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[apnaran]

World Poetry Day: Celebrating the Power of Words

World Poetry Day : Poetry is one of the most ancient forms of creative expression, dating back to the earliest civilizations. Over the centuries, poetry has been used to convey emotions, tell stories, and offer commentary on the world around us. Today, poetry remains an important art form, with poets from around the world continuing to inspire and challenge us with their words. World Poetry Day…

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 1

Ranveer POV

"Ranveer Kashyap. Sweet name, by the way."

Ranveer turned to face the boy －the eternally exhausting, exasperating boy－ and said, "Hindi bol le, angrez ki aulad."

Raghav put down his coke and feigned hurt, placing a hand above his heart. "Aap mujhe aisa kaise keh sakte hain?" he said in a dramatically British accent. 

For the nth time that day, Ranveer sighed. Why did he ever think this could work out? No- Why did the principal think this could work out. He and Raghav could never work together. The boy was simply too… draining. He was a goddamned vampire dressed in neon jackets that sucked your life force out of you. Two days with him and Ranveer was already thinking of getting a prescription of migraine meds. 

"The competition is in two weeks, Raghav. And we haven't even choreographed yet!" 

Raghav, however, didn't seem the slightest bit pressed. "So? We can choreograph in two days, practice for ten days, rehearse on the last two days. Easy."

Ranveer wanted to grab him by the neck and shove his face into chullu bhar paani. "Easy? Easy!? Easy hogi meri chappal. Tu do minute cooperate to kar. Main akela thodi kar lunga ham dono ka dance choreograph?"

"Arey bas, yaar. Chill kar na thoda. See, main kathak se related kuch choreograph karta hu, tu hip hop jaisa kuch dhundh. Dono ke genres intermix to karke kuch dynamic banate hai."

"Dynamic to apna ban jayega. Pata bhi hai BCPA ki team ne kab ki preparations shuru kar di? Aur tune aaj ka pura din waste karwa diya. Na kuch kiya na karne diya," Ranveer grumbled, shoving his feet into his shoes. He shouldered his bag and walked out of the practice room. After waiting for a while, he noticed Raghav was still in the room. "Chaliye, maharaj. Mujhe is room ko lock karke warden ko keys bhi deni hai."

Raghav was rooted in his place. This guy was just one weird thing after another. His coffee-brown curls really looked like a bird's nest after a whole another day of goofing around and doing no real practice. His face had a thoughtful expression, eyes squinting, gazing into the distance. "Oye!" Ranveer called out to him. Then, he seemed to come back to his senses. 

For some reason, there was a slight tint of redness on his cheeks. Perhaps from exhaustion. Maybe being stupid did make you tired, Ranveer had thought idiots never ran out of energy. 

"Listen," Raghav called out. Ranveer quirked up an eyebrow. "You want to practise right? Come to my house. I don't have any siblings, to koi pareshan bhi nahi karega. We can look up dance moves and choreograph together."

Ranveer wanted to refuse, but when he actually considered it, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Begrudgingly, he replied, "Okay."

Raghav flashed him a grin, showing his pretty teeth that Ranveer was always so tempted to break. 

Once again, Ranveer sighed. "Ab maharaj baahar aayenge ya aapke liye paalki bulai jaae?"

• • • 

It was five pm when the bell to the patil household rang.

"Aati hu!" chimed in a woman's voice from inside the house. Not long after, the door opened. 

It was Mrs Patil, Raghav's mother, probably. She looked at him, head to toe, from his sleek black hair, to the slight stubble on the dark skin of his face. Shit, should he have shaved? Was she judging him? He was already going mad overthinking. But then Mrs Patil tilted her head and asked, "Ranveer?" 

Oh, she has never seen me before. That's why. Ranveer smiled and nodded, earning a warm smile from Mrs Patil too. She had benevolent-looking eyes and deep dimples. So that's where Raghav got them from. Ranveer had always thought he got them from his father, since he looked so much like the man. 

"Arey, andar aao na, beta. Raghav told me you would come today. Do you want chai?"

Ranveer took the corner seat of the sofa and looked around. Mrs Patil hadn't waited for his answer and was already pouring a cup of chai for him. "Thank you," he said and took the cup she handed him.

"If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, beta. Raghav bhi aata hi hoga."

With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Ranveer sipped on his chai and cursed himself for not asking her for her name. Now he'll have to be stuck calling her "Mrs Patil" or "Aunty".

Thought the word aunty wouldn't suit her. Despite her age, she had the sort of radiance in her that many women seemed to lack. Until now, Ranveer couldn't place a name on it, but now he realised that he had seen the same untiring energy in Raghav. He had only met Raghav's father, because he also taught at their college. So he had connected all the dots about him to his father and filled in the blank spaces, the things he didn't know about them, with his imagination. 

It had been easy, both him and his father were equally energetic. Though the teacher knew how to keep a class in check, and Raghav didn't even know how to keep himself in check.

But now he realised, Raghav was much more like his mother than his father. In only a few seconds, his mother had made Ranveer recall Raghav so many times you'd think he was in love with him, thinking of him every few seconds and all.

Ranveer pushed the intrusive thought out of his mind. Phew, his mind could be a weird place. Especially when he was drinking chai with this much masala. He was pretty sure he was tasting mulethi, and he'd never had mulethi in chai before. Weird, weird family and their weird, weird chai habits. 

He was finished with his cup when the door sprung open. Raghav, who didn't even have the common sense of not calling someone to his home when he's not even at home himself, grinned at him and threw his bag beside him. "I'll go wash my face. You can wait for me in my room."

Ranveer went to put his cup in the kitchen sink, but he couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks from seeing the grin on Raghav's face. One look at him and Ranveer's own brain betrayed him, replaying that same intrusive thought for some reason. 

Weird. 

[ramayantika]

Found another hindu religious page which said everyone should marry and how feminism has made girls to not do puja path and not have a loving family

Bhai insab ke karan hi aaj ke generation ke bachon ko lagta hai ki apna culture follow karne mein burayi hai kyunki you must marry varna ghor anarth hojayega and all that bs stuff.

And what's worse, the page said how fatherless households lead to daughters becoming hoes and sleeping around and motherless houses would lead to the daughter becoming less feminine while sons without a masculine absence end up indisciplined and unruly

I know of families who had parents with stable but yet their sons abused them, their daughters ran away or indulged in drugs and stuff. There are single mothers who have brought up respectful sons and daughters. There are single fathers who support their children and ensure that they grow up with all love and care

And as for marriage Haan mana ki pati patni in the scriptures are needed to support each other physically, mentally and spiritually but koyi maanta hai. Abhi bhi dowry abuse chalta hai, career agar dono jann nahi kare toh ghar chalta nahi hai and you want traditional roles to come back in the name of dharma and hinduism.

They will quote all sorts of things but will never see or say that in scriptures they even say that the learnings should be used and modified to suit the present timeline. The rules, regulation and lifestyle followed 100 years ago cannot be followed now and then when you have the younger generation questioning you or not following the so called laid down tradition sab ko bura bhala suna do.

Krishna would laugh at these pages for real bye

[conanscoffee]

On Rain

There's something about this weather, it's almost as if it's an emotion. It's a feeling that resonates deep within my heart. The whiff of the first droplet coming in contact with the soil of my mogra plant acts like the draught of the living dead. The cool, serene breeze which hits after a long day of acting like a puppet in the hands of the system envokes memories which i didn't know i had stashed away in the back of my head.

Summer of 2012, when i first danced in the rain with my friend. The rain falling on my face like pearls from heaven made me realise just how much joy there is in the simplest of things. The warmth in my mother's chastise and her handmade tea, and the silly little cartoons. I wonder where my friend is right now, if she recalls this memory or not.

July 2014, the rain caused a power cut and i ended up sitting on the terrace, stargazing with my cousins. We talked about getting pet snakes, having heated pools jn our million-dollar mansions, big dreams being revealed under the blanket of darkness. I wish them the best, wherever they are; i hope one of them earns a billion to take us all to Disneyland Tokyo.

Monsoon of 2021, Berlin experiences rain for the first time and his reaction was similar to mine. He was happy-- he ran, slipped, tripped on the watery ground trying to catch his bone. He was scared of the lightning and thunder later, and curled up next to me while I tried to finish reading The Tragedy of Hamlet.

2022, my last school year. School was dispersed and it started pouring. I tried to get to my bus without getting drenched, meanwhile my two amigos laughed and slowed me down as much as possible. The rain made my glasses fog up, so when i reached home, i stood in the rain anyway, enjoying the feeling of the heavy drops on my face once again. Life came a full circle; my mother scolded me for getting the floor wet, gave me a cup of tea, only this time i watched a documentary on drug cartels.

And this moment-- 20th March 2023, the rain caused a power cut, we are lounging and listening to Jagjit Singh and RD Burman, i have tea and my parents have whiskey, and Berlin is yet again curled up next to me. We don't discuss Disneyland anymore, instead we talk about politics and college. This moment, although is missing one person, made me forget about my exam today. Times like these make one slow down, take a breather, check on the mogra flowers placed in the mandir early morning, still as fragrant. I wish I didn't have to grow up.

