kaha se lau woh naseeb jis se tujhe main paa saku...
kiss bazzar main milti hai woh lakeer jis se tujhe main apna naseeb baana pau.
Lad to jao poori duniya se main,
par yeh baata naseeb se apne kaise main lad jao..
naaz karte hai log apne naseeb par jo
unki lakeero se apni lakeero ka fark dhoondti hun...
naseeb apne badalne ka armaan main bhi rakhti hun.
- Neha
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Day 17 : HOPE ~
She knew that look very well, again he didn't picked the call , didn't replied to messages dropped to him.
And with tears in her eyes and broken hope she closed her eyes for forever.
All she wanted to talk to his only son who abandoned her on the streets.
She had the hope that her son must be under some pressure because of which he did this after all he is her own real son , her blood.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Day 16 : Girl Child!!
Everyone is crying around her, her Grandmother, Father, Aunts, her mom...
At first , she thought , these are the tears of joy, after the bitter words , allegation of bad luck carrier she and her elder sister start getting then she realized that something is wrong.
She asked her elder didi -"Wasn't the arrival of new baby is a happy moment? Why everyone is crying and why all are cursing us"
Her didi replied - "yes, it is but only when you the new baby is a son not daughter and too third daughter in the family".
"But why?"
Don't know, dear this is what my mother has told me only.
"But she was also a girl, she also came to this world by her mother only"
"yes, but she told me that her mother was expecting a son and she came, and since then the bad luck is following her"
"So, if you are expecting a boy and girl came then only the bad luck comes?"
"hmmmm, might be"
"If they know this then why do they expect? Why they don't just accept what is going to come - either a boy or a girl?"
"Its late dear, go to bed we will have a a long day tomorrow, lot of relatives will be coming to curse all three sisters"
At first , she thought , these are the tears of joy, after the bitter words , allegation of bad luck carrier she and her elder sister start getting then she realized that something is wrong.
She asked her elder didi -"Wasn't the arrival of new baby is a happy moment? Why everyone is crying and why all are cursing us"
Her didi replied - "yes, it is but only when you the new baby is a son not daughter and too third daughter in the family".
"But why?"
Don't know, dear this is what my mother has told me only.
"But she was also a girl, she also came to this world by her mother only"
"yes, but she told me that her mother was expecting a son and she came, and since then the bad luck is following her"
"So, if you are expecting a boy and girl came then only the bad luck comes?"
"hmmmm, might be"
"If they know this then why do they expect? Why they don't just accept what is going to come - either a boy or a girl?"
"Its late dear, go to bed we will have a a long day tomorrow, lot of relatives will be coming to curse all three sisters"
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Day 15: Comic Con 2014
As I missed last year's comic con, this year I was not fully ready (with all dressed up in my favorite comic con dress), but yes ready for comic con.Yesterday I went with my friends to live the childhood again and to get the feel of comic con.
It was good experience, although the ambiance could be more lively and creative, until and unless, you won't stand at the stall you won't get the feel of the comic con despite of few hoardings here and there.
The most impressive was the enthusiasm of the young people coming full dress up in the costume of their favorite comic character.You can see from Chacha Choaudry to Jack the Pirates, from super lady to Cat woman, and all ready to get clicked by you and with you too,but what bring smile to my face was seeing old people in the comic con,at first, my thought was that these are just having their Sunday outing but the enthusiasm was showing different story which was not less than the young kids and very impressive.
Likewise many old-peoples , many of them were parents of the youngsters came to Comic Con , they also were so much excited to be the part of such fun.If the parents are able to understand, enjoy and support their kids for a career which is beyond "explanatory" career then for sure the day is not far when India will also have creative career as prestigious as being engineer/doctors.
As in 3 idiots was - "Mera beta Engineer banega"!!.Today after seeing so many parents with the same enthusiasm as their kid were having in moving ahead and taking the career of Artist, Graphic Designer, painter etc. I am believing very soon these creative domain will also be as prestigious as the engineers/doctors.
I still remember , when I informed my dad after finishing my college that I want to be designer, at that time he only do understand designer means- " Fashion-DESIGNER " not GRAPHIC/WEB designer, for them my drawing , coloring interest was mere a hobby and they till date give me expression of shocked when they get to know the price of my expensive colors.
Today after seeing so many young kids getting support from their parents for the career which if off-beat for they it makes me feel to say thank you to them.
Below are the some glimpse of the Comic Con 2014 see you next year!!
Likewise many old-peoples , many of them were parents of the youngsters came to Comic Con , they also were so much excited to be the part of such fun.If the parents are able to understand, enjoy and support their kids for a career which is beyond "explanatory" career then for sure the day is not far when India will also have creative career as prestigious as being engineer/doctors.
As in 3 idiots was - "Mera beta Engineer banega"!!.Today after seeing so many parents with the same enthusiasm as their kid were having in moving ahead and taking the career of Artist, Graphic Designer, painter etc. I am believing very soon these creative domain will also be as prestigious as the engineers/doctors.
I still remember , when I informed my dad after finishing my college that I want to be designer, at that time he only do understand designer means- " Fashion-DESIGNER " not GRAPHIC/WEB designer, for them my drawing , coloring interest was mere a hobby and they till date give me expression of shocked when they get to know the price of my expensive colors.
Today after seeing so many young kids getting support from their parents for the career which if off-beat for they it makes me feel to say thank you to them.
