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!!

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!!

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!!

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!!

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 !!

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.

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.

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....

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!!