Saturday, 15 December 2012

Keep calm, write something

Writing is amazing therapy.

Stressed out? Worried? Unhappy? Never mind!
 Just take out a pen and paper and start writing. Start writing about anything and everything.
 May be it wouldn't make any sense at all at that point of time. But guess what, it will make you feel a lot better. 
So, when you feel all worn out just keep calm and write something!

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Let the festivities begin...

Who doesn't enjoy shopping? We all do! A little indulgence, a bit more of self pampering and a few bucks spent on the perfect ensemble can get you all geared to rock this festive season. So get ready to hit the scene and make some kills.

This season lets go the Indian way. And let me tell you, there's nothing more elegant, more beautiful and more eye-catching than a well-draped gorgeous saree. A saree that is teamed up with the right accessories can give you the perfect look.

My pick for this season is a saree indeed!

Kashish Chiffon Embroidered Saree
Kashish Chiffon Embroidered Saree - INR 2999.00

AYESHA - Chandelier Dull Gold Earrings
Ayesha Chandelier Dull Gold Earrings - INR 290.00

AYESHA - Gold Diamante Studded Heart Bangle
AYESHA - Gold Diamante Studded Heart Bangle -  INR 490.00

Haute Curry Clutch - ICINCL2
Haute Curry Clutch - INR 899.00

Inc.5 - Ladies Footwear
Inc.5 - Ladies Footwear- INR 1995

Titan - RAGA Collection - Ladies Watch

Titan - RAGA Collection - Ladies Watch - INR 8500.00

AYESHA - Sparkling Gold Bow Hair Sliders
AYESHA - Sparkling Gold Bow Hair Sliders - INR 390.00

Shoppers stop has this and much more to offer. Do check them out!

One Day At A Time

Words fail
Eyes numb
Heart bleeds
Brain dead
The night falls asleep
Light breaks
Harsh rays
True lies
Cold shoulders
Planned escapes
One day at a time, one day at a time

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Prabhu Yeshu Janmotsav 2012

It's that time of the year again. It's time for celebration. The celebration of the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. It's time for Christmas.

Every second Sunday of the month of December, Mumbai has been witnessing the Prabhu Yeshu Janmotsav (PYJ) on the sands of Girgaum Chowpatty for over three decades now, and each time it keeps getting better. All denominations in the city come together on this day to unitedly celebrate and proclaim the birth of Christ. The PYJ committee has been planning an exciting and engrossing schedule this time around.

PYJ 2012 will be presenting to us a bunch of highly acclaimed musicians which includes: Naveen Kumar, the most sought after Indian flautist who has played for several leading Bollywood composers like A R Rahman, Shankaar-Ehsaan-Loy and the likes; music composer, Lesle Lewis; UK based singer Ash King ( Te Amo fame); the best DJ in the country, DJ Lloyd; gospel singer, Shreya Kant and many more.

So make sure you mark your calendars for Sunday, December 9th, 2012, when the biggest gospel gig in the city will take place at Girgaum Chowpatty, Charni Road, Mumbai, 5 pm on wards.

Don't even think of missing this!

For more updates follow PYJ on Facebook : Prabhu Yeshu Janmotsav 2012

Monday, 26 November 2012

I Dream, I Live

A million miles, of endless dreams
Of starry nights and sunny days
Cool winter mornings, wet drizzling evenings
Silent whispers and joyous laughter
Let me dream, let me live.

Sunday, 25 November 2012

Friday, 16 November 2012

The Bankster - A Book Review

The Bankster

Title : The Bankster
Author : Ravi Subramanian
Language : English
No of pages : 364

Thanks to Blogadda, I had a chance of reading Ravi Subramanian for the very first time. One thing I can say for sure, is that The Bankster has left me quite enlightened about how the banking industry functions. Two pages down the book I completely lost interest and somehow didn't want to go ahead. However, I managed to convince myself to continue reading and let me tell you, I wasn't disappointed. 

A fast paced modern thriller, The Bankster begins in Angola and moves on to shuttle between Mumbai, Kerala and Venice. And towards the end all locations connect together under the same story line  It is a tale that is enveloped around the issue of money laundering and corrupt practices within the banking industry, a series of mysterious murders, and the efforts of an old man in Kerala  to fulfill the promise made to his dying son.

What I liked about the book is that the author successfully manages to maintain the suspense till the very end. However, there is a certain lack in the depth of character description caused perhaps because of the presence of too many characters in the book which leaves you confused at times. At times the story moves fast while at other times its drags along. Nevertheless, the suspense keeps building. Also the stereo typed depiction of the modern day career oriented women is uncalled for as much as the occasional banter between colleagues.

