Twisted Grand-grand-grandson of PRINCE CHARMING

Once upon a time there was a land called "Far,Far Away",  and there lived a prince.  Even in his infancy the King and Queen recognized their son’s appeal, so they decided to name him Prince Charming.  As the prince grew up, his royal parents breathed a sigh of relief because they knew he would live up to his name.  They later admitted, “We took a bit of a chance.  Thank God he turned out the way he did.  It would have been pretty embarrassing to have an ugly, socially awkward son named Prince Charming.”

When the prince wasn’t making royal appearances at balls or waving to peasants from atop his white horse, he enjoyed acting in local plays.   He had managed to get some bit parts with the Brothers Grimm, but didn’t rise to true stardom until Walt Disney discovered him in 1937 and cast him in their classic movieSnow White and the Seven Dwarfs.  Even though he was only referred to as “the prince” in the credits, he was still pretty psyched to star in his first feature film.  He had girls of all ages, and even a few of their mothers, swooning over him and singing, “Someday my prince will come…”


Thirteen years later (though amazingly enough, he looked like hadn’t aged at all), Walt Disney finally gave Prince Charming the credit he deserved in the movie Cinderella.  He friends could no longer tease him about being cast as the generic prince because his name was right there in black and white.  After that, he was a household name and the source of many women’s fantasies.  Female peasants mobbed him every time he left the castle, and he was getting more princess ass than he knew what to do with.

But all good things, no matter how charming, must come to an end.  Right around the time women were (symbolically) burning their bras and Aretha Franklin was demanding respect, Prince Charming died.  But his legacy lived on.  His genetic lineage is a bit hard to trace – probably because he spent several decades sowing his wild oats in a lot of royal (and occasionally, not so royal) beds.  But in 2005, after years of exhaustive research, a genealogist managed to track down one of his modern day heirs.  You might have heard of him – his name is Edward Cullen.


Though far more sulky and sparkly than his royal ancestor, he still manages to score big with the ladies.  It seems women love him despite his overly protective, often controlling behavior, and his prudish, old-fashioned ideals in the bedroom.  They don’t even seem to mind the fact that he’s about as cuddly as Michelangelo’s David. Edward not only sweeps girls off their feet, he also carries them high into treetops and races with them through dense forests.  Holy crap, you should see him run – Usain Bolt has got nothin’ on this guy!  And much like his charming predecessor, he’s got the saving damsels in distress gig down pat.  He’s definitely the guy you want to have around if you ever find yourself surrounded by a pack of drunken townies in a dark alley.  Although girls should be warned that he has a bit of a temper (especially around gorgeous werewolves), and occasionally gets the maddening urge to drink your blood.  But other than that, he’s usually the picture of chivalry and self-restraint


And this bright several generation post grandson of prince charming has set the epic record of receiving most number of female heartthrobs, specially the teenagers..They do not know why they are entranced. They only know how. And this according to critics and psycologist," When she reads Twilight, she is sucking up a complex maelstrom of psychosexual metaphor, and all before lunch." Goodbye Famous Five and Timmy, you horrid little dog. Goodbye Harry Potter and your dull suburban wand. You are a 20th-century, one-dimensional metaphor of a character. We have outgrown you.

Edward Cullen is the lover the young girl desires and fears. "The vampire is a metaphor for the predatory yet alluring boy,", the young girl wants to be chased and predated, But the young girl also wants to save the vampire; to rescue him from his lonely eternity. He is a photogenic monster with good hygiene. "To be a vampire is a very sad fate,and this brings out the desire to nurture and protect him. They just want to suck on our blood. This is a metaphor for how much we need love and how much we need to be needed. We see our own vulnerabilities in them."







In the fourth Twilight novel, Breaking Dawn, Bella becomes a powerful vampire; she finds her fangs and loves them. This happens in Bram Stoker's Dracula, too, to Lucy Westenra. "Lucy is initially a tender virgin but once she has been bitten, she becomes a violent virago stalking cemeteries looking for children to sink her fangs into," . When reading vampire fiction,  the teenager is "confronting an image of her own inadmissible desires. She is staring into a dark mirror."

In the end, becoming a vampire allows the teenager to experience power.  "Vampire genre allows the protagonist to be both the author of her own destiny and the victim of forces beyond her control. It allows women to have it both ways – strong and vulnerable to the darker forces."







