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Krishna on the Beach

Harsha Prabhu wanders on a beach in Goa and stumbles upon the God of Love

Arambol, Goa, August 2019

The Photoshoot

It was the weekend of the global protest against the destruction and burning of the forests in the Amazon basin, aided and abetted by the Brazilian government.

A few of us decided to hold a pop up demonstration at Arambol beach against this act of environmental vandalism that threatened the livelihood of the indigenous people of Brazil - and 20% of the world’s oxygen supply. The demo would be in the form of a photo shoot, with people holding placards that spelt: SOS Amazon! We needed a quorum of 12 people to hold the placards. Seemed easy enough.

But it wasn’t. It took us a full hour of hustling on the beach to get the magic 12. Many we asked begged off for one reason or another: they did not understand what I said (Russian tourists); they were waiting for someone; they had to be somewhere else; they had to discuss it with their group before agreeing to participate. Some of these procrastinators were clearly entitled, middle class Indian tourists from major metros, visiting Goa as part of a package tour, sporting t-shirts with the tour logo. Somehow, we managed to find 12 souls willing and able to be a part of the the visual petition against the Amazon destruction.

After the photoshoot I wandered along the beach. Then I heard the sound of bells. Turning, I saw a group of men striding down the beach. One of them was carrying something on his head; the others were playing zills and chanting “Radhe Krishna ki jai!” (Hail Radha and Krishna).

The man who was carrying an idol of Krishna - Bal Krishna, Krishna as a child - placed it on the beach. His companions dug holes in the sand and placed incense sticks, to light which they borrowed my lighter. Slowly, people gathered around the idol; bits of camphor were burnt as offerings; prayers offered.

There was a large group of young boys who were playing in the sand nearby. Ever the opportunist for a photo grab, I went up to them and, addressing the biggest boy, asked: “Have you heard of the burning of the forests in the Amazon in Brazil?” “Yes” , he replied “ I saw it on the news.” “Would you like to help us stop it?” I asked him. “How?” he asked. “Simple. Just join with your friends in holding these placards,” I replied, “ I’ll take a photo and send it to the Brazilian government.”

“Yes, yes,” he shouted and turned to explain to the rest of his friends what was proposed. Before I could say ‘Krishna’ I had 12 eager and willing young participants in the photoshoot. In an attempt to get them all in the frame I almost stumbled onto the Bal Krishna image on the sand.

Krishna Lila

It was only then that I realised the young boys where part of a group that had come to participate in the Krishna ritual on the beach. In my mind’s eye, I saw them as the gopas (cow-herders) of Vrindavan, Krishna’s accomplices in his childish pranks, which, to the devotee, is an expression of the God’s ‘Lila,’, life as play.

And play they did, that evening on the beach, first the young boys, then the older youth and some men joining in. Games of tag, of skill and strength and guile. Then they attempted to smash the ‘Dahi Hundi’, the pot of yogurt - an object of mischievous fascination for Bal Krishna, called ‘Maakhan chor’, the butter-thief - held tantalizingly out of reach by a man wielding a rope and pully. Both groups of young boys and older youth managed to smash the Hundi, splattering themselves and those nearby with yogurt.

Where were the gopis (milk-maids) in all this play? Some stood by watching, like the ladies from Rajasthan, looking, with their aquiline features, nose rings and veils, like they had stepped out of a Kishangarh miniature, the 18th-century school of painting from Rājasthan, celebrating Krishna as a lover. Other gopis, possibly tourists from interstate or overseas, cavorted in the sea, holding hands in the water, playing their water games, framed by the setting sun.

Then it was time for more prayers and - as the sun set and the horizon turned maroon - time for the ‘Visarjan,’ the ritual immersion of the Krishna idols - the Bal Krishna being joined by a Krishna playing the flute - in the sea.

Who is Krishna?

Yesterday was Gokulashtami , the birthday of Krishna. Today is Visarjan. Who is Krishna, this God who was born yesterday and is committed to the waters the very next day?

Who is Krishna? This question bedevilled Arjun, the hero of the Mahabharata war, contemplating the field of battle. Is he my charioteer? My devoted friend and wise councillor? Or is he a God whose true face I dare not see?

There are many Krishnas; you can pick and choose.

There’s the culture hero of the Ahir, a tribe of pastoralists found in north and western India. The Ahirs are mentioned in the Mahabharata and some Ahir claim descent from the Yadava clan of Krishna.

There’s Bal Krishna, the baby Krishna, whose exploits form the material of songs mother’s sing to their children, whose devotion parallels the cult of baby Jesus.

There’s Krishna the lover, flirting shamelessly with the gopis of Vrindavan, all the while knowing his heart is with Radha, another man’s wife, in an erotic wheel-within-wheel of transgression, celebrated in much Indian song, dance and art.

There’s the Krishna of the Bhagvad Gita, Arjun’s initiator into the terrifying mysteries of cosmic time, including the need to do one’s caste-defined, destiny-propelled duty, regardless of the consequences (nishkamakarma).

This was the Krishna that troubled M K Gandhi, possibly the greatest Vaishnav (Krishna devotee) of them all in recent times. The arguments in the Geeta rationalising violence, no doubt the work of Brahmins versed in the arts of sophistry in defence of the status quo, stuck in Gandhi’s throat. Gandhi would have agreed with D D Kosambi, polymath and Marxist historian, who said: ‘This slippery opportunism characterizes the whole book. Naturally, it is not surprising to find so many Gita lovers imbued therewith. Once it is admitted that material reality is gross illusion, the rest follows quite simply; the world of "doublethink" is the only one that matters.’

Bhakti

There’s the Krishna of the Bhakti saints, the social movement that was anti-caste, that talked up love for one’s fellow human as the highest goal.

The Bhakti saints came from all castes. Nammalvar was a peasant. Namdev was a tailor. Gora was a potter. Cokha Mela was Dalit. So was Ravidas, guru of Mirabai and contemporary of Guru Nanak. Jyaneshwar, who introduced the Gita to Marathi-speakers, committed ritual suicide. Tukaram, the greatest Marathi Bhakti poet of them all, was a peasant, who ran afoul of Brahmins, and is supposed to have drowned himself in the river Tungabhadra. There’s more than a hint that he was murdered by caste Hindus. Luckily, his abhangas (poems) survived…

What made Bhakti so radical?

Here is Chandidas, the 15th century Bengali poet:

"Shobar upor manush shotto tahar upore nai,” (“Above all is humanity, none else”).

Or Kabir, possibly the greatest of India’s many poet-saints, also from the 15th century, and a Muslim to boot, though not a practicing one by the looks of it. He wrote in the vernacular and, even to this day, his poems explode in the face, like existential firecrackers.

Saints I see the world is mad.

 If I tell the truth they rush to beat me,

 if I lie they trust me. — Kabir, Shabad 4, Translated by Linda Hess and Shukdeo Singh

Or this:

Saints I've seen both ways. 

Hindus and Muslims don't want discipline, they want tasty food. 

The Hindu keeps the eleventh-day fast, eating chestnuts and milk. 

He curbs his grain but not his brain, and breaks his fast with meat. 

The Turk [Muslim] prays daily, fasts once a year, and crows "God!, God!" like a cock. 

What heaven is reserved for people who kill chickens in the dark?… 

— Kabir, Śabda 10, Translated by Linda Hess and Shukdeo Singh

Or this one:

If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?

 If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage, then who is there to know what happens without?… 

— Kabir, III.2, Translated by Rabindranath Tagore and Evelyn Underhill

Interestingly, Kabir ran afoul of both Muslims and Hindus during his lifetime. It is said that, upon his death, both sets of believers fought over his corpse. When they lifted his shroud, all they found were flowers.

Knowing the pain of others

Here is Narsi Mehta, the 15th century Gujarat poet-saint, with a song that was a favourite of M K Gandhi:

Vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je/ Peed paraayi jaane re /Par-dukhkhe upkaar kare toye /Man abhimaan na aane re

Only he is a true Vaishnav Who knows the pain of others Does good to others without letting pride enter his mind.

Indian PM Modi also claims to love ‘Vaishnava jan to.’ He launched a version of the song in October 2018, sung by artists from 40 different countries, as the start of the year-long celebration of the 150th birth anniversary of Gandhi.

Does Modi know the pain of others?

