TEN REASONS QUEEN IS A MUST WATCH

1. Kangana Ranaut and Lisa Haydon (Hello, guys!)

  All the boys are in for a treat if they plan to go and watch this movie (if you know what I mean!)

2. Mish Boyko

Yes, of course! The filmmakers couldn’t possibly be unfair to the ladies, now, could they?

While Lisa and Kangana light up the screen , Mish Boyko gives the girls a perfect mixture of smouldering looks and a pretty face (and consequential figurative mini orgasms)

3. A reason to travel alone.

(Possibly for your honeymoon. ALONE.)

Honestly, if I ever get to go for a honeymoon like this, I wouldn’t EVER mind getting married..er..getting my marriage called off. Late nights. Out with strangers-who-will-eventually-turn-friends-after-I-tell-them-my-dukhbhari-daastan. Walking on the streets with no idea as to wherever it is that I’m going. Paris ki andheri galiyon mein chalte jana!

4. Make mistakes.

Okay, I’m not saying that go out and drink and party the night away. These are all bad things. Okay, kids? (Namaste, auntyji!)

But yes, go out. Have fun. Trust. Get your heart broken. Make mistakes. Learn. And most importantly, EXPLORE.  (Just don’t get arrested.:P)

It’s but one lifetime and it’s too short to be the ideal kid and not make any mistakes..I mean..nahi nahi! Mummy papa ki saari baatein maano!:D

                   

5. Move out of your comfort zone

“The comfort zone is a beautiful place. But nothing ever grows there”

Do something that you’ve never done before. Meet with people. Do something that you’re afraid to do! Do it, without the fear of being judged. And trust me, when you accomplish it, it’ll be nothing but sheer bliss!

6. Act goofy. Brings you happiness. Trust me, I know!:P

7. A plastic surgery for the mentality

No offense, auntyjis and unclejis! But it’s high time you let your daughter out. And without Chintoo this time.

To all the people who believe that a girl can’t take care of herself, PLEASE watch the movie. I beg of you. PLEASE. She’ll fumble, she’ll stumble, but she’ll triumph.

8. If you’re a girl who’s just broken up and is feeling alone, watch it.

This one’s for all the feminists out there! You, in fact, do NOT need a guy to make yourself happy. There isn’t always a guy that you need to protect you. Get up. Take charge. Win.

9. It’ll make you laugh, smile and cry. And most importantly, it’ll compel you to dream.

10. Not a happy ending that you’d expect, but certainly one that you’d love!

10 Ways To Annoy People

Hahahahahhaa! Hilarious!

Courtesy: http://wordsunspoken19.blogspot.in/

1. Poke Them

So, you discovered your friend is a teeny bit ticklish. What do you do? POKE THEM!! Because, it is good way to piss people off and it is FUN! :D



2. Doodle on THEIR register

What's new? Your friend's register! What will any innocent, sweet person do? YEP! You guessed it right! You'll ruin their register ^_^

Tips on how to ruin your friend's register:
Fill it with 'I love <insert crush's name &/or 'best friend's name'>
Fill it with random 'innocent' (if you know what I mean) words and phrases :P
Fill it with YOUR name



3. Stare At Them

Your friend started to talk about an extremely boring topic in a very monotonous tone. You want him/her to shut up. Best way to get them to shut up AND annoy them IS... 

To stare at them. Just keep looking at them without blinking. They will falter. :D



4. Mess Up Their Hair

It is fun to play with people's hair. What's more fun? Messing up their hair! 

You ask, 'Why?' 
I say, 'Just because.'.



5. Draw ON them

Because, the world is your canvas. And so are they :D



6. Give Them Funny Nicknames

Even I have my share of embarrassing nicknames. Tiny, Lilliput, chutki, shorty etc are few of the many nicknames of mine. 



7. TYPE IN UPPERCASE

So, that weird classmate started texting you. No problemo... STRT WRITING LYK DIS. Bet, it will SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. If he talks to you in person. SHOUT.