[lvbrdz]

ਮੇਰੇ ਕੁੱਜ ਸਵਾਲ: ਬੇਨਾਮੇ ਰਿਸ਼ਤੇ ਦੇ ਨਾਮ

My few questions: to my nameless relationship (English Translation below)

ਜੇ ਤੂੰ ਨਾਲ ਨੀਂ ਰਹਿਣਾ ਤਾਂ ਦੱਸ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਯਾਦਾਂ ਚੋਂ ਜਾਣ ਦਾ ਕੀ ਲਏਂਗਾ ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਕਹਾ ਕੇ ਮੈਥੋਂ ਭੁੱਲ ਨੀਂ ਹੋਣਾ ਇਸ ਗੱਲ ਦਾ ਤੂੰ ਕੀ ਜਵਾਬ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਜੇ ਕਹਾ ਕੇ ਅੱਜ ਦਾ ਦਿਨ ਰੁੱਕਜਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ ਕੀ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਤੂੰ ਇਕ ਦਿਨ ਦੀ ਮੋਹਲਤ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਓਸ ਇਕ ਦਿਨ ਚ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਇਕ ਉਮਰ ਜੀਵਾਂਗੀ ਕੀ ਤੂੰ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਇਕ ਉਮਰ ਜੀਵੇਂਗਾ ਮੈਂ ਕੋਈ ਰਾਹ ਨਈਂ ਆ ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲ ਆ ਤੇਰੀ ਕੀ ਫੇਰ ਵੀ ਤੂੰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਰਾਹਾਂ ਚ ਛੱਡ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਇਹ ਸੱਬ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਦਾ ਜਵਾਬ ਤਲਖ਼ੀ ਚ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਜਾਂ ਮੁਹੱਬਤ ਚ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੇਰਾ ਬਣਦਾ ਹੱਕ ਕੀ ਤੂੰ ਇਸ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਮੈਂ ਕੋਈ ਫ਼ਰਿਸ਼ਤਿਆਂ ਵਾਂਗ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਮੌਤ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਅਦ ਨਹੀਂ ਮਿਲਾਂਗੀ ਕੀ ਤੂੰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੇ ਜੀਉਂਦਿਆਂ ਜੀਂ ਮਿਲੇਂਗਾ ਮੁਹੱਬਤ ਇਕ ਖੁਸ਼ਨੁਮਾ ਇਹਸਾ�� ਵੀ ਏ ਕੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਕੰਨੀ ਇਹ ਬੋਲ ਭਰ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਮੈਂ ਸੁਣਿਆ ਕਿ ਹੁਣ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਤੇਰੇ ਕੋਲੇ ਖੜ੍ਹਨੇ ਦੀ ਵੀ ਇਜ਼ਾਜ਼ਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਕੀ ਮੈ��ੂੰ ਤੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਕਦਮਾਂ ਚ ਰੱਖ ਲਏਂਗਾ ਏਨਾ ਡਿਗਣਾ ਮੈਂ ਸਿੱਖਿਆ ਹੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਸੀ ਕੀ ਸਹੀ ਵਕ਼ਤ ਤੇ ਤੂੰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਚੱਕ ਲਏਂਗਾ ਕੁੱਛ ਰਿਸ਼ਤੇ ਬੇਨਾਮੀ ਮਰ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਨੇ ਕੀ ਇਸ ਬੇਨਾਮੀ ਰਿਸ਼ਤੇ ਨੂੰ ਤੂੰ ਜੀਉਣ ਦਾ ਹੱਕ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਬਸ ਦੇਖਿਆ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਤੇ ਭੱਜ ਪਈ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਵੱਲੇ ਕੀ ਡਿਗਦੀ-ਢਹਿੰਦੀ ਨੂੰ ਤੂੰ ਆਪਣਾ ਹੱਥ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਸੋਚਾਂ ਦੀ ਉਡਾਰੀ ਨੀਂ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਜਦ ਤੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ ਲਿਖਦੀ ਆ ਕੀ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਸੋਚਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਤੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਚੇਤਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਟਾਹਣੀ ਦਏਂਗਾ ਅਧੂਰੀਆਂ ਛੱਡ ਦੇਨੀ ਆ ਇਸ ਰਿਸ਼ਤੇ ਵਾਂਗ ਮੈਂ ਆਪਣੀਆਂ ਨਜ਼ਮਾ ਵੀ ਕੀ ਇਸ ਰਿਸ਼ਤੇ ਨੂੰ ਤੇ ਨਜ਼ਮਾ ਨੂੰ ਤੂੰ ਪੂਰਾ ਕਰ ਦਏਂਗਾ

-lvbrdz

Mere kuch sawal: benaame rishte de naam

Je tu naal nai rehna ta das meriya yaadan cho jaan da ki laenga je main kaha ke maitho bhul nai hona es gal da tu ki jawab daenga je kaha ke aj da din rukja mere kol ki mainu tu ik din di mohlat daenga os ik din ch main tere nal ik umar jeevangi ki tu mere nal ik umar jeevenga main koi raah nai aa manzil aa teri ki fer vi tu mainu raaha ch shad daenga meriya eh sab gla da jawab talkhi ch daenga ya mohabbat ch mainu mera banda haq ki tu es janam ch daenga Main koi farishteya wang tenu maut toh baad nai milangi ki tu mainu mere jeeondeya jee mil laenga mohabbat ik khushnuma ehsaas vi ae ki mere kani eh bol bhar daenga main suneya ki hun mainu tere kole kharne di vi izzazat nahi ki mainu tu apne kadma ch rakh laenga ena digna main sikheya hi nai si ki sahi waqt te tu mainu chuk laenga kuch rishte benaame mar jande ne ki es benaame rishte nu tu jeun da haq daenga bas dekheya tainu te bhaj payi main tere valle ki digdi tehndi nu tu apna hath daenga socha di udari nai mukdi jad tere baare likhdi aa ki meriya socha nu tu apne cheteya di tahni daenga Adhuriya shad deni aa es rishte wang main apniya nazma vi ki es rishte nu te nazma nu tu pura kar daenga

My few questions: to my nameless relationship

If you don't want to live with me So tell me, what will it take for you to go from my memories too? If I say, I will never be able to forget you What will be your reply? If I insist you to stay with me just for one day Will you give me one day's grace? In that one day, I will live a lifetime with you Will you live a lifetime with me? I am not a way but your destiny Will you still leave me in the way? Will you answer all my questions in harsh way or in love Will you give me my lawful right atleast in this life? I will not meet you like any angel after death Will you meet me while I'm still alive? Love is also a joy Will you ever fill my ears with these words? I heard that now I am not even allowed to stand next to you Will you keep me in your feet? I did not learn to fall this much Will you pick me at the right time? Some relationships die anonymously Will you give this nameless relationship the right to live? I just saw you and ran towards you Will you give me your hand before I start to fall? The flight of thoughts does not stop when I write about you Will you give my thoughts the branch of your memories? I leave incomplete my poems like this relationship Will you complete my poems and this relationship?

-lvbrdz

[badedramay]

arylie ki pasoori - 03/02/22

there’s no point of today’s pasoori tbh cuz it can be summarized in one word.

✨ m u r d e r ✨

main Nalle ka murder kardungi :)))))))

i swear i will kill him.

chop his sorry existence into little pieces

and just throw them in the trashcan

he ain’t worthy to be fed to animals.

dekh Nalla paidaishi chutiya hai yeh pata tha but BC iss ne jo aa hUm HuM huM HuM hUm huM ke jo record lagaye hain aaj matlab jee chah raha tha ghuss ke isska taintwa daba doon!

yesterday I talked about how Imlie was being selfish in her demands that Aryan wake up and come back to her. of how this time it was personal for her that he survives. so i suppose an argument can be made that Nalla was also being selfish and if one kind of selfishness can be allowed so should the other be

....lol noooooooo!

Imlie’s selfishness is not toxic. even in her selfishness she is selfless. she walked in a ring of fire just because of a tiny speck of hope that praying there will grant her the fulfillment of her wish. she was ready to burn if it meant saving Aryan. she was ready to be hurt if it mean her paying back all the pain..the pain that was meant to be for her...that Aryan took upon himself.

NALLA THOUGH!!!

that chaman chutiya istg jee chah raha hai trident se uski ankhen phod dun.

the constant “hum hum hum” was so fucking self centered. no way at any POINT did he show concern for anyone else but himself. 

oh HE was wronged

oh Aryan always had a vendetta against HIM because HE was only doing HIS job

HE was hurt cuz HIS relationship with Imlie couldnt survive

HE was sorry because HE couldnt save Imlie

but HE cannot be blamed cuz HE had the forces of the universe conspiring against him

TAIN TAIN TAIN BEEN BAJJ RAHI THI MANHOOS KI!!!

Imlie really have patience of saints. maine toh kasam se maar dena tha trident.

OH MY GOD IMLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TOOK ME MONTHS BUT I CAN SAY IT TODAY

MY QUEEEENNNN THE WAY YOU SLAYED!!!

honestly i was a bit scared when Nalla went on his entire spiel specially with “evidence” in his hands. so it was a bit of a fearful scene to watch...what Imlie’s reaction was going to be. but this girl this QUEEN straight up told him to STFU and shove his pity party up his ass. specially that line about how Malini has left her influence ALLL over him because he cannot see anything without seeing some sinister scheme. 

