The Masquerade Invitation

She was sitting in front of the mirror, setting her hair. She was dressed and ready, Her makeup was perfect with just the right amount of lipstick, making her lips look a Rosy Pink, the eyeliner was making her eyes look mystical and dark. Her hair was set in a high bun over her head, exposing her long delicate neck and slender shoulders. The gown she was worn was black, littered with Swarovski. It shimmered as she moved, catching light. Not a single piece of jewellery was adorning her form. She dusted her collar bones with her Poison perfume. The scent was enough to drive the toughest man to go insane with just a single whiff. She picked up the Invitation card once again. It was a scroll, done in gold and purple. It oozed richness and class. She unrolled it once again to read it. It was handwritten, the slanting handwriting was a scrolled in a straight line. She could tell the man had a taste. It was written in ink pen on recycled paper, not the gel pens and hotel writing pads she used.

a09c12e78ed4262f062b31cbc9c06904.jpg“Bonjour Mademoiselle,

I am a man unknown to you but you are not new to me. I have known you from many lifetimes. I have been near you countless times, but never let you feel my presence. This deception is my armour, not my shield. I have nothing to hide from you, but not yet. You will know me, the man behind this facade. I will be at the Masquerade Ball tonight, come, join me, and see the face behind the Mask. You are a mystery to me. I wanna unravel you. I am cordially inviting you to end my subterfuge and let me step out of the darkness into the light. All you need to do is decided to favour me with your divine presence. I promise, no more games, no more tricks. this is my final act.

Looking forward to seeing you tonight. A kiss on my lady’s hand.

Venue: Ritz, Paris
Time: 19:00

Your Secret Admirer

PS: I would be delighted if the lady comes wearing black.”

She rolled back the letter and looked at herself in the mirror. She is going to meet this man, With determination in her eyes she wore the black mask and set out to Ritz.

Pretty Woman

A question I am asked ever so often is to name my favourite Hollywood Flick. I think and rethink and give myself time to be sure if my choice has changed, but, no Sir, the answers, is still “Pretty Woman”. I have innumerable favourites but Pretty Woman tops the charts unbeatably. I love Julia Roberts and Richard Gere in this movie, they seemed so made for each other. Now I am no movie critic, I am a just innocent audience who loves that old times “Feel Good Factor” movies.

PRETTY-WOMAN.jpgEach time I am surfing channels I will stop as soon as I see Pretty Woman playing. It is my most loved simply for the fact that it has a perfect fairytale happy ending. Sad ending stays with us longer, I agree, but happy endings let us leave with a satisfied smile on our lips and contentment in our hearts. Now, who can deny the “Style” quotient in the movie? It oozes style and class, yes, even when Julia plays a hooker from Hollywood Boulevard. Her clumsiness throughout the movie lets us see behind that short skirt she wears and gives a real insight into her pure and innocent heart. Call me old school but I love such double shaded characters, the one that is black or white, Grey isn’t my colour, well, not most of the time.

While he was the cut throat money-minded person, she was money minded too, but with a heart that was too eager, yet, too scared to Love. There were beautiful comic moments, thanks to Julia, and her pretty smile. I thought Vivian and Richard could be just another Cinderella and Prince Charming, a more adult version, Lol.

My favourite scene? Of course the Opera scene, she looked like a stunning red rose in that dress and that Necklace, OH BOY! Any woman will lose her heart to the necklace and any man will lose her heart to the one wearing it. Plus, Gere was so suave and polished in his ways, never laughing, always smiling earnestly. My another most loved scenes is where they haggle for money and settle on $3,000. I was taken when she says “I would have stayed for 2” and he says “I would have paid 4”. I am a die hard hopeless romantic and for me, it was a commitment made by sheer need of each other, he is ready to go that extra mile for her, while she is ready to come down for him.

73c51eb1f1db5adbbf9633dbc8b15b15.jpgBeing a woman I can’t wrap this review without mentioning the awesome shopping spree she goes on. I mean they showed every woman’s fantasy right there, her man giving her his credit card and telling her to go mad with it. Lol. And the overkill was when he tells her “Just one dress ?” It’s a woman’s dream that men would tell her, “you need to buy more, go shopping”.