8. Smell

Mr. X starts talking to you. You don't like him. 
What to do? 
Start sniffing him. Sniff his shoulder. Or hair. Or whatever you like. He will probably get annoyed and just walk away.



9. Repeat What They Say

'This is a classic way to annoy someone.'
'This is a classic way to annoy someone.'
'No, really!'
'No, really!



10. Smell Your Feet

Yep! You read it right. Smell your feet. Actually, you know what is better than you smelling your feet in front of your friends. You ASKING THEM to smell your feet!

If at any point, you are slapped and/or punched and/or kicked for annoying people by using the above-mentioned methods. I bear no responsibility for that. Also, if you try to annoy ME using the above-mentioned methods, I promise that I will find you and I will kill you.

MUSINGS OF A METRO TRAVELLER (I FALL IN LOVE EVERYDAY)

Okay..so I wrote this for an event, but anywayy..give this a read! Leave in your comments, peeps.^.^


There he was, leaning against the wall. He had offered his seat to a lady (not sure if she could be referred to as one, considering the condescendingly intimidating expressions on her face and the horrifying aura that she was carrying around her), like a true gentleman would. A pair of headphones, resting on his messy hair, kissing the outlines of his ears. A pair of Ray-Ban shades, shining victoriously, sitting at the top his pear shaped nose, a hint of blue eyes peeking in through those translucent brown lenses. And from what I could decipher, his perfectly shaped lips were mumbling something familiar, something I had had an encounter with, something I knew.. I looked at those again. They were moving perfectly, not that there was a code of conduct conventionally set, that had to be followed.  I followed the movements of his mouth, trying my best to focus on deciphering whatever it was that they were trying to say to..me, but in vain. My eyes traced the curve of his neck, going all the way down to his broad shoulders. His loose T-shirt was not really accentuating his physique but one could get a glimpse of it from the protruding muscles from his arms, that subtly showed through the sleeves. My eyes followed back to tracing the features of his very beautiful face, his indented cheeks, his square jaw, and those eys, oh, those eyes! “Take those shades off”, I murmured under my breath. And it was almost as if God had blessed me with a midas tongue that he gradually slipped out his hand out of the pocket of the rotten pair of jeans that he was wearing and his thoughts concurred with mine. He unveiled his eyes with his hands and I couldn’t help but gaze at those with an expression on my face that I did not particularly want to show. I caught myself smiling like an idiot, for ‘apparently’ no reason at all. Those eyes, oh, those blue eyes! They moved around to scan the compartment, as if, to look for someone desperately. My heart was pounding. I fixed my hair and reset my position, like a kid would on seeing his teacher who’s supposed to grade him for the day. I felt..stupid, but delusionally happy. This was it. His eyes were following and would soon set their gaze on my face. I breathed, deep in, preparing myself for the moment. And boom! Our eyes met. His thick lashes disrupting the lock that his eyes had with mine, as he blinked. I was unconsciously trying not to do the same. I wanted to have the most of this moment, I didn’t want to miss a single blink of his eye, a single wrinkle on his forehead, a single freckle on his face. He might not be the most beautiful face I had ever seen, but he was sort of..perfect. My eyes locked on his, and it wasn’t until a second or two that I realized that there was a curve forming on his face and I could feeling my heart pounding right out of my chest. It was like a celebration inside my stomach, a party..like a thousand butterflies dancing inside and a single glimpse of this carnival showed on my face with a reciprocating curve. I wanted this. So badly. I wanted to go up to him and tell him how I had fallen for his eyes, his smile and his hair, but fate had planned otherwise. The bliss of two seconds was crushed by a voice saying, “Next station is Rajiv Chowk”. He turned his face in a thousand directions, gathering himself. I wasn’t sure until I saw him picking up his bag from the floor. I was..befuddled. I did not know what to say or do. I could’ve run a thousand miles to stay in this very moment, but reality kicked in. There was a knot in my stomach. I felt a sting. I desperately wanted him to stay. The pain was ascending now. I looked at him turn his back to me, waiting for the doors to open. I waited for one last glance and again, God was probably listening to all of my desires, but fulfilling only some, like a sadistic benefactor. He turned his head back to me and I saw the familiar curve on his face. It hit me like a thousand trucks. The pain was excruciating. I was resisting the pain with all my heart and gut and I succeeded. I think..because it wasn’t the pain that I was feeling now..I felt nothing..as I watched the doors open and witnessed his exit..from my life. I’d never see him..I went numb.