This was his reply to a Reuters journalist in 2013, when asked what he felt about the communal carnage in Gujarat that lead to over a thousand deaths, mainly, but not only, Muslims, and the displacement of many more while he was CM in 2002: “If someone else is driving a car and we’re sitting behind, even then if a puppy comes under the wheel, will it be painful or not? Of course it is.”

Does Modi know the pain his policies, including demonetisation and high GST rates, have caused his people? The pain of all those who have lost their jobs due to an economy in shambles, largely due to the wreaking-ball of his government’s own policies? Does he know the pain of the farmers who commit suicide due to failing crops, drought and the inability to pay back loans? Or the pain of all the human rights defenders and tribals who languish in jail on trumped up charges? And what about the pain of the Kashmiri people?

What about the pain of Gandhians? The fact is that M K Gandhi himself was assassinated by a Hindu ring wing terrorist, a member of the Hindu Mahasabha, an off-shoot of the RSS, the very organisation that Modi belongs to.

What about the pain of all those people - mostly Muslim, Dalit or Christians - who have been lynched in India by mobs yelling “Jai Shree Ram”?

In July this year, eminent writers, filmmakers and intellectuals wrote an open letter to PM Modi, beseeching him to act, saying: "It is shocking that so much violence should be perpetrated in the name of religion! These are not the Middle Ages! The name of Ram is sacred to many in the majority community of India. As the highest Executive of this country, you must put a stop to the name of Ram being defiled in this manner.”

Modi has yet to respond to the letter.

Clearly, when it comes to knowing the pain of others, Modi has a lot of catching up to do.

Krishna the Redeemer

The Krishna story should make all tyrants everywhere worried.

For Krishna is also the redeemer. He comes to deliver the people of Dwarka from the rule of the evil tyrant Kamsa. Indeed, all tyrants dream of everlasting rule, but Kamsa himself hears a voice that tells him his end is near. This sets into play the whole Krishna myth, of the child abandoned by the palace, like Moses was among the bullrushes, a foundling fostered by another family, who grows up to avenge wrongs and claim his rightful throne.

According to Joseph Campbell: ‘The work of the incarnation is to refute by his presence the pretentious of the tyrant ogre.’

Further, Krishna, as the God of Love, refuses to allow himself to be weaponised by the armies of the Hindu Right, as opposed to the fate of poor Ram, where “Jai Shree Ram” has become a rallying cry of the lynch mobs.

Ironically, the actual form of greeting in parts of North India is “Jai Sia-Ram”; ‘Sia’ being a short form for ‘Sita’. But there’s no use for Sita, the Goddess of the Earth and Ram’s wife, in the hyper masculine world of Hindutva politics. The Goddess - and women - are the first casualties in Hindutva’s Raas Lila (sacred dance, dedicated to Radha-Krishna), where rape is a political tool to terrorise and subjugate people, sanctioned by V D Savarkar, the father of Hindutva ideology.

For Krishna devotees, Krishna is nothing without Radha; therefore it’s always “Jai Radhe-Krishna.” Behind Krishna stands the Mother Goddess. Vrindavan, the scene of the Krishna idyll, is the sacred grove (vana) of the Goddess Vrinda, another name for the Tulasi (holy basil) tree. To this day, the marriage of Krishna to Tulasi is celebrated every year in Vrindavan as Tulasi Vivaha. And even in Goa, for my landlord, Pritesh, was married to three Tulasi trees before he got a wife. Thus does the Great Mother break through Hinduism’s patriarchal bonds.

And it’s not just Hindus who worship Krishna.

According to literary critic Kuldeep Kumar, writing in The Hindu: ‘Many Muslim poets, the most notable among them being Raskhan, wrote devotional poetry to celebrate the Krishna legend and to rejoice in his bhakti. Abdur Rahim Khan-e-Khana, who is known in Hindi literature simply as Rahim, wrote many Barwais, Dohas and Sorthas in praise of Krishna. For example, this couplet is worth reading.

Jihi Rahim man aapno keenho chandra chakor Nisi baasar laago rahai Krishna chandra kee or (The way chakor always looks at the moon, similarly my face is always towards Krishna’s face that is as beautiful as the moon is). ‘ Chakor is a kind of partridge.

Passion Play

The passion play I witnessed on the beach was part of an ancient story, of the birth and sacrifice of a God. Like the Greek hero, Achilles, Krishna dies when an arrow pierces his heel, betraying his tribal, pagan origins. The culture hero dies, but the energies of an archetype never die, but live on, forever green in the hearts of men and women.

Surely Krishna - the hero with a hundred faces - will come to the aide of his people, wherever they may be, on a beach, in a temple, in the factories, on the land, in the forest, the vana, his favourite playground - or at the next political or environmental protest.

In a time of human-induced climate chaos and species extinction, driven by corporate fascism’s dystopian republic of greed, ruled by the global police state, the Radha- Krishna myth - of the world as a garden of plenty, as a playground for the divine erotic impulse to manifest, of love as the highest form of worship - is a very compelling counter-image.

Another world is possible. Krishna tells us it is.

While lovers of radical equality and seekers of bliss rejoice, tyrants everywhere better beware. Even as we speak, Krishna is on his way to Dwarka…

Pics: Harsha Prabhu

A note on the photoshoot:

Amazon photoshoot, Arambol, Sat 24 Aug 2019

SOS AMAZON! SOS CLIMATE EMERGENCY! Arambol, Goa, India Sat 24 August 2019

Members of Extinction Rebellion Goa staged a pop up demonstration at Arambol beach in solidarity with the native people of Brazil’s Amazon basin, whose forests are being burnt by the Brazilian government to facilitate development projects, including roads and big dams, in an ecologically sensitive bio region.

The burning forests of the Amazon are also a matter of grave concern as they supply 20% of the world’s oxygen. These forests are characterised as the lungs of the planet, taking in carbon dioxide and breathing out oxygen.

In addition, this wanton destruction feeds into the cycle of human-induced climate change. With the accelerated melting of the Greenland ice field via global warming predicted to raise sea levels by a frightening 25 feet, coastal communities like Goa are at special risk of being inundated by such irresponsible actions.

Activists also pointed out that India’s environmental record too was a scandal, with the continued destruction of forests, especially in the Western Ghats, leading to flooding in several states, including Goa, Maharashtra, Karnataka and Kerala. In Mumbai, the Aarey Forest in the centre of the city, also earmarked for development, and coastal mangrove destruction, are causing environmental stress on one of the world’s mega cities, also subject to periodic flooding.

India ranks among the bottom five countries on the Environmental Performance Index for 2018, according to a biennial report by Yale and Columbia Universities and the World Economic Forum. India also has the dubious distinction of overtaking China and Russia as the world’s top sulpha dioxide polluter, according to a Greenpeace report released on 19 August 2019. Sulpha dioxide is a by-product of coal-based electricity generation. Fossil fuels are also the key culprits in the global warming feedback loop and the proliferation of plastic pollution world-wide, including on Goa’s beaches.

With extreme weather events - like drought followed by floods in India - the norm, activists worldwide are calling upon governments to address the climate emergency, stop the reliance on fossil fuels and rapidly move towards adopting sustainable solutions to meet world energy needs.

The Brazil solidarity action - which included Arambol youth and local and international visitors - was part of a global weekend of similar demonstrations to put pressure on world governments to act now before it’s too late!

Pic: Harsha Prabhu, Design:Camelia Oberoi

#SOSAmazonia #SaveOurForests #ClimateEmergency #extinctionrebellion #extinctionrebellionindia #extinctionrebelliongoa #arambol #goa #DeclareClimateEmergency #SaveAareyForest #SaveWesternGhats

#sosamazon #krishna #radharani #lila #gokulashtami #gopi #gopa #bhakti #photography #goa #arambol #climate emergency #species extinction #extinctionrebellion

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Yeh Dil 2003

Yeh Dil

Producer: Anandi Art Creations Director: Teja Starring: Tusshar Kapoor, Natasha Music: Nadeem-Shravan Lyrics: Sameer Genre: Romantic Recommended Audience: Parental Guidance Approximate Running Time: 180 mins Film Released on: 04 April 2003 Reviewed by: Suraj Das - RatingWhat it means10.0 Masterpiece - perfect in all aspects!9.0 - 9.5 Superb - highly recommended!8.0 - 8.5 Very well made - recommended!7.0 - 7.5 Good - but could have been better!6.0 - 6.5 Above Average - worth a watch!5.0 - 5.5 Average - not worth going to theatre (watch on TV)4.0 - 4.5 Below Average - OK for time-pass!3.0 - 3.5 Hopeless - you would not miss it!2.0 - 2.5 Poor - watch only if you are desperate!1.0 - 1.5 Really Bad - avoid at all costs!0 - 0.5 Should not have been released!

