tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55398845833882748112024-02-07T02:41:09.719-08:00Dance Love And HopeKangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-65069573404910429562016-04-16T05:00:00.001-07:002016-04-16T05:07:50.506-07:00Maleficent- The Villainous Heroine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Disney Movies have been and continue to be my favourite. I enjoy Disney movies, I have grown up watching them. Fairy tales were the first kind of books that I read. Cinderella was my favourite; the glass shoes, the ball, the fairy Godmother,the Prince.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Growing up, the misty, dreamy cloud of the fairy tales disappeared and the reality began to seep in. From dreaming about a Prince Charming for myself, I have come a long way to realise that a prince charming or a not so charming average boy is not as important as I am. I do not have anything against fairy tales, they are beautiful and larger than life. They make you believe in dreams and in the impossibles. I just want a closer to life fairy tale. Disney made it in 2014. Maleficent is the perfect blend of reality and fantasy.</span><br />
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The first time I got introduced to Disney's Maleficent was in an animated conversation with a friend. She had strongly advised me to watch it. I did watch it, the first chance I got and I was bowled over. <i><b>Maleficent(adj): harmful, malicious</b> </i>is a re-imagining of <b>Sleeping Beauty</b> from the perspective of <b>Maleficent</b>, the antagonist. The movie has so much to offer,explores so many aspects about human relationships and life in general. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLhweEGBLwgeHvwXkPoO1ZyAcKEU8lBt2P9Z0qOcStEqaeuXHEjomL2qBvMrpCWgmRS4h10q4Xq_8AB9NHgeY8EuQnYv1UW09Nd9O9PSfqJsYypy0XtoyJlrgGHL8QjMlbSp643J-xayx/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLhweEGBLwgeHvwXkPoO1ZyAcKEU8lBt2P9Z0qOcStEqaeuXHEjomL2qBvMrpCWgmRS4h10q4Xq_8AB9NHgeY8EuQnYv1UW09Nd9O9PSfqJsYypy0XtoyJlrgGHL8QjMlbSp643J-xayx/s1600/download.jpg" /></span></a></div>
<div>
<b><i><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></b></div>
<div>
<b><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">True love doesn't exist.</span></b></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maleficent herself and King Stefan have echoed this thought throughout the movie; King Stefan because he deceived the woman he claimed to love and Maleficent because she was deceived by her true love. The movie ends on a note where it is proved that True love does exist and we can not be happier. The true love that triumphed in the end wasn't the one that the prince had for Aurora, it was the love that Maleficent had for her. Maleficent is the evil fairy who cursed Aurora to prick her finger on a spindle of a sewing machine and fall into a sleep like death. Maleficent revokes the curse by offering a antidote that the curse will be broken by a kiss from a true lover. Maleficent looks out for Aurora when she was an infant and continued to do so as she grew up. It was only a matter of time that Maleficent grew fond of the girl and became her God Mother. The fondness for Aurora turns so strong that Maleficent wants to revoke the entire curse but cannot. It is the kiss on her forehead by Maleficent that brings Aurora back to life. The love and bond that the two share is that of a mother and daughter. No truer love has ever existed. We always look for love in our significant other while completely forgetting the love our parents, our siblings, our friends shower on us. Always and always appreciate and acknowledge the little things people do for you. Going an extra mile for somebody truly reflects the love.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Hero vs Villain</b></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why have we always loved our heroes and heroines and always hated the villains? The concept of good and bad never made sense to me.The villains have a dominant evil side that rose to dominance circumstantially. The heroes have a dominant good side. Maleficent is not all evil and she does prove it. She is the hero and the villain who seized the day. She is the one who cursed Aurora and the one who broke the curse. Maleficent is the round character that draws inspiration from reality. The movie glorifies the greys. It is important the we acknowledge the fact that there is a grey matter that overlaps both the black and white. Nobody is essentially good or bad. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<div style="font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<div style="margin: 0px;">
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Maleficent wants to make sure that Aurora turns sixteen and falls into a sleep like death, that is what will bring peace to her broken heart. She was wronged by King Stefan and she wants to take the revenge by cursing his daughter. With time, Maleficent grows fond of the girl and ends up loving her dearly and truly. The power of love is so strong that the evil villain becomes the hero. Maleficent is a character that can see beyond her hatred, she has the ability to love and love again. Maleficent is the villainous hero that I love. </span></div>
