Mujra Night on the Terrace

A great party usually has the following ingredients:
Great Settings, Great Mood, Great Music, Great Food and not to forget Great People.

Now, the people factor remaining constant with the usual friends and cousins, I have always had this dream to organize this amazing party for some real chilled out occasion. Haven't yet had the chance to do it, but I really hope to be able to do it soon.

Here are my party ingredients -
My party would be on the roof top terrace of my house, during some pleasant weather season. The theme of the party would be a "Mujra Party", and the setting, yeah you guess it right, would be a Kotha setting.
The dress code for everyone would be Ethnic wear, like Kurta Pyjama etc.

There would be Mattresses (Gadde) arranged in a square arrangement, with enough space in between the arrangement (a smaller square) for dance.
Each of the mattresses would have thick capsule shaped pillows on them for person to lie down with support and flavored Hukkas to get the mood rolling.

Another important item required for the perfect mood would be flowers, particularly Jasmine. The flowers would be placed on all sides of the setting, but the most particular use of flowers, here, would be in the Jasmine Garlands to be wore on hands for the best mujra feeling.

Most of the light would be from Diyas, lightened and placed strategically as per the terrace layout, to get an amazing mixed effect of the darkness and the brightness of the diyas. Particularly, the area outside the mattresses would be given a hue of darkness mixed with diya lights, for an amazing effect. However, the central area would be given fairly bright lights with ethnic lamps, for people to be able to see and enjoy.

The environment would, as is obvious, be set by Mujra numbers, like - "Inhi Logon Ne", "Inn Aankhon Ki Masti", "Dil Cheez Kya Hai", "Maar Dala" etc.

Though I would definitely Love to get an actual Mujra dancer to perform, it might just invite troubles for us, if not from anywhere outside, from our own folks.
Therefore, however much I might want that or may I say We might want that, we ll have to take the center stage by ourselves and dance on our own, while the non-dancers watch and enjoy the Hukka.

Coming down to the last phase of my party plan, which is also the most important phase - Food and Drinks.
For drinks, Wine would be served liek a Jaam from the traditional Surahi and drank in similar traditional glasses. For the Sufis (non-drinkers), Sharbat would be served in a similar way.

Food, though undoubtedly the Most Important aspect of the whole evening, is not much of a headache. After all, to suit the evening the feast has gotta be Mughlai. And when talking Mughlai Food, who else but to trust the ultimate best in matters of taste - Kitchens of India.

I simply need to login and order Gourmet Products from Kitchens of India  and half the job would have already been done.
So, the food for the day would comprise of :
Dal Bukhara, Paneer Darbari, both prepared to perfection by Kitchens of India
and Vegetable Biryani, prepared from the Easy and Ready To Cook Vegetable Biryani Mix from Kitchens of India
The sweet dessert would offer a hard choice in the form of Jodhpuri Moong Dal Halwa and Awadhi Badam Halwa, royal desserts prepared from the finest of ingredients by Kitchens of India.

I really believe this would be One Amazing Party for all the people that would get the chance to Experience it. Everyone would have a gala time Eating the delectable dishes, Drinking and Smoking ethnically and Dancing to Mujra. Ofcourse, anyone willing to shower money would be totally welcome.


My only hope remains for this party to be able to Actually Take Place in its full glow soon....

Ignoring Oral Health, Killing Prospects With Future Wife

"Honey..aren't you gonna kiss me before you go?" asked Neeta. Rahul, who was already in a lot of hurry did not want to offend her and smilingly came forward to complete the gesture.
Neeta and Rahul were college buddies, and had been going around since their second year. It had been a full 2 years since they were inseparable.
Or, may be, not exactly Inseparable, because when they were in their final year, Rahul met Aashi, a fresher in the same college, and fell for her right there and then. She had those brilliant sparkling eyes, nothing interested Rahul more. And soon, Rahul had proposed Aashi and she had agreed.
So, now that Rahul had Aashi, his interest in Neeta was dwindling, just like the kiss she demanded.

Rahul came right in, with a wide, but fake, smile on his face. He was getting late to meet Aashi. How much he had missed her while she was out of town with her family. It was times like these, when Aashi wasn't around, that Neeta came in handy for Rahul's muse. But now that Aashi was back and he was supposed to meet her, he just wanted to run away from Neeta and stop only after diving into Aashi's beautiful eyes.

Just as Rahul's lips came close to Neeta's lips and he was about to kiss her, she suddenly withdrew. He could see the sudden anger that she had in her eyes. Had she known about him and Aashi already? Is this the time for his death? He was puzzled with what just happened.
"Dude..you have got Such Bad Breath. What the hell did you have for breakfast..your old socks!" cried out Neeta loudly.