So there you have it – Twilight. No doubt it has much more emotional depth than Harry Potter. So, no wonder they love it and are longing for more.

Jo tera hai woh mera hai......

I, me, myself… boring hai
'us' and 'we' interesting hai
Internet hai toh friendship hai
Friendship hai toh sharing hai

Jo mera hai woh tera hai
Jo tera hai woh mera

Hey! ungliyon se mujhe drag kar le
Mazey ke har pal tag kar le


Mera nashta tera cup-plate ho
Feeling teri mera update ho
Jokes pe mere wink bhej de
Jaaye tu jahaan mujhe link bhej re

Jo mera hai woh tera hai
Jo tera hai woh mera

Jeb teri mera kharcha ho
Blog mera tera charcha ho




Main aur tu se hum bane
Hum se bane hum sab
Sab se jude toh zindagi
hey! zindagi wassup!

Tera bike mera hike
Tera post mera like
Tera sur mera geet
Tera gossip mera tweet
Padhoon har ek look
Tera face mera book
Mera sukh tera sukh
Tera dukh mera dukh

Jo mera hai woh tera hai
Jo tera hai woh mera




life is kind of like a party.  You invite a lot of people, some leave early, some stay all night, some laugh with you, some laugh at you, and some show up really late.  But in the end, after the fun, there are a few who stay to help you clean up the mess.  And most of the time, they aren’t even the ones who made the mess.  These people are your real friends in life.  They are the ones who matter most....

I have thousands of friends.. friends.. friend's friends and friend's friend's friend... and so on. But there are only a handful of them in my cup of coffee..

Thatz because something they do are very different... and the difference adds chaska to the mood.

My crazy buds see my tears while others believe in my smile... no matter how hard I try to hide it, they catch it... they say " abey oye.. yeh tera aankh aaj nal kyun ban gya hai ???"

My foodie crazies grab each others plate as if they have been starving to death..... " tera plate ka khana jyada tasty hoga sayad, dikh toh raha hai xtra yummy... zara chakh ke toh dekhen..." nd 'abraca dabra' .... all my food vanishes...


During xams, " kitna padh rai hai be... tu itna padh legi toh hamare liye gyan kuch bachega hi nai...", pre exams nights passes with giving each other the inspiration to write in exams ( without thinking what we ourself gonna write )

Teasing , fighting and mimicry are the three best platform of showing their multitalented personalities... lollzzz believe me... my whole paltan has immense potential to blow out the entire bollywood talents... may it with 'donkey singing' or 'monkeydancing'.

The secrets we share, the crushes we make, the promises we keep, the fun we do...  from ten people eating a single pizza to twenty people sharing the same homework writting... from endless movie tranfers to countless nonsense talks... from high fives to high hugs.... every moments, every seconds makes our days, our life more shiny...

Thanx for making my moments soo colourful, so cheerful and so wonderful...
My crazy,dazzy,lazy,lovey-dovey folks...

 FOR MY FRIENDS

I'll be there for you.. if you hav got secrets to tell, we can talk all day long....

If you need some place to hide, you can hold my hands for a while...

If your sky begins to fall, i'll stay with you till you smile...

Whenever you feel sad or empty inside, i'll show you you are not alone...
If you get lost there, i'll come and take you home...
I'll go with you somewhere else, 

 if you need to get away...




And when nothing seem to be going right.. and you need a friend... I'll stay...

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY..

Zindagi ka safar, hai ye kaisa safar, koi jana nahin, koi samjha nahin....

“Babumoshai…Zindagi ek rangmanch hai, aur hum sab us rangmanch ki kathputliyan… Jiski dor upar wale ke haath me hai… Usse na aap badal sakte hain na hum”

O Mere Dil Ke Chaen, Chaen Aaye Mere Dil Ko Dua Kijiye - as Rajesh Khanna sashayed in his sports car, scarf flowing from his neck, shades in place, crooning Kishore Kumar's mellifluous melody in Mere Jeevan Saathi, lakhs of Indian women missed a heart beat.