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2003 is shaping up to become one of the greatest years the Indian film industry has ever seen. Release after release this year has raised the quality bar in Bollywood to dizzying heights. Certainly itâ€™s hard to imagine films better than recent contemporary classics such as â€œChura Liya Hai Tumneâ€ or â€œLove At Times Square,â€ but audiences are in for a pleasant surprise with Anandi Art Creationsâ€™ latest offering. Aptly titled â€œYeh Dil,â€ the film stars a stalwart Tusshar Kapoor opposite a sensational Natasha (who was recently seen in the who-done-it

'Kucch To Hai') in one of the most inventive and well-written love stories ever committed to celluloid.

Yeh Dilâ€™s storyline deserves plaudits for attempting a theme that has seldom been seen before in Bollywood films. The originality and inspiration behind the situations and characters in the film are simply superb. Ravi (Tusshar Kapoor) is a rich sportsman at his college, where Vasundhara (Natasha) is a poor but studious girl. The two are diametric opposites in terms of personality, but realize that they are soul-mates and decide they must get married.

In a completely unexpected twist, however, Raviâ€™s multi-millionaire father and Vasundharaâ€™s milkmaid father do not think the two should get married. Accordingly, they hatch intricate plots to make sure the lovers cannot unite. The suspense filled, breathtaking, and heart-wrenching drama that ensues determines whether or not Ravi and Natashaâ€™s true love can overcome the opposition of their family members.

The plotâ€™s innovativeness never lets up. The parents, looking out for the well-being of their children, donÂ´t hesitate to go to any lengths to make sure their children never unite. The parents have a dark, violent, and unpredictable nature that has never been explored before in Indian films; they even try tactics like kidnapping their own children and forcing them to marry other people. The hard-hitting, Scorsese-esque violence towards the end of the film merits a special mention as-well - it really enhances the intensity of this already gripping romantic drama.

Of course in a film featuring leads in the caliber of Tusshar Kapoor and Natasha, performances are bound to be top-notch. Tusshar Kapoor delivers on the immense promise he has shown in earlier films, and delivers a carefully calculated and nuanced performance one would ordinarily expect only from a veteran actor. The manner in which he overreacts almost identically to love, hate, and violence really helps to create a sense of consistency and permanence that is simply not present in the work of Kapoorâ€™s contemporaries like Vivek Oberoi. While Sonu Nigam in â€œKash Aap Hamare Hote,â€ still ranks as the most emotional performance by a younger star this year, Tusshar Kapoor comes dangerously close to dethroning Mr. Nigam with his tour de force work in this film.

Natasha complements Tusshar on every level. The chemistry and comfort the lead couple share on screen in as delightful to watch in this film as it was earlier in the thriller â€œKucch To Hai.â€ Natasha is not quite as dramatic as Tusshar, but her restraint is excusable. The character artists who enact the roles of family members are not short of award-worthy.

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The drama and suspense is handled masterfully by director Teja. Not since Hitchcock has someone married intense romance and thrilling suspense with so much success. The editing is likewise excellent. The background music and the soundtrack by Nadeem-Shravan is cutting-edge. It marries the modern feel of a 80Â´s synthesizer with classic Indian beats to create music that strikes the rare perfect balance between experimentation and appeal. Cinematography is on an international standard. The dance numbers â€“ ravishing cinematic spectacles, all of them - are flawlessly choreographed and brought to life by the unbelievable skill and dexterity of the leads. Even recent Hollywood benchmarks in the musical genre pale in comparison.

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â€œYeh Dilâ€ is an incredible cinematic journey. Part allegory on class-warfare, part intense love story, there are few more meaningful or more entertaining ways to spend three hours. True, sometimes the director strays so far from Bollywood convention it seems disorienting, but this complete disregard for convention only improves the film in the long run. A 'must see' in every sense of the phrase.

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SRK Birthday Predictions: Stars Speak for the Super Star

“Woh sirf star nahi hai ... duniya hai meri!”

These words of Gaurav, his fictional Jabra fan, resonate the sentiments of many! An epitome of superstardom, Shah Rukh Khan has seen the heights of an actor’s career which many of us could only dream of. Though the second richest actor in the world can have all his Mannats fulfilled on a whim, this King of Bollywood does not seem to have any plans of k..k..k..k...curtailment!

Coming from a middle-class family to this ‘Baadshah-hood’, the journey has been a fairy tale that keeps on giving. He has been, over the years and even today, the perfect example of an outsider ruling the industry like it was never done before, on his own terms. Perfectly described by his suave dialogue from Don 2:

“Kisne kaha ki chamatkar nahin hote, zara mujhe kareeb se dekho!”

Maybe only someone who wins 14 Filmfare awards gets to say lines like this. And another 30 Filmfare nominations; a Padma Shri; Ordre des Arts et des Lettres and Légion d'honneur by the Government of France; two Morrocan; two Malaysian; and Goodwill Ambassador award from South Korea. Throw in an honorary Black Belt in Taekwondo from South Korea! Yes. A Black Belt. Don’t Underestimate the Power of a Common Man, we suppose.

If you haven’t noticed by now, we are big fans of his dialogues. Prolific Quotes, Words of Wisdom, just little nuggets of knowledge. Sometimes hilarious memes, sometimes stories on their own. As he turns 55 on 02nd November, we, more overwhelmed than Kaveri Amma, bring you Shah Rukh Khan’s birthday predictions through, you guessed it right, his dialogues.

Born on 2nd November, SRK’s Zodiac Sign would be Scorpio. Let’s see what his birth chart tells us for his 2021.

Shah Rukh Khan Birth Chart:

Date of Birth: 2 November 1965

Time of Birth: 06:25 AM

Place of Birth: Delhi, India.

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Let’s start with his first notable role as a lead, someone who won deals of heart by losing his heart(?). Yes, Baazigar. And yes, run away, Madan Chopra!

Admittedly, the last few years have not been a breeze of air in the yellow fields of Punjab.

His last performance that garnered some praise and sparked some joy, was Raees in 2017. Zero was able to create the hype but fell flat even lower than his character’s height. What Khan needs is a comeback. Can stars turn him into Om Kapoor from Om Prakash Makhija?

Well, the Influence or Dasha of Saturn and Bhukti of Rahu are controlling and restricting his career in the movies. But Kehte hain agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaho... toh puri kaynaat usse tumse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai. Jupiter is going to enter Aquarius after 19th November 2020, and that is likely to provide a boost of Positivity to Rahu. In short, Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost! Saturn in Mooltrikoni and Yogkaraka may provide him just the opening he is looking for, marking a heroic comeback.

To Err is human, but to keep repeating it is Criminal, Can we please make it stop, stop, stop?

Happy New Year, Dilwale, Jab Harry Met Sejal. What was Bauaa actually thinking? Looking at these scripts, somebody was clearly Gumshuda in some questionable thought while taking on the projects. Don’t we, the people of Swades deserve another Mohan Bhargav or Coach Kabir Khan?

15 saal, 4 Mahine, 10 Din. Well, Planets predict that it may take some time. Par waqt… waqt hi to nahi hai humare pass… Okay, enough filmy for a day! The Good news is, after 7th March 2021, when Antardasha of Mooltrikoni Saturn begins, he may take on some various content-driven roles that are likely to suit his skills. Of course, there are chances that he may not get the money he is used to for those roles, but as Jug from Dear Zindagi would say, “Safe feel karne ke liye pehle saare dar mitana zaroori hai”.

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Burj Khalifa, Twitter Trends, Wankhede Stadium. Is there a thing like too much of a Stardom?

“Chaaron Taraf Hain Mere Hi Charche, Hoton Pe Hai Bas Mera Naam” these lines from Baadshah the song, is literally what he has been over the years. Be it his name lit up on the tallest building on the world or trends set on the Twitter with #AskSRK. At the same time, you see controversies coming up on how he behaves publicly, sits on a train berth, and many more.