Imlie did not fail Aryan today. Imlie did not fail US today. she recalls every bit..every moment where Aryan has selflessly been there for her. always giving, never demanding. it was this reason why she was praying in the ring of fire in the first place! he who is not her “apna”..he who she calls his friend despite his vehement protests against the usage of the word while simultaneously going above and beyond doing more than what the rishta of friendship entails.

LMAO YEAH NALLA CANNOT RELATE.

AND WHO THE FUCK IS NALLA TO EXPLAIN TO HER WHAT SHE SHARES WITH ARYAN?!?!

I SCREAMED at the little head shaking in no when Nalla tried to say Aryan wasn’t her friend. like she didn’t even entertain the merest of possibility that Aryan WASN’T a friend...that he WASN’T a well wisher...that he DOESN’T care for her well being...that he had ANY sinister motive behind his constant support that he showed her....

YEAH NALLA GO CHOKE ON A HADDI TUJHE KYA PATA

the things Imlie and Aryan have gone through are so exclusive to just THEM...who is any outsider let alone NALLA to try to comprehend them? And i am so GLAD Imlie gave Nalla just a tiny glimpse of the things Aryan has done for Imlie. yeah...she’ll judge Aryan based on what she has SEEN of him...based on what she has EXPERIENCED with him. his past...what Nalla’s twisted narrative about Aryan is...Imlie doesn’t give a flying FUCK about that.

yaar buss...epic beissti ki iss Nalle ki. 

dil khush kardiya.

and the BEST part was how she RAN back to the hospital the moment she got the news that Aryan was awake.

*sniff*

ITNI KHUSSSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

SHE TRUSTS ONLY HER BOSS BABU NOW.

NALL TU TOH HISTORY HAI HISTORY.

actually no.

tu ek dark past hai which we all don’t claim :)))

pls jaake dustbin mein beth jaa.

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY MY BABY WAS RUNNING BACK TO HER FAMILY!!

Aryan is awake. Aryan is theek. my Rathores are being wholesome. rona araha hai. and Imlie stood at the door witnessing it all...ang ang se relief just exploding out of her. 

“Main soch bhi nahin sakta ke main kaise jeeyunga agar apko, Maa ko, aur.....Imlie kahan hai?”

FUCKIGN SCREAMING OVER HEREEEE

AND IMLIE WAS THERE

LISTENING AS HE ASKED FOR HER

ENTERING AS HE CALLED FOR HER

GREETING HIM

THEM SHARING THEIR OWN PRIVATE REUNION ANKHON ANKHON MEIN

THEN ARYAN THE GADHA THAT HE IS

ASKS HER 

“What’s up?”

I WILL SMACK THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THIS MAN WHY IS HE LIKE THIS?!?!??!

Kaam ke baare mein puch raha tha...Narmada maa na hoti toh KAAN ke neeche baja deti! this gradeA idiot. but she told him Imlie was out praying for him...and then FEMALE JAANIYA BAJA WHICH IS JUST SO SOFT BYEEE I CANNOT BELIEVE ITNI PROGRESS HOGAYI HAI. AND I HAVE WITNESSED THEM GROW FROM NOBODIES TO THIS. 

BYE MAIN JARHAI HOON RONE.

[ginazmemeoir]

So here is the entire story of what happened

So My centre and other centres (we all have our entrances on different road sides and cant really see each other as its quite far- couldnt find a picture to explain srry) are built in a huge empty polt off the main road and outside the gate there is this huge parking ( it isnt a parking like technically but everyone has made it a parking) for kids and teachers and other people of the area..

i think this might explain i couldnt find any proper image but i hope i do a good job at explaining anyways here it is

SO basically after my coaching was done all of us were dispersed ( time-5:30 pm )

So now mostly either my mom or dad pick me up since its too away from any metro and my timings are late and my parents are paranoid

Now its about 5:45 and everyone's gone and even the guard locked it up and went away most of the staffs gone since it was a half day otherwise we have classes till 9pm

A few of my guy friends waited with me for a while but I didnt want to keep them waiting on a saturday so i called my dad and he said he would be there in 2 minutes ( he hadnt even left his office. smh )

SO my guy friends were like alright we'll then i guess. It was getting dark it was about 6pm now and i was still standing in between cars (a lot of people use it for car parking even though its the institutes property but yeah)

I called my dad again like " WHERE ARE YOU " he was like i am coming dont worry !! stop calling so many times ( he was in a meeting so he switched his phone off then ig )

SO i was just standing there near the gate near the street light .( there are just 2 lights one barely works ) i am looking all round like i hope no one comes singing hanuman chalisa in my brain

and after a while a few guys came and they were looking me up and down and slowly started passing really bad comments about my body and how a girl like me shouldnt be out this late

Now i wanted to punch them and call the police but i did for the following reason -

They were 5 guys i would have never been able to fight them alone

I was on foot even if i ran away they were on bike and they would catch me

If i called the police that time they would take my phone right then, get angry and go from the verbal assaults to physical

I remembered in nirbhaya case the main guy said he only wanted the money and ended up raping her because she bit him and started to fight back and he wanted to " show her, her place" and i in no way wanted to anger them or do something that would make beat me up or get physical because then i would loose and get kidnapped and murdered

I was hoping that the guard bhaiya comes but he didnt i was like shit

i could call my dad but my dad would loose patience and drive rashly and yell at them through the phone so that would be of no help and they would clearly see me call him and take away my phone.

I didnt have anything like peper spray or even a knife which i now carry because fuck u the police wasnt there and they wouldnt even reach in time

So i put my phone on mute and decided to slowly walk away and go to the main road where i could find people and the police or at least someone and it was properly lit. ( imagine bikes )

I got up and started walking away and they got on their bikes and started saying " ab toh tujhe humse koi nhi bcha sakta meri jaan " ( at this point i knew that if they were dragging this soo long this meant they had a lot of time and wanted to have a lot of fun which idk i was true but meant i wasnt in any immediate danger if i didnt run and me slow walking was giving then a lot of fun of chase so they wouldnt start attacking right then)

It was abt 6:40 ? 45 god knows i was walking and they were commenting and laughing and saying " aji hume apna ashiq bna lo ya chalti hai kya 9 se 12"

You have no idea how much it took in me to not just start throwing punches right then and there ( and not cry but that would show weakness )

I was about near and i started running and jumped to the other side of the divider thing and they started following and then i saw my dads car on the main road and i ran to it and dad was like " you ok ? why u ran here ?" i was like nothing i was getting bored so i came to the main road and when i saw ur car i came and sat lets go quickly i want to eat food.

Out of the rear mirror i saw they left but i know they would have found another girl

Now i could have done this waay better but that time this was only thing i could think i mean i was in 10th for gods sake

OH DEAR GOD THANK GOD YOU WERE SAFE UH I WOULD HAVE PUNCHED MY DAD IN THE SHOULDER

also yeah good idea for the knife. Also carry bagh nakh or brass knuckles they're more concealable and brutal.

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immj2 28+29.12.20 lbs

ok we just gonna skimmmmmmmmmmmmm through these eps real quick, coz i wanna get back to reading my Bridgerton books.

28.12.20

i ship this so much, it fuckin hurtsssssss. GIVE ME THE KILLING EVE-ESQUE SAPPHIC ROMANCE I WANT, TELLYWOOD, STOP BEING SUCH FUCKING COWARDSSSSSSSSSSSSS

aaaaaaand she’s disappeared.

................... coz angre got his hands on her. angre i swear to god if you don’t unhand her and go back to just simping for your wife...........

lmao she bit him and ran away.

................ straightttttttttt into vansh’s arms.

oh shit. i ship this too????? fuck, this show is just too chock-full with ridiculously good looking people and i need them all to kiss each other’s necks.

ok, maybe not. BAAT BAAT PE YEH MANHOOS CHAAKU KYUN NIKAAL LETA HAI?!!?!? HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THAT THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE POCKET-CHAKKU?!!?!?

anyway, ahaana’s got a brain and just started screaming her head offfff for riddhima. which is what a normal person (read, anyone NOT RIDDHIMA) would do.

hein who this curly haired girl????

anyway, ahaana like i gots a secrettttt to tellll you. ABOUT VANSHHHHHHHH.

kabir a messyass bitch like me and is like ooooooooooooh ab aayega mazzaaaa.

iss sab ke beech ishani like heyyyy, this is my dress!!!!!! SIS, NO ONE CARES, WE ABOUT TO GET SOME HELLA GOOD GOSSIP. JESUS. PRIORITIES!!!

ahaana like someone wants to killllllllllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeee, and riddhima is like huh what who why they wanna kill you???? and sis, i think you know from living in this murder-house that ppl don’t particularly need a reason as such to wanna kill you. they just like homicide as a hobby.

vansh like I SHALLLLLLLLLLL PROTECT YOUUUUUUUUUU, YOU SHALL LIVE HERE. sir, i’m pretty sure it’s YOU that she’s talking about that wants to kill her.

riddhima like uhhhhhhhhh??? the fuck is going on? why you promising security to this chick who wanted to phodofy your bhaanda????

SOMEONE TELL ME WHO THAT CURLY HAIR GIRL IS, HAVE I FORGOTTEN A WHOLEASS CHARACTER OF THIS SHOW COZ I DIDN’T WATCH FOR 2 DAYS???????

anyway riddhima like WHOOOOOOOO IS SHEEEEE, YOU KNOW EACH OTHER FROM BEFORE????????? like damn, your psycho murderous ex is living in this house thanks to you, and vansh can’t even know a woman that’s not you????/

ahaana going on and on about this stupid SECRET and omg just spit it out or gtfo. i have 8 books of regency era sexy shenanigans to read, and i’m wasting time here on this nonsense.

ok. she saved his life. and did “seva” it seems. lmao the mental image i have.