Overall, The Bankster is an interesting read. The language is quite simple and is deplete of complicated banking terminology, which makes it easy to understand and follow. 

About the author: 
Ravi Subramanian is the award winning author of four bestselling books : If God was a Banker (2007), I Bought the Monks Ferrari (2007), Devil in Pinstripes (2009) and The Incredible Banker (2011). Ravi’s maiden fiction venture, If God Was a Banker was published in 2007, establishing itself as a National Bestseller. The book has sold over 200,000 copies and has been widely appreciated by readers across genres and age groups. The book also won the prestigious Golden Quill Award for Readers Choice in the year 2008. (
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Thursday, 15 November 2012

A Noisy Affair

Boom boom boom!

Can't bear the noise anymore.

In spite of having locked myself in my room, the cacophony follows me around. My ear drums long for some solitude. Some silence. Some peace.

But seems as though I'll have to keep waiting. Keep bearing.

What leaves me pondering is how the bursting of obnoxiously loud crackers can cause a spiritual elevation of any sort.

Unfair it is. Not to forget, the added pollution in the atmosphere. Depletion of the poor old ozone layer. And also the child labor involved in the manufacture of these crackers.

Say "NO" to patakas! Peace!

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Stay or fade?

Unclear visions 
Unseen treasures
Unknown pathways

Will they stay?
Or will they fade away?

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

My Song

You're my song
I can only sing of you
You're my life
The reason I breathe

I am grateful 
For all you've done for me
You're the one that I love
You're the one that I adore
Lord, my soul longs after you...

Saturday, 20 October 2012

Broken Memories

A glimpse through the days gone by,
Trying hard to remember the feelings imbibed.
Of broken memories and blurred visions,
Unshaped and unformed,
An attempt to recollect.

Giving up I give away.

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Chairs are like Facebook?

Facebook hits 1 billion users.

And so they decide to come up with an ad. Facebook's very first ad. 

Mark Zuckerburg, probably wanted to tell us that Facebook is a crucial, integral, inseparable part of our existence. So he went on to compare Facebook to chairs. C-H-A-I-R-S???

And not just chairs, Facebook is also like doorbells, airplanes, bridges, dance floors, basketball and finally the universe. 

We sit on chairs, ring doorbells, fly on airplanes, cross over bridges, dance on dance floors, play basketball. 

But how is it connected to Facebook?

Well, what is Facebook? A social networking platform, with 1 billion users around the globe. 

But this commercial has failed to pass the message, and can only be termed as bizarreFacebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg wrote of the commercial that "for the first time in our history, we've made a brand video to express what our place is on this earth.We believe that the need to open up and connect is what makes us human. It's what brings us together. It's what brings meaning to our lives". What???

Is it just me or do you feel the same?
Here's the ad if you happened to miss it. :)

Saturday, 6 October 2012

10 Things About God's Own Country

Here's a list of 10 things I noticed on my recent visit to Kerala:

1. One can never predict a hartal. Any day, any time and your travel plans can go berserk.

2. Everybody's building a house, a huge one, only to either keep it locked, or for their old parents to stay. Two oldies, in a big mansion. Spooky.

3. Every second person wants to make it to the "gelf". As always!

4. Getting married in Kerala is a very bad idea.

5. Every third person I met kept asking me if I was a nurse. Come on, are you kidding me?

6. No matter how expensive gold can get, all the jewelry showrooms are filled with customers. Bling!

7. Around every corner of the road is a multi-storeyed shopping centre. Wow.

8. Travelling in a transport bus can be a very taxing affair, I'd prefer the crowded Mumbai locals.

9. Match making is a favorite pass time. And it can get really hilarious at times.

10. People there have a heart of gold and they love entertaining and feeding their guests. You're bound to put on a few kilos.

No matter what, Kerala is beautiful, and all my relatives there are wonderful people.

 And I'm already missing all my little nieces and nephews.

Kerala, when will I see you next?

Friday, 5 October 2012

Back Again!

Is it a writer's block or have I been too busy? I just don't know. It feels as though there are too many things stuffed into my head, waiting to explode.

Good Lord, I've so missed blogging. 

Some travelling, cousins getting married, new assignments in hand and the blogger in me went missing for a while. But no worries, I'm back and will continue to do what I love doing the most. BLOGGING!!