The legend is only likely to grow. The major period of Saturn, which has made a firm and strong place for him in industry, will continue to keep him in the hearts of his followers and mind of his haters. His name is Khan, and he is not temporary. If anything, the fanship of the King is only likely to grow after March 2021. After all, “Jo maza apni pehchaan ke saath jeene mein hai ... woh kisi doosre ki parchai banne mein nahi!”

Known for his energy and hard work, will Khan continue working round the clock?

One thing is for sure, he wouldn’t be where he is today without the dedication and hard work. Everybody glosses over the glamour, very few know about the sweat that has gone behind the success. Many of his co-stars have praised him for the energy he brings to the set, despite having a sleep schedule of merely 4 hours a day! Does Punjab Power also lights up Suri’s life full of energy?

Well, as it turns out, Don ko rokna mushkil hi nahi, na mumqeen hai… This year, just like every year, he is likely to have sound and energetic health, without any breaks. The strong and sensitive transit of Jupiter and Saturn in the houses of health. Full energy and enthusiasm reporting to Squadron Leader Veer Pratap Singh.

You too can attract the benefits of mighty Jupiter with a Yellow Sapphire (Pukhraj).

Competition is tough. Will Rahul be able to win without cheating?

For this Mufasa, the kingdom he used to rule is changing. New talents, movies that are not his forte, and his own contemporaries are making their own mark. The real question is, what future holds for the King? Being the wittiest person around, sure he would pull out this line from Don. “Mujhe andhera pasand hai, tumhare aane waale kal ki yaad dilata hai…” Astrology, on the other hand, pays him the tribute in his own style: larger than life. Have a go!

With his signature pose, arms open wide

He will continue to rule

The hearts of millions

Across the world

Jab tak hai jaan

The major and sub period of Rahu

Until 23rd March 2023,

Will keep him protected

And allow him to be the King of Bollywood

Jab tak hai jaan

A drop in a graph of popularity

A decrease in numbers of fans

will be there no longer,

as Badshaah set to rule the Kingdom

Jab tak hai jaan

With same fashion and style

The habit of winning continues

With 4 H’s working for him

HONESTY, HUMOUR, HARD WORK and a bit of HARAAMIPAN ;)

Jab tak hai jaan

His contemporaries may claim highest grossing

Many newcomers may come

and mark their success

Dilwale will still stand out

Jab tak hai jaan

Among all the nostalgia of a career spanning over two decades, we wish Shah Rukh Khan a happy 55th birthday. May he keep bringing the joy to the millions, help the ones who are in need with his Meer Foundation and other countless charities. As a promising and healthy year is around the corner, we call out all the SRKians, to count One Two Three Four, get on the Dance Floor, and rejoice. Adios, for now. Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte!

To Get Your Personalized Solutions, Talk To An Astrologer Now!

#ganeshaspeaks #astrology #srk #shahrukh khan birthday #bollywood #king khan

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madameducyberversailles · 1 year ago

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K-jannu wtf

Nah they gotta replace the Mona Lisa and who the fuck is Michelangelo

Like bro do you see this? You made this right? Are you the muse of art itself? What Greek god let you be this good, bro?!

Girl. Mizz gurl. I would die for your art and let you carve my bones in your desired image holy cheesus crust your linework is ASTOUNDING, your colours are spectacular and the POSES?! BITCH???? I'm biting Drywall biting cement biting scaffolding I am OUT OF THIS WORLD I love you bitchhh I aint gonna never stop loving you, bitchhh

I’m cooking

I’m ignoring reviewing my math and chemistry papers

#reblog #Art #K-jaan #K-jaan art #Lookat my bestie #Y'all #Peition to fed her caviar #I love her work #Can you tell?#Best artist alive

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heruntoldfeelingss · 2 years ago

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Humans are complex beings. It takes a lot to understand with what someone's heart is made up of and what all it took them to be, who they are today. It takes a lot of patience to read someone piece by piece, to look at their scars , the unhealed wounds and still adore them as if they're a piece of art. That urge to dive deeper in their soul to know them better, to love every inch of their existence- to love someone so much that you look at them in a room full of people and your eyes refuse to look elsewhere. It's all complicated but for that one person your heart would be ready to count stars if needed- now you'd tell me , it's not really that deep- maybe. But to me, if it's love , it should be head over heels, not half-hearted, not for the sake of it - love where you're so invested in them that the world could see it without you mentioning anything about them but in your eyes and in your speech and everytime you take their name.

Insaan bohot hi pechida makhlook hai. Kisi ka dil kis tarah bana hai ye samjhna aur vo kin cheezon se guzar k aise baney hain jaise wo aaj hain ye samajhna asaan nahin. Bohot hi sabr ki baat hai kisi ko harf ba harf padhna, unke zakhmon ko dekhna jo puri tarah se bharey naa ho aur fir bhi unhein aise dekhna jaise vo nayaab ho. Unko jaan ne ki tadap, unke wajood k har hisse se mohabbat karna- kisi se itni mohabbat karna k logon se bharey kamre mei tumhari aankhein unpe se hattne ko raazi naa ho. Kaafi uljhi huei hai saari baatein ye lekin uss ek insaan ki khaatir aap taare ginne tak raazi hojaao. Ab aap kahenge, itni bhi koi gehri nahi hoti ye baatein, shayad. Lekin mere liye toh mohabbat ho toh aisi ho k koi hadd naa ho, aadhe dil se naa ho, srif kehne k liye naa ho - Mohabbat jahan aap unmei itne miley hue ho k duniya unko aap k bina kuch kahey hi, aapki aankhon mei aur aapki baaton mei aapki mohabbat ko dekhle.

#writerscommunity #aestheitcs #poetry #spilled ink #writing #aesthetic quotes #love quotes #urdu poems #urdu aesthetic #urdu poetry #desi posts #desi tumblr

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athakur09 · 4 years ago

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Kise pta tha, Hum do jism ek jaan ho jayenge. Yu hi sath chalte chalte, Do ajnabi ek duje k mukam ho jayenge. Alg alg hai adhure se, Ek-dusre ko pa kar mukammal dastan ho jayenge. Gar ho na ske jo tere, To tere ishq me hum kurbaan ho jayenge. . . . #poetry #poetsofinstagram #creative #emotions #prose #mywords #wordgasm #writing #poems #poetryisnotdead #poenoftheday #art #poetryislife #poema #prilaga #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #paint #poem #instapoetry #igpoet #writingcommunity #shotstory #writerscommunity #fellings #poetrycommunity #typewriter #creativewriting #poetsociety #instapoet (at Jodhpur - The Blue Heaven) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFEiNvvDtRG/?igshid=qu3gj3gs74er

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bollywoodirect · 7 years ago

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Remembering Faiz Ahmad Faiz on his 33rd death anniversary.

The man who kindled and inspired human conscience. Faiz shall be remembered for all times to come; As an acclaimed poet, progressive visionary, rational philosopher, peace activist, inspiring teacher, a great mentor and a symbol of hope for all those who continue to strive for a just & pluralistic society based on social justice and equality.

Faiz Ahmad Faiz (born 13 February 1911 – 20 November 1984) MBE, NI, Lenin Peace Prize was a Pakistani intellectual, revolutionary poet, and author, and one of the most celebrated writers of the Urdu language, having been nominated for the Nobel Prize for literature. Faiz also wrote poetry in the Punjabi language. A notable member of the Progressive Writers' Movement (PWM), Faiz was an avowed Marxist, and he received the Lenin Peace Prize by the Soviet Union in 1962.

Faiz was identified as an opponent of the Prime minister Liaquat Ali Khan's government in the Rawalpindi conspiracy case, along with the left-wing military sponsor Major-General Akbar Khan. The Military police arrested Faiz as a result, held to trial by its JAG branch, and given a long sentence. These were commuted after the assassination of Liaquat Ali Khan in 1951.

His work remains influential in Pakistan literature and arts. Faiz's literary work was posthumously publicly honoured when the Pakistan Government conferred upon him the nation's highest civil award, Nishan-e-Imtiaz, in 1990.

Plays, Music, and dramatic productions on Faiz-

"Hum Dekhenge" by Iqbal Bano

Sheeshon ka Maseeha by Omer Khawaja and Shabana Azmi.

Dard Aayega Dabe Paon by Sheela Bhatiya.