“vansh, apna vaada yaad hai na? ki tum mera karz chukaaoge; keemat ya shakl jo bhi ho.” oh???????? big promise from vansh, if true.

vansh beginning to regret making such lofty vows.

(also mmmmmmm, what else dat pouty mouth do, baby???)

dadi has taken over and is like you saved my vansh‘s lifeeeeeeee, i shall make sure vansh keeps his promise, blah blah. lord WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALLLLLLL THISSSSSS?!?!?

riddhima like, why did you call me if you wanted to get in touch with him? why not just call him directly????

shaaaaaady reactions from vansh/ahaana at that. lightttttt goes out.

comes back on, and angre like fuck all this, let’s celebrate the new yearrrrrrrr. not sus at all. y’all are alllllllllllllll so fucking shady man. god, ahaana, just bust my girl ridz outta here and go to alaska and eat spaghetti together. iykyk.

and they all just started ballroom dancing as if they’re in beauty and the beast. attention span of a fucking gnat these ppl have. ek baat pe dhyaan nahi tiktiiii.

i’m here for this also. i just want all the sexy ppl to be with each other. idc who is with whom. just put any two of them together and i’m happy.

these two throwing some chabayaa hua dhamkis at each other. I DON’T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE UNLESS YOU SPILLING SPECIFIC DEEEEEEEEEEETS.

iske dimaag ke ghode kentucky derby mein daudne lage hain.

and hubs fullllllllllllly knows. he wanted exactly that.

she tries to ask questions and as usual, he shuts her down with ainvayi ki philosophy. MAN WHAT WILL IT FUCKING TAKE FOR YOU TO ANSWER A QUESTION STRAIGHT?????

big talk about pyaaaar and vishwaaaas and bro, i fully know what you’re doing here, you fucking bastard. bloody gaslighting her into ignoring her own instincts in the name of trusting you. like yes, she’s like extraaaa with the jasoosi, but she’s asking RELEVANT, PERTINENT QUESTIONS.

meanwhile this rakshason ki toli has got their hands on the “yes okay i’m a spy!!!!!!!!!!!!!” recording that siya had. great. wonderful. best.

they decide to wait for right moment to use it and show vansh. oh you fucking dumbasses................... he already knows. this is the problem; no one bothers to fucking communicate in this family. 

kabir trying to get the goss outta ahaana, but vansh ne mundi se ishaara kiya and angre just threw a drink on K, so he had to leave to go change.

i like her.

lol she called him a loser. never has a character been more right about all the men of this stupid show.

ahaana staring at vansh in a real strange way. oh bro, kya kaand kiya tha iske saath????? sach sach bolllllllllll.

these two seem have slid into each other’s inboxes already???? oh yeaaaaaaaaah.

ishani has come back with one V for Vendetta mask and is smirking some more about how riddhima is going down. *sigh* same old, same old. 

more ainvayi ka dancing. man, what a waste of a filler episode.

at the dinner table, riddhima finds a chit saying your life is in danger, come meet me out in the backyard. ishani and aryan and chachi making real weird faces. did they send the note or did ahaana???? either way, this not gonna end well for riddhima. as per always.

it’s got to the point where EVEN riddhima is calling out the plotholes in the damn show out loud; saying ahaana said HER life was in danger, now how the fuck is this all about MY life being in danger???

anyway the dumbass goes to investigate.

she got shoved into a car by V for Vendetta (that’s what they should call the show.) which is now filling up with smoke. wonderful.

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29.12.20

she’s so fucking stupid. there’s no way the car doors can be locked from the outside in such a way that they cannot be opened from the inside. peeche ke doors pe child-lock hain bhi, toh she can just climb to the front and open the front doors and jump out. honestly riddhima.

ishani trying to distract vansh from going to look for riddhima with chocolate cake.

vansh is me. cake pakda diya toh duniya ki koi parwaah nahi. it just meeeeeeeeeee and my cake, made for each other, truuueeeeeee loveee.

ALSO LMAO WHY DOES THIS DUDE EAT CAKE LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

riddhima still choking and struggling like a dumbass.

cake done, vansh off to look for his wife. gotta say, he’s got his priorities straight.

ishani making shady faces with Guy Fawkes mask. godddddd. who cares who cares who caresssss?

after 19023019283092130912390 moments of suspense, he finally found her and broke her outta the car.

some loving scolding for wandering off without telling him. dude’s she’s a grownass woman, not a toddler/pet.

anyway she told him someone shoved her in the car and he’s clenching his jaw most magnificently mmmmmmm that jawwww.

ab yeh kaunsi nayi musibat hai???

he’s promising to find and punish whoever and she’s thinking omg it kabir?!?!?!!!!!!!! as if noooooone else in the house wants to murder her.

she’s like you saved me again!!!!!!!! and he’s literally like stop playing khatron ke khiladi up in here every day and i won’t have to, bitch.

ishani literalllllly flaunting that mask on her arm and riddhima like OUFF YEH KHOOONI NANAD BAAZ NAHI AATI.

side mein dekha toh kabir also has one like that.

lmao everyyyyyyone has one of these masks.

R like i need to gtfo here from the presence of all these assholes, k byeeeeee.

she’s confronting ahaana ki why you call me outside and not show up yourself????

ahaana like, bitch tf you talking about? i didn’t call you or send any chit??!?!! get used to it ahaana, iss ghar mein rahogi toh yeh hourly occurance hai, aisa random chutiyaapa. tumhein toh aadat hogi hi, pichle janam mein oberois ke saath jo rahi ho.

riddhima bringing up vansh and ahaana like YOUR MAN SHADYYYYY AF. YOU SHOULDN’T TRUST HIM SO MUCH. iss ek line se hi i have gotten it ki ahaana has been planted by vansh and he’s trying to see if riddhima falls for anyone else’s hearsay again.

riddhima is giving speech about how much she trusts vansh and they’re each others’ parchhaai or some such shit, and lmaoooooooooooooo ahaana’s face......

same, sis. absolutely saaaame.

ahaana like “zindagi mein har bimaari ki dawaai hai, par galatfehmi ki nahi.” snortttttttt.

ahaana going heavy on “vansh don’t love you, he wants to killll your ass” speech and ouff....... ofc riddhima won’t listen. dumbass.

there is not ONE wrong thing ahaana is saying about vansh. not ONE. literally all of it is true. i mean, maybe he does “love” her or whatever, but kya hi karein aise bekaar roz roz life ruin karne waale pyaar ka? isse achcha toh naa hi kare pyaar.

aaaaaaaaand she got slapped for truth-telling. fuck. riddhima, you are such a fucking dumbass. where all this slappiness for your damn husband who was lying to your face for monthssssss, huh????

ugh mera pati mera ishq bhashaan. this chick deserves to be murdered. blindass.................. she’s doing the exact same shit she did with kabir, total blindddddd faith without listening to any reason. she deserves to be fucked over if she refused to learn anything from that kaand and won’t use her fucking brain even now.

honestly this sanctimonious speech she’s giving ahaana........

but for once she’s using her MAALKIN OF THE HOUSE rutba and telling to ahaana to gtfo the house.

lmao ahaana like tell vansh to throw me out, and i’ll go.

cut to......... riddhima is randomly staring at a ladder. as one does.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo. 😏😏😏

riddhima trying to tell vansh ki ahaana is off her rocker and....

well okay then! no more talking about ahaana! 🥰🥰🥰

great. all that was buttering up for the trust test he has set up for her.

climb the ladder, it seems. oh boy. i know what’s coming............

lmaooooo she climbs it and is like ok now you know that i trust you??? can i come back down now??? LOL DUMBASS HOW DID YOU NOT GUESS WHAT HE WANTED FROM THE MOMENT HE TOLD YOU TO CLIMB???????? dimaag ghutno mein hai iss ladki ki.

he’s telling her to jump. ofc. fucking asshole. tereko shauk hai random high places se chhalaang maarne ko toh you’ll make everyone do it or what?

HE’S ACTUALLY GETTING MAD AT HER HESITATION AND ALL I’LL CATCH YOU, DO YOU NOT TRUST ME?????? main hoti toh kehti ki bro, it’s not you that i don’t trust, i just know gravity as a force is more powerful than you are.

stupid stupiddddd bitch. she’s doing it also. DUDE, THIS IS A CLASSIC ABUSIVE TECHNIQUE, WHY DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG RIDDHIMAAAAA?!!?!?!? LIKE........................ THIS IS WHY PEOPLE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO GET MARRIED BEFORE THE AGE OF 30. THEIR BRAINS ARE JUST NOT GROWN ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how self satisfied she looks. fucking dumbass.

while his face is like ‘i can’t believe the twit actually did it.’

some more talk about how she trusts him mosttttttttttttttttttttttttt in the world, while he gets horny for it. god, what a pair of boring dysfunctional fucks. i liked it better when he was vihaan and had a bondage kink.

bharosa talk bharosa talk and oh my god it’s sooooooo fucking obvious he’s planted ahaana to test her and her trust. aaj yeh toh bas level 1 tha. the chutiyaapa just gonna go up from here.

she’s like i don’t like ahaana, why does she have to stay here? he’s turning it back on her and saying if we trust each other, what does it matter if she stays here or says whatever????? which ....... is just some reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy manipulative BS.

he’s saying she has some “issues” that he’ll handle. oh lord. ahaana in danger of getting murdered by this fucker too.

riddhima giving some more vaasta of her neverending trust.........

while this asshole makes these very TRUSTWORTHY faces.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand someone watches them. as per usual. no wonder vansh made sure to go far far far far away from this house to get some nookie. idhar karte toh it would be like those olden days royal weddings, where the whole court would come and sit and watch the marriage being consummated.