I was looking around like a zombie, seeing things, not thinking. And it wasn’t until the closing of the doors was disrupted by a figure that I grew out of my suicidal thoughts. I looked at the figure fighting his way through the doors and victoriously finding his way in. He was panting. I could see his face cringing..but it was sort of..beautiful. He kept his bag on the floor and started to gather himself. I felt the blood rushing through my veins again as I watched him settle in. There he was now, leaning against the walls..

A CHAT WITH MANSI AGGRAWAL (MadOverGifts)

Courtesy: http://foodartfashion.com/

MadOverGifts- It’s got EVERYTHING you need.

MadOverGifts- It’s got EVERYTHING you need.

-A chat with Mansi Aggrawal

   Mansi Aggrawal: Owner, MadOverGifts

She’s young.  She’s pretty (and hot!). She’s smart. She’s funny. She’s intelligent. She’s flamboyant. She’s incredibly friendly, but she wants to take the world by her hand. She’s humble, with a hint of attitude that sets her a class apart.

No, we’re not running a dating site here. We caught up with Mansi Aggarwal, the owner of MadOverGifts, or better yet, a label that she absolutely adores (and truly deserved at that)- an entrepreneur.

To all those peeps looking for a customised gift for their mothers/brothers/girlfriend(s)/sisters/girlfriend’s sisters/boyfriend/whoever-it-is-that-you-can-imagine, read on..

How did the idea come about?

Okay, so, it’s a pretty interesting story, actually. I’ve always been very fond of casinos. So, well, you can figure where this story is going (laughs). It was in 2012 that I went to Goa with all my money, only to come back home empty handed. I was seeing someone at that time and I offered to handle the finances of the something-special that I was supposed to do since he had already handled the anniversary affairs. Anyway, I get back home and check my credit cards, only to realize that I’m bankrupt! (laughs)

So, I didn’t want to get to my parents to ask for money and hence, I came up with the idea and the very next day, I had already travelled a couple of miles away to deliver my first order! (Way to go!)

I still remember the name of my first customer. It was Nikita from Amity University.(Hello, Nikita from Amity University! Mansi remembers you! Yay!)

Soo..yea, that was how it came about and it’s been, well, two and a half years now (wipes a tear off :P)

What prompted the name?

Okay, honestly, I’m like this huge ass doughnut lover. Soo..yea..MadOverDonuts (chuckles)

What makes MadOverGifts stand out?

I think it’s our ability to deliver quickly. Literally AND figuratively. You tell me that you need something in an hour or two and I can give you a dozen options for the same.

Had you not been doing this, what would you rather be doing?

Oh, I would definitely be an IAS officer.  My mother’s an IAS officer and I’ve grown up admiring her for the kind of work that she does and in fact, I was preparing for it! But then, MOG happened..well, I made it happen.

How does it feel to be referred to as an entrepreneur at such a young age?

Oh, it feels amazing! It’s genuinely overwhelming. The awe that I see on people’s faces when they ask me how old I was  when I started this (19) and how old I am now (22) is absolutely priceless. I can’t tell you how contented I feel when someone comes up to me and tells me,”Oh, you’re Mansi Aggrawal from MOG, right?” It feels like your work is being appreciated and there’s no better road to success and happiness.

Where do you see yourself in the next, say, five years?

Well, I would want MOG to be an international brand! I would want my stores to be the highlight of any and every city of the world, be it Paris, Barcelona or Banaras!

MOG is my baby and like any mother, I would want to see it grow into a full fledged person!

If MadOverGifts were a cupcake, what flavour would it be?

Definitely chocolate! Now, I can give you a profound reason and a not-so-profound one for this one.