Below are the some glimpse of the Comic Con 2014 see you next year!!
Day 14 : Lie
Doctor gave him the prescription, his hands were shivering , prescription fell down from his hands .He was looking at Doctor, but he walked away ,he was not able to see it properly, he removed his glasses and clean them, put them back but still same.
He look here and there, he stopped a Nurse asked her to pick the paper for her.She did that but in irritation.
He walked back to her bed, she was sleeping in peace.He knew she will wake now after 1 hour, that much time he have only.
He walked slowly and reach to the chemist, there was only two-three stairs but for him it was like a long way to go after struggling a lot he won the war and reach to the counter after making the space from the crowd although two times he managed himself from evading the fall.
He was calling the person on the other side of counter, amid of all the voices of the people his voice was falling into deaf ears after struggling a lot finally he managed to caught the elbow of one of the helper and forcefully handed him the prescription.A sign of relief he took .
The bill costed total Rs 1500, he searched his both pocket all he have was Rs 1400, 100 Rupees less. But shopkeeper was adamant on not giving him any discount , shopkeeper returned all the money and ask him to give back the medicine bag, he clutched the back tightly into his fingers , refused to return it with politely but tears in his eyes.A heated argument started within ten mins on shop, finally a girl in her twenty gave the balanced hundred rupees to shopkeeper as all of the transaction came to halt because of this fight and that girl was in hurry and hundred rupees was just a small amount for her.
He moved down the stairs weeping his eyes and blessing that girl.He was not wearing any watch but he knew he still have time.He speed up his walking, as he was reaching her bed, he stopped at a chair, sat catch his breath from the corner of the room he checked her, she is still sleeping, he smiled.
He move closer to her after putting all medicines on table next to her.After 5 minutes she opened her eyes and asked - "You didn't went to take medicine?", He replied - "No, hospital staff is too good they themselves went and bought the medicine for us and that too in discount.".
She smiled and so he , as she smiled.
She closed her eyes as she was doing from last 1.5 hours and start cursing her children.Their children abondon them in their last days of life. She knew her husband went to take medicine alone on his own when his eyes are not strong as it used to be and same his body too.
He look here and there, he stopped a Nurse asked her to pick the paper for her.She did that but in irritation.
He walked back to her bed, she was sleeping in peace.He knew she will wake now after 1 hour, that much time he have only.
He walked slowly and reach to the chemist, there was only two-three stairs but for him it was like a long way to go after struggling a lot he won the war and reach to the counter after making the space from the crowd although two times he managed himself from evading the fall.
He was calling the person on the other side of counter, amid of all the voices of the people his voice was falling into deaf ears after struggling a lot finally he managed to caught the elbow of one of the helper and forcefully handed him the prescription.A sign of relief he took .
The bill costed total Rs 1500, he searched his both pocket all he have was Rs 1400, 100 Rupees less. But shopkeeper was adamant on not giving him any discount , shopkeeper returned all the money and ask him to give back the medicine bag, he clutched the back tightly into his fingers , refused to return it with politely but tears in his eyes.A heated argument started within ten mins on shop, finally a girl in her twenty gave the balanced hundred rupees to shopkeeper as all of the transaction came to halt because of this fight and that girl was in hurry and hundred rupees was just a small amount for her.
He moved down the stairs weeping his eyes and blessing that girl.He was not wearing any watch but he knew he still have time.He speed up his walking, as he was reaching her bed, he stopped at a chair, sat catch his breath from the corner of the room he checked her, she is still sleeping, he smiled.
He move closer to her after putting all medicines on table next to her.After 5 minutes she opened her eyes and asked - "You didn't went to take medicine?", He replied - "No, hospital staff is too good they themselves went and bought the medicine for us and that too in discount.".
She smiled and so he , as she smiled.
She closed her eyes as she was doing from last 1.5 hours and start cursing her children.Their children abondon them in their last days of life. She knew her husband went to take medicine alone on his own when his eyes are not strong as it used to be and same his body too.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Day 13 : Dream
*Dream*
I Dream to be a teacher, I Dream to be a dancer, I Dream to be a singer,I Dream to be a doctor,I Dream to be a IAS officer, I Dream... yes I Dream...
Dreams that keep us awake...Dreams that make us feel alive ,keep blood flowing in our veins.
When we are dreaming to be something in our professional life, there are many who just dream to live life like us only, a cancer patient in his last stage is dreaming for a normal life , a beggar at red light just dreaming to live a life of respect a life of dignity , the gatekeeper of the shopping-malls is dreaming of one day he will bring his family to this mall and someone else will be opening the gate for him.
Big, Small, Good, Cute, Ambitious, One, Lot, possible, Impossible, Fiction, Non-ficition, Fantasy - but dreams are dreams.
Eyes and heart is filled with the hope one day I will fulfill the dream of my mom that I wont be washing utensils like her in the houses, I wont be cleaning the room of the children of my maalkin, I will be able to count my hard-earning money she is getting, I won't be be a drive, I won't be rug-picker...
Dreams that keep us awake...Dreams that make us feel alive ,keep blood flowing in our veins.
When we are dreaming to be something in our professional life, there are many who just dream to live life like us only, a cancer patient in his last stage is dreaming for a normal life , a beggar at red light just dreaming to live a life of respect a life of dignity , the gatekeeper of the shopping-malls is dreaming of one day he will bring his family to this mall and someone else will be opening the gate for him.
