor who brought for me a king size V-day card at my door steps on 9th standard, to silently sighing for someone special to give me the prettiest of the gifts in my 10th standard, the day successfully ascended in its the level of desire with my growing age.

College days brought along with it an unfelt surge of emotions. The V day for me now metamorphosed into one such day when I could hang around with my big gang of single buddies ransacking the malls and participating in couple dance with your best buddy's would be BF (knowing d fact that the person had all intentions to woo me my most famous horns went out of control and peeped out just a little). Partying was the mantra. But again amidst all I longed for that someone special to enter in my life. 

Years rolled by like that in fairy tales. I admit life isn't such romantic always. Today after successfully completing my academics I am having a much unwanted rendezvous with the risen levels of anticipations surrounding Valentine’s Day. Watching my little sister save money and take very undisputed loans from me for getting a gift worthy of her emotion makes me feel that something indeed is missing from my Life. Normally I hate being a part of the crowd and my normal self would always deter from enduring expressions that pertinently drag me all the way amidst the chaos of not very unique blend of Homo sapiens. Yet more than love, V Day is a feeling my dear, that does not spare even the harshest of all unromantics and very self proclaimed “nothing but ambitious” sort of me.

So here I am sans BF, sans romance logging in to my FB page and wondering how it would feel probably to see my names also pop up in one of those typically romantic Valentine's Day wishes update. Mundane ...... I Know... But Happy Valentine's Day.....!!!!!

Frivolous Valentine...!

Valentine's Day; Image Courtesy - www.bioinformaticsinstitute.org

Its becoming harder than ever to open my mouth without blabbering over the ever persistent nuisance surrounding the mal - progressive career prospects of mine. But let's not delve into the details of my unepigrammatic surge of emotions particularly for this post, instead let's adhere to the unusual!

Valentine fervor almost made crushing entry into my life, vehemently opposing every endeavor to combat its contamination. The so called "level-of-romance" is soaring high in its efforts to cajole me. Well to add on to my woes in multitude, it's efforts are not getting wasted. My ears are darning to the tune of some unseen fantasy. To express in the truest of terminologies, obedience to such very 'teen age like' emotions seem palpably attractive once in a while. I hate this pseudo-love effect rippled by the extravagant commercial promotions surrounding this day. 

It is not something that I do very often, but I confess that my life has become mechanical. The late realization of today being the very overly rated "the rose day" made me feel within an adrenaline rush. I wonder how my sense of practicality successfully dethroned the childlike fondness within me? ...This thought  would sound to many as it is straight from the mouth of a very promising candidate who occasionally pukes such delightfully frustrated remarks! 

The feeling brought along the much awaited refreshment which sparked fragrant sprays to my stinking frustrated soul. The emotion endowed with the mirth of happiness, served with a tinge of innocence and garnished with few ounces of romance brought forth my eyes a "Never to be true image" of some hot hunk... Hmmm feels delicious... !!!!

Now what M I supposed to dooooooooo???????

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A new day ransacked my life and it's sudden effect is dwindling my senses amidst the garbage of improbability. Being a girl just out of my Master degree sans proper job, sans proper boy friend...ooops that should be any boy friend ....I am very much falling short of any justifications to not to get my arse down to achieve my "self proclaimed aspirations". The skyline which I chose for myself although is a little high set, yet any possibility of not being able to achieve it will be extra demeaning and almost slaughtering my confidence to the level that the term-LOOSER will no longer be a misnomer for me.

If people reading my Blog conceives it to be the derivative of an extensively frustrated mind annoyed with the turbulence of uncertainty then Hello….. let me accept… Yes INDEED it is! I am in no mood to grant myself exclusivity from the preponderance of such peculiar yet very popular frame of mind. Yet the feeling is undeniable.

“Conflicting Thoughts”, is what juggling in my mind as of now. Bespattered with the thoughts of future and uncertainty there is a WWE match that is successfully running within my head. My dreams, aspirations and understanding are screwing each other to win over the correct path that would lead on to making the correct choice for my career. Amidst all sort of anticipations and anxiety the most crucial problem remains to find my true destination. The road that would lead me to my destination is getting blurred on a daily basis, giving way to the deviating thoughts to emerge. I want to proclaim both success and power, but the hurricane effect of juggling between available career prospects is making me feel nauseous. Do I need to reshuffle my options???????????

Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………………….. Yea nahiiiiiiii ho sakta…….!!!!!! That is the outburst of my ardent filmy self who now blurts out almost uncontrolled every now and then reaffirming the delicate state of mind that I am going through. As a child my aspirations metamorphosed from being an army officer, to marrying one, from being a hot shot journalist to a PR and now when I Know what I want to do I am losing out of options to juggle. There is no looking back for me, because that will connote trailing back instead of walking ahead. So the end question remains very plausible …………. Philosophies have run with their ass upside down and yes if I ever get through them I would not mind attacking them.

Sheer sympathy... is what i feel for myself while the question remains unresolved.......

How am I supposed to get it???????????????

Wooohhoow... Dats Heavy....!!!!

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Hello Guys,

Good to return after so many days. As for my recent status of livelihood, I literally ran with my arse upside down from the previous job that I was hogging on to and now I stumbled upon the very popular academic content writing. But let’s not waste much time upon something that is already devoted with an abundant amount of the very constrained time that I have.

So here I am standing in the middle of predominantly or ornately “nowhere”, trying to explore the mermaid fantasy that seems like an unreachable goal for me. When I was trying to pen down my thoughts today into the rhythm of words that would incumbently sound melancholy with the proper tint of fun, most often I landed up pressing the backspace of my key board. Words undeniably flew out, but the influence of overly authorizing academics in my cerebellum, cerebrum and medulla was even more apparent than I expected it to be.

Today I see myself standing amidst the mighty car dump area (I precisely don’t know the word to explain it). The only difference being instead of the intricate spare parts I am surrounded with more obscure facet of errands and aspirations. Needless to say inspite of my hardcore struggle to maintain the level of equilibrium between the two the former always bags away the precedence.

I see my colleagues, (who beholds a pretty distinguished spot in my list of “what the hell was God thinking!”), to gushingly overtake me. This feeling is ominous. More so when I know the constraint to my flying is the significant amount of responsibilities I have to shoulder.

Anyways guys I can go hours without halting, but this occasional outburst of sulk indeed made me feel few kilos lighter, chalo I am ready steady to enjoy my half day of mirth. Now why is it just a half day will take me another page to describe, while I see the “the Diary of Single Lady” awaiting, so there isn’t any point puking further?

Knock Knock to LIFE...!

This might be a new beginning. Feeling very enthusiastic, as if I wont. People who knows me well would understand, I am overwhelmed with enthusiasm in the most petty achievements of my life. Yet this time I have proper reasons to feel galore. I got the opportunity i was looking for. Now i'll get to jump into the the river and see how well do i swim. I don't know whether or not i will be able to keep upto the expectations of my family, and most importantly myself. I have set my goals on very high altitude, n aspire to climb the height with the fastest pace possible. But knowing the very predictable me, i wonder whether i can endure the hardships of the life that might come along.

Life does not knock your door every time with opportunity and bible says one must exploit it to the utmost level once it appears. But the salient truth remains, that if you are to exploit then hardship is imminent. I hope to be successful, i want to succeed. Lets see how well i perform in this examination.

P.S: If i don't , i shall come back very soon with another blogpost justifying every bit to prove that although i took the decision it wasn't my mistake. So guys if you don't want to endure with another mind boggling blogpost. please pray foe my success and wish me luck. I seriously needed, specially now when i am standing on the threshold of the path that would lead me to the life that i want.

Courtesy Rupsa Vs Rumi....!

Days of childhood can really be endearing as well as enduring. Life with its full fledged integrated complexities very conveniently gulps in the little innocent moments of joy and laughter. It might quite sound like some baba courtesy sermon, yet it beholds the truth manifold. I hope it is not the effect of some uncontrollable age passing phase, but today when i saw my two younger sisters fight among themselves over a very obviously serious silly reason, I kind of enjoyed every bit of it. The innocence with which they quaralled among themselves actually gave me the realization that i don't even remember that when was the last time when i innocently fought over a petty issue.

Today my aspirations have become my priority. I have almost everyday act like a nagging mother to my sister. Career concerns me the most. Its become even harder to believe that even i had my days of childhood, when i didn't bother whether or not my nose looks odd while i laugh. Arguing over petty issues, having a verbal fight over a trifle, girly anger and then shedding gallons of tears, some for myself and some for my partner in crime... those were the days.