Look, we only deal in chocolate cupcakes, first of all. Secondly, for any cupcake, you need a stable base and that stable base can only be provided by chocolate. Similarly, MOG has a very stable base. Thirdly, I am an insane lover of chocolates!

The backbone of MadOverGifts?

Mansi Aggrawal, darling! (laughs)

One word that defines MadOverGifts

It’s got EVERYTHING you need.

What gifts would you suggest in the following situations:-

Q1.A guy trying to woo back his distressed girl

A gold rose. That way he can tell her that his love for her will die only when the rose dies.

Q2.To someone that you want to break up with

Customised T-shirt saying ‘Game Over’

Q3.To an angry mother

Mothers are the most beautiful creatures in this world. You gift her anything and I can guarantee she’ll love it!

Q4.To that Frenemy who’s been bitching behind your back

A clipboard with the message: “Bitch, I know what happened”

Rapid Fire:-

-MadOverGifts- Mansi

-Mansi- Awesome

-Interviews- Dhwani

-Cupcake- Chocolate

A word of advice for all the budding entrepreneurs out there..

Don’t think too much, act. Just do it. Good things are supposed to happen to you in the end. And they will.

TEN THINGS TWILIGHT TAUGHT ME

1.       Never go to a bookstore in Port Angeles. (You might end up getting raped)

2.       Never get infatuated with the hot, sparkly guy in your class (chances are he’ll invite you over for dinner for..er..with his family on the very first date)

3.       Never go and research on that hot, sparkly guy. There are some things that you might not wanna know.(And mostly because you should have a life!)

4.       Don’t fall in love with a vampire.

5.       Don’t let a werewolf fall in love with you.

6.       Make sure 4. And 5. happen because if they don’t, you’re in for a war (quite literally!)

7.       If you do fall in love with your vampire guy, make sure you don’t go to his place for your birthday.(You might end up being the birthday dinner)

8.       I’m assuming you’ve fallen in love with your vampire guy. Now, if the werewolf guy is hot, go and cheat on your vampire guy with him and then blame it on the hormones. Better yet, blame your vampire boyfriend for messing with your feelings. He will apologize. Win/win.

9.       Don’t ask your vampire boyfriend why he’s in love with you. (Trust me, you don’t want to know.)

10.   Never sleep with a vampire. You’ll be spineless. Literally.

Bonus lesson: Somebody(a potential predator) breaking into your house in the middle of the night just to watch you sleep is NOT romantic. You might think it is, but it’s not.

EK THI DAAYAN

“For a moment, he thought he heard a woman’s voice..the wisdom of the ages..whispering up from the chasms of the earth”

“Brilliant”, I exclaimed as I turned the last page of the book over.

“Next station is Patel Nagar”, the voice informed the passengers and reflexively, I put the book back in my bag and steered through the crowd, finding my way to the magical portal that would transport me to a different dimension, a dimension unsupplied with the not-so-pleasant humanly scent (no pun intended), one with plentiful air to give my lungs a good treat. With God’s grace, I was able to get through the chakravyuh..alive. Phew.

Like always, I plugged my earphones in and walked down the stairs, discovering each step unconsciously, as though out of rehearsal. The daily 17 minute metro journey was a mundane one, with my not-yet-completely-failed attempts at making it a tad bit more interesting.(God bless the papyrus makers!)

Shit. I’m broke. Might as well pull off the puppy dog eyes tonight, I thought to myself when the exit gate screen shoved into my face, the harsh reality of my current finances.

I walked over to the elevator, the very enticing beats of When the Levee Breaks thumping into my eardrums now, and pushed the button.