Big, Small, Good, Cute, Ambitious, One, Lot, possible, Impossible, Fiction, Non-ficition, Fantasy - but dreams are dreams.
Eyes and heart is filled with the hope one day I will fulfill the dream of my mom that I wont be washing utensils like her in the houses, I wont be cleaning the room of the children of my maalkin, I will be able to count my hard-earning money she is getting, I won't be be a drive, I won't be rug-picker...
One day...yes one day I will make my dream's true!!!
Dream till you alive and Blahhout it....
Dream till you alive and Blahhout it....
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Day 12 : Taking a Break!!
Ahh so many things are landing up at personal end so taking a break from writing for few days.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Day 11 : Stardom !!
Relaxing with the style on the back seat of her latest black Audi , she was enjoying the luxury she had earned in last five years.The latest and expensive Audi, personal Chauffeur, accompanied by her personal secretary.
Today she is in her designer attire from the London designer which she promised to wear in interview will he handling in the studio today.She will be praising the outfit and designer in return of the heavy amount which debited in her account last night confirmed by her secretary just now.(otherwise she have to change asap on reaching the studio)
As expected her Audi stuckd in amid of the city main road courtesy to the traffic jam.She had passed this road uncountable times since her childhood till now, from the time when she couldn't afford money for tickets of local buses to the time when sometimes she become lucky and get a ride in local bus to her home and now when she is in her own Audi, from last 5 years she made sure that she will not use any other car or any other road less than Audi as if she wanted to showoff to this road ,to all trees standing aside on road , to anyone if was witness of her old time to this time to see and appreciate her that how time has changed for her, how luck favored, how she reached to this place.
She was looking out of the window ... across the road she saw a girl standing in plain white top on top of dull blue jeans amd a jhola on her shoulder ...very plain look ...but strong enough to catch her attention.Laughing smiling...and running towards her gang of friends standing at the chaat shop....she hugged her friends as if they met after many years the happiness was not at all fake it was all real.They all started laughing and giggling enjoying to fullest...they ordered one plate of chaat and all six start sharing from it ...also fighting to have some free extra pappadi in that too..they bought a single coldrink bottle and again they all shared from only one bottle and same they did with the chips packet but somehow all were enjoying to fullest , suddenly that girl stopped in amid of all and stare into her eyes.For a single moment both have the eye contacts, she in her Audi got shocked - it was the reflection of her only , for a moment she went into state of shock her heart and mind blacked out but on contrary she was filled with real happiness to see herself back to same cloth with same friends with same carefree attitude enjoying friends never ending talks and street food.
Her reflection moved her hand to call her right there - at her favorite place where she used to enjoy her momos.She looked at the momos shop - same shop...same owner and her reflection was sitting at her usual table with one chair vacant only for her.
She opened her Audi door...stepped out of it , her chauffeur was confused....she took few more steps, her secretary just ready to come down from the Audi but she stopped by showing her hand. She start walking towards her reflection who now waving her hand with excitement to come fast, abruptly she stopped at the spot from where she can see the studio too and the distance of her reflection is same as to the mumbai film studio.
She smiled at her reflection - observe every inch of the her lost-she, put her glares from head on her nose...
raised her chin with attitude holded her designer CK bag with style and start walking towards the Mumbai studio with the all starry attitude she have earned.
Her reflection vanished in amid of all the crowd gathered to capture a glimpse of her.
Today once again she won the fight between the real world and reel world.
After all this is for which is born for and this is for which she has always dreamed of - the stardom!!
Today she is in her designer attire from the London designer which she promised to wear in interview will he handling in the studio today.She will be praising the outfit and designer in return of the heavy amount which debited in her account last night confirmed by her secretary just now.(otherwise she have to change asap on reaching the studio)
As expected her Audi stuckd in amid of the city main road courtesy to the traffic jam.She had passed this road uncountable times since her childhood till now, from the time when she couldn't afford money for tickets of local buses to the time when sometimes she become lucky and get a ride in local bus to her home and now when she is in her own Audi, from last 5 years she made sure that she will not use any other car or any other road less than Audi as if she wanted to showoff to this road ,to all trees standing aside on road , to anyone if was witness of her old time to this time to see and appreciate her that how time has changed for her, how luck favored, how she reached to this place.
She was looking out of the window ... across the road she saw a girl standing in plain white top on top of dull blue jeans amd a jhola on her shoulder ...very plain look ...but strong enough to catch her attention.Laughing smiling...and running towards her gang of friends standing at the chaat shop....she hugged her friends as if they met after many years the happiness was not at all fake it was all real.They all started laughing and giggling enjoying to fullest...they ordered one plate of chaat and all six start sharing from it ...also fighting to have some free extra pappadi in that too..they bought a single coldrink bottle and again they all shared from only one bottle and same they did with the chips packet but somehow all were enjoying to fullest , suddenly that girl stopped in amid of all and stare into her eyes.For a single moment both have the eye contacts, she in her Audi got shocked - it was the reflection of her only , for a moment she went into state of shock her heart and mind blacked out but on contrary she was filled with real happiness to see herself back to same cloth with same friends with same carefree attitude enjoying friends never ending talks and street food.
Her reflection moved her hand to call her right there - at her favorite place where she used to enjoy her momos.She looked at the momos shop - same shop...same owner and her reflection was sitting at her usual table with one chair vacant only for her.
