LOVE IS STILL IN THE AIR ;)

The best evening it is. I won't mind if it ends up on the sight, right here. I am so happy, so content, afraid of not dropping a tear or two out of happiness. Boy! My boy! I love him so much. " You like it?", he asked as he turned me towards him. "Like? You gotta be kidding me! I love this and I love you!" I hugged him and he hugged me back, hard :) I could feel his heart slamming hard under my fingers as we parted back. So, I wasn't the only one with a thumping heart here ;P We walked towards the small round table, kicking the balloons which danced on the floor with the slow wind( Ah! how much I love balloons). The terrace was very spacious with our table, covered with rose petals and a candle, in the middle. Leaves, flowers, climbers tangled together covered the circumference. Lampshades of different but soft colours were mounted with the ravel greenery. The whole scene was no less than the chimera for me. I loved the arrangements. I loved the personal space ( basically the very idea of it!) I forgot those heels, the struggle to carry myself and the clumsiness, I don't know why and how! And it was another thing making me happy. Just to quadruple my happiness, he smiled at me and said, " I knew, it would have been very difficult for you to digest the special evening thing among those crowded heads", he draped his hands across my waist pulled me closer, narrowed his eyes "and wasn't it all you were looking for? A space for just you and me!", he completed with a peck on my cheeks. I was so lost in him, his smile, his eyes that I stared at him mesmerized by his love, frozen in his arms until he jolted me with his laugh. His laugh rang in my ears like the chimes by the winds. "Are you gonna spend the entire time like this?", he said slowly. "I won't mind as long as you're in", I uttered breathlessly. "No, the night has a lot more in store, love!". I had butterflies in my belly at the thought of what else surprise is there. I was already overwhelmed with joy. " Umm... I am trying to make it special for us, don't know how it all would fare", he said in his low and husky voice and just the way I like it. Just as I opened my mouth to tell him how I am already head over heels, I stopped(read I was made to stop). "Shall we dance?", he asked approaching his hand towards me. My eyes popped, jaw dropped. DANCE?! AND ME?! "Err.. you know I can't..can't dance!" I said in despair with eyes questioning him how could he even ask this. " Oh! But I had been training for a month or so just for this day" he narrowed his eyes in a way I knew something witty with full sarcasm is coming :p " As if I can dance!" he sputtered just the way I knew he would :p And I burst into laughter followed by a smile, I know him so much, he knows me that much AND I LOVE HIM SO VERY MUCH ;)
Until we started moving seamlessly(and hopelessly), I had paid no attention to the light slow music playing in the background. Am I deaf in love? Close enough to drive me crazy, my eyes pinned on his face just to admire his lovely- in a brooding and manly sort of way- face. His eyes hypnotized me, his smile made me drool, the curves of his lips would make a perfect kiss, the masculine jawline that defines his face was something best accentuated with his laugh, his sweet warm breath would be enough to turn me on- he is the best thing happened to me and i would never loose such a beautiful part of my life. He is mine, this moment is ours and the time needs to be eternal. He hugged me again in those slow dance moves, I couldn't dance but I wouldn't want it to end ever, "I love you, babe" his words melted like honey in my ears. "And you have no idea how much I love you." He pulled apart, I frowned. I have to show you something. "Now what?", i sighed, that moment was perfect I don't ask for anything more, I would never. He held my hand and pulled me towards the very end.The wind was not that slow now it started tossing my hair instead of playing with them, the balloons moved wildly with the wind now, the moon was high, the night was younger. We stood there in silence, I was looking at him, he stole my gaze only to look somewhere, I don't know, I was so lost in him. "You know, this is the best view one can have from this restaurant", he said as he pointed in the direction of his gaze. It is hard to move my eyes from him, really hard ;) "Wow!!!" was all i could say. The breath taking view was more precious than my previous moment. Those light waves of the sea kissing the sparkling white sand under the bright moon, the trees in full swing danced their way to celebrate the kiss of love, the kiss of togetherness; the wind adding the background music to the joy. That perfect romantic moment, the perfect night for us. Awestruck with this beauty of nature, I didn't realize when it all happened. When in the name of love, a step further was decided to be taken. How was it planned and how was it ending, I wasn't in my senses. No one could ever be. I could feel my legs trembling, I am gonna fall right here. I was cold as ice, trembling like a fool and why wouldn't I? It was happening, he was on his knees with a ring in his hands (everything done from beginning till now in a gentleman's way). " I don't know how to do it" he scratched his head innocently. His eyes were soft, cheeks flushed. "Would you like to be the love of my life, an inseparable part of me?" he popped the question, finally. "Too formal? okay, would you like to have more of such dates", he winked at me with his cutest smile and sputtered the words so quickly and innocently like a child, "MARRY ME, BABE. I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH!". I stood like a frozen statue, dizzily blinked my eyes trying to find my voice. "YE-SS..YES!" I managed to say after a long pause with tears rolling down my cheeks. And just as I lost the existence of gravitational force, he held me in his arms, tight. Pulled me closer, real close, swept my tears with his fingers, ran them across my cheek, held my face firm and then the moon, the wind, the night, the stars, the whole aura celebrated our kiss of love, our kiss of togetherness, our perfect moment, our perfect night and the perfect love <3