Oh, the genius of Led Zeppelin, I thought to myself as I saw a lady approaching the elevator. The lady was well in her sixties, grey hair and withered skin. Her eye line was significantly enhanced by the dark smudge of kohl that she had probably worn like seven hours ago. She was wearing a black saree..a plain black saree and was carrying a simple bag that was resting its weight on her stout (yes, stout) shoulder. I’ve gotta admit, I hadn’t noticed her approaching in a conscious state, for metro travellers and elevator mates are strangers who either sometimes pass you by like a gentle blow of air, or stand right next to you awkwardly waiting for the seven second journey to get over so that they can get to their routines seven seconds early, or sometimes (if you’re lucky) pass you a smile..OR if you’re having a bad day, annoy the shit out of  you (No, really! That happens!). But there was something about her, that kept my gaze frozen at her sharp features.

Anyway, the elevator was now at our service. The doors opened and I offered her the first step into the ferry, thinking I was being courteous, only to get a straight, unthankful gesture in return which also reeked of a sense of arrogance and implied responsibility..my responsibility. Won’t lie, it was sort of a bummer. It’s situations like these when you feel like saying “Bhalai ka to zamaana hi nahi hai”.

Ignoring what had just happened, I walked into the elevator after her and faced the doors as they shut. What I then realized was that the lady that had just walked in was facing the other side of the elevator, her back striking a gaze with mine, which to me, was sort of..odd. And no, she wasn’t staring at the mirror. In fact, I could feel her very strong gaze set on my shoulder. She was looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

Anyway, I chose to ignore the bizarre behaviour, focusing my mind on the beats of the song again, not letting the thoughts of how unusually uncomfortable I felt in her presence, wander about in my mind. I felt my weight going against the gravity as the elevator picked up pace and ferried us to the ground floor. I breathed in a sigh of relief as the elevator came to a halt. It was weird how I felt a little comforted with the thought of the doors opening, with the thought of my home sweet home. I waited for the doors to open..for a couple of seconds, but to my utter disappointment, the doors were acting like a stubborn girlfriend. I pushed the button that stimulated the opening of the doors and waited for a couple of seconds more. Nothing.

Huh. This is weird. I thought, trying to contemplate as to what might have happened for the doors to get so angry with me. I looked behind me to look at the lady, for in situations like these, “such” people get very impatient and annoyed, to look for any signs of tenseness, but what my eyes set sight at was far more disturbing..

Nothing. NOBODY.

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL! SHE WAS RIGHT HERE! WHERE DID SHE GO?!, my mind was going a thousand thoughts a second, trying to figure out whatever the hell it was that had just happened. And paranoid, like we all are, I thought of something that I had never in the wildest of my dreams, imagined (okay, in the wildest of my dreams, maybe, but that’s not the point). My brain suddenly popped up the image of her black saree, thick grey hair, dark kohl and a smudge of red lipstick on the corner of her lips.

“Daayan..”, I murmured under my breath. All the childhood stories, all the legends, all the movies, and all the TV shows consequentially coming to an end with a real life experience. I froze for a second. I could feel the adrenaline rushing in to my arms and legs, giving rise to intense goose bumps. I did not know how to react. I wanted to break open the door and rush into my daddy’s arms, where I knew I’d be safe. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout, I wanted to cry. But I just stood there..frozen when a little part of my brain reiterated an earlier said advice, “They thrive on your fear. Don’t fear them”. And it worked like fuel to the fire in my belly that had been ignited due to a whole lot of other reasons but had finally found its way to the torch. I took a deep breath, turned around and chanted one of the Goddess’ name and exclaimed, “What is it that you want from me? I have done you no harm. Let me go” I could feel the power in my tone and the energy in my voice. There was a sudden wave of confidence that had rushed through my veins. I felt..powerful. And I gave one last shot at the button and pushed it again and boy, did it work like a charm. The doors swung open. I sighed. I smiled. I walked out of the doomed elevator, feeling like a warrior, right out of the field after being coroneted with the throne of victory. I thanked God and walked over to the long queue of chariot runners, waiting to ferry the victorious to her castle, where her kingdom awaited her presence.

I thought that was the end of it..but fate had planned otherwise. What I could see from a distance was a silhouette walking towards one of the chariots, the silhouette was retracing the features of the very lady. I looked at her for a moment..and burst out laughing, giving my fellow passengers a reason to laugh as well.

P.S.- It was a two side opening elevator.