Beauty gets the attention...

Personality gets the Heart.!

GVC- Part 6

Part 1: Saumya
Part 2: myself
Part 3: HK
Part 4: Saumya
Part 5: Shantanu

Snippet: She then rushes back to the Cinemax complex... where people are still watching Taashan..! and the gruesome duel between Virussata and Krissh is on... As she stands outside the toilet..(she can't go in - the Pee-ka-boo Curse)... Virussata drags her in... in order to hold her hostage... and with this... The Pee-ka-Boo Curse breaks....

What happens next...?

. . . Pee-ka-bo curse breaks. The curse now starts displaying its effect. If Dhamasaan Kudi even kept a step into the gents' toilet she would get transformed into Hag-goo, an ugly old witch (hag), whose lips smell like goo.

"Ohh Shit!!! what now", poor Dhamasaan Kudi is now in a fix.. Just then her cell phone rings..., "Now what is it?", she thinks.

"Welcome to AirTel's Hello Tune Service. Dial 1 for Devotional songs, 2 for top 10 songs, 3 for regional songs, 4 for english songs......", says the voice..
"Screw AirTel!", thinks Hag-goo aka Dhamasaan Kudi & hangs up the call.

Virussata is still dragging her, his eyes popped out when he saw that he actually dragged an old witch & not a beautiful super-heroine. Pant-T effect must have backfired, he thought & smiled..

but Hag-goo is still thinking, how to come back to her normal self. "Ohh yes, how in the world can i forget!", she instantly calls Minerva McGonagall , the Transfiguration professor from Hogwarts to make her Dhamasaan Kudi again. Minerva receives the call (thank God!) & tells her, "there's no spell that can bring you back. But if you kiss an evil person, then your usual self will return & the effect of curse will wear off."

Now the only evil person she knew was Virussata & he was dragging her as well, with his power. But how can she forget.. she is currently Hag-goo whose lips smelled like goo, how'll she in the world kiss Virussata, or for the matter of fact, kiss anyone!

But she has to do this.. there's no solution as well. So she leans towards Virussata, makes a penetrating eye-contact, shows a broken smile (she has no teeth) & does it! kisses him!! a long, everlasting kiss; after which Virussata gets almost asphyxiated by the goo smell. Finally, Dhamasaan Kudi is transformed to her usual self.... BUT........

Virussata screams, rebukes, yells & bursts into tears... WHY? was it the smell?

"screw the smell..! but what have you done?! i am a gay man!!! now how will i face my boyfriend!? shit.. !! boo-hoo", shouts Virussata.
So that was the reason of his sudden outburst. He was gay. & now he was even more enraged & his anger had burst like a volacano. "I'll destroy you & this city!", he retaliates.

But not just this, Krissh is angry with Dhamasaan Kudi as well, for she kissed a man other than her own love; ekk paraya aadmi. "I am out of this. I hate you. tum kisi ki nahi ho sakti." Dhamasaan Kudi is on verge of tears because of a series of ill-fated incidents. But she doesnt give up. She's a super-heroine.

"gumsum ho kyun, paas aao naa; roothe ho kyun, maan jao naa ", she starts singing & dancing around Krissh. But Krissh is in no mood to listen. He comes out of the theatre & is just about to fly....JUST THEN...

Dhamasaan Kudi again stops him. She extends her hand to open his mask, to make an eye-contact with his true-self & so that she can see his handsome face. "He's such a Greek God", she thought. BUT whats this!!!

Krissh is actually Harman Baweja & not the Hrithik Roshan she had imagined... What the fu*k! She is now at her wit's end. Cursing her luck, she lets him leave. Now she has to decide fast. Somehow she has to get the anti-dote & give it to Dr. Mahendra Singh Dhoni, so that he can multiply & multiplex it & administer it to the affected people. But who will help? She badly needs a super-hero who is sure to win the battle against Virussata...

"Aha!!!! I know... he's undefeatable, unbeatable, the one..."..... & she thus makes a call to none other than........

Rajnikant!!! undefeatable, unbeatable, the one.

& Rajnikant loves his public to death! He instantly reaches the spot. He tells Dhamasaan Kudi to somehow bring Virussata's boyfriend to the spot. "now we will tell him, what a hostage is! vang-po!" Rajnikant is such a geni-ass genius, she thought!

& so, Virussata's boyfriend, Jaissata is summoned to the spot. Jaissata enters with much elan as if he's getting married to his love boy!