Shocked from the sudden turn of events, Rahul tried defending himself - "No baby! It must be the damn garlic breadsticks from yesterday."
"No..its much worse than that. Much Much More Worse. And its not just today. I have been tolerating this from a number of days and also trying to tell you about it. But its just getting worse each day." Neeta replied instantly and started walking away from Rahul "I'm sorry to say this Rahul, but I cannot be with you anymore. Bye"
Rahul could not believe his eyes and ears. Neeta had just broken up with him and was literally running away like she saw a ghost. But this did not make him sad. He, himself, was thinking of ways to part with Neeta so he could only be with Aashi - his dream girl. And with what just happened, he couldn't wish for more. He thanked the garlic breadsticks and dashed towards the metro station, where he was supposed to meet Aashi 10 minutes back.

"What made you so late baby? I ve been waiting here for you since so long." complained Aashi just as Rahul approached her.
"Oh nothing honey. I just stopped to buy burgers for both of us." replied Rahul, giving one to Aashi before he started unwrapping his own ice-cream.

"My tikki burger is yummilicious. How is your vegetable burger?" said Rahul teasingly.
"Why don't you check it yourself. Here.." Aashi said while bringing her burger near Rahul's mouth as he took a large bite.

"Its good, but its not half as good as mine and no where in comparison of you, my love." Rahul continued his playful mood while she was looking at where Rahul had taken a bite.
"Come, let me taste you this time. I have missed you so much all these days when you were away.." Rahul continued while coming forward to kiss Aashi. He was still mid way, lost into Aashi's beautiful blue eyes, when Aashi suddenly withdrew and went away from Rahul.
Rahul, shocked as he was, could not understand what was happening. This was the second time this had happened in the same day to him. What was the reason this time? Is this a beautiful dream that has suddenly turned to be a nightmare?
Totally puzzled, Rahul looked towards Aashi as she started speaking- "Rahul, I don't know what has gotten into you. Your mouth has been smelling really bad lately. And as if that was not enough, your gums are also bleeding now and you just left traces of your blood on my burger.
I ve been telling you to take good care of your teeth lately, but it seems you have only been ignoring what I say."
"No baby..I really don't think its anything serious. Its probably just the garlic breadsticks I had from yesterday, that's causing the smell" defended Rahul. Deep inside, he was damning the breadsticks this time.

"See, you are doing it again. You are once again ignoring it. Fine, I don't think I want to go out with you anymore. I don't want to go out with a guy who has bad breath, bleeding gums and also wont listen to me when I am concerned. Bye!" shouted Aashi, as she shot off, away from Rahul.

Rahul, shocked with the happenings of the day, just couldn't decide what to say. Words just didn't seem to come out.

One week later, Rahul visited a dentist after repeatedly being told by parents and friends.
"Rahul, increased plaque concentration has caused Gingivitis which has been causing bad breath and bleeding gums. Unfortunately, you have been late in taking note of this problem and coming to me. Two of your teeth have started decaying already. Now I would advice you to use Colgate Total so we can reverse the gum problems fast. Here, see this link on my laptop and it will tell you the benefits.." dentist told Rahul opening My Healthy Speak Blog on his laptop, as Rahul repented ignoring all the signs and advices.


The Moral of the Story is: Ignoring Signs Of Oral Problems Not Only Causes Damage To Teeth Life, But Also The Prospects With Future Wife

Nisha and her Ramp Ready Hair with TRESemme

“Your daughter is very beautiful. But we’re sorry, our son is not able to make his mind about marrying her.” – said the old man in his 50’s.

But his wife seemed to be in no mood of diplomacy. “Why are you lying and putting the blame on my dear son. Why don’t you tell them the truth. The truth is Your daughter’s hair are much more scary than she is beautiful.”

“Oh, I do understand you plea son. I don’t understand what has happened to my daughter. Why she has got these scary hair. Even I am getting petrified”

A father saying this about his daughter was simply unacceptable. It seemed everyone there hated Nisha for the way her hair looked that day. First the prospective groom’s family and now her own. But what was she to do if she was having a bad hair day. It wasn’t she had made it that way on purpose.

She felt a terrible pain..a terrible pain in her heart, not because of the boy’s parents but because of her own parents talking that way.

Oh no..wait! The pain suddenly moved from the heart to the arm. It felt as if someone was pinching her arm and pulling it hardly.

“Get up you lazy girl, its morning. I fail to understand how would you manage after your wedding if you continue to sleep so late. What would your husband’s family think about you, about us and about the culture and values we have taught you. Get up you idiot. The boy’s family comes at 2 in the afternoon. There are lots of preparations to be done.”

And there was another push, hard enough to bring Nisha to her senses.

“OMG..so this was just a dream. A Nightmare! Thank god it wasn’t really happening, or I would have really cried to death.” A sense of relief ran through her, as she sat on her bed thinking.