Okkk... that's enough. Since Rupsa and Rumi have successfully reached to their final stage of very seriously foolish fight, and have almost poured out litres of tears, it becomes the responsibility of their elder sister to intervene into the matter and settle truce between them. So here i am moving my ass to fulfill the role of a very dutiful Didibhai.

P.S: Trust me guys being a spectator to such fights are obviously not mere. Specially when your bully younger sister is getting bullied by the youngest one. Hi hi hi...... and regarding the photo above....god i love ittttt.... hi hi hi hi....!

Blog to your preference..!

Wow.. very recently i came across somebody telling me...why do you blog? its no different from maintaining a log for your daily schedules. Hmmm... we blog what we feel, but it cant be relegated to a position synonymous to maintaining daily records in logs. They indeed sound similar, the only exception being a simple "b". Well i would like to believe that blog is like a creative expression of once feeling. When served with a tinge of intellect, a blog could create major havoc in the field of modern literature. Many might take this as an overstatement, but it isn't. One should follow blog like @mind you read. The very notion of blogs being mere expression of common or regular doses of emotion would cease to exist.

Blogs are a forum to not only express yourself but also to voice your opinion and let others know about it. Blogs helps to make your opinions really matter. It is not possible to make our voice to reach upto different media always. The exposure to the same is lacked by most if not all. Blogs give people an opportunity to let know how one feels about particular matter or what could be the reaction in different situations. In simple words it helps you to reach out to masses which earlier seemed impossible.

There are innumerable benefits that are served and fulfilled by the blogs. If i have to count the benefits of blogging..then the length of this blog would surpass the normal measurement of the decent length. So when you shall be further encountered with any such questions simple remember that people who criticise blogging to be a mere wastage of time ask them to construct a sentence expressing their opinions without committing any grammatical errors. Probably this could help them shut their trap.

What a Day.....!!!!

Oh.. it was indeed a tiring day.. both mentally and physically...(guys please dont intend any puns). Appearing for a 5 hour long eligibility examination can actually very effectively stir the hell out of you. But at the end of the day, when i sat back, and gave myself the very own, sweet little precious introspective session, i thought the day wasn't that bad actually. Exams went well, although qualifying through it is a big question mark, yet its always good to realise that it was the best you could do. Satisfying, very normal it may sound, a very general term indeed, yet in no respect it is submissive. Believe me guys, this could be either treated as an overstatement or an out pour of a very tiresome mind. No one can expect this coming from a girl who appeared for an eligibility test on sunday, came back home with a not so enduring share of cold coupled with cough and soar throat, and what awaited for her back in home was the most unexpected of all. Dreadful could be the appropriate vocabulary to describe the sight. The Mummy Returns...! Yet today, inspite of not so special events unfolding one after another, i feel good.

It may sound highly literacious if i say that a surge of energy and encouragement from an unknown source seem to fill me up. Very unusually i broke away from my daily dose of afternoon nap, my tiny horns popping up again and myself in a good mood to listening to some decent music. I believe its the sight of the Mummy/ Medusa that reinforced me with the lost energy. I strive for the look of despair that appears in her face with my every success. I love to see her mourn when her bad omen fails to come true. Today the hunger is revived. I know i will have to wait a little longer to see that super looser look in her face , but as they say...sabar ka phal meetha hota hai.

P.S : M done as of now, cos if yu gotta kick d fuckin ass of Medusa, u gotta get ur ass down to work. So herein i end as my P.R. notes awaits for me.

o mere sapno k saudagar...!

A mind bespattered with the stains of tension for an unpredictable future. Hands aching because of the disdainful exam spree. Soul trying to fly off to some distant utopia. And yes here i am, very successfully landed to the city of loosers. Being a girl of..........ok lets not get into that, and dreaming about a perfect date if not a dreamboy, actually very successfully places you in the category of loosers. Yet it really doesn't bother that much to me which could successfully hinder my sweet mushy dreams to occur. Generally a wety weather like this would serve as an appropriate parameter to set my mood in the off mode, more so when it is coupled with the apprehensions related to the forthcoming dread termed as exams. Yet today is different, somehow the rain has played its trick on me too. The spell is well casted.