It was an amusing and curious journey made by Vivian that took us all by storm. From the BellBoy to Concierge, all were smitten by the oddball couple. The cherry on the cake is the music. Especially “Oh pretty woman” and “It must have been love”, these two were absolute show stealers. Kudos to director Garry Marshall for giving us a gem of a movie.

PS: I am already looking forward to watching it one more time. 🙂

Love Potion

I know you’re Rare
I am ready to take this Dare

I want you, you’re Exquisite
But I have my own Prerequisite

We are the most Intricate Pattern
Be my Sun, My Moon, My Saturn

You decided to be Unendurable
Then just know I too ain’t Curable

Agreed that your Magnificent
But you know me, The Maleficient

Why Impossible to Untangle
Come Fight me, Wrangle

Sharp eyes, Piercing Gaze
Intense Puzzle, Harrowing Maze

Excruciating Perfection
Torturous Seduction

I will drink this Love Potion
Break and Shatter all your Notion

Let it go down my Throat, Poison my Veins
Let it Infiltrate my Blood, Loosen the Reins

No good will come from Fearing
Come, I am ready for this Searing

We will both rise again from the Ashes
From it a new Dawn, a new Sun Flashes

Are You Hanging On The FB Cross ?

Are you on FB right now? Scrolling down your news feed or updating your status? Or maybe making an intense, thought to provoke post? Are you thinking Ruining? When ? How ? Not me! I am perfectly happy with my FB. But tell me, won’t you be coming back every few minutes to check how many likes? How many comments and how many Love Spams? And then you will analyse each comment, who made it, what was said, why was it said, what was the open message and what was the hidden message in that open message?

download-3Being on FB is like bearing your own cross up the hill and then climbing on it. Now all you have to do is just wait and one by one they will drive those nails into you, making you stay up there and watch you bleed. And they will cheer you, they will applaud you making you the martyr. Those Unseen thorny wires chafing you and making you wince even as you sit in your plush chair and sip that yummy coffee while looking at your screen which has your FB feed displayed in front of you.

Social Media is amazing. Trust me when I say that I, to a great extent is equally addicted and had my share of Love and Wow Spams. And somewhere in between them and comments, I too succumbed to the FB mania. I wanna share with you the things that I discovered about FB. Think of them as the nails that are being hammered into you.