LOVE IS IN THE AIR ;)

My heart started pounding as he stopped the engine. It was the umpteenth time I was telling myself to calm down, " It's not the first time. Stop thumping." I knew, we knew it wasn't the first time but that little anxiety was all clear on our faces. May be it is the 'special evening effect' :p

He held the car's door open for me like a gentleman. I couldn't help staring at him, why was he charming like a prince tonight! We made our way into the restaurant and in no matter of time I started feeling uneasy seeing the crowd and repeating the thought, " how is it gonna be the 'special' evening." :\ Everything, everyone at their best in front of me, and my clumsiness at its peak. Will it be a candle lit dinner on a corner table? How am I going to pass all those eyes? What if I trip? I am already having a hard time dealing with these heels- all thanks to my friends! With all these cobwebbed thoughts in my head, I felt the whispers of that melodious voice, "this way" he pointed in a direction away from the swarm. He held my hand as we walked through the hallway ( thank god, he did, now my chances of tripping down are a bit reduced :p ) We stopped near the lift only to be accompanied by a steward to take us to somewhere, I didn't know. The way both the lads exchanged smiles, I can sense that everything was pre-planned. I was trying my best to be in composure. I was struggling for everything- first the date effect, the high heels, LBD, my hair, yes everything. I wish I could fit in my good ol' jeans and my sneakers. Heels are not my thing. But when you have fashion oriented friends plus you are apparently on a date, then be ready to carry yourself up. " The place is all yours, sir. Enjoy the night.", the handsome steward said with a smile way too before we even reached our destination. And finally the gate opens, I could feel the wind making way through my styled(read tangled, by now) tresses. "Thank you!", my boy said to the steward with a smile, the smile for which I would give up on the world. No, seriously I would ;) Yet again, he held my hand, this time his fingers gripped mine while my heart slammed against my ribs. We stepped into darkness with a sudden switching of the lights. I was bewitched, lost, amused, surprised that it took me a full minute or more to assimilate what all laid before my eyes. With slow, cool wind playing with my hair, how couldn't I understand. Damn! the place is literally ours, away from the crowded swarm, away from the clumsiness, away from the whole city; a very personal space i could have thought of! A personalized terrace restaurant - just for the two of us! <3
to be continued... ;)

A question I was pondering on

SHOULD EXCESSIVE EXPOSURE OF FEMALE ANATOMY BE BANNED IN ADVERTISEMENTS? What do you feel about it? Should female exposure in advertisements be banned? A few of you must be wondering why should it be while prodigious number must be feeling ofcourse it should be, afterol its all about females' image, their safety.