Kuchh Ishq kiya Kuchh Kaam written by Danish Iqbal and staged by IPTA Delhi. This multi-media Stage Production was premiered at the Sri Ram centre, New Delhi on 11 November 2011. The Play is a Celebration of Faiz's Poetry and featured events from the early part of his life, particularly the events and incidents of pre-independence days which shaped his life and ideals. Directed by K K Kohli the musical Production featured Artists like Shamir Abadan, Jaishri Sethi, Dr Naseem, Izhar, Minhaj, Prateek Kapoor, Twinkle Khanna and Amit Bajaj in lead roles. The script was the first part of a Faiz trilogy written by Danish Iqbal on the occasion of the Faiz Centenary Celebrations.

Chand Roz Aur Meri Jaan – A dramatised reading of Faiz's letter and letters written by his wife Alys Faiz. This Production was initially done at the start of his birth centenary celebrations at India Habitat Center, New Delhi by Danish Iqbal and Salima Raza. 'Chand Roz Aur Meri Jaan' was also done at Amritsar Faiz Festival organised by Preet Ladi, at Punjab Natshala, Amritsar, on 6 October 2011. This time it was done by Suchitra Gupta and Danish Iqbal.

2011 Drama Festival of Delhi Urdu Academy is basically devoted to Productions about Faiz. Apart from 'Kuchh Ishq kiya Kuchh Kaam' by IPTA, Delhi and 'Chand Roz Aur Meri Jaan' by Wings Cultural Society, this Festival will also feature Plays by Peirreot's Troupe on Faiz, namely 'Jo Dil Pe Guzarti Hai'. The festival also presented, for the first time on stage 'Tera Bayaan Ghalib', directed by Dr Hadi Sarmadi and performed by Bahroop Arts Group, which was an adaptation of one of Faiz's few plays for the radio.

Ye Dagh Dagh Ujala A profound piece of poetry, written by Faiz Ahmad Faiz inspires Raj Amit Kumar to make a film Unfreedom which will be releasing on 29 May 2015 in North America. The idea behind Unfreedom came from the desire to express the lack of freedom in the socio-economic structure of our contemporary times.

#faiz ahmad faiz #bollywoodirect #rekhta #punjabi #urdu #poet

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Koi toh ho jo meri payal ki chanak ko jaan le Koi toh ho jo mere zhumko ke pyaar ko pehechan le Koi toh ho jo mere kajal ke jaisa gehra ho Aur koi toh ho jo mere baalon ke jaisa bikhara ho ... . Koi toh ho jo mere perfume ko nahi meri mehek ko jane Koi toh ho jo muze mere shringar sa sambhale Koi toh ho jo meri kali bindi sa anjaan ho Aur koi toh ho jo meri gaalon ki laali bakhubi pehechane . Janti hoon main ye kuch atpata sa hai Manti hoon main ye kuch khayalon sa hai Par sach kehna kya kabhi tumhe esa nahi laga ? Kya kabhi tumne tumhari esi tariff ko thukraya hai ? Ye bhi to pyaar hai jo tumhari har choti si choti baat ko jane Bina kuch kahe, bina kuch sune Bss koi toh ho ....... . ~Janhvi Kayarkar @_cuddle_panda . Do follow :@silentwords_4 Tagl Comment |Share And be a part of my family #piyusshh #Silentwords_4 #piyusshh_x #insta #k #lfl #likeforlikeback #cute #follows #instadaily #music #happy #following #likeme #life #style #s #sdv #explorepage #viral #art #model #follower #likesforfollow #likealways #chuvadeseguidores #likesforlikesback #likelike #smile (at Nagpurian Orange City - NOC) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAfN3YNldEl/?igshid=1cn27lxjo7bkk

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Transformation || Solo

The narrow hospital hallway was bustling with people and Reza struggled not to shove down any IV drips or bump into gurneys while manoeuvring himself to room 441. “Nadia!”

It had been a less than a year but she looked so much older than when he’d last seen her. She looked... worn. Nadia was slumped in a chair under the fading ‘441′ printed on the wall and Reza’s arms wrapped around her without hesitation, as if a hug could make up for the last year and his absence. “Is she...”

“In there,” she sniffled, quickly wiping away her tears. Sixteen years old and she’d somehow made the trip from Ashkent to Karachi all on her own because Reza had been selfishly preoccupied in his own mess of a life. She was strong, much stronger than he’d ever be. Still... Squeezing her hand and brushing back a dirty tendril of hair, he smiled at her with genuine reassurance. He was going to fix this.

Their mother was resting inside the room, sporting bruises of various colors that were accompanied by cuts and swelling. Reza knew from experience that these bruises usually gave off a worse impression than the actual injury but his nails still dug crescent shaped holes into the palm of his hand. “Ammi jaan...”

His fingers carefully entwined with hers, so pale against his own skin which looked far from healthy. She looked almost peaceful with her eyes shut, heart rate monitor beeping reassuringly every few seconds.“Everything will be fine now. I promise.”

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“So she refused to pay them the... protection money, was it? And they just trashed the store and broke her face? I can’t believe the police just lets them get away with this.”

Kicking at the remains of a shattered pot, once a beautifully handcrafted work of art and now nothing but a brown piece of burnt clay, Reza sighed. The underground really did rule this city. Or at least the part of it that couldn’t afford living in villas and giant skyscrapers.

“Yeah, Karachi doesn’t feel like I remembered it. It feels... ugly now.” Nadia paused, looking up to her brother. Their mother was finally stable and coherent enough to make both of the promise not to get involved in this, which they’d both agreed to. Now, they were plotting how exactly they could get involved. “What exactly is your plan, Rez?”

Reza pulled out his phone in response, shifting it in his hand almost as if to weigh his options. Or option, singular, since this was the only thing they could do. “Intimidation. We need to send them a message, one that lets them know that hurting ammi jaan again won’t end well.” Nadia opened her mouth to argue but Reza immediately cut her off. “No, I’m not going to just walk in there and threaten them. Not yet, at least. First, I need to make some changes. And you can’t come with me.”

Nadia’s eyes blazed with indignation but again, she didn’t get a word out. “You need to stay with ammi, make sure she’s alright, okay? Be smart about this, Nadia. Just keep her away from the store and tell her I’m... I don’t know, working a quick, stray job to scrape together cash for the shop. It’s going to take a few days to sort out my plan and I don’t want her worrying,” Reza planned, pacing the length of the store.

“Should she be worried?” Nadia asked quietly, the anger in her eyes replaced with a sombre sense of understanding much too mature for her age. Reza didn’t reply, phone alerting him to a text reply. He hadn’t actually expected a response but alas. ‘i guess i could pull some strings for you. tnite 1am, txt you the place later. wear smthin that can get dirty ;) -Z ’

“I’ll see you in a few days, alright?”

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“This isn’t exactly how I imagined this happening, if I’m being honest.”

The only other person in the room snorted as they sliced through their skin, blood trickling into an ironic glass of wine placed underneath the flow. “Yeah well, the vampire life isn’t all sparkles and sex, darling. I’m only doing this as a favour to Z, that doesn’t include a teen-novel setting. You wanna avoid running rampage and immediately getting your head sliced off by a slayer, this is the way. I’d take those cute, silver earrings out if I were you, sweetheart.”

True to his word, the mara known only as Z had pulled his strings and brought Reza to a remote apartment in the run down Orangi Town. After everything, Heath had finally done Reza a favor; the favor of no longer being around. A few weeks after the graveyard incident, the mysterious Z had texted Reza a thank you for getting rid off ‘that piece of work eretich’, promising him one act of kindness anytime he’d need it. How he’d gotten his hands on Reza’s number was still unknown. Reza hadn’t planned on collecting but here he was, shackling his wrist to the wall as per the instructions.

“Obviously, you’re familiar with your fangs so let’s just do this quickly and efficiently.” The woman, no name provided, crouched gracefully in front of him with the blood filled wineglass in hand. Reza’s heart pounded in his chest; a strange thought that these were his final moments experiencing an elevated heartbeat. Or any heartbeat at all. This was much more morbid than the vivid imaginations of sixteen year old Reza and in no way was there space to enjoy the moment or even think about if this was what he wanted. What had once been a strong desire was now a necessity, brought on by the worst of circumstances. What if after everything, he’d turn out exactly like Heath?

“There’s enough blood here to keep you alive for the next five days and hopefully get you out of that hungry, crazed fledgling phase. At least enough to do whatever it is you need to do. After that, you’re on your own. You won’t be able to find me again so don’t try to if you slip up and a slayer tracks you down, okay?”