Soon this relief changed to a hurry. She wanted to see her hair and make sure they looked fine.

And there was soon a new feeling she had. Mouth open, she was awestruck with the horror. Her hair looked totally crazy, worse than the worst she had seen of them.

“OMG..I had a nightmare in the morning and morning dreams are bound to come true. Oh No! This shouldn’t happen, not today atleast.” Nisha continued to talk to herself in her mind.

“What would happen if my mom dad won’t take my side and criticize me for the way my hair looks today. How would I react. No, I need to fix this somehow. But what should I do. My hair just looks terrible.” Nisha was busy in her thoughts, just when her phone started to ring.

“You stupid girl! This is my third call to you since the morning. And you..the princess of the day, just won’t pick it up. Idiot! What’s happening..all set to meet the boy….”

It was Seema, Nisha’s childhood buddy who lived close by. Nisha and Seema had been best friends since when they could remember of.

Nisha was relieved to hear her voice. Though the mirror in front of her made her even more petrified each time.

In a trembling voice, Nisha told her best buddy about her dream and the way her hair looked now. Seema, who understood Nisha inside out, could totally understand the urgency of the moment.

“You get fresh and take a chill pill sweetheart. I have just the right thing for you for this moment. Will be there in 15minutes. And don’t worry, we’ll make your hair look Awesomeness!” The zeal took away some burden from Nisha, who got some confidence from her buddy’s words.

Soon, Seema was there in Nisha’s room with a paper bag.

“So you’re terrified your Bad Hair dream might come true. You’re such a baby, you dumbo. But fear not, because Seema is here for the rescue. And I have got just what you require. Now, close your eyes sweetheart and I ll take the magical potion out of the bag”

Nisha, though still scared of the future, decided to close her eyes and play on with Seema’s game. She must have something really good, if she’s so confident.

“Here my love! Now open your eyes to the glory…”

Seema had a black colored bottle standing on her palm. The bottle looked stylish, with a dispenser-like nozzle.

“What have you got here Seema? And how would this help my problem?” asked the always-inquisitive Nisha.

“Chill baby! This is the latest and most awesome shampoo in the market TRESemmé. Its used by all the high class professionals  to give their clients a gift of beautiful Ramp Ready Hair.”

“But how should I believe what you are saying?” came another query from the inquisitive Nisha.

“I knew you aren’t that easy sweetheart. Okay, let’s watch some videos. I already set my mobile phone to the TRESemmé India Youtube channel.”

After watching some videos, Nisha had that long lost smile back on her face. She started believing in her friend and TRESemmé.

“What are you waiting for now, Christmas? Go and wash your hair using TRESemmé, you idiot. I ll watch some more videos. These look really awesome.”

Ding-Dong

“Oh wow..its 2PM and they are already here. What punctuality! I already love these people!” Seema seemed to be flowing with excitement from the boy’s family coming to see her best friend Nisha for marriage.

Soon after, during the discussions, Seema went in and with her came Nisha.

“Nisha is beautiful, but more than that, her hair look just superb. Great care you take of your hair beta!”  spoke the boy’s mother.

“Indeed! She looks like a doll. And her hair..they just make up the complete look” Came the reply from the boy’s father. And Nisha was overjoyed! This was so much better than her dream.

“Nisha, are you sure you are a doctor. You look more like a Model to me with those stylish hair.” The boy..he hadn’t spoken in the dream. But what he just said was music to Nisha’s ears.

“That’s my lovely daughter – beautiful, charming and salon silky hair” And Nisha loved her dad for saying this.

“Thanks Seema and Thanks TRESemmé, for the amazing Ramp Ready Hair, anytime and everytime” Nisha thought (happily, this time)

Flying Angels at Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium

Recently went to the Flying Angels show at the Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium, Delhi.


Here's one of the most Appropriate definition of the Flying Angels show -
“An enchanting aerial show where angels take over cityscapes in a dream decor”


The Flying Angels show showcases angel-like acrobats suspended from zip-lines who take over the aerial space and play with their weightlessness while showering the audience with white feathers.
It is totally a breathtaking sight to witness those amazing people doing amazing things, under a constant shower of feathers.
This grand event marked the finale of the Bonjour India 2013 festival.

Here are some pics from the enchanting display..

RIP Nirbhaya

Sky Lanterns are considered a sign of Peace and Good Luck. 

On the new year's eve, we released a Sky Lantern adorned with messages in wake of the recent and horrenduous Delhi GangRape. Our messages were aimed towards sensitizing people to Respect Women. The sky lantern went high up in the air and we wished for the brave soul to Rest In Peace and for a better world where women would get much more respect.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ R.I.P. Nirbhaya ~ ~ ~ ~ ~