I may sound anomalous in this discussion but I feel the term exposure is not much relevant over here, the term which must be heeded on is excessive.  Ok what if I ask u what do you mean by excessive exposure. M sure everyone must definitely not be sharing unanimous views. Yeah! actually.. definition for excessive exposure changes with geography, with time and with age as well. Let me exemplify- envisage a woman standing beside you in saree what do you think of her? Is she exposing herself? Well I feel most of yours answer must be "obviously no". But what if the same women amids Saudi Arabian people? She will be opposed for the way she is being dressed up in. Women there are not allowed to unveil any part of her's except her eyes and hand portion below wrist.
In fact within the same country say India two places may have different arena. A girl dressed up in shorts in village or in a city mall is seen via different eyes and different minds. Therefore the definition for excessive changes with geography.
Not just with geography the definition changes with time too. Usually our elder ones i.e our parents or grandparents have contradicting views than we have. So I would say it's people vision toward anything.
I would say exposure in artful manner may be good like in those of british paintings. We are compelled to look through the depth and beauty of what is being painted rather than the naked female body. Its how the exposure may be beautiful too.
If you are still thinking that exposure is bad then let me ask you a question! What about that hogwash "THE AXE EFFECT" advertisement in which all the girls run after the guy who apply the axe deo to his body. Doesnt it shows objectification of women? Doesnt it demean women? Doesnt the add treat women as sexual desire? Yeah it does! The nutshell is an add mayb bad even if it doesnt reveal any of the body part of women, its just how it is presented. I think society needs to supersede anti-exposure thinking with anti-vulgarity.

Many of us are comfortable watching the pictures in magazines or newpapers, or reading those details on internet or in a novel or any article but thinks adds would undermine our culture, is this acceptable?
Narrow minded people think that it may impart a bad impact on their children, but remember RESISTING ONLY CREATES INSATIABLE CUROSITY. So kids must not be resisted from watching such adds but must be given ounch of sexual education.

If u actually think exposure is bad then it must be completely eliminated whether it b on newspaper or a magazine or anywhere. But practically speaking it is very near to impossible as maybe the one working for these adds have these as the only earning way. Not just it is a money deal it is also important in spreading awareness, the adds are also knowledgeable like that of breast cancer which is one of the most common form of cancer amongst women. Also India is a liberal country anyone is free to do whatever s/he wants. No one can enforce any kind of restrictions on anybody.

But yes no matter what the issue is, everyone never agree with the same conclusion. So one thing can be done, the timings for such advertisrments can be changed so that it leads to a magnanimous solution for everyone. :)
By:SaKsHi JAiN