  1. When on FB, nothing remains private. Period. You might change your security settings to bare minimum, but, sooner or later, your information, location, friendships, relationships, work history or pictures will be seen by someone you don’t intend to know. When on social media know that: Nothing stays private when online.
  2. Everyone is a Political Pundit. Nothing on FB is more inflammable than politically fueled ranting on walls and status updates. Then begins the comment war. And yea, how can we forget the memes, the stickers, the gifs….Freedom of speech is for all, but when on your newsfeed, it turns into a voice booming in your ear, provoking you to speak, voice your opinion and keeping quiet seems more like an insult to boot. The best way to avoid them is to silence them by using the hide button on your feed so that you won’t be drawn back to see what Tom, Dick and Harry said, and yes, more so if Harry is your friend and Tom your arch enemy. You know what I mean, how we are bound to stand up to our enemies and by our friends.
  3. I love babies, I love cats, and I have to make a post which won’t happen cause I am busy liking their pics on FB. Yes, I find them ridiculously cute, but just how many bunnies and unicorns I can like before I decide I am done and must get back to making my post. I mean my mum needs me to go shopping, my aunt wants me to help her with some bills, my domestic help wants me to teach him some English, so it’s time to decide that those few cute puppies won’t drop dead without my like spam. They will still be there when you get back. I promise.
  4. You literally know everything and anything about your friends. Besties share everything, right? But do you need to know it all about the 350 friends on FB? Cause you know they will post just about anything that comes to their mind from the kinda coffee they had to what was their doc’s diagnosis. Am I the only one feeling that my friends are posting just about more than enough? Must we share event waking moment on FB?
  5. My wall is not your Dumpster! We have all had that. That one friend who will post most embarrassing pics and videos on your wall and when you log in you’re like NO…. Then you start the cleaning up, untagging, deleting and finally end up changing your setting to no one can post on my wall. But of course, by that time the damage is done and the image you are so conscious about is damaged already.
  6. Then comes the English Massacre. Lol, I no, r8? B4 u tink tat, lemme tell u, we are living in Gen Next, and our texting, commenting, writing more in less time theory has poisoned our grammar, punctuation and spellings. This shorthand gets so annoying sometimes that it becomes incorrigible to understand what has been written. One day I had to write a formal letter and found myself using “U” for ‘You” and had to edit the whole letter. I know software like Grammarly have helped us a great deal, but, when in flow, we tend to avoid and just wanna voice our opinion ASAP.
  7. Characters from movies. Each and every movie character can be found on FB. The Mean girls, Pretty Woman, Man in the Iron Mask, V for Vendetta, name it and you have it. It all comes down to us deciding how we chose to portray ourselves on social media. Even if you chose no one, you will witness them. It’s like a sitcom, the lovers, the evil witch, the lone lover, the mum, the step mum, the sister, the agony aunt, they are all there, contributing to the drama. If you keep a close eye, it gets quite interesting sometimes, better than daily soap opera. If you don’t like soap operas, re-evaluate your friend’s list and edit it.
  8. That Phantom friend. Yes, I too have that phantom friend, who would like all my posts, comment every now and then but never IB me. I wonder is he/she a bot? I am thinking like why they just want people to know that I am friends with them when they never bother to connect really. Is it all about being more socially active? It’s all good till it stays there but then comes a day when they make a scandalous post and tag you in it. And you are like what? why me? I wonder if I have any friends who would just IB and never let people know of our bonding.
  9. The Scary Friend Request. Just yesterday I got a friend request from someone who has no mutual friends with me. I was like who is he? How he knows me? I racked my brains if I know him and sent him a message asking if he knows me? The reply was NO but just liked my profile. DUH, I can’t accept his request as I have a fear of the complete stranger, and I have been warned about the crimes of social media, so I denied that humble gentleman.
  10. It brings out the worst in us. Have you ever realised that social media, especially FB, brings out the worst in people? We end up scavenging through the pics our exes posted, wanting to take a sneak peek into their current lives. We stalk people we don’t like too, just to find their weakness and shortcomings, if they have more enemies that are our friends. Not just that, but FB, makes it way too easier to criticise, condemn, and humiliate just because we are hiding behind our screens and not looking into the eyes of the other person.We can’t see the pain in them or the tears in them. I don’t understand the need to scrutinise and spy only to judge and then embarks them.
  11. Religious and Nationalism Posts. The ones where you are tagged in the post made by an Indian for a Pakistani or an update made by a Sikh for an Islamic. They are the ones that make it look like you are part of a WW III. Anyone and everyone will comment, even the ones who weren’t tagged, even the ones you never know. All are touchy when it comes to Religion and Country, it’s a personal hit and abstaining from participating is cowardice. And let’s admit there are some cruel individuals on social media, who can take it upon themselves to express their criticism even when it is not necessary. That is the main reason why social media is not a safe place for children and young adults. Overwhelming amount of negative comments can really push people off the edge. Facebook is just a perfect tool for cyber bullies to target their victims.
  12. Ruins Progress. Let’s just look at a hypothetical situation, here you are finally deciding to drown yourself with the information for your next history test when you hear a ding. And would you look at that, it’s a notification from facebook! Because facebook so easily disrupts your concentration, it weakens your comprehension, accordingly ruining your long term memory. As a result, your intellectual development is halted and you thinking is inhibited. You can only imagine how constant disruption can damage you on a mental level. I am getting so many notifs right now that I have chosen a new window and won’t open it till I am done with this article.
  13. It makes impossible to have real life conversations. Social Media means the death of one on one talk. Yes, it allows me to connect with a friend across half the world or talk to my cousin in a different time zone, but won’t allows talking to your own mother and brother.My mum is constantly asking for my time, and after doing all my work and stuff the time I have goes in looking at my screen. Recently she got unwell, and I realised that all my friends online, put together can’t make up for her. I have altered my ways now, and like to talk to people looking at their face, in their eyes and I know it, sometimes when they say “I am ohk”, their eyes are telling a whole different story, whereas the talk online leaves a lot of room for misunderstands.