</div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-71467642432295875292016-04-16T04:54:00.000-07:002016-04-16T05:10:19.375-07:00Metro Diaries I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h3 style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-weight: normal;">The best kind of stories and the best kind of lessons that I have learnt have been on/in a public transport. The Delhi Metro is an amazing platform to just observe people and learn from them. I am a silent observer. I am jealous of people who can make small talk with anybody and everybody. I just can not. I may even come across as a creepy starer who just stares at people, but I am not. I am just observing, making mental notes or sometimes, extremely bored!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Like everybody else in the metro, I am usually on a hunt for a seat but I don't ask others to adjust in the smallest of spaces. I am guilty of sitting on the metro floor as well and to my defense, I get up the second the coach starts to get crowded. I don't eat in the metro because usually I am on a metro because I am out on a food outing :D. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><img height="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e6/New_Delhi_Metro.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #990000;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">picture credits-google</span></i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, this fine afternoon, I am in a crowded metro, I have forgotten my ear phones and am extremely bored and there is a sudden hustle bustle around. I have missed the first thirty seconds of this hustle bustle but I can make out what has happened. Lady 1 has snatched packets of chips from two kids and tells them that she will return the packets back when she will get down. Lady 2 is the mother of these two kids and she is highly offended and angered. Lady 2 argues and makes perfect sense when she says, "You could have told the kids not to eat the chips or even reprimanded them. Why did you just snatched them away?" Lady 1 is least bothered but she does say that I had warned them the moment I saw them. Lady 1 is a regular at snatching stuff from the people in the metro. She is right, you are not allowed to eat anything in the metro. It is almost like people close their ears when this gets announced inside the metro. There is a heated exchange between the two and both are convinced that they are absolutely right. I am convinced that both of them are absolutely half-right. You should not encourage your kids do do what is prohibited. But you can't even snatch packets of chips or any other food item from small kids.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was the third party, an observer. That is why I could see the two sides of the coin. I was not going to keep mum here, I went to Lady 1 and got engaged in a conversation with her. I asked her what does she say or do to the people who sit on the floor. Deep down, I was thanking my stars for never being on the same coach as her before. (I am extremely guilty). She said she usually asks the driver to kick these people out. I am just divided. If Lady 1 would have purely relied on the fact that Lady 2 and her kids will stop eating the chips once reprimanded, it wasn't going to help. I am sure no body would have listened to her and asked her to mind her business. I am sure I would'nt have listened. But snatching seems completely out of line. Also, Lady 1 has been doing this for a while now, meaning she must have started from telling people, requesting them to not eat or drink inside the metro. To not litter around.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What cheap thrill do we get out of breaking these small rules, I would like to call them rules. The mere eating in the metro or sitting on the metro floor to the driving under age or driving under influence, we have accustomed ourselves to not obeying any kind of rules and taking things casually. I know living by the rules sucks. I know it is just a metro ride and everybody is tired and if they want to sit on the floor, it is no big deal. But it is still a deal. It is prohibited and hence you ought not do it. I have learnt a lesson and I hope Lady 2 and her kids have learnt it too, the hard way sure. I also hope Lady 1 is softer in her approach. But honestly, we need to look within. The traffic rules, the rules in a school, the rules in a public transport or the unsaid rules of watching a movie in a movie theatre are there for a reason and should be followed.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So, stay happy and don't do anything that it is prohibited :)</span></span></span></div>
</h3>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-55887818110521033132015-03-11T08:28:00.003-07:002016-04-16T05:02:46.923-07:00Stereotyping.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I have no idea how many people have written about it, talked about
it; but I am going to join them nevertheless. Everywhere in the world, you are
stereotyped right after you come out of your mother's womb or when your sex is
determined. It has become second nature for us to bring pink goodies for a baby
girl and blue for a baby boy. Even I will look for barbie dolls and pink stuff
toys if I have to gift something to a toddler, girl. Every time I see people
trying to shape a kind of life, girls and boys should live, I cringe. I want to
see a boy/man walking on the street in a frilly skirt and not have a single eye
batted. It is just not possible, because, men/boys don't wear skirts,
girls/women do. Why? I constantly ask myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> Miles to go before that
happens. Let’s talk about certain stereotypes that we can get rid of today.
India is synonymous with unity in diversity. Why are the north-eastern Indians considered to be the outsiders? Why do you immediately assume that a north-eastern boy would be a
momos seller or a north eastern girl would wait at a restaurant? Why is a girl
in a kurta and salwar considered to be a bhenji and the one in skirt, a girl
with a lose character? Whatever the hell that is. In India, people aren’t
known for what they are but for what they wear, what job they do, what state they
come from. A Punjabi is not always a brash, yo yo honey singh lover and not
every south Indian is a Tamilian. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We should just really get to know a person before forming a
definite opinion about them. If we don’t want to know them, why should we label