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Salt Satyagraha was a civil disobedience movement led by Mahatma Gandhi in 1930 against the British salt tax in India. The movement was a turning point in India’s struggle for independence and helped to galvanize the Indian National Congress and the Indian people against British rule. This article explores the history of the Salt Satyagraha and its significance in the Indian independence…

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Apna Ghar Sexual Exploitation case High Court

Apna Ghar Sexual Exploitation case High Court

In this post we will discuss about the infamous Apna Ghar Sexual Exploitation case which was blow to humanity and human dignity APNA GHAR: SEXUAL EXPLOITATION CASE The apna ghar horror unfolded what may be called a blow to humanity and human dignity. The event came into light when three girls ran off the scandalous shelter home in Rohtak, on May 7, 2012 and somehow managed to reach delhi. They…

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BUY & SELL !!!

Brand identity is the visible elements of a brand, such as colour, design, and logo, that identify and distinguish the brand in consumers' minds. Brand identity is distinct from the brand image. The former corresponds to the intent behind the branding and the way a company does the following—all to cultivate a certain image in consumers' minds:

Chooses its name

Designs its logo

Uses colours, shapes, and other visual elements in its products and promotions

Crafts the language in its advertisements

Trains employees to interact with customers

Brand image is the actual result of these efforts, successful or unsuccessful. 

The Indian retail industry has emerged as one of the most dynamic and fast-paced industries due to the entry of several new players. India is the world’s fifth-largest global destination in the retail space. The origins of retailing in India can be traced back to the emergence of Kirana stores. These stores used to cater to the local people. Eventually, hypermarkets and supermarkets emerged. The evolution of the sector includes the continuous improvement in supply chain management, distribution channels, technology, etc.

“Apna Bazaar” is an Indian retail chain established in the year 1996 in Kolkata, with 1500 outlets throughout the country selling groceries, fruits, vegetables, medicines, and mobile phones. The vision of the company was “to emerge as the largest retailer in India”. The mission was to deliver consistently better value to Indian consumers 365 days a year without any compromise on the quality of goods purchased. The company planned to expand in other parts of India. The various strategies adopted by the company were focusing on the lower and upper-middle-class, availing branded products and pricing them 10% lesser than the MRP.

After 2007, it failed because the stores expanded rapidly in various formats from groceries, medicines, consumer durables without sufficient funds in hand. Apna Bazaar operated on very slim or zero margins, as a result, there was higher cash outflow and inflows were almost nil. It had private labels in very few categories. Branded food and grocery were sold at a very thin margin and surviving with thin margins was difficult. They did not pay much attention to consumer service and the quality had dropped at most of the stores. Supply chain management was poor, resulting in lower fill rates and customer dissatisfaction. Poor inventory management resulted in defective& piled up inventory and breakages. Thus, poor inventory management drained a lot of money. In October 2008 the company ran out of enough funds to manage its operations and the business began to expand through debts. Hence, the company collapsed.

TASK IN HAND:

Apna Bazaar was not just any other departmental store or retail store. It needs a special plan to operate. So come up with a Marketing Plan on how will you Re-launch Apna Bazaar as a distinctive brand identity.

DELIVERABLES:

Make a Report & Visual Representation(PPT/Prezi) of not less than 7 pages containing:

7P’s of Marketing.

STP Analysis.

10-second video teaser(Post it on youtube/ Google Drive)

Phase wise Marketing Strategies

Print Ads (One minimum)

Make sure you email all the deliverables to mkt.thrive19@gmail.com before 18/11/2019, 11:30 p.m. Send the links to your videos in the same email. Multiple emails will result in negative marking. Please carry a printed copy of your report with you tomorrow. For any queries, feel free to contact any of the event heads. Make sure you adhere to the general guidelines and take feedback seriously. 

Congratulations on making it this far Aesthetes!

Extra deliverables are always appreciated. Creativity is key to the lock and practicality is an added advantage.

Cold Regards,

Team Aesthetes.

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Today's day was also a quicker one away from the stumps, I hit that on covers Session 1, NO COMMENTS!! Session 2 began with lectures, the same schedule everyday, no newness to life. I hurriedly ran home as the classes ended, cause today there's a cricket match between India and South Africa. I am fan of this game, I like to see every game of it. Indian bowling began well but in the middle, it was worsened and the score went beyond 290!! I had a little homework to do, I did while watching match. Session 3 began with India's batting, After the fall of first wicket, both batters played well and I'm enjoying their batting. After this I will study Inorganic Chemistry, which is becoming a headache for me day by day. I will try my best indeed. The studies are becoming more interesting day by day.

The next day begins with a new ray of hope and excitement. Will try to enjoy those moments!!

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INFINITE SHADES OF GREY :  A tribute to Hemant Kumar on his 100th birthday

Monday, June 15, 2020

Flashback of my long meeting with Hemant Kumar 34 years ago

by

Raju Korti

After years of longing, I finally managed to catch up with legendary composer, singer and producer Hemant Kumar in 1984, just five years before he passed to leave an unfilled vacuum. He was well past his prime then but his composing and singing instincts were as impeccable. As a keen devotee of film music, thanks to those golden fifties, sixties and early seventies, I nursed an abiding regret of not being able to meet the man about whom I had read and heard so much. As I write this blog, there is a tangential satisfaction to that anguish that it is better late than never. I have no answer to why I didn't write about the intensive interaction I had with him all these years but as an apology of a consolation, I am happy that this blog coincides with his 100th birthday today (June 16).