She opened her Audi door...stepped out of it , her chauffeur was confused....she took few more steps, her secretary just ready to come down from the Audi but she stopped by showing her hand. She start walking towards her reflection who now waving her hand with excitement to come fast, abruptly she stopped at the spot from where she can see the studio too and the distance of her reflection is same as to the mumbai film studio.
She smiled at her reflection - observe every inch of the her lost-she, put her glares from head on her nose...
raised her chin with attitude holded her designer CK bag with style and start walking towards the Mumbai studio with the all starry attitude she have earned.
Her reflection vanished in amid of all the crowd gathered to capture a glimpse of her.
Today once again she won the fight between the real world and reel world.
After all this is for which is born for and this is for which she has always dreamed of - the stardom!!
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Day 10 : Riches to Rugs
It was usual working day evening,I was driving back to home from work. I took the turn to the road where that lamp post was I have to drive from there as fast as I can without looking at the lamp-post.
The moment I was just speeding up my car I saw a PCR and ambulance standing with few people gathered around the lamp post .Even though I wanted to race my car accelerator and run away from there but I couldn't able to.
I pull over my car adjacent to the lamp post. I still don't have the courage to go near to lamp post.In midst of all chaos suddenly a torn-dirty blanket caught my sight ,I knew that blanket since my childhood and then there was a trail of cloths around that , all those rugs - I am very well versed to whom these belong to, for a jiffy my heart pumped out - his eyes were open wide same as it used to be from last 20 years , but out of life - EYES, yes I knew this eyes, I knew him very well, these are the same eyes that used to haunt me for years, used to stalk me for years... but he is not that chaarsi from whom I used to run away...whom I used to scared....whom I used to abuse internally.There was a body lying life less - 6 feet long, no footwear in feet, skin all dark and dirty, a very feeble old man looks like as he was a beggar or rug-picker,only a torn kurta, whose color was beyond recognition because of dirt of years, was on his body, he was so thin as he have not eaten from years.
whenever I used to pass the lamp post, only visible part of his body I could see was his eyes. He used to calmly sit on his spot- under the dim light of the lamp post busy in his own world, but whenever I passed the lamp-post he leave aside everything and stare me till I am not out of his sight.
He used to carry pile of cloths with him as it was his all legacy he have and today it is scattered all around him.
Shri Ramesh Lal Mishra VP of Mishra Firms - a police man was reading aloud from the visiting card he found in his pocket.
I am well versed with this name and the person too. I look at him last time give him silent prayer and drive back to home with normal speed but heavy heart.
All these years he was just trying to do hide his identity from this world to save his children reputation who have abandoned him many years back and left him on footpath he used to be one of the top business man of our locality. I remember him from the pictures in our locality notice board under missing section which his kids posted before leaving for abroad don't know how many years ago and all these years we didn't knew that whom we all used to call chaarsi living under the lamp-post is the same Mishra uncle!!
The moment I was just speeding up my car I saw a PCR and ambulance standing with few people gathered around the lamp post .Even though I wanted to race my car accelerator and run away from there but I couldn't able to.
I pull over my car adjacent to the lamp post. I still don't have the courage to go near to lamp post.In midst of all chaos suddenly a torn-dirty blanket caught my sight ,I knew that blanket since my childhood and then there was a trail of cloths around that , all those rugs - I am very well versed to whom these belong to, for a jiffy my heart pumped out - his eyes were open wide same as it used to be from last 20 years , but out of life - EYES, yes I knew this eyes, I knew him very well, these are the same eyes that used to haunt me for years, used to stalk me for years... but he is not that chaarsi from whom I used to run away...whom I used to scared....whom I used to abuse internally.There was a body lying life less - 6 feet long, no footwear in feet, skin all dark and dirty, a very feeble old man looks like as he was a beggar or rug-picker,only a torn kurta, whose color was beyond recognition because of dirt of years, was on his body, he was so thin as he have not eaten from years.
whenever I used to pass the lamp post, only visible part of his body I could see was his eyes. He used to calmly sit on his spot- under the dim light of the lamp post busy in his own world, but whenever I passed the lamp-post he leave aside everything and stare me till I am not out of his sight.
He used to carry pile of cloths with him as it was his all legacy he have and today it is scattered all around him.
Shri Ramesh Lal Mishra VP of Mishra Firms - a police man was reading aloud from the visiting card he found in his pocket.
I am well versed with this name and the person too. I look at him last time give him silent prayer and drive back to home with normal speed but heavy heart.
All these years he was just trying to do hide his identity from this world to save his children reputation who have abandoned him many years back and left him on footpath he used to be one of the top business man of our locality. I remember him from the pictures in our locality notice board under missing section which his kids posted before leaving for abroad don't know how many years ago and all these years we didn't knew that whom we all used to call chaarsi living under the lamp-post is the same Mishra uncle!!
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Day 9: Random Thought!!
He is standing under the same tree , he gazed at me with the same questions in his eyes , I replied to his every question without exchanging a word I am still not able to understand this connection between us.
He smiled and left with teary eyes , I came inside in my new home.
It's being 6 month now ,I am married to someone whom my parents choosed against my wishes - my husband whom I am not able to love although I am trying my best to atleast accept him as my friend but he said its - " India not America".
But feelings are feelings, woman is woman either its India or America!!
He smiled and left with teary eyes , I came inside in my new home.