A HINT

Weekend is finally here!! :)
Treating yourself with a cup of STARBUCKS coffee :P in these about to dawn winters with your best friend is the only definition of a great weekend for me :D ( of course chit chatting has to come in the picture or I would say long hours of chit chatting :P as the STARBUCKS staff is quite courteous to not disturb people involved in intense talks :P) So today I am going to share with you a very small, and may be you find it a bit confusing, portion of our long hours of chit chat.
Comfortably settled with our espressos in a peaceful ambiance, we started discussing everything from our school life to respective college lives' , from his crush to my lovers' :p , from our favorite teachers to the mates for who we shared common hatred, we laughed endlessly till our stomach hurt , we missed our school, our friends and those precious moments we spent together, we teased each other and then again laughed till we felt those eyes of fellow coffee lovers filled with anguish on us, embarrassing us. ;)
Now, the intense part, I mentioned, comes into the picture. We both being in our pre-final years of graduation, now discussed about LIFE- WHAT NEXT?? Amid our talks he came up with a very inspiring perspective about life which literary left me speechless, as in I had no words to counter his thoughts, his perspective and his belief. It really gave me some inspirational vibes and made me ponder - why I never thought of life and its actual meaning like this?
This is what he said :
" What does a settled life mean? Having a well-paid settled job, a flat in posh colony, a luxurious car, a beautiful spouse and in some later stage having children? Is there even a definite answer to this? Suppose one day you are fired from that well-paid settled job as the company is suffering from financial crisis, doesn’t your definition of a settled life change? But then, is life all about doing what your passion is? Suppose you always wanted to be a guitar player. So, one day you decide to leave everything and just practice guitar. You train yourself for years but you fail to get appreciation. You strive to even sustain your living and find out that choosing to live your dream was not a great idea. Doesn’t then the meaning of life change? To both the situations I would like to say, “Yes, the meaning will change”. You will start to think that, was the decision to be a guitarist right? Or were you really leading a well settled life? But this will happen only if you ‘kind of’ wanted those things, that is, you kind of wanted that settled life or you kind of wanted to be a guitarist. If you had sincerely wanted that from life you would have never cared what failures you have met. You would have gone out, challenged the failures without thinking what was wrong or right. You would have had searched for another job, without cribbing, till you found one, you would have carried on with your guitar without giving a damn to the appreciation you received, you would have carried on because it was what you always wanted. When you are doing something you always wished to do, you don’t care about the world, you don’t care about being right. Rather, you rise up above all this where you notice that nothing in this world is right or wrong. You find spirituality."
Amazed and moved.
P.S - He is a good guitarist who is polishing himself to be great one day :P

DO WHAT YOUR HEART SAYS

By SAKSHI CHAUDHARY

Weekend at home! :) Sumptuous food being offered, me being treated as an eminent guest in my own home, full day-night rest. Wow! Now, what else can be better than this! But, in between all this aristrocratic, regal treatment, one question keeps haunting me, which is, "What next?" Yes, "What next? It's less than two years of your graduation left now, so, What next?" I do have a lot of answers, I want to say a lot as I have lot many plans on my mind, but eventually I decide staying quiet, keeping my mouth mum. Why? Because somewhere inside I know they won't stand by me with this decision of mine. I am scared to tell them what I really want to choose as they want me to choose something else. So, should I sacrifice my dreams because my parents are scared for me to choose the path I have decided to? Should I stop following my heart?
Well, I guess I am not the only one going through this situation. Now, imagine, this day will start out like any other day. You'll be eating, working or jogging: when an idea pops into your head: a grand idea: it might be related to your future, your career thing, or to go somewhere great or to do something crazy. But, you'll dismiss it like you've a thousand other outlandish ideas and would take it as just another dream and would get back to your work. But that idea keep following you, it keeps coming back. It has landed itself in your mind and its tendrils are wrapping themselves around you, tightening your brain, your body and your heart. Everyday you try to get rid of that idea by distracting yourself, getting into other ideas to which your heart won't hopelessly attach itself. You keep giving thousand of reasons for not to think about it. You spin all the unneccessary webs and foolishly congratulate yourself on being mature. You often do this, right? This is the most impossible thing on earth most of us find to do, that is: to follow our heart! Yes, to follow our heart.
Following your heart means actually doing what your entire body and mind are begging you to do, no matter what the risk or consequences are. Doing so, you could lose something. You could squander your savings. You could get emotionally hurt. Now, lets take it this way: After following your heart, you'll definately gain something more. Savings, money: Cummon, who cares? It comes and goes! Getting emotionally hurt, you would get emotionally strong. And there you're. You find yourself in the place of risk and possibility of mustering the courage and fighting like hell to hold onto it. At first sight, everything seems complicated, difficult, doubtful; but in keeping calm and listening to your heart, moving in the right direction, you'll get a way. You start figuring out all the statistics of your plan. You convince yourself you're not giving up, just putting it on hold. You are proud for yourself. The agony of the past dissipates and you feel relaxed. Content. Because at the end of the day it's not the money that you earn is important, infact, it's the satisfaction and contentment in your life.
I was so inspired by that movie called '3 idiots'. I remember the sequence when Farhan goes to his father and how inventively he explains him why he want to follow his dream. That's what tells us that it's never too late to listen to your heart and follow your dreams.
I have a very good friend of mine who's actually doing what she always wanted to. It's not that her life is unambiguous, it's actually very challenging. But, yes, she knows what and how to plan out things for herself. She's in love with the life she's chosen, for she followed her heart. :)
You should never get scared of listening to your heart as it's said : 'The Cost of not following your heart, is spending the Rest of your life Wishing you had."  Follow your heart people! An amazing thing happens when you get honest with yourself and start doing what you love, what makes you happy. Your life literally slows down. You stop wishing for weekend. You begin to live in each moment. You just ride the wave that is life. A veil is lifted and a new perspective is born. When I began writing this, I stated that am scared of conveying my perspective, but as am coming to the end I myself feeling so light, filled up with a distinguishable sensation and zest. :) Your LIFE is the best gift of god. He's has left upon you, how to make the best out of it. Keep living life! Keep following your heart! :)  <3