Well, i like to believe that i am unique. With different set of goals and aspirations i take a wholesome pride in distinguishing myself from my peers, if not at least place myself with a statute to look down on others. But my intrinsic value is still the same. My tiny horns pop up to see others perform better than me, i completely dislike when i dont get my due share of enjoyment whereas others do, and most importantly...yes even i have my dream boy..although he found his survival in my dreams only, yet there are days when i wish some fairy mother or God sent angel to appear in front of me, and turn him into reality by the spell of her magic wand.

A simple dream, no different from those nurtured by many girls. A man of my dreams, perfect gentleman, responsible, good looking, well built (oh yes! a good physique is of utmost necessity).A man who would have the passion as well as humour, pride as well as innocence,moolah and humility. Rare combination although but as they say, heart is above all reasoning.Melodramatic it may sound, yet the feelings are very true. I often think of some guy stepping down from his Mercedes Benz.. managing himself to get just about a glimpse of mine, and then mesmerized with my simplicity (talking about beauty would be an overstatement, i like to believe myself to be very modest) he falls head over heels. He would make every effort to win my love, fight almost every menial & virtual battle for me, and then take his victory lap showing off his victory trophy to the whole world (thats gotta be me ofcourse). He would take me away to some distant dreamland and then.................... well censored.... lets say we would live a perfect life happily ever after.

Now that i have successfully managed myself a good oppurtunity for mobilising ample teases, and criticisms, i feel it is the correct juncture to end my blog with.

Bitchy Me...!

Today when i woke up in the morning every thing was just the same. Complete imperfectness was stretching its arm after waking up from the slumber along with me. Mom woke up just a few minutes later followed by the other members of my house. Thus it was the very regular connotation that my Sundays were no different from the rest of the days of the week. Nothing inspiring at all. So i pulled up my socks and took up the herculean task of cheering myself up all upon my own shoulders, which has by now effectively become akin to shoulder weights, this time alone it was different. My every effort for today was directed towards making myself happy. Waking up each morning with the feel of "My life Sucks", has become a common phenomena of my life. So i hooted for spicing up my life a little. This phenomena is here to stay for sometime now, i understand. But as the saying goes - the night becomes darkest when the dawn is just about to break. Hence contesting this phase is like a challenge, and i took up the challenge quite spiritedly. If happiness doesn't come knocking , then devising your own harmless little methods to reach to it is never an evil.

I started hunting for ways to cheer myself up, since nobody else would bother a little to make me smile. I almost came on the verge of putting up an agenda for the day. To start with a very healthy and tasty cup of tea made by mom - minus her scorns, followed by a sweet little rendezvous with "friends"- a perfect antidote to my mood swings. What followed next was very unworthy of any mentions, thereafter a debutant parameter to my "feel good list" - The diary of single girl, emerged successfully and kept me wondering how would it feel to see a 6' 3" - well build pilot hunk sans clothes. Gosh this indeed brought a croocked smile on my face. Thus the bitch in me popped out a little and here i was, geared enough to pamper myself and manage a little dose of bitchy session for myself. Bitching once in a while can be real stress buster. More so when you are present in the session yet you remain a dormant member.

So here i was ready to hit the road. Manicure... CHECK, Pedicure...CHECK, Homemade Facepack.....CHECK, Refreshing Bath...DOUBLE CHECK. Partying with friends seemed a distant mirage with my exams just a week away. So i resorted to oiling my tiny-mini horns (peeking just about to stay invisible) with my relatives instead. Parents always like it when out of blue moon you accompany them to their relatives, exams become no more a concern then. After all i was fulfilling family duty.

As of now i feel reloaded with confidence. Freshly energized I did peek a little to my yet to complete syllabus, and having completed scanning through my computer notes successfully, i feel that its just a matter of days that the key to the outer world will be in my hands. I need this energy to last at least for few days , thus the bitch session is of utmost importance. So people i bid adieu , so that i can dress myself up for the much needed session. Will keep posting the developments of this journey called life. (Sounding cliche at the end can help mobilize few accolades ;-) ..)