It's being 6 month now ,I am married to someone whom my parents choosed against my wishes - my husband whom I am not able to love although I am trying my best to atleast accept him as my friend but he said its - " India not America".
But feelings are feelings, woman is woman either its India or America!!
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Day 8 : Blahhout going Colorful
I was a web-graphic designer, wait a second I am still a web-graphic designer but won't mind to say the most lazy one when it comes to create design for myself.
Well, today I was feeling a little like designer type and bumped to my photoshop .My creative thoughts started flowing from my mind to my hands and in next moment I was re-creating my blog I just started with blue color...why blue..because this is the color stuck in my mind from so many days.Blue will be the BRAND color of my blog also now!!
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I have done few add-on to Blahhout theme , I wanted to keep it creative yet elegant.So decided to play with the footer and header only. I have created a new logo for Blahhout or to be precisely correct the very first logo of the Blahhout. The glimpse is above for the initial draft open for feedback, suggestions and Blah Blah...
Stay tune, Stay Blahhout!!
Well, today I was feeling a little like designer type and bumped to my photoshop .My creative thoughts started flowing from my mind to my hands and in next moment I was re-creating my blog I just started with blue color...why blue..because this is the color stuck in my mind from so many days.Blue will be the BRAND color of my blog also now!!
I have done few add-on to Blahhout theme , I wanted to keep it creative yet elegant.So decided to play with the footer and header only. I have created a new logo for Blahhout or to be precisely correct the very first logo of the Blahhout. The glimpse is above for the initial draft open for feedback, suggestions and Blah Blah...
Stay tune, Stay Blahhout!!
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Day 7 : Blahhout with colors
sometimes I am so much out of words and get creative with my art skills (hihihi).This become my own "ART THERAPY". Adding some more feather to my hat , I am a creative person, I love colors, arts, painting anything which is creative I enjoy that and I keep myself into that.
There are 2 persons whom I actually really follow and they inspire me like hell.I try to replicate their work by adding my own touch to the artwork .For sure they both don't have any idea that their work have inspired me so much that I follow this as my own "Art Therapy".
https://www.facebook.com/TheFilmyOwl (Angel Bedi)
https://www.facebook.com/ArtbyAarohi (Aarohi)
What is Art Therapy?
I pick a art piece or anything that inspired me .I start with the shopping of the material needed in it the next step is to start from raw to get down on pencil work then start adding colors till I am done.But this is not like 15 day project, 1 week project etc I draw or color when I am feeling down or angry or just not feeling good.By painting it lift my mood it makes me happy and it work like as a therapy and the best thing is while doing painting I start planning to quit my job to open online store where I can showcase my work of art (but then my parents recall me that baby it is your just hobby not your earning career!!)
Now days I am working on kathakali inspired by Arohi work and below are the few captures of same but work is still under progress.Will also share the work inspired by Angle Bedi
Blahhout creatively !!
There are 2 persons whom I actually really follow and they inspire me like hell.I try to replicate their work by adding my own touch to the artwork .For sure they both don't have any idea that their work have inspired me so much that I follow this as my own "Art Therapy".
https://www.facebook.com/TheFilmyOwl (Angel Bedi)
https://www.facebook.com/ArtbyAarohi (Aarohi)
What is Art Therapy?
I pick a art piece or anything that inspired me .I start with the shopping of the material needed in it the next step is to start from raw to get down on pencil work then start adding colors till I am done.But this is not like 15 day project, 1 week project etc I draw or color when I am feeling down or angry or just not feeling good.By painting it lift my mood it makes me happy and it work like as a therapy and the best thing is while doing painting I start planning to quit my job to open online store where I can showcase my work of art (but then my parents recall me that baby it is your just hobby not your earning career!!)
Now days I am working on kathakali inspired by Arohi work and below are the few captures of same but work is still under progress.Will also share the work inspired by Angle Bedi
Blahhout creatively !!
Monday, January 27, 2014
Day 6 : Rural-Urban Mirror - Part One
After being getting featured in many top B-Magazine and labeled as the top most influenced professional lady.
At the age of just 30, she is member of most biggest profit creator company board of directors.Her resume is as perfect as a fairy tale should be and decorated with the top most companies and achievements.Her score were always the perfect as she has just came out of the genius world.
The topper of her school , in which the facility was to have a just proper blackboard,got into the city's most prestigious college after garbing the scholarship, which is just alien for her whole hometown.All they were happy to see her picture in few local newspaper and the shinny prize money she got from the state politician.
The first step into the college was the new life to her gifted by the goddess sarswati - she knew from the first day when she got her first book outside a temple as a alms that only she can change her life.
After returning from work as usual, tonight with one more achievement in her professional bucket , she parked her Audi at her favorite spot. The guard of the society nod her in respect it was usually 12:30 AM her time to return from work. She never took the lift , she call herself fitness freak in a awe from all the high class people around her , but she knew her bones are not fragile after all she have the blood of the farmer in her veins. As she is in top of her life so is her flat - 10th floor in the building , the 5 BHK flat in which she live alone with no pets and no servants she is in love with her own solitude.
At the age of just 30, she is member of most biggest profit creator company board of directors.Her resume is as perfect as a fairy tale should be and decorated with the top most companies and achievements.Her score were always the perfect as she has just came out of the genius world.