She waited for Reza to nod, fingers wrapping around his free forearm as he did. In the corner of this dark and stripped down room, Reza’s eyes drifted to a spot in the ceiling, barely flinching as fangs pierced the vein in his arm. Whatever happened after he saved his mom was uncertain and it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now except protecting his family, with everything he had, including the blood draining from his body, making him... so... tired.......

“Now, d r i n k.. . .. . .. . .”

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Knock, knock, knock.

“We did not order anything!” Rough voices shouted in urdu, muffled by the door. More knocking ignited more shouts until the door finally swung open. The large, bearded man smelled of smoke and gun powder, regarding the insistent intruder with disinterest.

“You can not be here, boy. Leave before we shoot you.” The voices inside laughed and the door was swung, as if to close it. Instead, it was forced open until one of its hinges snapped and the door hung dejectedly from the remaining hinge.

“K- kya?” The man, used to hiding behind the power of money, corrupt politics and firepower, looked absolutely terrified. “What are you-”

Bone cracked against bone as Reza drove his fist into the man’s jaw with a rush of satisfaction. “You think you can hurt whoever you want? Take whatever you want?” Every man in the room was now standing, some reaching for their guns while others glanced at escape routes. Reza’s eyes flashed red as he advanced. Intimidate. Not kill.

“Afreat! Monster! Demon!”

Reza clenched his fists, fangs appearing. Intimidate. Not kill. No killing. Blood red eyes narrowed at the gun pointed in his direction. Intimidate, and maybe slightly maim.

“You really shouldn’t have hurt my mom.”

#touchofsolo #it begins #what sort of transformation who can guess it #coming back with a plottwist #i hope this makes sense honestly my mind is a boiled egg after finals #nadia #zakia

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madameducyberversailles · 1 year ago

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K-JAAN, THIS IS EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG

Also knowing how short Desi women can be (looking at my 4'11 ass rn) the art and the fics are gonna send me into fucking orbittttt

Also please do concentrate on your exams first the 141 would want to support you through your academic pursuits so please do care for yourself first! I await patiently for thine majestic writing!!! I'll also se if in the meantime whike you do exams I can cook up some cute funny things for you :)

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Desi!Fem!Reader

Summary: Simon see his girlfriend in a saree for the very first.

Warnings: Simon being whipped, slight spice at the end, my horrible writing skills

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: whoever reads this thank you for doing so! i really wanted to see Ghost with a desi reader because i’m highly self-indulgent and can’t bring myself to watch another lecture today ^^ Again I do apologise for my writing, it has been a very long time since I’ve written anything descriptive :/

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“Love, you in here?”

“In the kitchen, Jaanu!”

Stirring the piping hot mixture, a beautiful woman in red slowly added milk. Continuing her stirring she paid no mind to the footsteps approaching the kitchen doorway. Each step grew heavier than the next. Her boyfriend had just come back from a short mission with his task force. A simple one which barely lasted a few days yet she knew something was amiss. Call it a gut feeling but she knew despite its simplicity the mission took a toll on her boyfriend. Deciding to do something sweet for him, she decided to make him Chai. To be more exact she was making Masala Chai, a very popular drink in South Asia consisting of black tea in milk and water with sugar, herbs and spices. It was a comfort drink she saw her parents drink while growing up. Its flavour brought about contentment and satisfaction followed by a soothing warm feeling. A perfect beverage for someone who needed to relax a bit.

Walking towards the kitchen in the home they shared, Simon slowly discarded the hoodie he was wearing. Shedding his skull mask he came to a stop right at the doorway. A wonderful aroma hit his nostrils. The smell itself made the man feel all warm inside. However, the real highlight of his return is the sight that greeted him. It left the man speechless. His heartbeat quickened. He felt his breath get caught in his throat. Unable to find it in himself to disturb the peace, Simon leaned against the doorway. Crossing his arms, he let out a small sigh. Right in front of him was his gorgeous girlfriend in a beautiful red saree; granted he didn't know exactly what it was but the behemoth of a man was enthralled nonetheless.

The silky red fabric sat stretched around her hips. The fabric flowed all the way down to the kitchen floor and shifted with every small movement. It almost seemed like it was floating in tendrils around her. One end of the Saree draped over her shoulder, leaving her back bare to his hungry eyes. What truly caught Simon’s eyes was the single knot tying a deep red blouse on the woman’s upper back, leaving her nasal completely free. The tassels at the end of the strings seemed to jump every time she moved. It would be so easy to untie them. A simple tug and they would come loose.

So, so easy.

Simon wanted to ravage her there and then. There his girlfriend stood innocently preparing chai for him after a long few days away. Yet here he was, thirsting away just from seeing her back, just from seeing her in that enchanting red piece. It was so seductive to the man that he almost let out a low groan. Who could blame him though? His beautiful girlfriend looking even more divine than usual in that red sari was standing right in front of him. Just within arms reach. Showing her love for him by making something that meant something to her. Making something that she treasures and values so much due to how deeply entwined it is with her culture and childhood. Making it for him. How could he not be attracted to her? How could he control the urge to worship her, worship the ground where she stood?

Finally deciding that he could admire her more up close, Simon made his way towards his lover. Grabbing her hips, careful not to disturb her stirring, he pulled her towards his chest. Feeling her soft skin against his chest almost sent the man’s eyes rolling backwards. Sensing her lover behind her, the woman slowly lowered the flame until it was no more and tilted her head up. Sparkling eyes met tired ones and instantly Simon captured her lips in a soft kiss. She spun around in his arms, careful to stay clear from the hot stove and wrapped her eyes around his neck.

“Evenin’, Love.”

“Hi, Ghostie,” she said grinning ear to ear. That grin. That damned grin made him want to get on his knees for her. Eyes softening, he leaned in closer till their foreheads were millimetres apart. His eyes trailed down. One hand went to her back to hold the red fabric in between his fingers. Ruffling it between his fingers, he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

“And what’s this pretty thing you’re wearing?” he asked. Grin widening even more she pushed him back a bit. Making enough room between the two of them for her to twirl around yet still allow him to hold onto her.

“It’s a saree. It’s actually one I bought a long time ago and didn’t know when to wear it. Felt like being extra pretty today so I decided to put it on.” she said. Looking down she held onto her skirt and lifted it slightly.

“It’s slightly complicated but not really at the same time. It’s mainly just a long piece of fabric you wrap around your waist, pleat and then throw over your shoulder. Under the main skirt area, you wear a petticoat and on top, it's a fitted blouse, we call it Choli,” she explained. Continuing her small rant, she seemed to get lost in her own little world.

Simon couldn’t help but stare at her. Heart full of love and endearment for the woman in front of him. Listening to her drone on and on about something she was so passionate about was a favourite activity of his. The way her eyes would light up and widen. The way her hands would move to suit emphasis her points or exaggerate them. The way the room seemed to light up around her. Simon Riley was a man completely and utterly smitten by her and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“But the thing that pissed me off the most was how the pins kept pricking me!” she exclaimed. “You’d honestly think that wearing this for over ten years would reduce the number of pinpricks you get but that’s a load of bullshit!”

Before she could continue with her mini-rant, Simon lifted her chin and brushed his lips against her. Instantly, she went quiet and stared at him wide-eyed. Her breath got caught in her throat and she could only focus on the darkening eyes peering into her. The air thickened around them. A new tension slowly builds in both of them. Licking his lips, Simon says, “How about you take your pretty little self up to the bedroom and lay down, Love.”

“Need my Princess to be comfortable while I ravage every inch of you.” Slowly feeling herself becoming a lot smaller she absently nodded her head. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for Simon. Pulling her closer, he held her hips in a way that there would definitely be bruises the following morning. Making sure every inch of his body was pressing into her, Simon leaned in close to her ear. Breath tickling the sensitive point right above her ear, she shivered in anticipation.

“Now be a good little doll and move along. Wouldn’t want me to get impatient and ruin this beautiful saree you have on,” he continues. “Would be an absolute shame to stain it.” Still, she remains rooted where she stands; absolutely dazed by the way Simon was caging her in. Almost as if he was trying to consume her right there and then. Grabbing her jaw, he gave her a look, a warning. Either listen to his orders or face the consequences. But honestly, knowing him and what he can do, would facing the consequences actually be a bad thing?