Can't wait to hit the blogosphere again. :)

Friday, 7 September 2012

The Urge

there's a strong urge in me. 
to breath. and yet not to fit in but to stand out. 
to stand against the flow. fight against it. 
to shout out loud. make my voice heard. 
to fly. to rise above the clouds. 
to kill my fears. overpower.
to live differently. color my own rainbow.
 to live life the way i wish to.
the one life that i have. every moment. every dream.
 to make it true. to make it real.

Thursday, 6 September 2012

Happy Times

So I've been published yet again. And this time my article is on LTGTR (Let The Good Times Roll) , an online youth magazine.

Let The Good Times Roll Magazine

Here's the link to the published article:

Keep reading, keep blogging! :)

Book Review: The lost Story

Title : The Lost Story
Authors: Amit Goyal and Sudhanshu Gupta
Genre: Fiction
Rating : 4/5

The plot of The Lost Story revolves around Sandy, an aspiring writer who gets the golden opportunity to work with the very acclaimed Salim Afzal. Together they decide to write a book that contains a collection of short stories, with the understanding that one of them would start the story and the other would end it. 

The stories by itself are surprisingly fresh and interesting and with each chapter the authors get us curious about Salim's past and the secret behind the locked door. In all, the novel is simple, light and refreshing.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Mediahouse Mumbai - An Introduction

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Here's some of their recent clicks:

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Monday, 3 September 2012

Saturday, 25 August 2012

Jamie Grace - Hold Me

Couldn't get any better! :)

I love, I love, I love, I love the way you hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way you hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way you hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way you, the way you

I've had a long day, I just wanna relax
Don't have time for my friends, no time to chit chat
Problems at my job, wonderin' what to do
I know I should be working but I'm thinking of you and

Just when I feel this crazy world is gonna bring me down
That's when your smile comes around

Oh, I love the way you hold me, by my side you'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love the way you hold me, in your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way

I love you more than the words in my brain can express
I can't imagine even loving you less

Lord, I love the way you hold me
Whoa, oh, I love the way you hold me
Whoa, oh

Well ya, took my day and you flipped it around
Calmed the tidal wave and put my feet on the ground
Forever in my heart, always on my mind
It's crazy how I think about you all of the time

And just when I think I'm 'bout to figure you out
You make me wanna sing and shout

I love the way you hold me, by my side you'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love the way you hold me, in your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way

I love you more than the words in my brain can express
I can't imagine even loving you less

Lord, I love the way you hold me
Whoa, oh, I love the way you hold me
Whoa, oh

I'm so grateful and thankful for all you've done
Wish I could tell you in a short story or poem
But all I have is my voice and this guitar
And you have my heart

Oh, I love the way you hold me, by my side you'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way
I love the way you hold me, in your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day, every day, every

I love the way you hold me, by my side you'll always be
You take each and every day oh-so-special
I love the way you hold me, in your arms I'll always be
You take each and every day, make it special in some way

I love you more than the words in my brain can express
I can't imagine even loving you less

Lord, I love the way you hold me
Whoa, oh, I love the way you hold me
Whoa, oh
Oh, I love

I love, I love, I love, I love the way you hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way you hold me
I love, I love, I love, I love the way you hold me, hold me, hold me

Monday, 20 August 2012

An Escape Into Fantasy

She walked with random steps:
some long, some short,
some fast, some slow.
Lost in thoughts,
away from self;
her feet dragged her along.

The roads were almost empty,
the streets as though abandoned.
Where did all the people go?
She wondered,
but did not stop to look.

The last song was left unsung,
A story incomplete or so,
But how did it matter now?

She heard some voices behind, 
but did not turn to see.
The voices from her past,
that tormented her, 
ridiculed her, used her.

She fastened her pace.
Broke into a run.
 But where was she running to?
The voices would soon come for her.

But how did it matter now?
For she had conquered her fears,
she had silenced the voices.

Her hands gave away,
And what appeared now,
looked like wings.
Oh, how she had longed for them,
And now it had come true.

She flung her wings in the air,
her body fighting the gravity,
as she rose up and flew,
into the sky and over the clouds.
She soared in the wide blue atmosphere,
the past was now mere history,
and her pains just a vague memory.

For she had escaped into fantasy!

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Mumbai's Lifeline

The twelve coached serpent slithers on the rail
Pausing, spewing, swallowing, speeding
Overloaded, overburdened
But undeterred and undaunted
It goes on with its task.
Mission impossible, made possible.

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Monday, 6 August 2012

Into the Void

It was a cold, windy night. He stared into the darkness from out of his window, his eyes in search for a glimmer of hope.