J'ai un Question - I have a question

With exams almost pulling a knock-knock game on my doors, my mind seem to meander in the meadows of some unknown leisurely world. No please, do not mistake me to have voluntarily submitted to any new course of infatuations (which modestly i had just a handful to experience) , instead its a phase when your mind ends up into an acute discomfort zone, losing all its connection with your heart. Whether it is due to the overdose of prolonged 'duty fulfilling spree', or just a need of break from the daily schedule, i know not. But one thing that remains undeniable is that it has chosen to itself the worst time possible. I have almost attained an undesirable immunity to the pragmatic philosophies of life.

So this indeed is the status quo of my life. Very sad state of affairs. Waking up every morning at 7, religiously watching the telecasts of 'friends' , and then pull up my socks and get ready to deliver sermons to the students. My life is caught amidst all sorts unpleasing activities. Trust me getting relegated to machine from human does not always feel quite nice. To add to my woes heat plays a its role very effectively than ever, the scrorching sun seems to suck out all my stored energy just like it is shown in a famous advertisement. Health Drinks cant be a solution to this. Occasional jaunts to facebook and twitter are refreshing, but the refreshment also starts to stink once the anxieties of future makes its foray.

The sting of reality just bit me. I have to complete my syllabus. Hence, just like most of my pleasure time ends abruptly so does this blog. What do I do?????

What A Life..!

Welcome to my world. A world full of uncertainties. Its eternally screwed with no outlets available to direct my blame upon. Neither is there any certainty pertaining to my future, nor are there any promising connotation by my super luck for a well established career. Still considering myself as one of the most jubilant contestants of rat race....I prefer running (destination decided..but outcome least comprehendable). So this is the sad state of affairs of a average looking smart and attractive girl standing at the threshold of silver jubilee completion.

Standing on the apex peak of frustations there are not even a moderate amount of literarily inspired vocabolarical stock that could enable me to appoint (for the least) an intellectual note to my outcries of unfulfillment. When i look back......... Oh great! There is nothing to look back upon also...! Me, myself and My life could be the forerunners to the sequel of Kora Kagaaz. I am almost relegated to the status of any Ekta Kapoor lead. I should barter the contents of my wardrobe with almost anything coloured white (do i need to mention... think about it in every way possible). There are even meagre possibilities to make a heap of my failures and achievements. Reason why? Failure... well i didn't had many (thank God to that), and Successes... they are in such quantities that i dont even dread in my darest dream to barter them (Pagal kutte ne nahin kata mujhe.... o please thats not a reason to condole me for). So the end question remains....what good have i done with my life..? Nothing ...more than a quarter of it already spend (presuming a lifetime of 80 yrs atleast), all that i have done throughout these years spells the following:-

A D J U S M E N T S...

Yes.. thats all. Trust me guys its the most boring and monotonous thing to do. Yet like many girls of my age, belonging from a mediocre household, all i did was just adjusting myself to the changing conditions of my life. There lies the hitch...i dont want to fall in the categories of Sati Savitris... almost getting myself prepared to crack the entrance for qualifying as maaraige material with distinction marks. So what do i need to do???? ... Run Away..? Noooooo.....way....!! Now after successfully proving myself as the godchild of frustations, i religiously prohibit any chances of being tagged as looser. I want to fight ...I will Fight...! Although this would not be easy, yet i never asked for getting the easier way out. Today the cascade of my emotions are getting poured into this page... tomorrow i would like the same to sustain...with just one little difference. Within a span of a year or two i would want people to read me boasting about my achievements not cribbing for what i couldn't do. Want to achieve something colourful.. so that when i look back atleast i dont see white. Thats it..!



Guys...stop hunting for for ...coz i already expressed what i had to... now one just needs to WAIT n WATCH..!

Life Flavoured Swirl...!

Its been long since I last wrote any blog. Previously I complained about sitting in the stuffy cafes for writing ...and now when I am out of this problem, I crib about writing any thing at all. Well no way I shall own up to this as my fault. Off late there is so much happening around that it is almost swindling to focus your mind on something specific. A multitude of emotions ebbing within myself, as well as to complement the ruckus of it all, contributes the ever evolving society. So many changes taking place in my life and things surrounding it, that most often it is even hard to access the connotation of it all.