images (87).jpgSo, if all these nails have been driven into you, then you have become a martyr and you are hanging on the FB cross just like me. I know how you bleed, I know how it hurts and pains, I know that you will die(deactivation) and then be resurrected(reactivation). And yes, just like any martyr, you will have followers and disciples, who will be hanged with you for the mere crime of supporting you(reported). But you can always choose not to wear that thorny crown and step down from this cross. Just maintain a balance in real and FB.

Marco Melgrati Images

Marco Melgrati is a freelance illustrator based in Mexico City. He specialises in creating small illustrations that show the sad truth of modern life and how blind we are to the realities. People will have different opinions on the topics that Marco covers in his work, and that’s fair enough. But we can all agree that he’s got a talent for reading between the lines and expressing himself in his work, props to him.

1. Love your enemies

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2. Self Made

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3. Solving problems: logic or instinct?

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4. Social Media Narcissism

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5. Modern love

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6. Be whoever you want to be

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7. No more privacy

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8. Becoming trapped in work

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9. Karma

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10. Learn to use it better

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11. Power and politics

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12. Learn to forget, you are Capable

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13. What happens to America?

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14. Should be love.

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15. Everybody needs somebody.

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16. Pay attention!

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17. Influencers and followers

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18. The human cost of deforestation

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19. War in the name of God

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20. The language of the new media

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21. War is closer than you think

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22. Vanity

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23. From Consumerism to capitalism

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24. The hazards of optimism

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25. Smartphone addiction

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26. The Pinnochio of Politics

 

27. Social Media Confessions

28. When we say we are Bookworms

29. Think before you mess with it.

30. The Fearless Opportunist

31. You don’t need a miracle to change your job.

32. The Hard Way Out of Afghanistan

33. Always Be Ready When Inspiration Strike

34. European Central Bank Steps Up Financial Pressure On Greece

35. Relationship Status: Complicated

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36. Financial Advisors Banned for Tax Fraud

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37. Drugged Happiness

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38. Syria Civil War

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39. Global Warming

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40. Future of Europen Union

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Blogger Recognition Award

 

So, here I stand. I am joyous and I am touched. I have been honoured by the Blogger Recognition Award in the night, and it’s my very first award, and real lucky for me as within an hour I got another award from another fellow blogger. I am thankful to Shalini Mittal blog for this beautiful award. It is a very nice way to thump the back and lay a hand of encouragement. This is one thing about blogging community I love, that each one is helping the other, giving a leg up, promoting, encouraging. I will always remember this gesture as all Firsts are real special. 🙂

Hey ! One more good news, just saw that this same award has been given to me by another humble blogger. I would like to thank my blogger friend dilkiaawazsunoblog who has deemed me worthy of this honour. WOW ! Three awards in one day, and yes, I found this award notification lying in my spam, so make sure to check your spam comments always. I am ecstatic and over the moon. Someday became Today.

RULES

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  • Write a post to show your award.
  • Give a brief story of how your blog started.
  • Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
  • Select 15 other bloggers you want to give this award to.
  • Comment on each blog and let them know you have nominated them & provide the link to the post you created.

I started this blog more as a dare to myself and a friend. Like can I do this, cause I was told I write good enough to influence and must use it to impact and let myself be heard by a wider circle of people? I am not able to believe that some 3 months later, I have it running up and about, and have published almost daily. I have done many experiments to give my reader what they love to read, and I will continue to do so. I have changed several titles and themes before settling for the one that seems perfect and is a reflection of my personality.

Now, coming to advice, I have some things to say, we all do, but I don’t promise you that it’s the best you have heard, but it’s the best I can give.

If you are new to blogging like me, then keep experimenting, don’t hesitate to try something new, you never know what might click with your readers and you might find your strength. If you are a seasoned blogger than keep doing the good work but every once in a while offer a helping hand to the new babies in blogging industry. If you are a reader who plans to open a blog, go for it, find your mojo, give it your best shot and just be true to your reader.