Dhamasaan Kudi decides to distract Virussata using Jaissata, so that Rajnikant can first procure the antidote with his famous Gun...
She holds Jaissata tightly, as if hugging him...
Virussata shouts, with jealousy dripping from his words . . .

[to be continued!]

A Home Song

[ A pair of sparrows make a home-sweet-home, using a small wooden artwork in my balcony.
Please ignore the bad picture quality; i tried to improve & edit it, as much as i could using Picassa. ]

A HOME SONG
-Henry Van Dyke

I read within a poet's book
A word that starred the page:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!"

Yes, that is true; and something more
You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.

But every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the hearts can rest.

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Flickr Search & Mosaic Maker

Hey people,
just read the latest post of my fellow blogger Shantanu.. i found his post really cool.

all he did is:
type respective answer for the following questions in Flickr Search. Use only the first page of result & select a picture. Copy the link & use the Mosaic Maker to create a pretty mosaic.

the questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food? right now?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your user name?

What you get is simple awesome..
please give this a try!

here's my mosaic:
1. shubhada 2. methi 3. Mount Carmel Girls' High School 4. Blue 5. Brett Lee 6. Black Tea 7. Leh 8. Chocolate Tart 9. philanthropist 10. independence of self 11. random 12. shubhada21uk

The Man in the Glass

A great poem i read in a magazine; found it very compelling..

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
& the world makes you king for a day,
just go to a mirror & look at yourself
and see what the man has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
'whose judgement upon you must pass',
the fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest,
for he's with you clear up to the end,
and you've passed your most dangerous difficult test,
if the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the path-way of life
and get pats on your back as you pass,
but your final reward will be heartaches & tears
if you've cheated the man in the glass.

When I'm alone, I google for myself

She gets up to yet another Sunday. Every day as it passes by; seems like a Sunday with not much work to do. She wonders about ways to kill time. Its not very difficult to stay her quiet self; coz since the time she gained consciousness, she has always preferred staying quiet. Though when she is in company of like-minded people, there’s just no stopping her.. But then such people have been very few. There have been many such days of solitude. Solitude for her seemed to be a refined word for loneliness. Yet these days, things have been much different, to her own surprise.. coz nowadays when she’s alone, she googles- for herself, for some answers, for the future.. coz nowadays, she is liking the solitude..

She feels like being much closer to herself. She talks to her conscience. She is trying to understand the anatomy of the abstract. Relationships especially. feelings, emotions, thoughts as well; & Life.. Every human being is a mystery it seems. She likes to have a peep into people’s minds. & she wonders what would happen if she could read the mind of some people around her.

Even though seemingly ambitious & futuristic she might sound, she still lives partially in her past. Every day, she starts with a fresh attempt to get over it. Movies, music are like caffeine; but even a slightest emotion expressed in these forms of art, which she can identify with, makes her cry bitterly. Maybe that’s because she doesn’t express herself so much these days.

Mundane details have always irked her. Yet she ponders over the minutest thought spent over her decisions. She feels scared to take the next step as her plans have mostly gone haywire. Randomness in mind increases to such an extent that she then tries to create a vacuum. That’s not possible.. as of now at least. Because ironically, vacuum generally comes in her mind, when it shoudnt. She then tries to get herself busy in the chores & errands. These days, she has kinda mastered the art of hiding herself behind the mask of ‘being normal’. Though somewhere, she knows, something is wrong.

These days, she is into so much habit of being alone, that amidst familiar people also, a part of her mind wants to be alone; to wander & wonder.

Thoughts keep coming. Randomly. A Sunday ends.
Tomorrow is a new day. Another day to be alone, to google.

Love!

(Image Courtesy: archiecomics.com)
To the guys out there! :
You dont love her coz she's beautiful..
She's beautiful coz You love her... :)

Fresh Hues..

Nagpur was kinda cloudy after a drizzle post the Holi day... & I just couldnt resist taking a few pictures of the beautiful hues in the garden. These hues were a treat to the eyes.








For a moment I thought,
Even a cup of Coffee cannot give you as good start, as it gives when looking at these fresh flowers & leaves in the morning..
(though I still remain a sucker for Coffee!)

:)

COMPLETE & FINISHED seem to be synonymous.
But they do have a huge difference.

When You love the right person, You are COMPLETE..
&
When You love the wrong person, You are FINISHED..