But all he found was darkness and more darkness. He longed to be comforted, to be understood, but time and again he found himself alone; alone in this battle called life. All his dreams lay shattered, torn into pieces. The days were long and the nights even longer. Sleep was rare, less painful. But then, there were these nightmares, the screams, the cries; the fear of getting lost in the woods.

The morning light was brutal too. The chirping of the birds did not help either. The happy faces on the street stabbed him each time they passed by.They reminded him of a life, he could have had. The sight of children made his heart ache.  Laughter, depressed him. At times, the pain became unbearable and he sought out means to find an outlet to his bottled up emotions. But his eyes refused to relent, they refused to pour.

And then there were these attempts in picking up the broken pieces, but to his dismay he always failed. The more he immersed himself in work, the more alienated he felt. Meaningless, everything had become meaningless to him.

He'd once been a good son, a sincere student, an affectionate husband, a loving father. But now, he was all alone.

"Life has to go on. No matter what, the battle has to be fought", he thought as the sun rose from above the horizon. It was a new day. A new beginning.

He took out his pen to sign his first alimony cheque.

This post was chosen as one of BlogAdda's Tangy Tuesday Picks on 7th August 2012.

Tangy Tuesday Picks

Friday, 3 August 2012

You're All I Need

It's so true
You're all I need
I've come this far
but when I look back
You made the mountains 
look so easy
And the walk never
was so lonely
Filling my heart with hope
Giving a reason to live
Guiding me through it all
Picking me up when I fall
Jesus, you're all I need.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

I'm Alive

Source: Google Images
The rain drops 
kissed my cheeks,
As the soothing breeze 
calmed my soul.
The sound of fresh down pour
tickled my senses;
blinding my thoughts
hiding my fears,
the fragrance of which
brought with it
a flash of colors -
of memories sweet
and luscious dreams.
Let me breathe in,
Let me live some more...

Monday, 23 July 2012

Does India Need A President?

Its time to bid farewell to Pratibha Patil as Raisina Hill is all set to welcome the 13th President of India, Pranab Mukherjee. I must say, Ms. Patil, the first woman President of the country who had faced widespread criticism over her large number of foreign visits and her plans to build a retirement house on land owned by the defense ministry remained only to be a ritualistic figure.

Found at all times with her head covered and with a gentle smile on her face, she appeared merely to be a symbolic figure that represented the highest office in the country. Though she often emphasized on the need for women empowerment; nothing much was done in this regard. There were a whole lot of things that she could have looked upon, issues that could have been addressed. This makes me wonder, have her predecessors done anything better or rather does India need a President at all?

According to the Constitution of India , the President has several legislative, executive, judicial, military and financial powers. However most of these powers are subject to the approval and consent of the Parliament. So, is the President a rubber stamp, a mere political pawn?

The 76 years old Pranab Mukherjee, a veteran politician known for his remarkable knowledge of parliamentary and economic affairs no doubt is an asset to the country. Having started off his career as a clerk, today he stands to be the person who holds the highest office in the country, that of a President. He has come a long way. A store house of knowledge,wisdom and experience he does promise to be "everybody's president". But will he differ from the others? 

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Desirable: 55 Fiction

The wind blew against her hair, caressing her dusky cheeks. The evening sun made her face glow. He stood there on the street gazing at her beauty, paralyzed with an outburst of sudden emotion.

The next morning , to his disbelief he saw her entering his class. "Good Morning, students, I'm Sandra, your new History lecturer".

Source: Google images

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Set Me Free

I  am a woman.
Source : Google Images
Created by the Almighty
For His own purpose divine
But why is it that I,
Have often been deprived of my rights?
Have often been treated with contempt?
Think of it, I'm human too,
With dreams to live,
And a life to lead.
I am she, I deserve much better!

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Being a Malayalee

Yes, I am a Malayalee. Don't take me by mistake. I'm no friend of Bruce Lee. Ai em ya zimple Malayalee. :)  (Malayalee  is the term used to refer to the native speakers of Malayalam, originating from the Indian state of Kerala.) 