them? I am a hypocrite because I do just the same. I form opinions about people
even before I get to know them and sometimes, I do conform to the pre conceived
stereotypes. But I am trying to stay away from stereotypes as much as I can and so should everybody else. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Stop Stereotyping !!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-74030443281777398342015-03-11T07:27:00.000-07:002015-03-11T07:27:37.183-07:00Hit the Damn Refresh button!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The phone hanged again, switch it off switch it on. There. The laptop, desktop bugs are usually fixed by a refresh click or a restart. TV Remote not working? Remove the batteries and put them again..you got it,smooth channel surfing. An engineer in making? Probably not, but yeah petty issues like these are easy to solve.Today's tech savvy generation has it easy or not, still remains a debatable topic but they are definitely excelling with their 'refresh' buttons.<br />
<br />
Why is that we fail to see the possibility of a refresh button in our lives. Hello!! Its right there. All you need to do is press it. It is not easy to just refresh and leave things mid way but sometimes, it is the best thing to do. Struck at one thing, static and no movement however is not the solution. It will take you nowhere. We cannot forget things, but we sure can step ahead and restart to create a new memory. Do not like how you were in a particular month, forget it leave it there and start re living in the next.<br />
<br />
Nothing in this world will wait for you. Still moments, dull moments are futile. You know, when you drop your wallet on the floor, you pick it up and get going. you don't just stand there staring at it, crying or regretting over your clumsiness. It may not be that simple but it is not very difficult.<br />
<br />
So, yeah. Use the refresh buttons of your lives.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-40047289953543912982014-08-30T00:10:00.000-07:002015-01-16T08:56:03.805-08:00Late<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Aur sun, tere kissi friend ki shaadi ka card aya hai." Mrs Sharma said.<br />
"Maa, shaadi mere kissi friend ki hoti hai aur excited ap ho jati ho." Sameer irked.<br />
<br />
Sameer was in his late twenties and just like any other Indian mother, his mother too was hell bent on convincing him to get married.<br />
<br />
"Achah, tu soja kal jaldi uthna hai. I am waiting for you. " Mrs Sharma said.<br />
He disconnected the call and started working on the project he had to complete before going on the small vacation. Sameer lived away from his house, worked in a nine to five job. He smiled at his mother's naive advice. He just wished he could leave all the work and sleep but he was pretty determined to get a promotion and this project was the way to get it.<br />
<br />
"Haan maa, finally train me beth gaya hu. Nahi late nahi hua." Sameer disconnected the call. Mothers!! he smiled. He loved travelling by trains. He sat comfortably and just relaxed. He observed the commotion that every train witnesses and smiled amusingly. Little kids running here and there. He compared the kids' restlessness to his mother's.<br />
<br />
As a kid, he was so quite and docile. Running in the train appeared bizzare to him then. He would read his comic books or just gaze out of the window. Now he reminisces about the time gone by and wished he had done something notorious or nondisciplinary. He wished he had been more like Tanvi. Tanvi was his college friend who liked and loved him dearly. Sameer was always pretending to not know what she felt for him. He dodged any such conversations. The last time he met her she was single,like she had been all her life. She still laughed goofily and was at her at her jovial best. Sameer had a girl friend in college but things didn't work out once they were out in the real world. Tanvi had stayed in touch with every friend in their circle. In the last reunion, Sameer had planned on telling her his feelings but she maintained a distance. This time he was determined to go meet her and tell him that he had been crazy avoiding his true feelings and was a fool to not acknowledge hers.He was sure his parents would be too happy with the news. He smiled and with the optimism, he didn't realize when he was home.<br />
<br />
"Accha, ma ab me rest karne jaa raha hu." he was tired of eating the various delicacies his mother had prepared. He slept for three hours straight and it was good to be home.He woke up and arranged his cupboard again. He settled all his documents and files on the table and that is when he gazed at the various wedding cards his mother talked about. He looked at the names and dates and venues of each card carefully and the next second, he was packing his bags.<br />
<br />
He had anyhow convinced his mother and promised to return back within two days. He knew it was a lie. His mother entered his room and smiled a sad smile.Work seems to be too much for him, she wondered. She tried to settle away the creases on his bed spread when she saw the wedding card. "Tanvi weds Ishaan ". She subtly kept the card on his table and switched the lights off.<br />
<br />
<br />
Three Weeks later, Sameer was neck deep busy in his new job designation. He was travelling abroad for the next venture. He had achieved all that he had planned for. But before the trip, he had to attend a wedding .<br />
<br />