Maybe she’ll wear the red saree more often.

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journalistcafe · 4 years ago

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सोशल मीडिया पर इन दिनों टीवी एक्ट्रेस और मॉडल मोनिका शर्मा की तस्वीरें सोशल मीडिया पर खूब वायरल हो रही है। इनकी खूबसूरती बेमिसाल है। इनकी हर अदा लाजवाब है।

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मोनिका शर्मा ने 2014 में इंडियन प्रिंसेस ब्यूटी कांटेस्ट में हिस्सा लिया था। इसमें उन्होंने मिस ग्रेड इंडिया का खिताब जीता था। इसके बाद उन्होंने बैंकॉक में आयोजित मिस ग्रैंड इंटरनेशनल में भारत का प्रतिनिधित्व किया था।

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While everyone else was busy gossiping, joking around, having breakfast, discussing work and all.. I observed Seeker was sitting on a different table for the breakfast..with hardly anything on her plate..! She seemed busy too, but wasn’t really doing anything.. I went on to her.. asked her why doesn’t she sit along and talk much.. why always a bit hesitant to open up? And I guess, She wanted to give up on this once & for all, at-least to me, since I was her only friend, hence dragged a piece of paper towards me and left. . . It wrote : 21.03.20, @11:50am (hisar-delhi) 🌸 Yeh jo kami meri hai bhi nahi, yeh mujhe ab achi lagti hai. Pata nahi meri hai.. ya bus ek nazariya hai khud k liye.. jo kabhi galti se ban gya hoga, ab aadat hogai. Aur chunki kami khoobsurat maloom hui sabko.. toh ise apna hi bana bethi. Kya kiya jaye?? Ise jaane doon thodi mehnut karke? Yaa apna bana ke rakhu? Isko hi pehchaan bana loon? Ya ek baar ke liye isey khud se alagg karke dusri paar kaa nazaara leke dekha jaaye?? Kyuki agar yeh nhi hui toh shaq ki nazar me aajaugi, Phir issey bhi badi khaamiya nikal jayengi jinka mujhe ilm bhi nahi hai abtak… aur agar wo meri hui toh?? Unko na saraaha gya toh?? Yaa agar aur kuch mila hi nahi ?? Toh nakali kehlaaungi. Usse toh achha jaisi hu waisi hi rahu… par phir wahi sawaal kya mai sach me aisi hi hu?? Ya bus aadat ban gai hai aisi rehna..? . . #delhidiaries #seeker #seekers #quarantine #instaphoto #instagood #instadaily #diary #following #instadiary #instadiaries #instawriters #instawriter #thoughts #thoughtoftheday #followers #instamood #saturday #saturdaymood #saturdayvibes #instalove #socialgood #explorepage #readersofinstagram #readers #scribble #reader #readersofinsta #peaches #saturdaymorning

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यहां उन्होंने प्रतियोगिता के सर्वश्रेष्ठ राष्ट्रीय पोशाक प्रतियोगिता में टॉप 20 में जगह बनाई थी। मोनिका शर्मा ने कई टीवी सीरियलों जैसे ‘दिल्ली वाली ठाकुर गर्ल्स’, ‘नागिन 2’, ‘ससुराल सिमर का’ जैसे सुपरहिट शोज में काम किया है।

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2018. március 27-én délután kihirdették egy díjátadó és egy ebéd keretében Ázsia 50 legjobb éttermének listáját a Makaói Wynn Palace Cotai – ban. A S.Pellegrino és Acqua Panna által támogatott rendezvényen a győztes a Gaggan étterem lett Bangokból. A rendezvényen az 50 legjobb étterem mellett díjazták többek között a legjobb női séfet, a legjobb életutat, a legjobb pastry chef – et is. Mondhatnánk, hogy Gaggan Anand séf mindet visz, és akkor nem tévednénk nagyot, mert már negyedik éve, hogy övé a legjobb étterem egy olyan régióban, ahol számtalan jó és még jobb vendéglő versenyez ezért a hely��rt, és mégis egy indiai viszi el a pálmát, aki Thaiföldön nyűgözi le a világot. Kérdés a világ 50 legjobb étterme címért is versenyezhet?

Makaó adott otthont a The World Best 50 Restaurants Asias rendezvénynek, amelyen a szakma különböző résztvevői, befolyásos séfek és kulináris vezetők választották meg a régió legjobbjait. A lista jól tükrözi a mai gasztrónómiai szemléletet és az irányt amerre a jövő kulináris fejlődése tart. Makaó először volt házigazdája ennek a patináns eseménynek, amely megmutatja, hogy ez az ország kiemelt célpontjává vált az ételek szerelmeseinek. Az ország hihetetlen gazdag gasztrohagyatékkal rendelkezik, a portugál gyarmati hatások, az itt élő portugálok rendkívül mélyen színesítették a kínai gyökerekkel rendelkező Makaói konyhát. Különlegessége abban rejlik, hogy nagy szerepet kapott a fűszerkereskedelemben, amely során a világ minden pontjáról érkeztek ide utazók, akik magukkal hozták alapanyagaikat, főzési stílusaikat és ételeiket, amely által a Makaói konyha igazán sokszínűvé válhatott. Ma aki ide érkezik egy dinamikusan fejlődő gazdasággal rendelkező országot talál, ahol a strett food világától a fine dining – ig mindent megtalálhat. A listára csak egy étterem a Jade Dragon kerülhetett fel, amely a magyar Onyx Étteremhez hasonlóan két Michelin csillaggal rendelkezik.

Jade Dragon Restaurant, Makaó

A 2018 – as listára 8 új és 2 visszatérő étterem kerülhetett be, amelyek 11 országból kvalifikáltak, a legtöbbet Japán (11 étterem, a 2. és a 3. helyezett a Den és a Florilège Tokióból), 9 – et Thaiföld (Gaggan), Hongkong, 7 – et pedig Szingapúr. Az első 10 helyezetten összesen 4 ország osztozott Thaiföld, Kína, Japán, Szingapúr. Ezek az információk jól mutatják melyek Ázsia kulináris és gazdasági központjai. Kína és Japán szerepe vitathatatlan, már csak történelmi és gazdasági szerepük miatt is, azonban a kistigrisek közé tartozó Szingapúr, valamint a turisztikai központként az egyik legforgalmasabb országként Thaiföldé sem elhanyagolható. Bangkok, mint a világ második leglátogatottabb városa a jövőben egyre fontosabb és meghatározóbb szerepet fog betölteni a szakmában. De beszéljenek helyettünk a képek, a következő infografikák mindent elmondanak.

A The World Best 50 Restaurants Asias szavazása komoly és átgondolt rendszeren alapszik. A William Reed Business Media az esemény szervezője, a The World’s 50 Best Restaurants és Latin-Amerika 50 legjobb étterme, az ázsiai 50 legjobb étterme mögött álló emberek egy pillantást vetnek több mint 300 éttermi iparági szakértő véleményére és tapasztalataira Ázsiában.

A “legjobbnak” minősített éttermeket a megbízható, világot látott ínyencek megítélése alapján szavazzák meg. A lista a szavazatok egyszerű kiszámításának eredménye. Mivel ez a lista személyes tapasztalatokon alapul, soha nem lehet végleges, de úgy vélik, hogy ez a felmérés a jelenlegi kulináris helyzet hiteles útmutatója lehet a legjobb étkezési helyeknek egész Ázsiában.

DEN Restaurant, Tokió

Hogyan működik a szavazás?

Az ázsiai 50 legjobb éttermet és a díjkiosztó ünnepségének átadóját a William Reed Business Media szervezi és állítja össze. A díjakhoz társított szponzorok – köztük a főszponzor – egyike sem szavaz, vagy befolyásolja az eredményeket. A listát, amely több mint 300 vezetőt tartalmaz az ázsiai éttermi iparágban, akik mindegyike az ázsiai éttermi színtéren való szakértői véleményük alapján válogattak össze.

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Az Akadémia hat régióra oszlik:

India és szubkontinens;

Délkelet-Ázsia – Dél;

Délkelet-Ázsia – Észak;

Hongkong,

Tajvan és Macau;

szárazföldi Kína és Korea;

Japán.

A divíziókat úgy alakították ki, hogy az ázsiai éttermi jelenlétet a lehető legteljesebb mértékben képviseljék a jelenlegi időben.