The topper of her school , in which the facility was to have a just proper blackboard,got into the city's most prestigious college after garbing the scholarship, which is just alien for her whole hometown.All they were happy to see her picture in few local newspaper and the shinny prize money she got from the state politician.
The first step into the college was the new life to her gifted by the goddess sarswati - she knew from the first day when she got her first book outside a temple as a alms that only she can change her life.
After returning from work as usual, tonight with one more achievement in her professional bucket , she parked her Audi at her favorite spot. The guard of the society nod her in respect it was usually 12:30 AM her time to return from work. She never took the lift , she call herself fitness freak in a awe from all the high class people around her , but she knew her bones are not fragile after all she have the blood of the farmer in her veins. As she is in top of her life so is her flat - 10th floor in the building , the 5 BHK flat in which she live alone with no pets and no servants she is in love with her own solitude.
Entering in her home, that people call it but for her it is just a rest place, she kept the keys just next to the table walked into kitchen to have some water,she was not feeling hungry trained from the childhood to control her hunger and sleep empty stomach is still working for her despite of her refrigator is loaded with the all kinds of tempting eatables one can think of but mostly are unpacked and for sure crossed the expiry date too.
Today she was feeling the emptiness of her flat or her life she also was not sure or her hunger. she took the water bottle and few chips packet walked to the balcony from where she can see the all wild traffic and chaos of the town from the top .She moved very closed to the railing of the grills put her foot on the most bottom of the grill very carefully hold the grip through her toe and fingers.She spread her hands out , she can feel the air in her hair and all crazy traffic noise in her ears- she was feeling like queen in command one order and all the movement will come to halt, a grin come on her lips with this thought.She closed her eyes to feel and try to smile , took a deep breath of victory, a deep breath of luxury and suddenly a tear rolled down from the corner of her eyes and a total blackout.
Today she was feeling the emptiness of her flat or her life she also was not sure or her hunger. she took the water bottle and few chips packet walked to the balcony from where she can see the all wild traffic and chaos of the town from the top .She moved very closed to the railing of the grills put her foot on the most bottom of the grill very carefully hold the grip through her toe and fingers.She spread her hands out , she can feel the air in her hair and all crazy traffic noise in her ears- she was feeling like queen in command one order and all the movement will come to halt, a grin come on her lips with this thought.She closed her eyes to feel and try to smile , took a deep breath of victory, a deep breath of luxury and suddenly a tear rolled down from the corner of her eyes and a total blackout.
She never born with the silver spoon in her mouth, she has to fight for every thing in her life especially to live the life she wanted - to get the education she wanted.She always had asked this question to herself to the only temple in her village under that old peepal tree " why I have to take permission to my parents for everything? why being a girl I am always consider to be in kitchen or work as a slave? why at every possible way I have to get abused from all males and old females? why? why I AM A GIRL pinch in my ears, pierce my heart, is being girl is sin? "
She always had 2 choices in her life at every stage, she could have gone with the flow of life and would have accepted what her village other girls were doing but she knew at the night when all sleep she in the dim light of the candles when she start reading the books she get the confidence she can feel a new her she can feel a much more is needed from her and her life and then at that moment her dual life started until and unless she didnt gave her family the money she got as the topper of the state to his male-dominated family in return to the tiket to her freedom and admission of her in city college.She thought that was the end of her dual life and now she is free from the taboo, the sin from the being a girl but this was just the end of the Rural mirror of her life.
Urban mirror is waiting for her....
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Day 5 : Evade Plan from Marriage - Young Indian Style!!
Few months back I read an article somewhere, the heading was so catchy and it was so much close to the today's society that it is still in my mind.The heading was -
"In India Higher studies means running from marriage"
(sort of something like this) and it is so true.
Well India is the place or we Indians are at that confusing stage that at one side we actually want to move ahead and have competition with the New york, Paris , Germany but still we are same oldies and Goldie want our child to get married in age of 21/25, want them to have arrange marriage only and most important the career should be only Doctor, Engineer, IAS , Teacher.For them painting, cricket, football are just a hobby and become a big NO when the exams are coming.
To evade from the early marriage, at the age where their career start bubbling they get themselves engaged into higher studies.Higher studies came as the rescue plan for them help them to avoid the marriage for like 2-3 years and just let them focus on their career.Despite of the having background of good middle class families the parents failed to understand that the world is still outside the marriage it is not end of the world nor start of the world.
But yes there are many parents who are understanding and moving ahead with the time giving space to their child.Trying to actually become buddy of them.But still many girls out there are struggling to make their parents understand that marriage do can wait but career can not.To evade from this hyped marriage the best evade plan is to go for higher studies because at least parents do the respect to the education but still those girls get to listen that - "if you will have higher degrees how we will gonna get a suitable guy for you" and I am 100% sure that time those girls must be smiling at her parents with grin and thinking in heart -"who is asking you to search husband for me? I know whom I want to get married"!!
For sure dear Indian parents, please be a actual friend of your kids as you are confuse, you are somehow creating confusion in your child life too. Already we have 100 of issues to deal with - so many new mobiles keep launching which to buy ? which not?, so many new movies come every Friday need to watch them and then publish expert comments on FB/Twitter, need to decide next weekend plan and so much blahh.
So kindly just Blahhout all the old things and hangout with your child.
Let's keep it simple!!
"In India Higher studies means running from marriage"
(sort of something like this) and it is so true.