TALENT HUNT

When you have got your favorite dish for the lunch , all your focus in on devouring the sumptuous food and giving no attention to what is going around. So was my case , one fine afternoon, enjoying the lunch-break with my friends and yes , my favorite dish :) . My friends were discussing something since we ensconced to have the lunch but as i was busy glutting , I barely lend my ears to the discussion until I heard something or I would rather mention some words that suddenly made me obsequious. IIT DELHI ; RENDEZVOUS ; REGISTRATION ; EXCITED , was all I could imbibe from their then going discussion. The story so far was IIT DELHI'S cultural fest , RENDEZVOUS , was round the corner. Yes , RENDEZVOUS was about to hit the city and a being a delhite and an engineer I was totally oblivious of the fact :\ What a turn off!! Do you people also fall under the same umbrella? :P If yes, raise your hand and give me a high-five :D yaayy!  (What! You all knew about it? Fine, don't give me those looks now!)
So, where I was! Yes , RENDEZVOUS. My friends were registering themselves for the singing competition in the fest. Didn't I mention I am surrounded with all the talented people? Singers, dancers, artists, instrumentalists, name it and I will put forward each one from my friends' list (Not the facebook one, you Einstein! I have a real world to live in :P) And that is my point of discussion today TALENT ( although I have nothing to discuss about it :P )
When you start feeling and rather better know that you are the only one UNTALENTED among all the acquaintances, does it not bother you , makes you glum? If it doesn't , then you, my dear friends, are among the best persons alive on earth or may be the narcissists :P But if does, then come on join my army and lets retaliate against God for being so biased towards us :( Yes, it really hurts to realize you are good at nothing and this what I have been constantly feeling for the past one week. Believe you me , it is so depressing at times. From the past one week, while my singer friends were busy rehearsing and being delirious for the event, I was busy sulking :\ Glum and almost with nil confidence I reached home and discussed everything I felt with my mother. Mothers, you know, will never let their child feel unworthy of anything. So she started to fill me with confidence albeit without success. Her first attempt could not even inject a single drop of confidence in my dejected nerves. but she didn't give up and explained " you never know what all you can do and be best at it until you try". " yes mom I know but this is not something called talent, something god-gifted" I argued. "How do you define talent?" she questioned. "Obviously, something god-gifted" I uttered. "Poor gal, you are in illusion. Talent is not always God-gifted. It is what you are best at and you can't be best at anything until you try, try and try!" she repeated with a smile. "You say I am the best cook. Do you think god gifted me and all the mothers with these culinary skills? Of course not, this is something we mothers tried one day and are trying to improvise till date. And then you call us talented moms" she completed with a wink. I don't know how but she always makes me understand things so better. Now my sulking tank was less than half. I got her point! :D So what if I can't sing, can't dance or can't event paint. If one day I try and never give up, may be one of these would be my talent or may be someday, at some point in my life I will find my mysterious talent :p I am feeling happy now :)
Apart from being enlightened by my mom, there is something I realized : Sometimes we do tend to underestimate our potentials despite of the fact that others have full faith in our capabilities. This thought left an ear to ear smile on my face and my sulking tank is almost emptied now. I have decided to register myself for some events. I know am not gonna excel but there is something called experience that will help me rise :) Wow!! With so much optimism I am sounding like some spiritual guru :p So maintaining my spiritual guru's image here's a short message to all who feel the way I had been feeling recently : "Always look up to life with a new ray of hope. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF even if the world stops believing in you".
I know am not talented and still hunting to find the address of my talent's abode and I sulk at times. But there is one thing I am certain of, is not loosing hope that I CAN , if not today may be one day , someday. After all, the world is not ending tomorrow. Is it? :p