He stepped on the stage with a wierd sadness. Tanvi looked amazing. She was perky as usual. She smiled when she spotted him. She seemed so contented to be sitting next to Ishaan.He silently blessed them. "Sorry, Tanvi. Late ho gaya. " he smiled and shaked hands with both Tanvi and Ishaan. He reflected on his words, he was actually late. Wish he had been on time.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-70198671308449791992014-08-17T01:57:00.000-07:002015-01-17T04:02:44.127-08:00Forgive and Forget. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Forgive and forget. Whoever said or wrote it first or whatever was totally nuts. I mean come on,you got to be kidding me. How can you just forgive and forget and move on. After a loss, the only thing one wants to do is keep on clinging to the memories. We want to replay the entire happy life again and again. If somebody offends us,hurts us, the least we can do is acknowledge the hurt inside. We don't feel good about something, we owe it to ourselves to recognize the source and eradicate it. Why should we forget the hurt,the source.<br />
<br />
Forgiving they say is never for the other person,it is for ourselves. We forgive somebody and free ourselves from the anger,the grief, the negativity. Time is the greatest healer and paradoxically i do believe in it. Time heals everything, time lets you move on but there is a but.Solitude is your greatest companion. Solitude lets you be. Solitude is what takes you backwards and relish the moments already gone by. In solitude,you always and always remember what and who you may have forgiven but not forgotten. With time the scars may fade,the broken heart may mend but we always remember exactly where that scar was and how did our precious heart broke. It is good to keep those sorrows,those griefs. They keep you sane in your happiest moments. They are your constant teachers..<br />
<br />
And this was my rant for today.</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-36844361311525706532013-10-14T01:15:00.002-07:002015-01-17T04:04:56.444-08:00Airport Diaries I<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have a thing for Airports like mcdreamy [grey's anatomy] has a thing for ferry boats. I love airports even though I have never been on an airplane. I have been there to receive and see off people and that's that. Airport Diaries is a fictional one shot I will be writing. Hope my very first attempt at fiction doesn't disappoint (:<br />
<br />
Airport Diaries I<br />
<br />
Natasha was at the airport waiting for her fiance. His flight was some two hours late and she decided to catch up on the latest book she had been reading. She was dressed in a casual kurta and jeans with some kohl in her eyes.She always preferred comfort over style. With her nerd glasses on, she was totally engrossed in the book. And she sensed somebody sitting right next to her. She looked at the gentleman and smiled politely. This gentleman was dressed in his black suit and pants, he had this clean shaven face and dimples. He met all the criteria of a mills and boon hero ; tall , dark and handsome. Natasha unlike herself constantly gazed at him.The uncomfortable air around her suddenly came to a rest when he gently introduced himself. "Ayush" he said."Natasha" she smiled again. "That is an amazing book. You should read others by the same author." he further said. "Uhmm, yeah I like it so far. " she said . With that ,the two started conversing. "I am here to receive my fiance, we got engaged last month" he said with a happy smile. "Mee too." Natasha jumped and wondered at the co incidence. Her train of thoughts shifted to how his fiance would be. She imagined a tall and slim figure with the most amazing clothes and an electrifying smile. She smiled at the thought. Natasha wasn't ever conscious of how she looked. She knew she had her imperfections but she loved her self like she was. Sameer was an amazing boy friend, now fiance. She was sure of the happy life she had ahead of her. "Those are beautiful." she pointed towards the bouquet of flowers Ayush had by his seat. "My fiance loves them." he said. "Great." she said. "Mind me asking? But aren't you a little overdressed for someone who has come to receive somebody at the airport" she casuallyy asked. "Yeah, totally. But I had this urgent meeting at the office and then I had to rush here directly only to wait for two hours" he chuckled and Natasha joined. "She is very lucky. I can't imagine Sameer ever leaving an urgent meeting just to pick me up from the airport." Natasha said . It was true Sameer loved her but he wasn't the kind to miss meetings and important office work to hang around with his girlfriend and Natasha never expected him to do so. She saw Ayush fiddling with some words and then finally saying "Yeah, very. I like to give these small surprises even if it means half of the airport making fun of my clothes." he said. "Oh!! They are not making fun of you. Trust me, the girls are ogling at how good looking you are and the guys are just jealous." She pointed out. "I will take that as a compliment. " he smiled. "That was supposed to be a compliment." she said. They continued talking about their fiances and how their life has been. Natasha was glad she had company for two hours, the book totally forgotten.She liked Ayush instantly. He was chivalrous when he asked her for a coffee before getting himself one. He was sensitive and very polite.Then he was all boyish with his enthusiasm towards cricket.<br />
<br />
Soon there was an announcement of the flight arriving and the two dispatched to look for their respective fiances.Natasha spotted Sameer immediately. They gave each other a hug and Natasha quickly grabbed the chocolates he had brought for her. They were near the parking lot when Natasha saw Ayush again. She approached him and introduced Sameer to him. "So where is she?" she asked. Soon she saw a man nearing them. He was dressed cassually in jeans t shirt. He was equally good looking with his manly structure as Ayush if not better. "Natasha, meet my fiance Gaurav." he said. Ayush smiled a knowing smile and hugged her good bye. Natasha was flabbergasted. She wished the two a happy married life and said her goodbyes. Natasha had smiled at this memory months later as well. She was glad to have known a couple like Ayush and Gaurav's.