Its mind boggling to find yourself amidst such swirls of life. Swirls......did I just mention it? Swirls reminds me of the tasty ice cream coupled with mouth watering fruit sauce, wafer crumbles, fruit shreds or my favourite..choco chips. Well "philosophy" of life would ask me to get confused among such wide variety of flavours....but no... my problems seems spookier, because amidst these sweet relaxations to my taste buds houses the most distinct flavour of it all. "BITTER". Bitterness seems to persist eternally... Swirls indeed made their foray in my life, but with innovative taste of bitterness. They seem to enjoy titillating my taste buds so much, that they are very reluctant in vacating my small little biological possession....TONGUE... yes yes,,,,I sense your thoughts. This biological possession of mine has always attracted the bitter tastes of life like nothing better at all (my connotations are direct enough, no need of thinking or visualizing puns ...!).

Talking about , the other flavours..they indeed have found existence in my life. But Hullo...! They exist "literally". Fruity moments... in shreds, flavoured wafery crisp moments... in crumbles, and my favourite - chocolaty ones...oh you need a microscopic technology in locating it. Chocolate signifies romance; I indeed had my share of it but in "chips".

One might think that I am a forerunner to experiencing the middle age crisis even before reaching the threshold of it. But the fact remains, I have the knack of accepting truth in a unique style. The blog is indeed a true representation of my perspectives (look i can even get majorly cheesy). Uff... the problem in life increases in manifolds when one has experienced the flavours , but in bits and pieces. I being one of the precursors to such idealistic phrase of life, the desire of achieving it all has managed themselves a permanent placement in my life.

OHHHH....WELL.... this reminds me the tastes and also the "test". Since now i feel more comfy after successfully having vomited out my mixed bags of emotion (cheesily of course), I must run to surpass the rat race..!

Note:- If you guys feel that i have not produced an appropriate conclusion for my blabbering of emotions... let it be so... Cause I don’t want an abrupt end to it all. Lot remains to be read and seen (not literally...puns intended whole heartedly). Until then lets thrive for better tastes and implementation of the same.

STRANGE LOVE....!

Lady Love: Oh......How pink does this world seem....! Oooooo......Just See what beauty does the garbage van beholds..! My life suddenly got so vibrant, melancholy no longer seem to persist the only existence is of mushy Akon numbers. ohhhh.....colours...i see colours everywhere.........


CUPID: BAAABES.......Dis is Aakashvani......You are smitten by my arrow of love......henceforth you become the rightful heiress to the blessed blind hood....A blindhood that beholds the colours of camouflage..


Lady Love: Oh....Ohh....you mean i am in love....?


CUPID: Yea baby.......the cupid says TATHASTUUUUU..............


WHAATTT......NOOO......dont give me that look.....i aint mad.....Come on you think that I am one of those bicharis who once being hit by the Cupid's arrow..now regrets her decision of embracing the most divine feeling on earth.

OH.....pull a break....cause am a SUPERWOMAN....m immune to pain......

okkkk.......I am not gonna give such mushy , artistically woven answers. Yes I have had my share of fun.

Cynical i might sound....Well in that case I Aint an artist , hence expressing my emotions through caricature is a forbidden task in for me. So folks let me resort to the expression of cynicism.

But well don't worry....cause neither am i interested in ascending the undisputed throne of LOVE GURU.Its just that my hand has a knack of feeling itchy whenever i get overloaded with emotions.

And if incase you want to direct your blame towards somebody then let the 20th century LOVE BIRDs be the worthy receivers.

NOTE: ME SAY'S: LOVEBIRDS as species shares similar immune system like that of Cockroaches. They have successfully survived all the turmoils since the ADAM & EVE era.....just like cockroaches survived since the age of dinosaurs.

OKK.....Thats enough now stop making faces at me....

Well this aint a TUTE HUYE DIL KI DAHAR. Since the ancient age , the homosaphiens have time and again fallen prey to this emotion called love....a mistake that they repeat over and over again....yet there isn't any sign of them of learning a lesson. LOVEBIRDS need some serious medication in order to revive themselves from this acute condition of illness...

CUPID SAYS: Let Love be the sacred of all emotions and not relegate it down to a stage of mere addiction. Let LOVE be life but let LIFE be love. Love is the worthiest ornamentation of life. Let Life not be an ornament to Love.