SCHOOL LIFE VS COLLEGE LIFE

By-SAKSHI JAIN
Shift from schooling to college life is one of the most crucial phase of everyone's life- when teachers turn to professors, attendance issue turns to who cares, when the joy of being known by teachers turn to oh shit! teacher knows my name:-P, when tears of standing on "2nd position" in class turns to, oh my god! I passed :D and when early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise quote changes to LATE TO BED LATE TO RISE MAKES A MAN LAZY, CRAZY AND GRISE..
Schooling of a person plays the most important role in shaping the person the way s/he is today and also helps us in adapting to the outside world while college life teaches us a bit professionalism.
Everyone has their individual experiences so for some college life must have been better while for others schooling must have played a lot more role in making memories.
Some students consider college life to be a paradise and have the same feelings like a prisoner being freed after years of imprisonment. They are curious to know the world outside and experience the fresh air. On the other hand some are depressed to part with their friends, their teachers and the environment that they are accustomed to for years.
I am a bit (actually a lot more than a bit) inclined in favour of school life. It was in school that we made our first friend,had our first crush;), ate lunch boxes during classes, and learnt our first lessons about life. Also  the environment provided in school was much more protective than that offered in college, not just in sense of teachers but also our collegues. Amicable and selfless people all around filled with munificence, family like relations, innocence everywhere felt like living an impeccable life. Politics, groupism, duping were the words which were only supposed to be in dictionary. The bonding and support was like one for all and all for one. Chafing our friends deliberately, making fun of them with no intent of hurting them, being uncanny with them and having endless guffaw used to be the only things we do (obviously apart from studies :p). I still remember the day when I was in 11th class and I had a free lecture so I alongwith my batchmates begun playing basketball in class itself. Mistakenly I broke window glass pane and got a bit scared, but then few of my friends said if any teacher comes and asks that who did this then whole of class is going to stand. The whole class agreed and did the same and I shunned the punishment :p. This was school life about, helping each other endlessly without even keeping a count on it. I have countless experiences of the ilk. While I was a kid and saw my seniors crying at school farewell I used to think how crassy they are to behave in such a frivolous way but then at my time of departure from my school and my crony ones I went through the same pain and realised what it meant to me. THE LIFE THEN WAS NO LESS THAN HEAVEN.. In college I feel like I am socially interacted to many while attached to almost none. Among those socially interacted few are HELLO, HI ones, some are those who approach only when "they need favour" while rest are those despicable ones who deftly pretend to be my friends..

Few of u would agree while others may not. Everyone necessarily do not sail in the same boat.
College life is surely better in many ways like free entry and free exit at any time, no burdened shoulders with any "homework" stuff, Independence of scheduling the routine our way, exposure to people of different backgrounds, participation in unstinted competitions and many more.
At the end I would say whether it be school or college we are going to miss both, so we should learn to enjoy every bit of what we are living before it turn to MEMORIES...
NO MATTER HOW MUCH PAIN OR SUFFERINGS WE WENT THROUGH WE WOULD NEVER LIKE TO LET GO OFF THOSE MEMORIES.. THEY WILL BE THERE WITH US DEEP DOWN OUR HEART FOREVER..):)