I will never forget the long, searching look Hemant Da gave me when we met. Dressed in white pyjamas and a long kurta, his six-plus feet lanky frame towered above my diminutive 5-plus feet. Having recovered from an acute heart condition, he looked pale, drawn and weak. Apparently, he was incredulous that someone who had just stepped into his thirties could even think of talking to a veteran who was been-there-done-that. I had to pull myself together before I lent credence to his apparent misgivings. He was accompanied by playback singer Aarti Mukherjee (of 'Saara mora kajra chhudaya tune' fame) who did not take any part in the three-hour conversation except occasional nods and smiles. "Hemant Da, they always talk about the two faculties that you straddled so brilliantly -- as a composer and a singer. So who's better between the two?" I asked him. "I can't put my finger on any one of them. Both are an inseparable parts of my musical instincts. Although, I began as a short story writer, my mind was into music. So I quit Engineering despite vehement opposition from my father. Mind you, one of my short stories won critical literary acclaim when I was barely sixteen but I was prepared to chuck that talent for Rabindra Sangeet." Hemant Da's predilection towards his passion was right on target as within a year he became a singer for All India Radio, his deeply baritone vocals tailor-made to take on the depth of Tagore's compositions. "In those days, my singing hero was Pankaj Mullick and I use to ape him so well that I was nicknamed Chhota Pankaj. But beyond this hero worship, I regret I could not get my teeth into rigorous classical music. It is a regret I will carry to my grave," he said. Having followed Hemant Da's career closely, I could see that the lack of adequate classical music -- by his own admission -- was no handicap, especially in films. In the early forties, his contemporary was King Talat Mehmood whose chaste Urdu diction and rendition of ghazals had made him a darling of the masses. Mohammed Rafi, who later went on to become the premier singer of the industry, was just struggling to gain a toehold while Mukesh had just got going. Kishore Kumar was nowhere on the scene. As someone carrying the stamp and legacy of Rabindra Sangeet, Hemant Da found himself at variance with the genre of film songs. That, however, wasn't a handicap as he had the prime examples of Sachin Dev Burman and Salil Choudhury, both Dadas in every sense of the word. Another Dada was in the making to join this exalted company. "It was in the early forties that I hitched onto the Indian People's Theatre Association (IPTA), a Left-leaning  body which had composer and song writer Salil Da as one of its mainstays. I was in the midst of some musical greats and it was particularly satisfying that Rabindra Sangeet was a common chord that ran through us," Hemant Da recalled. "I wasn't doing badly at all, composing for Bengali films, but when Filmistan made Anandmath in 1951 and I was asked to compose its music, I decided to explore Mumbai, the Mecca of film music. The film was a moderate success but a then raw Lata's Vande Mataram struck perfect patriotic notes and made people sit up and take notice. Then came Shart where I did my own bidding with Na ye chaand hoga." "But wasn't this a turning point for you? Dev Anand happened," I asked him. "Na ye chaand hoga was just the platform. Ye raat ye chaandni (Jaal), Chup hai dharti chup hai chaand sitaare and Teri duniya mein jeene se  (House No 44), Hai apna dil to awaara (Solva Saal) and Na tum hame jaano (Baat Ek Raat Ki) happened because Burman Dada was convinced I could fit on Dev Anand's lips," Hemant Da reminisced, pointing out that in the years to come, he steered himself with his own talent through Naagin, Duniya Jhukti Hai, Bees Saal Baad, Bin Badal Barsaat, Kohra and Anupama. The interesting aside here is this was the same Burman Dada who before being a guide to Hemant Da was contemplating to quit and go back to Calcutta because the scene in Mumbai didn't appeal to his Bengali ethos. Such was Hemant Da's unflinching belief in the potential of Rabindra Sangeet that in those days he was considered as only next to Mullick in the intricacies of that genre ahead of seniors like Burman Dada and Salil Da. This hierarchy was also with its anomalies. Burman Da understood little or nothing of Hindi. He needed to understand the mood of the song and its words written in Bengali before he could employ his compositional genius. Hemant Da was in comparison much more comfortable, having come from the Hindi hinterland of Benares. He was also very much in tune with the musical philosophy of Salil Da and although it didn't show much in his (Hemant Da's) compositions, he had as much flair and understanding of the symphonies, notably among them being Bach. Naagin made Hemant Da a household name. For many, that was no big surprise as composer Ravi who he assisted for many years, told him that given his talent, it was time he started going his own way. The film's feet-tapping music with a string of Lata hits as also his solos and duets, was a revelation as against the three-hour visual atrocity on the viewers. People rather went to 'hear' the movie than 'see' it. The film won him a Filmfare Award. But Hemant Da preferred to dwell on mid-1955 when he sang four solos for the legendary Uttam Kumar. It was the beginning of an enduring friendship and their chemistry showed they were the most poplar singer-actor combination holding an unchallenged sway for almost a decade. Hemant Da lapsed into nostalgia as I mentioned to him that period when he was composing for a lot of Bengali and Hindi films while jealously guarding his roots in Rabindra music. "I was at the peak of my career then as a composer and singer. The best was I was singing for maestros like Nachiket Ghosh, Robin Chatterjee and Salil Choudhury. Some of my songs were remakes or improvisations of the Bengali original. I also hobnobbed with production. Bees Saal Baad, Kohra and Khamoshi were produced by me. Neel Akasher Neeche was directed by Mrinal Sen and went on to bag the President's Gold Medal after an unsavoury controversy." Bees Saal Baad and Kohra forged a wonderful relationship with Biswajeet. After almost an hour, Hemant Da was coming to the perception that for a youngster, I had done my home work fairly well as I mentioned his one song after the other in the course of the meeting. A faint smile creased his face when I mentioned to him that in the bevy of beauties that he sang, my favourites happened to be the 1955 Sardar Malik beauty filmed on Prem Nath 'Mai garibo ka dil hoon watan ki zubaan' (Aab-e Hayat) and a duet with Geeta Dutt from Detective (1958) 'Mujh ko tum jo mile ye jahaan mil gaya' (Fabulous use of Hawaii guitar). He had a word of lament for Mukul Roy, Geeta's brother and the composer of that dulcet duet. "He was such a talented music director and understood the nuances of film music so well but it beats me why his career didn't pick up." In an era when he rubbed shoulders with the likes of Shankar Jaikishen, OP Nayyar, C Ramchandra, Naushad, Madan Mohan, Roshan, Hemant Da did not even once go in for lavish orchestrations. His accompaniments were minimal and the song carried itself on the weight of its sweetness. Hemant Da was particularly delighted when I pointed out how sublime Lata sounded in 'Chhup gaya koi re door se pukar ke' in that obscure film Champakali (1960). He seemed touched when I said it could give Madan Mohan's 'Chaand maddham hai' (Railway Platform/1957) a stiff competition. "I think Burman Dada's influence rubbed off on me. Even when it came to the choice of singers. I remember how he had singled me out to sing for Dev Anand when everyone else felt that my voice wouldn't suit his persona. See how Burman Da stood vindicated. In my career as composer, my choices have been guided by the demands of the song per se rather than factors like who was lip-synching the song and how many instruments I must employ to embellish it." "You tuned so well with Burman Dada and sang 12-13 songs for Dev Anand. What happened thereafter? I asked him. Hemant Da paused a little but the gentleman in him came to the fore. "I don't know what happened after Baat Ek Raat Ki. He never called and I didn't ask. I didn't think too much about it and got busy with my own work." Was it that on Burman Dada's exacting scale Hemant Da's voice had lost its baritone edge? Unlikely, as you know that the quality of his voice was still replete with the same refined sensitivity. I can vouch as I heard him in flesh and blood. "I used Mohammed Rafi and Kishore Kumar sparingly even at the peak of their careers. For that matter, I sang my own song only when it was absolutely called for. I shared a great working rapport with them and I was devastated when I lost two dear younger brothers -- Rafi and Uttam Kumar -- in a span of just one week. They were giants. Why didn't I work with them more? I loved Rafi's Dil ki aawaaz bhi sun (Humsaaya), Manna's Piya maine kya kiya (Us Paar), Mukesh's Woh tere pyaar ka gham. Even an otherwise exuberant Kishore was polite when he teamed up with me. He knew exactly what I wanted to deliver in Kashti ka khamosh safar hai (Girl Friend). I have memories of Rafi walking up to me and wanting to know the pronunciation of some Bengali words before he sang those songs. He was one singer who knew how to use the mike well -- like when to sing from the throat and when to sing from his navel." For all his modesty, Hemant Da could run a quick temper at times and did not hesitate to mince words. He revealed how he had warned Guru Dutt against the latter's penchant for changing his singers and composers at the last minute, citing the example of the 1962 classic Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam that had adultery as its theme. "I agreed only after Guru gave me an undertaking saying that only I was equipped to handle the music since it was set in the backdrop of Bengal." History was made before it was written. For a man on whom the Government of India issued a stamp posthumously in 2016 and had won a spate of awards and recognition, including two national Awards, Hemant Da didn't make much of this memorabilia. He never mentioned any of his songs when asked about his favourites. Having refused Padmashri in the 1970s, he also shunned Padma Bushman which was three years after I met him. More than three decades after his death music companies keep releasing his albums, repackaging his old songs. There are dime a dozen who copy Rafi, Kishore, Mukesh and don't admit so but I personally know many who take a great delight in unabashedly conceding that they love to imitate Hemant Da's style but are nowhere near. Close your eyes and hear the Kishore Kumar composed 1964 beauty from Door Gagan Ki Chhaon Mein: 'Raahi tu mat ruk jaana, toofan se mat ghabrana Kabhi to milegi teri manzil Kahin door gagan ki chhaon mein..' It may have been incommoded by KK's own 'Jin raaton ki bhor nahi hai' but has in sharp contrast hope and tranquility that make the song a quintessential Hemant Kumar from a school of music that qualifies to be a university of its own. PS: It needed a Hemant Kumar song for a film to be qualified as 'haunting'. And since the man was too modest to speak about his own songs, I will labour over my favourite HK solos and duets which I am sure might raise eyebrows for skipping songs which have hit higher popularity charts. Partly, my choices are influenced because you don't get to hear them much. So here I go. 1) Mai garibo ka dil hoon watan ki zubaan (Aab-e-Hayat/1955/Solo) 2) Mujh ko tum jo mile, ye jahaan mil gaya (Detective/1958/With Geeta Dutt) 3) Aa neele gagan tale pyaar hum kare (Baadshah/1954/With Lata) 4) Baharo se pucho nazaaro se pucho dil kyo deewana mera ho gaya (Fashion/1959/With Lata) 5) Nai manzil nayi raahen naya hai karvaan apna (Hill Station/1957/With Lata) 6) Raahi tu mat ruk jaana (Door Gagan Ki Chhaon Mein/1964/Solo) 7) Dekho wo chaand chup ke karta hai kya ishaare (Shart/1954/With Lata) 8) Zindagi kitni khubsoorat hai (Bin Badal Barsaat/1963/Solo HK version) 9) Jab jaag uthe armaan to kaise neend aaye (Bin Badal Barsaat/1963/Solo) 10) Ye nayan dare dare, ye jaam bhare bhare (Kohra/1964/Solo)

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A defining moment

"Tum mujhse naraz ho? Bohot jyada naraz ho?"

"Thodasa" said Abir faking anger.

"Lekin tum sirf dost nahi ho Abir. Dost se badhkar ho... aur mai tumhe khud se thodasa bhi naraz nahi rehne dungi!!"

At that very moment Kunal walked in...

And when he saw her standing in the close proximity of his brother, his protective instincts kicked in.

" What are you doing here? Stop buttering bhai, ok? Jab tak mai yahan hoon tumhari daal nahi galne doonga. Mai tumhe bhai ko emotionally manipulate nahi karne dunga. You get that?"

"NANKO!" Abir says " kya bol raha hai..."

"Bhai apko kuch nahi pata. Mai is ladki ko achche se janta hoon. Pehle sympathy gain karegi aur phir apna kaam nikalwa legi apse."

"Shut up Nanko! Ye koi tarika hai baat karne ka?"

"Tum abhi bhi yahi khadi ho? Gayi nahi? Mujhe bhai se important baat karni hai, so you just leave, ok."

Mishti looks at Kunal with a resigned expression. Why does he have to be so difficult every single time!

"Ok" she was about to leave when Abir signals her to stay. "Nanko, Mishti yahaan kaam se ayi hai. Mere school mei bhi aur mere room mei bhi. To use apni baat poori kar lene do. Mai tumse thodi der mei milta hoon."

"Lekin bhai..."

"Nanko..."