ME SAY's: Follow Cupid's words closely folks.....Love is not be fallen for..its a reason to rise. If love isn't successful enough, if it hurts, or even worse if it does'nt leave you with a reason to console yourself later for.............DUDE get Vindictive......Pull up your Socks, Strike the tune so hard that the fucking eardrums burst...WELL calm down u dont need to go out on a hunt again...its just a matter of proving your worth to the world.

STATUTORY WARNING

The Above written content is intended to be an expression of sarcasm. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is completely intentional.

Strength Of Women...!

When was the last time we saw women voice thunder the House Of Commons? Wherein the interest of masses would not only be heard, but also fought for by the women power. A scene which not quite long ago would be treated as a distant halucination, the fact that it was treated THE way would soon turn reminiscent. What we can call the Green Revolution for the Women is all set to be achieved with the initiation of Mrs. Sonia Gandhi.Women Reservation Bill is all set to create History for women. If the Bill emerges victorious, than this period could well be treated as a period that brought was tabout renaissance-a new begining, for the Indian Women.

The days are long gone when our interests were supressed, when people did'nt consider women worthy enough to represent the Will of delicate political,social, or economic issues. With the Women Reservation Bill coming all the way the political sectrum of India is all set to shake off all its pre-established taboos and prejudices against Women representation. The aspirations of women has emerged stronger than ever and now it stands almost impossible to marr or subdue the spirit of women any longer.

Lets cheer for it girls.....since, long gone are those days when men possing their deliberate display of 'satta' would be compared to Che Guevera, whereas the women would narrow down to be an item of ridicule. My words are obvious cliche sounding but my emotions after this breakthrough is too overwhelming to be hidden.

Obstacles are imminent. The demonstrations of remonstrance were inevitable. As expected the great men in power displayed strong protests against the Bill. Thanks to the conviction of Mrs. Gandhi that the Bill accorded itself with the initial success in Rajya Sabha. What took Me by surprise was that how could a WomAn in power was incapable of keeping aside her ambitions and look towards the betterment of the clan. Alas, the few Women who are in power are not rightfully exploited most often. Either they are sbjected to playing the role of pawn in the hands of men in power, who use then the way they wants or they are incompetent for the post and what they can only think about is securing their position or votebank.

So ladies its the time to buck up...! We have ways to go and milestones to achieve. Often titled as homemakers, now the time has arrived when we would rightfully take the charge of our country in our own hands. Our competence can no longer be restricted to Home Management. Pursuing political science in course would now be more than just being an educational options for non-a grade holders. It would metamorphos into being a serious career decision. I see new arenas being opened for us. We now stand in the threshold of success.

ITS MY LIFE...!

I heard it somewhere......"Life is a Bitch so F@#K it hard." The terminology might be a little derogatory but who said that the truth wont taste bitter? It wont be a breakin news if i say that life has been so unpredictable, so unadjusting & so unjustified. Life has always been such, and if you haven't yet tasted your share of pie, well....then i have but a small piece of advice for you......
..........GET A LIFE MAN>>>!

I often fall short of words when i try to define life. Well i know that nobody is asking me the lousy question.......SO neways Life is just life......nd it is worth living ......but not the way it comes. Life is just like the speed racing games we have in our cell phones.....and check it out in the bottom of the LCD. Yes it is the small jet that appears in there. The more hurdles you overcome, the more it increases in its speed & the obstacles simply doubles itself. The joy of having been able to beat up the speed is always very overwhelming. Nothing is more enthralling than the tag of YOU WIN flashing up on the display. THIS IS WHAT I CALL IS LIFE. It is always challenging.

LIFE is bloddy too precious to sacrifice it for whatever comes in its way. Rather one must live life King Size. Years pass in a flash of light. We become old before we even realise. The we havi with us is very little, So just lets get our ARSE DOWN to work, to enjoy, to accomplish and TO LIVE. There is so much in the world toi know, to ;learn to visit but the time is really an ass.....! Just not or rather never enough.

So as the saying goes folks.......WOrk hard & party even harder. Well i read a piece which should be the motto for every life....and it goes like this......."Shoot for the moon and if you mis, you'll still be among thr stars" SO guys time to get our targets fixed.

MUSIC MANTRA

Their soulful melody is breathtaking. The music they play is so that the nostalgia remains with one for days after witnessing their performance. Such is the magic of ALI KHAN Brothers, the spell of which lingers long after the moment actually occures.