Yes, 'Roop Tera Mastana' or 'Chingari Koi Badke' also symbolised RK, but for me the abiding image of Rajesh Khanna will always remain 'O Mere Dil Ke Chaen.' It captured India's first megastar in all his many-splendoured glory. Rajesh Khanna was a true blue superstar, a demigod who embodied the characteristics of two legends of the yesteryear - the romanticism, flair and chutzpah of Dev Anand and the tragi-histrionic abilities of Dilip Kumar.

In the five-year span which saw him emerge as B-Town's first superstar, Rajesh Khanna, or Kaka as he was known in the industry, was all the rage, until he was supplanted by the Paul Muni-baritoned Amitabh Bachchan in Namak Haram. In fact, at the premiere of Namak Haram at Mumbai's Liberty cinema, Khanna in his candour told director Hrishi-da - 'My time is up, the new superstar has arrived,' pointing to his co-star - Bachchan.

He did hits like Ittefaq,Amar Prem, Kati Patang, Anuraag, Anurodh, Ajnabee, Mehbooba,Aan Milo Sajna and Andaz , Khamoshi,Safar,Prem Kahani etc. As many as 15 blockbuster hits simply rolled off the conveyor belt. With Hrishi-da, he made many memorable and acclaimed films - Anand, Bawarchi, Namak Haram. His ouevre being a combination of stylish romantic and the emotionally high-strung tragic heroes. Personally, he was egotistical, whimsical and completely paranoid about failure.

Those were not the days of the Rs.100-crore club. The success of a film was decided by how long it ran. Hit films celebrated silver, golden or platinum jubilee at single screen theatres.

Khanna started the trend of romantic films in Bollywood and gave consecutive hits, which created a frenzy of sorts at the box office. Film-makers would call him the Midas Man of the box office. They would work overtime on romantic scripts to suit Khanna's appeal and work at ensuring great music, which they knew would do wonders if teamed with Khanna.

At the peak of his popularity, Kaka would sign small-budget films that did wonders at the box office only because of his presence.

"Hrishikesh Mukherjee's Anand was the biggest example of a small-budget film which went on to become a phenomenal success at the box office. Till date, Anand is known as one of the best examples of a small-budget film that made a fortune," 

It was this aura that never let him go though he was pushed to the sidelines by the angry young men of subsequent generations. So he came back with superlative character roles in Avtaar and Amrit and re-established his relevance in commercial cinema. And maybe it was out of a sense of premonition that he got off his sick bed to acknowledge the generations who stood behind him with the punchline, “Babumoshai, mere fans mujhse koi nahi chheen sakta (nobody can take my fans away from me).”

What was his secret that made him so unique?  Shashi Kapoor was killer in the looks department.  Joy, Biswajeet, Feroz, Sanjay, Jeetu, Manoj were all proven romantic material, so what made him so… different?  In 2012, it might be near impossible for youngistan to understand, but he transmitted a charm – innocent and romantic – that was mesmeric and universal, making him a true har-dil-azeez. Add to it,  his stylised dialogue delivery (“Pushpa – I hate tears”), mannerisms, style of dancing, enchanting way of carrying songs, ability to emote (Anand, Safar, Namak Haram, Bawarchi, Amar Prem, Aap Ki Kasam, Aavishkar, Khamoshi) when called for…

“Babu moshai, zindagi badi honi chahiye, lambi nahi”

With all the glories and stardom , that one can ever achieved,after making his life really BADI, our  beloved KAKA passed away on July 18 due to liver infection. But he'll undoubtedtly remain THE IMMORTAL SUPERSTAR GLITTERING IN THE HEARTS OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE FOREVER.......

"ANAND MARA NAHIN, ANAND MARTE NAHIN."

This piece of poetry from the film UDAAN always reminds me of my slow but steady transition from the farthest day that I could remember to the latest day I am living.
Awesome, awesome, awesome...... a piece of self memorabilia

Snatched Happiness.......

This is a story , I remember my mom's telling me last year this day and also I came across this story a magazine.










It was 8th March. Parvati didn't know the date, the day or the occasion that was being celebrated in the cities. she did not want to know also. She has never seen city lights. A woman from a village who dreamt that one day she would see the city lights, but there she was, sitting in the corner of the room. To call it a room will be wrong, it was worse than a prison cell.



She recalls the day of her marriage. She was young, only 18, but excited. Her husband had promised her to take to the citysome day, but that day never came. Parvathi's husband was a city bus conductor. The news came that the bus had met with an accident and the conductor had died.