 But no, I'm not a nurse. Nor am I a doctor or an engineer. Also let me say, my hair is neither curly nor does it drip with 'coconut' oil. Gold does not interest me and I 'm not in the least ambitious of making it to the 'gelf'. I've never draped a kasavu saree nor has my hair ever been adorned with jasmine flowers.Though I'm a lover of books and reading I've never been exposed to Malayalam literature so I really don't know. I'm not a foodie and guess thats why Malayalam cuisine fails to interest me. But I can live on banana chips and fried fish. I don't understand Kathakali at all, for that matter I've never been trained in classical dance or singing. I'm not a big fan of Malayalam cinema, though I secretly admire modern avatars of Prithviraj and some other newbies. I admit it takes a while for me to decipher the written word but I think I can speak in a better manner than the hosts of popular Malayalam television reality shows. My vocabulary and pronunciation is not that great, as my tongue almost always fails to twist in the necessary fashion. Ain't I hopeless?  

The only factor that makes me a Malayalee is that I was born in Kerala, to Malayalee parents and christened with a highly typical Malayalee name and can somehow speak the language though not without grammatical errors. Kerala, my native place only remains to be a holiday destination and visited otherwise when cousins get married or engaged. At every visit I am scrutinized from head to toe. I'm told I don't eat enough. My North Indian friends in college thought I scored better than them, because I eat RICE; the secret of a Malayalee's intelligence quotient. They don't just get it!

But all said, I'm happy to have been born as one. I can always say, I belong to God's own country. After all, we are an intelligent, efficient and hardworking lot (conditions apply). Be it Tiruvalla, Tripura or Timbuktu, we are everywhere. Where ever we go we create a "mini-Kerala" of our own. Maybe, someday we will rule the world. However, I'm not sure if I'd ever like to marry a Malayalee guy who wears a 'mundu' and has a thick mustache and that too at the expense of a fat dowry. Hopefully not. 

Dare you call me a Mallu, call me a Malayalee!

 I have to end with this PJ. You must try reading it aloud...

"How does a Malayalee spell moon? : MOON - Yemma Woah yet another Woah Yenna" :)

Pictures have been sourced from Google Images

Monday, 9 July 2012

Tress Distress

Dove IndiBlogger Contest Runner-up

Growing up wasn't easy. Growing up meant discarding the childish dreams and fantasies that had almost begun to seem real, all thanks to "fairy tales". Growing up also urged me to stop believing that a fairy godmother would appear out of the blue and give me a magnificent solution to all my girly woes with a quick flutter of the magical wand. 

Well, let me put that down in words. So with much difficulty and heart ache I say: Fairy tales are purely fictional, and fairies mere fictitious characters and so is Mr. Prince Charming. That was tough! 

Now having established that, magic is mere illusion, I had to move on in life and attempt to create solutions at my own strength and at my own risk. 

So to say, beautiful, healthy and voluptuous hair is every woman's dream. Given that, this filament growing from the scalp is often regarded to be a woman's glory. Be it curly, straight or wavy, the woman's hair is her beauty.

"The hair is the richest ornament of women." - Martin Luther

"Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead;
And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head
Fell carelessly behind."
~Publius Terentius Afer

Also women love to experiment with their hair. So did I. The plethora of hair products used and the constant shift from one to another added with the stress of a modern lifestyle and the polluted environment led to the beginning of my misery.

Strands of hair, strands of mane
Here, there, everywhere
In the bathroom, on the towel
Here, there, everywhere
On the comb, on the floor
Here, there, everywhere...

Alas! The volume of my hair was badly affected. It was traumatizing to see the amount of hair that would fall each time I brushed. And friends would go,"Oh...whats wrong with your hair?? You should try this, this and this..." Every time I would see a Deepika Padukone or a Kareena Kapoor on the screen with gorgeous hair swaying against the wind, my heart would sink. Hair fall was taking a toll on my self esteem and I began to hate my hair.

When finally I decided that enough was enough and since I had realized that there wouldn't be any fairy to help me, I chalked out a plan to help myself. And this is exactly what I did:
  • Began to consume a whole lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and dairy products
  • Avoided any sort of chemical treatments that would further damage my hair 
  • Started massaging my scalp with olive oil once in a week
  • Drank 10 to 12 glasses of water on a daily basis
  • Stopped washing my hair with hot water
  • Found a shampoo that suited my hair: "Dove Hair fall Rescue"

Slowly and steadily the situation was brought under control and that was the end of my hair problems.

 I still love trying different things with my hair but I also make sure that I take proper care of my precious tresses. Thanks to Dove I've fallen in love with my silky, smooth, ravishing hair all over again and I also have to make a conscious effort to keep my hands of them. To sum it up, Dove was definitely the magic that happened to me...

The above post is my entry to the Indiblogger's "My Beautiful Hair Story" contest. You must try Dove's Hair - Aware App and get to know your hair better.

P.S - All pictures have been sourced from Google Images.

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