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-74789833068232982202013-10-13T07:36:00.001-07:002015-01-17T04:05:24.061-08:00For the love of October<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am a huge October - lover. When I was young I would say February was my favourite month because my birthday falls in February. But now, it has to be October. Octobers in Delhi have the near perfect weather. Not too chilly and not too hot. The mild breezes and the pleasant weather is a true winner. Also, the festivities start to kick in. Everything is reallyy happy and nice. I have had amazing days in October when I was in school, then there are mid semester breaks in college. :D. October comes with loads of outings. Personally, i have this notion that everything becomes okay in October. So this one is my love for October :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WDg9-mflwQXJxgdLMyLH234_oGxbvEyi2Etae7PW6tVznn7mSs9x3HcYHRktJWCltuptQzSdEz6TNhbN6sQyWDOzXhCUtyIAxNV0QLNa8B8ydAcoOS3NZKNAOE0D0pcvTIzV5o10nNeH/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6WDg9-mflwQXJxgdLMyLH234_oGxbvEyi2Etae7PW6tVznn7mSs9x3HcYHRktJWCltuptQzSdEz6TNhbN6sQyWDOzXhCUtyIAxNV0QLNa8B8ydAcoOS3NZKNAOE0D0pcvTIzV5o10nNeH/s400/download.jpg" height="162" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-29386423272210789982013-10-13T07:07:00.000-07:002015-01-17T04:05:58.361-08:00#Mind Rocks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So this one is like three weeks late. I had seen in news channels and news paper the telecast and highlights of India Today's Youth summit. I could only think of attending it since I wasn't eighteen. When I turned eighteen I missed the opportunity because of God knows what. I missed the opportunity to witness Priyanka Chopra live giving the audience the insight on her success.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttyq_u75bllbLbKVDbAT2HdcSHpXbPguJoO-D9g1bjE8akWbgWhmd2KKeoKmWF8biBqWAbF16jFAtDDN1ZXOOJiLe0KQOIEWeiCkUyEm8dWNHhBAPvVnVPQS6oJlOwc4_vy_NDSWdhsJU/s1600/images+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttyq_u75bllbLbKVDbAT2HdcSHpXbPguJoO-D9g1bjE8akWbgWhmd2KKeoKmWF8biBqWAbF16jFAtDDN1ZXOOJiLe0KQOIEWeiCkUyEm8dWNHhBAPvVnVPQS6oJlOwc4_vy_NDSWdhsJU/s320/images+(3).jpg" height="205" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
This time I booked my passes as soon as I could. Mind Rocks 2013, a youth summit by India Today was an amazing amazing experience. There was Farhan Akhtar telling how directing and acting have been important in his life. How he signed Aamir Khan for his first directorial venture. He shared the entire process of those six pack abs in Bhaag milkhaa Bhaag. Truly, ever since I saw Dil Chahta Hai and Lakshaya, I loved Farhan akhtar and his kind of movies. And then I saw Rock On. I loved him as an actor and a singer as well. Tum Ho Toh iss a ffreeakinn amazing song. Then he danced with some of the people from the audience to the tunes of "Hawan Karenge." . Definitely Farhan being myy favourite person from bollywood, i loved his section the best. He only earns more respect by starting a campaign like MARD. Farhan dressed in a very simple pants t-shirt and a jacket. He was courteous and patient with all those questions. The crowd went mad when he played the guitar. I was all wide eyed and starstruck.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj098ulVwSgbfK35KmHT-Hi_MxFfWp_-3bWrZA7_dvXEKdjC8CR-hnXqNJbCpk9aDWZ0RvPcNOXU5L_6UxVEilf2IO0FCSjBC5Q4MHIvx0xel-xrkO455IKfyqvafyqTju0EJciJ6yic-sG/s1600/fr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj098ulVwSgbfK35KmHT-Hi_MxFfWp_-3bWrZA7_dvXEKdjC8CR-hnXqNJbCpk9aDWZ0RvPcNOXU5L_6UxVEilf2IO0FCSjBC5Q4MHIvx0xel-xrkO455IKfyqvafyqTju0EJciJ6yic-sG/s400/fr.jpg" height="400" width="323" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Special mention to the section where DR Kiran Bedi, Gul Panag and Nishtha Gautam discussed Crime Not Age. This was one hell of a session. The nature of crime, the heinousness of crime should be taken into account when it comes to the punishment and not the age. A country where the consent and the age to have sex is sixteen, the seventeen years and something months old rapist is saved becuase of his age. Somebody who has the mind to do such an act should be punished for it. There was Jyoti Singh (Damini)'s parents also.Her mother was such an epitome of strength and I am sure everybody was moved to tears when she was speaking. She had wanted the movement to do something better for the rest of the girls. She said her daughter wasn't the one who should be ashamed of anything but those monsters.#Respect.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HXYmMS3tZ4KPyQWWMs0cdqpXulutqfR-BXQBUr_sXzAnuZXpyZMxUz0mnEIi2GcfjS3RML4SuAgCCQtKSnwT8dciG5Mq2wKiCUwe4kOKJo1nat-CoUwRxzKzCXIHlIY7ZG5jYlvQUdVW/s1600/images+(4).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HXYmMS3tZ4KPyQWWMs0cdqpXulutqfR-BXQBUr_sXzAnuZXpyZMxUz0mnEIi2GcfjS3RML4SuAgCCQtKSnwT8dciG5Mq2wKiCUwe4kOKJo1nat-CoUwRxzKzCXIHlIY7ZG5jYlvQUdVW/s320/images+(4).jpg" height="232" width="320" /></a><br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMzAR8036reAZnyOg_VurhO0W30GfIjAkvzG8OSCBL0HWarTmukl4KjrEZXRNdXjzDLGyahP9KKMx-3hLHD9ixWGnckANKJeU7qh4tc8lbqtDFhxrDRKmfLdPLwUTZT4Y23J34bHO9FNF/s1600/images+(6).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMzAR8036reAZnyOg_VurhO0W30GfIjAkvzG8OSCBL0HWarTmukl4KjrEZXRNdXjzDLGyahP9KKMx-3hLHD9ixWGnckANKJeU7qh4tc8lbqtDFhxrDRKmfLdPLwUTZT4Y23J34bHO9FNF/s200/images+(6).jpg" height="200" width="166" /></a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEX10IF__vkQgaeEk_E6gy9f0s4y-uQfCL8hB1CQplB8nUGInSS2nu95CG7RRAM6kR6GhsD9bwXE430yao93J8Svw37vHM5sSNgm8_mByLgkIiPIyrFBvsfeieUA0ojn9tJKZBLYZ8UdFc/s1600/images+(7).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEX10IF__vkQgaeEk_E6gy9f0s4y-uQfCL8hB1CQplB8nUGInSS2nu95CG7RRAM6kR6GhsD9bwXE430yao93J8Svw37vHM5sSNgm8_mByLgkIiPIyrFBvsfeieUA0ojn9tJKZBLYZ8UdFc/s1600/images+(7).jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdi0y7qguOwNBa5aMG0DF4Q2vvG2yjOLH88o_3nGFevB0qyQyJ8Oif3t9ShNPt9lDeE6J-GN9_AX2oGkHWldVGcgvX1W6dZMAQhJyVlnaalDcitbEqk1ddrLqRzj6BbVLpYhgh_8jmiuy/s1600/images+(5).