It was after years that I recurperated faith into the practise of paying "Anjali" on Saraswati Puja without the slightest idea of that the homage would bless me with the oppurtunity to witness the most Spiritual Saraswati Vandana ever.
Amaan & Ayaan Ali Khan are not only the fortunate heirs of their musical inheritence, but what they did inherit from their blessed Family is their dedication to the instrument they play.

It was in the chilly evening of Saraswati Puja that i went to attend the 150th anninersary celebration of the Xavier's , accompanied with my best buddy. Knowing very well that i was about to watch the KHAN brothers perform live, the mercury levels of my excitement & epectations were decently high.

The fiery performance started with the musical duo playing Twilight from their most celbrated music album REINCARNATION, and later the evening was followed by a malange of music & rythm.

The rythm they played was truely divine. The Duo with their deadly combination of Music & Style were an amazing crowd puller. They are the true representations of the Indian Youth Icon, but not with a Guitar hung aropund them, instead tehy display the glory of Indian culture with modernisation. For the Dude with the Sarod wisdom lies or rather lives in the music they play.

YUMMY FILMY.....!

KUTTE...KAMINEY, MAIN TERA KHOON PII JAUNGA,.....MAIN TUMHARE BACHCHE KI MAA BANNE WALI HU,.....DOODDH KA KARZ,.....SUHHAG KA SINDOOR.....! CUUUTTTTT...!!!! Next SHOT!! ACTION!!!

JAANAM I LOVE YOU,....MAIN TUMHARE BAGAIR NAHIN JI SAKTI,.....JAAN TERE NAAM HAI MERE SANAM..! CUUTTT.....Next Shot & ACTION!!

ANKHIYONH SE GOLI MAARE,....TU CHEEZ BADI HAI MAST,...SHAHER KI LADKI,...AATI KYA KHANDALA! CUUUUTTTT......Anddddd.....ACTION....!!!

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Arreyyyy script kidhar gayaa????? AAAGGGHHHH..!! .........Sorry Sir script to badal gaya........!!!!

Yes, truely ...script to badal hi gaya....The monotonous saga of emotional melodrama in Indian Films at last came to an end. Revenge, love stories and "Doodh ka karz" at last discarded to welcome a pleasant and refreashing change in films. The matamorphosis served us with all new intellectually spicy, emotionally tangy, educationally minty and sexually cheezy films.......mmmmm.....indeed yummy it is....All the hot filmy mouth watering recipies served only for our delight.

Thanx to the intelligible & brave-hearted filmmakers who are all readilly enthusiastic to serve us their most unusual yet interesting delicacies. All dressed in the new spirit....their motto being INNOVATION, EXPERIMENTATION.....WOW!!! What a delightful relief....! Social messages wrapped inextricably in the camouflage of entertainment can be the best possible combination. Something no less than "Cheezy bust Chicken Pop Pizzaz" or "Spicy & Hot Crispy Chicken".

Well arguements to this are not at all welcomed....even after citing the examples of Ghajni, Om Shanti Om......or very recent Wanted. These were indeed the formula movies that culminated into huge Box-Office success....but guys how about Bhagat Singh????............WHAT............DONT REMEMBER IT??????....................So let me change the question a little......How about RANG DE BASANTI????? It did strike your cord......isn't it???? So here u go with the answer. Films like this made a difference. A youthfull & entertaining film, yet it was interwoven with the gallant history of Bhagat Singh & AZAD. A major box-office success. And to cite a few more examples......how about Swadesh, Munna Bhai Series, Chak de, Dev D.,Rocket Singh, 3 Idiots, Ishqiyaa, My Name is Khan & very recent.....Lunch Box, Bhag Milkha Bhaag, Dedh Ishqiyaa or Highway???

It is true that the mainstream drivers of Indian film industry constitute the major dynamics of Bollywood. For every mainstream films like Yea Jawani Hai Diwani, Chennai Express, Krish 3 or Dhoom 3 continues to rule the box office, there are the intellectual counterparts such as Saheb Biwi or Gangster, The Gand of Wasseypur, The D-Day and very celebrated Lunch Box!

Cinema today can be rightfully called a potent medium to spread across nations & priveilaging filmmakers of affecting a vast number of people. Apart from being entertaining these films also possess social message.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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