Well India is the place or we Indians are at that confusing stage that at one side we actually want to move ahead and have competition with the New york, Paris , Germany but still we are same oldies and Goldie want our child to get married in age of 21/25, want them to have arrange marriage only and most important the career should be only Doctor, Engineer, IAS , Teacher.For them painting, cricket, football are just a hobby and become a big NO when the exams are coming.
To evade from the early marriage, at the age where their career start bubbling they get themselves engaged into higher studies.Higher studies came as the rescue plan for them help them to avoid the marriage for like 2-3 years and just let them focus on their career.Despite of the having background of good middle class families the parents failed to understand that the world is still outside the marriage it is not end of the world nor start of the world.
But yes there are many parents who are understanding and moving ahead with the time giving space to their child.Trying to actually become buddy of them.But still many girls out there are struggling to make their parents understand that marriage do can wait but career can not.To evade from this hyped marriage the best evade plan is to go for higher studies because at least parents do the respect to the education but still those girls get to listen that - "if you will have higher degrees how we will gonna get a suitable guy for you" and I am 100% sure that time those girls must be smiling at her parents with grin and thinking in heart -"who is asking you to search husband for me? I know whom I want to get married"!!
For sure dear Indian parents, please be a actual friend of your kids as you are confuse, you are somehow creating confusion in your child life too. Already we have 100 of issues to deal with - so many new mobiles keep launching which to buy ? which not?, so many new movies come every Friday need to watch them and then publish expert comments on FB/Twitter, need to decide next weekend plan and so much blahh.
So kindly just Blahhout all the old things and hangout with your child.
Let's keep it simple!!
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Day 4 : Mera Bharat Mahan - Happy Republic Day !!
Happy Republic Day!!
So, first day out of the 2 days of a year when all over the Newspaper, TV, Radio, Roads, Hoardings, social media will be flooded by the national flag, patriotic messages, current leaders having pics with great leaders and all the patriotic songs.But c'mon why 26th Jan is on SUNDAY!! Public holiday on Sunday it is not at all fair :(
Anyhow, for me 26th Jan is always wake up early in morning get ready to sit in front of television tune to DD national - I don't even remember when was the last time I watched DD.While my mom in kitchen showing her best culinary skills in preparing the best breakfast for all her kids and my dad narrating us despite of already a good spokeperon in behind the visual of the 26Jan parade is narrating everything in HINDI. yes you read write in HINDI,it is mandatory for us to watch the 26th Jan in Hidnia
So, first day out of the 2 days of a year when all over the Newspaper, TV, Radio, Roads, Hoardings, social media will be flooded by the national flag, patriotic messages, current leaders having pics with great leaders and all the patriotic songs.But c'mon why 26th Jan is on SUNDAY!! Public holiday on Sunday it is not at all fair :(
Anyhow, for me 26th Jan is always wake up early in morning get ready to sit in front of television tune to DD national - I don't even remember when was the last time I watched DD.While my mom in kitchen showing her best culinary skills in preparing the best breakfast for all her kids and my dad narrating us despite of already a good spokeperon in behind the visual of the 26Jan parade is narrating everything in HINDI. yes you read write in HINDI,it is mandatory for us to watch the 26th Jan in Hidnia
Friday, January 24, 2014
Day3 : Uski DP meri DP se aachi kaisa hai??
LOL... I can't stop myself laughing out when I overheard few girls conversation last evening and I won't be embarrass to confess that sometime this is the same feeling I also have when I saw some Vogue-cover page-model types DP of any girl!! hahaha so after knowing that I am not the only crazy girl for my DP I was pretty relaxed too that this is the trait of every NORMAL girl!!!
But then I realized is this is not the kind of useless marathon we people are running in? mainting our FB profile, twitter profile, watzapp profile, Instagram profile, pintrest profile, Linkdin and don't know how many more social media . We have all our own virtual world showing the best of the best to the world real people in same virtual world.
hmmm its sometimes too good to be connected with so many people having a virtual life within the real life but problem comes when this virtual life start taking lead of our real world.When we start doing everything just because we need to upload the latest pics on FB, visiting the most new happening spot in city so that we can showoff on our FB - "laaa laa laa I was the first one to visit that place!!". Instead of enjoying the coffee in the chilling cozy winter evening with your buddies you are first clicking the pic, updating on FB/Watzapp/twitter and then doing check-in status and only after shouting to the world that what you are doing with whom your are doing and blahh blahh and blahh...hang on how much I am actually enjoying?? and only after all this you will take the actual sip of that coffee.
More shocking is when the couples are sharing their own private honeymoon pics, beaches pics ....hello there is something call as "Private Moments" too.
No wonders I have also done same sometimes and after that I felt like a psycho.Trying to do fake things , trying to showoff I am enjoying at so-and-maha-bore place, sipping coffee and eating food at most expensive place just because of the virtual world.
So, just to reduce the complexity and stress in my life the best thing I done is not configure my official emails in my smartphone after all it was not at all mandate while I was taking the job to be connected on emails by 24X7 and same I did with my personal emails and gtalk, cmon if my friends are missing me please call me before doing ping on gtalk and I was so annoyed from all useless promotional emails, I also uninstall the FB messenger, deleted my LinkedIn app and twitter too.
and can you even imagine my smartphone is still alive and still my life is awesome and infect more better.
So, can we just close our virtual world step out all virtual useless status/post/pics try to connect with real world with real people instead of just putting our self into pressure putting our life in front of strangers.