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdi0y7qguOwNBa5aMG0DF4Q2vvG2yjOLH88o_3nGFevB0qyQyJ8Oif3t9ShNPt9lDeE6J-GN9_AX2oGkHWldVGcgvX1W6dZMAQhJyVlnaalDcitbEqk1ddrLqRzj6BbVLpYhgh_8jmiuy/s1600/images+(5).jpg" /></a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The session with Virat Kohli was great too. He couldn't speak for a long time because the roaring crowd wouldn't let him start with his initial pleasantries even. He was more interested in his cup of coffee. All said and done he was nice and it was good to hear him say how wrong and arrogant he had been in his initial years.Loved Leander Paes and his two cents on tennis and success. He narrated the times when he had to sleep in the dressing room and how he went ahead with tennis and the success that followed. The one with Hard Kaur was another personal favourite. She rightly put what was bothering me for soo long. She talked about how she does songs for bollywood and said those were mere money earners for her. The real hard-core rapping was what she did before bollywood and what we can hear in the coke studio. She is a reallyy cool person. She danced and rapped. She was interviewed by Aparshakti Khurana. He is like the coolest RJ there is.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hMd88j-j_hOaPTQJbrXSXNdIGHRv0-jBhixwuBYJtAuhHCE7jhGDytce5E478cPknPIla6pmKJPeDTHvKEJqbpewDHC5lItlWOptJD63v5iONaRKcjPFEk850uvrW0cdotgnSSI0pYw0/s1600/download+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hMd88j-j_hOaPTQJbrXSXNdIGHRv0-jBhixwuBYJtAuhHCE7jhGDytce5E478cPknPIla6pmKJPeDTHvKEJqbpewDHC5lItlWOptJD63v5iONaRKcjPFEk850uvrW0cdotgnSSI0pYw0/s1600/download+(3).jpg" style="cursor: move;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBLGArxjtr3phRdiGGVzZg4GHqJtdFWs-yb16vx1hRlbh2ByhI7ntsqaUzqH2VCYcuKu7l1kyjc8EEO9tqh1uvvgb3PTHYpLyFSRS1z5tSKl00utxKhPJYP9mP79i1579Of8BWECxjOHv/s1600/download+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBLGArxjtr3phRdiGGVzZg4GHqJtdFWs-yb16vx1hRlbh2ByhI7ntsqaUzqH2VCYcuKu7l1kyjc8EEO9tqh1uvvgb3PTHYpLyFSRS1z5tSKl00utxKhPJYP9mP79i1579Of8BWECxjOHv/s1600/download+(2).jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The lunch and breakfast offered was reallyy nice too. Overall, it was a saturday well spent. I am never going to forget that day. Will be looking forward to Mind Rocks 2014.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The pictures are from google. I was sitting far away from the stage and couldn't take clear pictures.</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-7118657128981556732013-09-18T06:31:00.000-07:002015-01-17T04:07:24.689-08:00Relatable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This post has all the quotes from movies, tv shows and otherwise that I can relate to or that inspire me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div>
Grey's Anatomy is like the best thing happened to me. I love Grey's so much. I fangirl on greys the entire day. I can not wait for the season premiere on 26 th of this month. Grey's has soo many quotes that inspire me. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Meredith 's Grey's "<i>We can be extra ordinary together rather than being ordinary apart</i>". </div>
<div>
This one she says to the love of her life. I totally think if two people are in love with each other, they should be together and put themselves as well others out of their miseries.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Izzie Stevens : "<i>Just because people do horrible things , it doesn't always mean they are horrible people</i>". Everybody has flaws in them, some have more prominent than others. One horrible mistake can not determine the kind of persons they are.<br />
<br />
Calliope Torres' "<i>You didn't love her, you just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she was too good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life , but you didn't love her ,because you don't destroy the people you love.</i>"<br />
For all those who take people for granted. people who deserve to be cherished.<br />
<br />
Derek Shephard's "<i>I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I'm 110 years old in your arms. I don't want 48 uniterrupted hours. I want a lifetime.</i>"<br />
What does a girl need more. This is why the world knows him as mcdreammyy.<br />
<br />
Meredith Grey voiceover <i>"Did you say it? I love you, i don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life. Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work towards it, but every now and then , look around. Drink it in, cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow</i>."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
I love the American show One Tree Hill. I started watching the show last year and I am hooked onto it since then. I love Haley James Scott. She inspires me soo much. She is one person who never tried to change herself. She was herself even when she didn't fit in.<br />
<div>
<br />
<div>
"<i>Sometimes I feel incredibly disconnected. Really uncomfortable in my own skin. Or kind of like I don't fit into the world. Like I was born at the wrong time and I don't Belong.</i>" -Haley James Scott. When I watched her say these lines I almost jumped up the couch. I soo relate to these lines. I was like that is me. I sometimes feel soo disconnected with everything as if I have no business doing what i am doing, being where I am.. There is this constant prick at the back of the head which tells me that i don't belong. I think in the end I will find a place where I will belong just like haley did.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
"<i>Shared joy, not compassion,makes a friend." - Friedrich Nietzche</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i>"Sometimes you put it down on paper and your mind is still not released. And, sometimes you put it down on paper exactly because deep down you do not wish to be released. " - Virginia Woolf</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