"Aisi bhi kaunsi important baat karni hai ise? Kaunsa saal bhar ka balance sheet discuss karne ayi hai jo baad mein nahi aa sakti? Anyways, mai ye keh raha tha ki..."

"Kunal mai Abir se..." says Mishti.

" Will you just shut up?" Kunal almost snapped at her.

"NANKO!!" Abir raised his voice.

He was trying his level best not to lose his cool. But Kunal was now getting on his nerves. He was not going to take Mishti's insult lightly. No one... just no one can dare to insult a lady in front of Abir Rajvansh. And Mishti was special. She, was the love of his life and he will readily give up his own life for her honour. He had decided in that split second that enough is enough. He won't take any crap coming her way, especially from Kunal.

"Kisi posh building ke AC conference room mei table par baithkar dinbhar discussion nahi karta to kya mera kaam important nahi hai? "

"Bhai maine aisa kab kaha?"

"To meri meetings mei itne disturbances kyu aarahe hai?" Abir was curt. And kunal got the message loud and clear. His bhai was upset and he didn't want to be the reason for it.

"Mai apse baad mei milta hoon. Aap pehle apni meeting Khatam kar lo bhai." He shot an angry glance at Mishti and turned to go.

"Jaate wakt darwaza band karte Jana. Mai nahi chahta ki koi mujhe dobara disturb kare."

With that Kunal walked out, silently closing the door behind him.

"I am sorry Mishti. "

"Sorry to mai kahne ayi thi. Tum kyu keh rahe ho?"

"Kunal ko tumse aise baat nahi karni chahiye thi..."

"It's ok. Aur wise bhi usne jo bhi kaha wo important nahi hai."

"To kya important hai Mishti?"

"Tum"

"Kyu?"

"Bas ho."

"Mishti..."

"Abir, pata hai... jab courtship mei thi to badi confused thi mai. Samajh nahi aa raha tha ki rishta sahi hai ya nahi. Upar se bahar Walon ke taane, gharwalon ke expectations... mai decision nahi le pa rahi thi. Wait kar rahi thi ki koi ishara mile. Har baar tumhari raye janana chahti thi. Tab nahi samjh pai, par ab janti hoon ki tum kitne important ho. Tum kya sochte ho, wo mere liye kitna important hai."

"Mai kabhi kuch bhi aisa nahi karna chahti jo tumhe achcha na lage. Mai apni life mei bahut kuch kho chuki hoon. Humari dosti mere liye Sab kuch hai. Mai is dosti ko nahi khona chahti. Mai tumhe nahi khona chahti Abir! "

Mishti turned away from him. She was facing the mirror now. Looking at him in the mirror, she said,

"Mai aisa koi decision nahi lena chahti jo humari dosti ko affect kare. I hope you understand Abir..." Abir was also looking at her in the mirror.

He was keenly observing her. He wanted to gauge where all this was headed. At the same time, he didn't want to push her. Mishti was already stressing herself by revisiting her unpleasant memories and he didn't want to add up to the pressure that was mounting on her. He genuinely wanted to comfort her. He was longing to ease her worries and wipe out her insecurities. But at her pace. He did not want to rush. That would only complicate matters.

He wanted to help her. "Tum is baat ki tension bilkul mat lo. Ye dosti jitni tumhare liye important hai utni hi mere liye bhi hai. I do understand your feelings... Mishti." He said with an understanding smile.

"No you don't..."

"Mishti" he said "tumhe jitna time lena hai tum le sakti ho. Mai yahi hoon. Tumhe chodkar kahi nahi jaunga."

"Kitni ajeeb baat hai na Abir, jab time chahiye tha to koi dene ke liye tayyar nahi tha. Aur ab..."

"Ab kya?"

At times it takes forever to take a small decision in life, just because we keep waiting for the right moment. But sometimes its only a split second thats needed to take life's most important decisions. That was exactly what was happening with Mishti!

" I am scared Abir. Mujhe taane sunne ki aadat hai. Jab khushiyan aati hai to dar lagta hai... phir se disappoint hone ka."

"Tumhe mujhpar, humare rishte par kya itna bhi bharosa nahi hai ?"

"Mujhe apni kismat par bharosa nahi hai. Jo khushiyan dikhayi de rahi hai, pata nahi unpar mera hak hai bhi ya nahi... "and she faced him.

Abir lovingly put his hand on her head. He said "Ye khushiyan tumhari hi hain Mishti. Ab inhe accept karna hai ya jane dena hai, wo tumhe khud decide karna hai. Just remember one thing. I'll always stand by you. No matter what you decide."

" I think humein ab bahar chalna chahiye. Kaafi der ho gayee hai. " with that, he walked out of the room...

Abir came out of the room and almost bumped into Kunal and Kuhu!

...When Abir patted on her head, she felt as if a huge burden was being lifted off her head. She felt so calm and composed now.

She noticed the picture of heart was still in her hand. She smiled looking at it. She rushed out to find Abir. She had finally made her decision and she wanted to tell him that... and so much more!

Outside the room, Abir was surprised to find Kunal and Kuhu together. Them being together was not really a surprise but what they had done was definitely surprising. It was dusk already and the whole school campus was lit up with fairy lights!

"Bhai! Why did you take so long? See what we have done? Un gundon ke pakde Jane ki khushi mei Humne saare school ko decorate kiya hai. Humne poore school premises mei apke favourite lights laga diye hai. kaisa laga apko humara surprise?"

Abir was still processing all this, when Mishti rushed outside.

"Abeeeeerr...."

He turned back to see her running towards him. Why was she yelling at the top of her voice? Was something wrong? Did she hurt herself inside? All kinds of thoughts came flooding into his head and he was so overwhelmed by the site of her rushing towards him!

"Kya Hua? Tum theek to ho? Kahin chot to nahi aayi na? Aise kyu chilla rahi thi?"

"Mai theek hoon. Tumhe kuch batana tha. Infact, tumse kuch kehna tha."

"Oye tragedy queen, pehle saans to lele. Aisa bhi kya excitement hai?" Said Kuhu.

Kunal was as always irritated by her appearance.

"Jo bhi bolna hai baad mei bolna. Abhi mai bhai ko lighting dikhane le ja raha hoon." "Chaliye bhai..."

Mishti side stepped Kunal and handed over the picture of heart to Abir. He looked at the picture, then at her. Even before he could react she said, "Maine decide kar liya hai Abir. Mujhe khush rehna hai."

A small grin made its way on Abir's face.

Mishti held both his hands and kneeled down in front of him...

"Jiss se bhi Milte ho use apna bana lete ho,

Parayon ke liye bhi tum jaan ki bazi lagaa dete ho!

Jab bhi milte ho, kuch naya sikhate ho,

Har mushkil ko meri tum door bhagaate ho!"

Abir couldn't believe his ears! Mishti was actually proposing him!!

"Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon tum itne lambe kaise ho,

insaan ho ya koi khambe ho!!"

Buy now the small grin had turned into a huge smile. He knelt down facing her. They were at eye level now, still holding each other's hands. She continued...

"Shayari karte ho badi funny,

You are super cute like a bunny..

Itne ajeeb ho, lekin kitne cool ho!

Garden ka phool ho ya mechanic ka koi super tool ho?"

Mishti was in her element now and Abir was on cloud nine!

"Jaise bhi ho bahut achche ho,

Tum dost bade sachche ho!

SOS call Hamare ho,

Tum pass ho to iraade humare nek kaise ho?

Tumhare bina Chalegi nahi life mein scooty ho ya car,

You are my stepney mere yaar!

Mister ajeeb insaan,

Tum ban gaye ho meri jaan!"

"Mishti!!" Abir was spellbound by her way of expression. Probably for the very first time in his life, he was falling short of words.

"Tumhare pyar mein ghayal hai ek voilent Sherni...

Forever ke liye tumhari ho gayi yeh tumhari angry chorni!"

It felt like eternity when they were lost in each other. Kunal gulped hard and Kuhu's eyes were bulging out of their eye sockets in disbelief.

Finally Abir got up and helped Mishti get back on her feet. Her face was radiating happiness. Mishti wiped a lone tear that ran down Abir's face.

He held her hand on his cheek for a moment and then kissed her palm.

The hopelessly in love, die hard romantic poet in Abir finally found a few words to express his feelings...

"Muddaton ke baad hogi ye baat bhi poori,

Nahi rahegi humari kahaani ab adhoori.

Kayi mushkilon ke baad, aya hai haathon mein apka haath,

Wada karte hai har kadam par nibhayenge hum apka saath.

Hai kasam pyar ki humein, ye haath nahi chodenge,

Bharosa kiya hai jo apne, kabhi nahi todenge.

Anmol the moti jo apki ankhon se bahe...

Kayi gum masoom se is dil ne sahe..

Ab in palkon mei sapne basayenge,

Hum apka anchal sitaron se sajayenge.

Is dil ka har dard mitayenge,

Yeh pyar hum mar kar bhi nibhayenge!"

They embraced each other, with Mishti resting her head on his bare chest (he had still not buttoned his shirt!) And he gently held her at her waist.

The two soulmates found their way to each other's heart. Their future seemed as bright as the fairy lights. And the bright starry sky watching over the lovely couple as their guarding angel.

What a lovely sight to behold! 😍

[bollywoodirect]

Remembering actor Kanhaiyalal Chaturvedi on his 35th death anniversary.