Uffff we youth I tell you!!
But then I realized is this is not the kind of useless marathon we people are running in? mainting our FB profile, twitter profile, watzapp profile, Instagram profile, pintrest profile, Linkdin and don't know how many more social media . We have all our own virtual world showing the best of the best to the world real people in same virtual world.
hmmm its sometimes too good to be connected with so many people having a virtual life within the real life but problem comes when this virtual life start taking lead of our real world.When we start doing everything just because we need to upload the latest pics on FB, visiting the most new happening spot in city so that we can showoff on our FB - "laaa laa laa I was the first one to visit that place!!". Instead of enjoying the coffee in the chilling cozy winter evening with your buddies you are first clicking the pic, updating on FB/Watzapp/twitter and then doing check-in status and only after shouting to the world that what you are doing with whom your are doing and blahh blahh and blahh...hang on how much I am actually enjoying?? and only after all this you will take the actual sip of that coffee.
More shocking is when the couples are sharing their own private honeymoon pics, beaches pics ....hello there is something call as "Private Moments" too.
No wonders I have also done same sometimes and after that I felt like a psycho.Trying to do fake things , trying to showoff I am enjoying at so-and-maha-bore place, sipping coffee and eating food at most expensive place just because of the virtual world.
So, just to reduce the complexity and stress in my life the best thing I done is not configure my official emails in my smartphone after all it was not at all mandate while I was taking the job to be connected on emails by 24X7 and same I did with my personal emails and gtalk, cmon if my friends are missing me please call me before doing ping on gtalk and I was so annoyed from all useless promotional emails, I also uninstall the FB messenger, deleted my LinkedIn app and twitter too.
and can you even imagine my smartphone is still alive and still my life is awesome and infect more better.
So, can we just close our virtual world step out all virtual useless status/post/pics try to connect with real world with real people instead of just putting our self into pressure putting our life in front of strangers.
Uffff we youth I tell you!!
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Day2 : Blahhout Politic fights on Social Media!!!
Every time I log in to my FB and most of the feeds are of only the political parties claiming how good they are with some screen grab of some well developed areas, of some top leaders putting best words for them, graph of showing how much progress India had done because of them and accusing other parties for defaming their images by paid media and cherry on the cake if the FB users - the youth (educated people working in MNCs, having degrees from prestigious educational institutes) fighting for their icon on these such post.
And I am like just reading and laughing my lungs out and sometimes burst in anger so much that can't stop myself in commenting on these post.
Is social media is now new 100% NEWS Broadcasting micro site? I know the answer is NO but after seeing the war of words on social media I feel that many people think the words published on the social medias are 100% TRUE, c'mon guys if you know how to use the social media then I believe you must have common sense to understand that the words on such platform are not at all authenticate so blindly trusting them and fighting over them is all stupidness. You want to blahhout your views, opinions do it.But social media is a platform to show your presence to market yourself and the "bread-n-butter" rule of any marketing is only one "PULL DOWN YOUR COMPETITOR DOWN and SHOW YOURSELF "
Its good to see Indian political face is changing and targeting the youth now but we as a youth have to be little mature and not just blindly follow every post and tweet but grab the reputed newspaper and read the stories and articles there and then fight/argue with data points not by some-paid social media marketing posts.
And I am like just reading and laughing my lungs out and sometimes burst in anger so much that can't stop myself in commenting on these post.
Is social media is now new 100% NEWS Broadcasting micro site? I know the answer is NO but after seeing the war of words on social media I feel that many people think the words published on the social medias are 100% TRUE, c'mon guys if you know how to use the social media then I believe you must have common sense to understand that the words on such platform are not at all authenticate so blindly trusting them and fighting over them is all stupidness. You want to blahhout your views, opinions do it.But social media is a platform to show your presence to market yourself and the "bread-n-butter" rule of any marketing is only one "PULL DOWN YOUR COMPETITOR DOWN and SHOW YOURSELF "
Its good to see Indian political face is changing and targeting the youth now but we as a youth have to be little mature and not just blindly follow every post and tweet but grab the reputed newspaper and read the stories and articles there and then fight/argue with data points not by some-paid social media marketing posts.
Day 1 : What is Blahhout?
Ahhh , welcome friend!!! so welcome to my Blahhout zone!!
Now I know you must be curious to know what is this all about and who I am? Well for me its not so important to know about me, what important is what blahhout is.So, let me give me introduce to you, blahhout is a blog , a place , a zone to blah out your thoughts here about anything (of course comments will be moderate for sure, don't be naughty as main hun ek sanskari Indian gal!!!).
This is my own experiement of blahhouting my all thoughts here for a year.So, one post per day for a year.
Why?? well I also don't know, might be while these 365 days of journey I will be able to figure out this too.
So, cheers to the blogging world!!
have a Blahhout Day!!
Now I know you must be curious to know what is this all about and who I am? Well for me its not so important to know about me, what important is what blahhout is.So, let me give me introduce to you, blahhout is a blog , a place , a zone to blah out your thoughts here about anything (of course comments will be moderate for sure, don't be naughty as main hun ek sanskari Indian gal!!!).
This is my own experiement of blahhouting my all thoughts here for a year.So, one post per day for a year.
Why?? well I also don't know, might be while these 365 days of journey I will be able to figure out this too.
So, cheers to the blogging world!!
have a Blahhout Day!!
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