<i>"Take pride in how far you have come and have faith in how far you can go. " -Michael Josephson</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>"I guess that's the beauty of books. When they finish they don't really finish" - Markus Zusak</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>"My Dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out,you're relieved , but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day.Just because it wasn't hurting you doesn't mean you did not notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It is going to take a while. Should you have kept the tooth? No because it was causing you so much pain.Therefore, move on and let go.</i><i>" -Unknown</i><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #898f9c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I will keep editing this list as well (:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br /></div>
</div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-38515604382264739982013-09-18T05:41:00.000-07:002015-01-17T04:07:59.196-08:00Accepted<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
No,I am not talking about the movie which barely got noticed. In between making lame jokes, i do have a point here :D</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
Coming to “Accepted” . I was just looking back at my life, when i was in school. Yeah, I have finally managed to pass out from School. Coming to the point,School has taught me a lot of things about life. One such aspect is getting accepted. All of us have once in our life done things just to get accepted, accepted by our peers,our teachers, our relatives, our boy friend/girlfriends. Much to our dismay,we have. </div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
Even i have. I remember growing up I tried to act all cool and throw loads of attitude around just to get people to like me. I used to act all different and unaffected. I tried to be the coolest.Soon, i realized i was trying to be some one i am not. I stopped acting cool, not many liked the new me.But i liked myself much more.Today, a sensible me, condemns the idea.I am very sure each one of us has gone through the same phase .Pretending to be some one we are not,failing to please others and at the end giving up the very idea.</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
What I don’t understand is why do we have to get accepted by some body. Why can’t we just be the way we are. People think i am not fit to enter their so called social life, fine enough. I am much happier to be imperfect and not socially accepted.I am very sure there will be a certain imperfect some one, who will not want me to change myself.</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
The other day i was watching a serial, yeah a typical saas bahu saga.[ My defense to that will be, a little drama is needed every now and then]. So the protagonist of the serial or soap was willing to stay mum and not stand against what was right just because she was afraid that the people around would boycott her. People around won’t accept her. Shameless! Totally shameless. </div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
All my school life, I was known as some body who wouldn't just care about the consequences. I did what i wanted to, i spoke what i thought.Today as i write this post, I am thankful to myself for not trying too much to get accepted. I would have been a very unhappy person.</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
So I make no apologies for being socially awkward and weird or an anti social person. I will continue to be the same way as long as I am true to myself.</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
Have a great day and try to be socially unaccepted. It is fun!!</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
Much love</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
</div>
<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
Kangan Gupta</div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-45574429769436594082013-08-23T05:38:00.002-07:002015-01-17T04:09:18.466-08:00Kuch Kuch Hota Hai..Tum Nahi Samjhoge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai is the movie of my childhood. I still remember, I was in UKG[Upper Kindergarten] and my parents took me from school to watch the movie. Being a sucker for romance, this movie has never failed to disinterest me.Anytime any channel airs it, I end up watching it till the end. I am a huge Kajol fan and she is at her natural best in this movie. This post is about that one scene in the movie which according to me is epic. Everytime I watch this scence, it reminds me of the bonding and friendships we share through the course of life and how these friendships and bonds sometimes fail the test of times.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1iZewLs4iI1zePwhnhU2rMqXmihqBJUoGnVM0HFpPj5sA-8UqJg2plOU4RAG3ka2pi_L08DB-rpw4MTKwoROkdYo0HX-IDpLOpd8iCXFS83eEB5hmq76ou2ng42A-NkOQP32ixi8zcTO/s1600/kangana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1iZewLs4iI1zePwhnhU2rMqXmihqBJUoGnVM0HFpPj5sA-8UqJg2plOU4RAG3ka2pi_L08DB-rpw4MTKwoROkdYo0HX-IDpLOpd8iCXFS83eEB5hmq76ou2ng42A-NkOQP32ixi8zcTO/s400/kangana.jpg" height="205" width="400" /></a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
This is right after Rahul and Tina get together and Anjali faces the first heartbreak of her life. Anjali decides to leave Rahul, Tina and her college for good and she does that sneakily. Without informing anybody for, she knows Rahul can stop her. Anjali is not your regular girl, she hates to dress up and the boyys don't make her heart flutter. Yet, when she falls in love for the first time, with her best friend and gets her heartbroken..she cries just like any other girl would. Kudos to Kajol for portraying such a scene with finesse .I love how Rahul who is shattered tries to rebuke her and tries to make light of the situation and yet everybody knows he doesn't want his best friend to leave him. He tries to convince her and when she doesn't budge, he gets off the train, doesn't look at her and is super angryy. The moment he hears the train leaving, we see his world disappearing in front of his eyes. We see two best friends and the distance between them increasing gradually. I bawl my eyes every time I watch this scene. </div>