Born in 1910 in Varanasi, his father Pandit Bhairodutt Choube, popularly known as Choubheji, was the proprietor of the Sanatan Dharm Natak Samaj in Varanasi.

He was fond of plays and came to Mumbai to find a space on stage. He staged his own written play Pandrah August in Mumbai, later he tried his luck in films. He also had written many plays. In the 1939 film Ek Hi Raasta as Banke he got a break in Hindi films and in 1940 he got a role of moneylender (Sahukar) in a Mehboob Khan's film Aurat as Sukhilala. After that he later acted in many films as a character artist. When Mehboob Khan was directed his film Mother India, he again picked Kanhaiya Lal to act as Sukkhi Lala, a character that came alive with his natural acting. After that Kanhaiya Lal played same type of roles in Ganga Jamuna, Gopi, Upkar, Apna Desh. His other notable movies are Dushman, Bandhan, Bharosa, Dharti Kahe Pukar Ke, Hum Paanch, Bhookh (1947). He is known for his roles in Mother India, Gunga Jumna, Upkar etc.

His memorable roles include those as villainous scheming moneylender in the films Mother India and Upkaar As he recalled in an interview, “An actor playing Motilal‘s father had not reported on the sets, so there was an opportunity to step into the breach. The dialogue I had to speak ran to a full sheet of foolscap paper. Almost everyone on the sets was ready to laugh at my trying to set up as an actor, but God helped me and I did my job.” The film was ‘Jhul Badn’, written by K. M. Munshi (the founder of Bhartiya Vidya Bhawan), directed by Sarvottam Badami and starring Motilal and Sabita Devi. To his elation, his speaking role début fetched a ten rupee increment as his salary rose to Rs.45 a month. “Another promotion I earned was to play grandfather instead of father. This was in ‘Sadhana’, also of Sagar. My grandson was the hero of the film, Prem Adib. That was my first big role after which I became ‘acceptable’. I was quite young but I thus started playing old roles. And, down the years, I got older and older but my roles didn’t grow younger and younger!”

For ‘Sadhana,’ he also functioned also as dialogue and lyric writer. In fact, it was while he was reading out the dialogue he had written that Mr. Chimanlal Desai, proprietor of Sagar, offered him to enact the role. “I must also record that when the film was being made, quite a number of people thought I was bogus and withheld coöperation. However, the film was a big hit and ran to a silver jubilee at the Imperial Cinema.”

Getting frustrated at drawing a blank for directing a film, after Sadhana he returned home to Varanasi. When he returned to Bombay, it was with the understanding that he would help Virendra Desai (son of Sagar Movietone boss, Chimanlal Desai). He rewrote the dialogue of ‘Sanskar’ as also its lyrics but it came to naught.

However, the ascension of his career graph was kick-started by Mehboob Khan with writer Wajahat Mirza playing catalyst at whose insistence he was selected for the role of Sukhilala in ‘Aurat (1940), the wicked moneylender who has designs on the young widow. As he reminisced in an interview, “On this production, too, I had the feeling that the ice had yet to be broken. There was no make-up man free or willing to attend to me. When I explained this difficulty to Faredoon Irani, the cinematographer, he calmly said, ‘Don’t worry. Just appear as you are and I will photograph you without makeup.’ He did just that. My make-up consisted only of a moustache. There are not very many cinematographers who will stake their reputation by agreeing to photograph artistes without make-up. I admired Mr. Irani’s courage and self-confidence. I regard my Aurat role as a really good one. I was helped tremendously by the lines Wajahat Mirza wrote for me. In fact, I firmly believe that what an actor needs most of all are good dialogue to enable him to do well.”

During the shooting of the scene in which the house collapses on the salacious Sukhilala, Kanhaiyalal got hurt. In honour of the dictum, the show must go on, he right away told Mehboob Khan not to call a doctor immediately but to finish the remaining shots. When he came out of the set eventually, the doctor was waiting for him. Aurat had a golden jubilee run with Sardar Akhtar (Mrs. Mehboob Khan) playing the lead. When Mehboob remade ‘Aurat’ as ‘Mother India’ (1957), only Kanhaiyalal reprised his role, a first in Hindi cinema with the same actor replaying the same character 17 years later.

Telescoped into the stereotype that bears his signature, early in his career he experimented much more than in his later years. “In Mehboob’s film ‘Bahen,’ (1941) I had the role of a good-natured pickpocket. Here, four scenes originally conceived for me were spun out into about fourteen by Wajahat Mirza.

In National Studios’ ‘Radhika,’ (1941) directed by K. B. Lall I played a temple priest and in ‘Lal Haveli,’ (1944, again by Lall) I played the comic role of a Pandit. Yakub starred in the film and his frequent punch line telling me ‘Chacha, pasina aa raha hai’ became quite famous.”

Gunga Jumna (1961) he again excelled as a ‘munim’. He also shone in Mahesh Kaul’s ‘Sautela Bhai’ (1962) but the film tanked. Gemini’s ‘Grahasti,’ (1962) in which he played a station master gave him immense satisfaction and he said, “In my opinion, it’s the first picture from the South to achieve that much versatility.”

The trouble monger continued his winning streak with Upkar, Ram aur Shyam (both 1967), Jeevan Mrityu (1970), Apna Desh (1972), Karmayogi (1978) and Hum Paanch (1980).

After completing a century of roles in Bollywood, Hathkadi (1982) became his swan song as his histrionics breathed their last on 14 Aug 1982. He was 72.

Here’s to remembering and raising a toast for this screen talent on his death anniversary.

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Let’s see, I need something really phenomenal this week, don’t I?  Hmmm.  Hmmm.  Oh!  I have it!  A new twist on the original classic!

My very first TGIF post, which I was kind of proud of and kind of ashamed off, and then it wracked up lots of views so I decided to make it a theme, was comparing actors and actresses with food.  And now…….BABY ANIMALS!!!!

I thought this was going to be hard, and then I realized the simply thing is to find the animal first, and then the star.  I google image searched “puppies”, and right away I found my first match.  This is perfect, yes?  Sanjay Dutt and a little baby bulldog?

  Not in every film, but doesn’t this little wolf-y puppy look just like Ranveer in Bajirao?

  I know the hair isn’t right, but the expression in the eyes is the same, right?  Between Dilip Sahib and this sad little fluffy pup (I don’t know dog breeds).

A rare vintage photo of tragedy king Dilip Kumar in a sad mood

  Speaking of sad puppies, Ranbir was basically a happy-sad-mad puppy for all of ADHM.  But I think these two stills are a particularly good match, between him and the sad Labrador.

  I know I don’t always cross gender lines, but this is just too perfect, right?  Alia and a little kitten, both with flowers on their heads?

  On the other hand, can we agree that Aishwarya in ADHM perfectly matches this lip-licking kitten?

  Also, Bhagyashree and this tiny big-eyed cocker spaniel puppy.  They both have such nice hair and perfectly round faces!

  I debated a lot over Shahrukh and Salman (I almost went with Salman as the daddy pit bull over a whole bunch of puppies), but I think these two malamute pups playing together perfectly captures the whole Karan-Arjun vibe, don’t you?

  On the other hand, these two corgie puppies making silly faces feels very Andaz Apna Apna.

  So long as we are doing pairs, Ranveer Singh and Arjun Kapoor in Gunday are a pretty good match for these two shiny coated pops, right?  Except the colors are reversed.

  I just ran across this picture of a kitten, and I was struck by how his sort of evil heartless face matched Shahrukh in Asoka! (I’m not a cat person)

British shorthair red tabby kitten miaowing

  Oh!  Look at this kitten!  I saw it, and immediately thought “I’ve seen that before!”  But I couldn’t figure out where.  Thank goodness, the internet helped me find the perfect Rani Mukherjee surprise face to match.

  It’s a different angle and all, but I don’t know, I think this kitten is kind of pulling off the sombrero better than Hrithik.

      You know Arjun Kapoor‘s playing a basketball player in his next movie?  And also has got that sort of mixed up and fluffy and rough kind of vibe to him, like this little brown and black puppy.

  I know they don’t seem to have much in common, but there is a sort of similar “I am lord of all I survey!” attitude between this Burmese Mountain puppy, and Shahrukh in Jab Tak Hain Jaan.  Also, they both have sort of layered mottled coats.

  Speaking of snow and puppies who are lord of all they survey, look at this little brown dog and Salman in Lucky!  Both worn down by winter, but still alert and ready to do their best to defend their people.

  This sort of casual glance over the top of the tulip fields, this is very similar between Amitabh and this random mutt, right?  Plus, same color tone in their outfit!

  Speaking of recreating famous shots, I feel this kitten and Shahrukh have a similar attitude to red silk sheets.

  I know I already listed Aish as a kitten, but that’s really just in the one role.  In her modeling photos she is something a little more exotic.  Like a bunny!  A fat sleek bunny who commands the camera.

  You know who’s really exotic?  Rekha!  Can only be fully captured by a baby mongoose.

  And can we agree that there is only one family that could possibly be considered as lion cubs?  Sunny, Bobby, and Abhay are even kind of moving like a pack!

  And finally, the one real top lion cub.  Who somehow also always makes his way into these posts?  Anyway, Dharam-Garam!

TGIF: Now More Than Ever, We Need A Silly Post! Let's see, I need something really phenomenal this week, don't I?  Hmmm.  Hmmm.  Oh!  I have it!