Minden régiónak van saját 53 tagú testülete, köztük egy elnöke is. A panel élelmiszer-írókból és kritikusokból, szakácsokból, vendéglőkből és nagyra értékelt “foodies” -ból áll. Minden tagnak tíz szavazata van. A tíz szavazatból legalább négyet kell használni.

A szavazás legfontosabb szabályai:

A szavazás szigorúan bizalmas a lista bejelentése előtt.

A tagok tíz éttermet szavaznak meg, amelyek közül legalább négynek a saját országukon kívül kell lennie.

A szavazóknak az elmúlt 18 hónapban megnevezett éttermekben étkezniük kellett.

A szavazók nem szavazhatnak az általuk birtokolt vagy pénzügyi érdekeltségű éttermekről.

Megnevezni az éttermet kell, nem pedig a vendéglátót vagy a szakácsot.

A tagok a preferenciák sorrendjében nyújtják be a tíz választást (ezt az információt arra használják, hogy döntsön a pozícióról).

Nincs olyan kritérium, amelynek az éttermeknek meg kell felelnie. Természetesen nem kell eladni egy bizonyos terméket. Nem kellett volna egy bizonyos számú évig nyitva tartani őket, és nem kellett volna más kulináris elismerést megnyerni.

A győztes: Gaggan Restaurant, Bangkok

Gaggan Anand tarol, már négy éve, hogy övé a legjobb étterem Ázsiában, azonban ez már biztos megváltozik, hiszen 2020 – ban bezárja az éttermét, hogy új feladatokra és a családjára tudjon koncentrálni. Gaggan Kalkutta utcáiról került a csillogó éttermek konyhájára, majd az El Buliba tanulta meg a szakma és a molekuláris gasztronómia mesterfogásait Ferran Adriától. 2010 – ben nyította meg a Gaggan – t, ahol újra gondolta a “progresszív indiai konyha” fogalmát. Azóta megnyitotta a hamburgerezőjét és sörözőjét, a Meatliciouset, és 2018-ban indította el a természetes borozóját a Wet-et és tofu éttermét a Mihara Tofuten-t.

Gaggan Ananad és a Gaggan Restaurant (Forrás: itt)

Gaggan Anand termékeny képzelőerejét és kulináris élvezetét hosszú, de mindig szórakoztató kóstoló menüben mutatja be, amely egyensúlyt teremt az indiai utcai ételek lelkesedése és a hiper-modern főzési technikák között a páratlan hatás érdekében. Az étterem elegáns, fehérre meszelt és a közelmúltban felújított gyarmati házban helyezkedik el, a város forgalmas utcáinak zűrzavarától elzárt helyen, számos étkezővel. A szolgáltatás nyugodt – a folyékony nitrogén használatával létrejövő alkalmi színjátszás ellenére – és a koktéllista különösen erős. Próbálja zsákolni az asztalt a hatalmas ablak mellett a konyhába, hogy nézze meg a többnemzeti brigád alkímiáját, vagy üljön fel az emeleten a séf asztalánál a vadonatúj K + F laborban.

2. helyezett: Den Restaurant, Tokió

Chef Zaiyu Hasegawa a leleményességéről és a mosolyáról híres. A játékos bemutatók, technikailag megfelelő készségek támogatják a modern kaiseki készítésében, a japán konyha stílusában, amely számos apró, bonyolult ételt tartalmaz. Miután 2016-ban az Ázsia 50 legjobb éttermének listáján a 37. helyen mutatkozott be, 2018-ban elérte a 2. helyet, és megnyerte a japán Best Restaurant címet is.

Den Restaurant, Tokió (Forrás: itt)

A nemzetközi hatások a hagyományos japán konyha könnyű megérintésével találhatók meg Hasegawa szezonális nyolcfogásos menüjében. Élvezi a napi 20 zöldségből (gyakorlatilag az egész kertből) vagy a “Den-tucky sült” csirkeszárnyakból álló kerti salátát, a bele rejtett meglepetéssel, amelyet egy gyorsétteremre hajazó elvihető dobozban mutat be.

3. helyezett: Florilège

A Florilège franciául antológiát jelent, ami színpada Hiroyasu Kawate fantáziadús modern francia főzésének. Ő játszik a hőmérséklettel és a textúrákkal, nem fél kombinálni a Franciaországból származó termékeket a japán összetevőkkel. A must-try ételek közé tartozik a zöld tigris garnéla, a kacsa és az oxalis, valamint manjū gombócok , a töltött galamb. Az étterem először 2016-ban nyerte el a One To Watch díjat, és 2018-ban az Ázsia 50 legjobb étterme listáján 11. helyről emelkedett a 3 – ra, bizonyítva az egyre növekvő népszerűségét.

Florilège Restaurant, Tokió (Forrás: itt)

Teljes Lista:

1. GAGGAN – Bangkok, Thaiföld

2. DEN – Tokió, Japán

3. FLORILEGE – Tokió, Japán

4. SUHRING – Bangkok, Thaiföld

5. ODETTE – Szingapúr

6. NARISAWA – Tokió, Japán

7. AMBER – Hongkong, Kína

8. PAUL PAIRET ULTRAVIOLET – Shanghai, Kína Az Art of Hospitality díj

9. NIHONRYORI RYUGIN – Tokió, Japán

10. NAHM – Bangkok, Thaiföld

11. MINGLES – Szöul, Korea

12. BURNT ENDS – Szingapúr

13. 8 1/2 OTTO E MEZZO BOMBANA – Hongkong, Kína (Olvassa el interjúját Umberto Bombanával )

14. LE DU – Bangkok, Thaiföld

15. RAW – Taipei, Taiwan

16. TA VIE – Hong Kong, Kína

17. LA CIME – Osaka, Japán

18. MUME – Taipei, Tajvan

19. INDIAN ACCENT – New Delhi, India

20. L’EFFERVESCENCE – Tokió, Japán

21. LOCAVORE – Bali, Indonézia

22. THE CHAIRMAN – Hongkong, Kína

23. WAKU GHIN – Szingapúr

24. LUNG KING HEEN – Hong Kong, Kína

25. MINISTRY OF CRAB – Colombo, Srí Lanka

26. JUNGSIK – Szöul, Korea

27. SUSHI SAITO – Tokió, Japán

28. IL RISTORANTE LUCA FANTIN – Tokió, Japán

29. LES AMIS – Szingapúr

30. FU HE HUI – Shanghai, Kína

31. PASTE – Bangkok, Thaiföld

32. NEIGHBORHOOD – Hongkong, Kína

33. EAT ME – Bangkok, Thaiföld

34. HAJIME – Osaka, Japán

35. JADE DRAGON – Makaó, Kína

36. CORNER HOUSE – Szingapúr

37. BO.LAN – Bangkok, Thaiföld

38. QUINTESSENCE – Tokió, Japán

39. ISSAYA SIAMESE CLUB – Bangkok, Thaiföld

40. BELON– Hong Kong

41. RONIN – Hongkong, Kína

42. TOC TOC – Szöul, Korea

43. THE DINING ROOM AT THE HOUSE OF SATHORN – Bangkok, Thaiföld

44. JAAN * – Szingapúr

45. NIHONBASHI – Colombo, Sri Lanka

46. CAPRICE – Hongkong, Kína

47. SHOUN RYUGIN – Taipei, Tajvan

48. LA MAISON DE LA NATURE GOH – Fukuoka, Japán

49. WASABI BY MORIMOTO – Mumbai, India

50. WHITEGRASS – Szingapúr

The Diners Club® Lifetime Award:

André Chiang

elit® Vodka Legjobb Női Szakács Ázsia:

Bee Satongun

Illessze, Bangkok

Ázsia legjobb Pastry Chef – je 2018

Nicolas Lambert

Caprice, Hong Kong

Chef Choice Award 2018

Yoshihiro Narisawa

Narisawa, Tokió

Miele One To Watch Award 2018

Toyo Eatery

Manila, Fülöp-szigetek

Highest New Entry 2018

La Cime

Osaka, Japan

Highest Climber Award 2018

Mume

Taipei, Taiwan (No.18)

The Art of Hospitality Award 2018

Ultraviolet by Paul Pairet

Shanghai, China

Fenntartható éttermi díj 2018

L’Effervescence

Tokió, Japán

Források

The World Best 50 Restaurants Asias

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