<div>
<br />
The feeling of seeing you loved ones move out of your life right in front of you is the worst.<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Picture courtesy- Pinkvilla.com</div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-19738042538332642642013-08-19T05:50:00.000-07:002015-01-17T04:12:23.365-08:00Songs of my life.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My blog, I wanted to post something that is me. Something that defines me. What better than my choice of songs. Music has always been a very important part of me. I don't think I can ever do without music and my playlist.<br />
<br />
Today, I have bugged my repeat button hearing Bill Wither's Ain't no Sunshine. I totallyy love this song. His voice and the little music playing in the background plus the lyrics. This song is magical. It explains absenteeism of a loved one soo clearly. "<i>Its not warm when she's away..</i>" is one hell of a line. Kudos to Bill Withers for singing a song that rings a bell in every heart.<br />
<br />
Next on the list is Michael Jackson's Will you be there. This is the song that i am currently listening and it brightens up my mood. The "<i>hmmm</i>" is soo soothing to the ears. Plus an MJ song is always wonderful to hear. I heard the song for the very first time in my dance class when we were to dance a routine on this song. It is such a kind song and the line "<i>its okay to be unfaithful, you're only human</i>" says everything about the singer and gives us a little hope to come back always.<br />
<br />
The Hindi song Chukar Mere Mann Ko from the movie Yaarana is amazing. It just touches you. The song is for all the people who have made it to your heart, who have been able to get to you in one way or the other. How someone just comes and takes your heart away, changes your life for good. Love it!!<br />
<br />
Ek Me Aur Ek Tuu's Aahatein is a magical song. It again is a song about absenteeism. "<i>Sab kuch wahi hai, par kuch kamii hai. Teri aahatein nahi hai.</i>" (everything is the same, yet something is missing. Your footsteps aren't there).<br />
<br />
Ordinary People By john Legend: I loooove this song. This one is about a conjugal relationship where the singer has a hope of reconciling with the partner after every littte fight or misunderstandings just like every other time. The lyrics explain relationships and their complexities to the T. "<i>Though love sometimes hurt, I still put you first and we'll make this work. But I think we should take it sloww</i>".<br />
<br />
Jhankar beats Tu Ashiqui hai. A token of love to your lover.<br />
<br />
Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. I love this song soo much. It brings a smile to my face everytime I hear it so much so that I am contemplating having a tattoo of the song name. The song is about a passionate love and how much ever you chase it you can't probably have it.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I will keep ediitng the list.</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539884583388274811.post-8904414694465412272013-08-19T04:44:00.001-07:002015-01-17T04:13:08.702-08:00Change, the only constant.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Mr Bachchan the senior in his, ever charismatic baritone stares into the then so young King Khan of bollywood's eyes and says "<i>Mujhe badalti hui cheezein achi nahi lagti hai , Mr Aryan. Mujhe kissi bhi tarah ka parivartan pasand nahi hai. I don't like changes"</i><span style="color: #1d1d1d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>. </i></span></span>I find myself voicing the exact same opinion. I have been resenting change in almost all walks of my life. Every year at school, they used to shuffle us all and I found myself in a new classroom with new classmates, that was hard for me to accept. I hated to change my routine activities for somebody or something. A little diversion in usual was a big no for me.<br />
<br />
<br />
Now, ever since I have a broken leg and am sitting on my bed/couch eating,surfing the net,watching TV ; I want everything to change. I am soo charged up to change everything about my lifestyle and other things. I am all like let life throw all kinds of lemons at me, I will be sure to grab tequila and salt. That sounded weird but I always wanted to use this phrase.Anyways, the point is, I want too soo be more exciting and ready for the little or big changes in life. The broken leg has almost given me a new perspective to life.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmHONbyjMe8xxlASmq204sAl8j14uzisuQ0S07IgtylntIyh2AINUUzibtZ2rGGKPHiUaKT_DUsCa0rmFl6Q0TZGmEk4Wn2eMQNGy6zTybh5WJDn5zH446pCYSmx79s4dUSNtniJgtMYf/s1600/tumblr_mbhuddAmYR1rzhhvlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmHONbyjMe8xxlASmq204sAl8j14uzisuQ0S07IgtylntIyh2AINUUzibtZ2rGGKPHiUaKT_DUsCa0rmFl6Q0TZGmEk4Wn2eMQNGy6zTybh5WJDn5zH446pCYSmx79s4dUSNtniJgtMYf/s400/tumblr_mbhuddAmYR1rzhhvlo1_500.jpg" height="275" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This little quote is a big inspiration. The first thing I am going to do is to change my entire routine and add a little fun to the oh so boring life . I am going to be 100 per cent welcoming to changes. I will try new things except for ice cream maybe, because i am totally faithful to my chocolates (: I am soo positive and charged up. Waiting to get rid of the damn plaster.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Kangan Guptahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15428237341635188428noreply@blogger.com0