Parvati was not in love with him, but she cared and respected him. He passed away after two months of their marriage. He was 10 years older than her.


The news came yesterday and the body came today. She was not even allowed to touch the body. Her colourful dresses and jewellery were snatched and burnt the minute the news came. She was traumatised by her husband's death but even more shaken by her in-laws behaviour.


Tears ran down her cheeck. She knew what would haappen to her now. two men dashed in through the door. parvati looked up. 


"Will this be the end then?" she thought. She was just 18, she wanted to see the world. 


Two men pulled her up by the arms. She was taken outside and saw that her husband's pyre burning. The flames mystified her eyes. Her ears listened to the words that were being called to her- witch, murderer, demon, cursed and so on, but her instinct did not react. Her cheeks glistened with teardrops.


She knew what would happen to her now. She did not open her mouth. She just blamed the society in which she was born and envied the women in the cities which was far far away from her village.


the men gripped her hand tighter and she knew that she did not have any more time. Parvati closed her eyes as they pushed her into the fire and she was engulfed by the burning flames.

Parvati did not even know it was actually her day, it was WOMEN'S DAY. She could not have imagined that her gender itself had a day foe themselves, that tere was a day for women. Yes, the world has a WOMEN'S DAY, but what use of it when so many women like parvati in rural areas across the country are victims of malpractices, superstitions, archaic rituals of our society. 







We can celebrate womanhood in true spirit when these rituals are abolished. On this day for Womanity, let's raise a toast to the allegory of birth,love,patience, serenity, divine THE WOMAN, and vow to initiate a step forward to stop the wretched society against HER.

Magic Does Exist......

Magic exists... who can doubt it when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple,such an extraordinary part of life we lead.

I define magic as the state of trance when only genuine positive and beautiful thoughts rush through your blood. You feel like floating in the cloud of happiness no matter how much unhappy you are.

I am feeling the moment of magic now.... in the rooftop of my hostel. The cool breeze brushing aside my hairs making them dance to their tune. The faint ,enchanting chants of namaz has wrapped the sky in its warmth. I see the white sun turning orange.... yellow... vermilion....red... then!!! disappearing to the infinite horizon. Is it not magic??? With the clouds, playing faces change and moon judging  their game.. My heart is witnessing the pangs of magical beauty. The long meadows of greenary appears as a gown of fine silk on the earth. And thinking about all these magic, a chill of shiver runs in me... as if I have bcome a captive of its hypnotism.

And now when the cutains of darkness starting to fall... the 'jugnus' are making the moments for me. The little flying things floating in the smoothness of air reminding me of the flying lamps in the fairy tales stories.... those fairy tales which used to take my childhood dreams into the grasp of imagination..

M silent, the world around me is peaceful.... and in the midst of this eerie of silence I could hear a murmuring sound.... Oh!!! got hold of it.... itz my heart singing a self made tune of melody... although itz a bit trackless.. but m loving it.... I got the lessons of self-love from silence only......




I left the rooftop with memorable a state of ataraxy......... AMEN !!!

DIL AKHIR TU KYUN ROTA HAI ???

                                                                     Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya

Jab ghum ka saya lehraya
Jab aansoo palkon tak aya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya

Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya
…Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yunhi hota hai

Yeh jo gehre sannate hain
Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain
Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai 

Isn't this quite peculiar about life??? Have you ever wondered why do we get upset when we depart from loved ones rather being happy that the distance is bound to make them more closer to us... why do we cry over failures, rather refueling ourselves for the next success from it.... We want warmth in winter and cooling in summer. Why it doesn't happen that we accept them for their indivisualism. 

 Even the worst thing in this universe has a goody in it... just it goes missing from our superficial eyes. And we start talking the worst of the worst about that.  Itz not the wound that gives us pain, itz our perception of pain that makes us sad. Itz the missing of our positive attitude that makes our life miserable. Each tear can seem memorable if u get the hidden happiness behind it. Every enemies can be your friend when u identify goodness within them. Your failures wont hurt you if you understand the inspiration beneath them. 

Life was glory, life is beautiful and life will be rocking if you get positiveness inside it. Then life will be a party for you, a grand carnival, because life is a moment we are living right now.