Now for my 15 nominees I would choose some from my own followers:

  1. flashlight batteries
  2. Stockdale Wolfe
  3. bad Lindsey
  4. verbal seduction Ananya
  5. focusandrefocus2016
  6. frank hub NY
  7. mythsofthemirror
  8. wordpress67675
  9. daughters hero
  10. myldrwithafrenchman
  11. Amor Alegria
  12. seen photography
  13. Kimberly Townsend palmer
  14. poetry by heart
  15. Hester ley Nel

Thank You so much

Warm Regards

Sakhi:-)

Real Neat Blogger Award

I would firstly like to thank Dear Kitty, who has presented me with this honour, this is my second award, though I can’t call it second technically as I got two awards in the same night, this one just came an hour later. I have recently changed my blog’s theme and it made my blog look real neat, so it was really thrilling to receive such recognition. I am thankful to dearkitty1 for deeming me worthy of nominations. Someday became Today.

Here are the 7 Questions by me:

  1. Where do most visits to your blog come from?

Most of my visitors find me from the WordPress readers feed.

  1. What is your favourite sport?

My favourite one would be Cricket when it comes to outdoors games.

  1. What has been a special moment for you so far in 2016?

It will be somewhere in March when I felt myself moving out of a mental prison I built around me.

  1. What is your favourite quote?

All Rumi Quotes are my fav but one among them I love is “What you seek is seeking you “You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.”

  1. What was your favourite class when still at school?

It will be 10th, cause of one real special teacher I met that year, she was a true teacher, she taught me what power a teacher holds and how she can impact a student’s life if she really cares for her/him. That teaching does not end when school hours are over, and sometimes small guidance matters the most.

  1. Anything you had wished to have learned earlier?

Yes, self-defense and French

  1. What musical instrument have you tried to play?

Haha, I tried my luck on the Piano, tried and learned some, but musical instruments aren’t my thing I realised, Drama was, singing was.

My nominees are:

  1. 10000posts
  2. purpldragon
  3. quintessentialhabits

The ‘rules’ of the Real Neat Blog Award are: (feel free not to act upon them if you don’t have time; or don’t accept awards; etc.):

  1. Put the award logo on your blog.

  2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.

  3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.

  4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.

  5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

My seven questions are:

  1. What was the last picture you took from your phone?
  2. Have you even been pulled over by a cop?
  3. What have you always wanted? Did you ever get it?
  4. What was the last lie you told?
  5. Have you ever danced in the rain?
  6. What is your favourite morning activity?
  7. What is your perfect Pizza?

Thank You,

Warm Regards

Sakhi 🙂

Hey You…

Like a Snake on Sandalwood, to you, I Cling
Why is this Madness, what is this Thing
Is it turning to Love? I wanted just Fling
But now I am Happy, I Dance and Sing

You’re my cake and my Cherry, My Icing
If I am a Phoenix, then you’re my Wing
You’re what I Need, you add that Zing
Of Rose and Of Guns, The Love Bite Sting

Message me na baby, gimme a Ping
Just asking for a Call, not a Diamond Ring
You’re different every Moment, Some Mood Swing
Baby, I am your Queen, You’re my King

Them…

She was holding onto him tightly, just like a Snake on a Sandalwood Tree, It Clings. She was breathing hard, hyperventilating, peeping out of his coat. The sliver of light falling on them through the slightly ajar door. He was silent, silent like the dead of the night. They both sat there for an eternity, no one dared to move or close the door shut and lock it up. Outside that door was a jungle, blood and fire rained down from the sky. He slowly freed himself from her arms and crawled like a feline cat to the door and places his eye on the gap in the door. He saw the street outside was deserted, he heaved a sigh and with a banged the door closed and bolted it from inside, turning around and sitting with his back to the door. They were both on the opposite walls of the small room, looking at each other’s blood and soot-stained faces. She ran a hand on the small cuts and scratched on her arms and legs, wincing and sobbing softly. Everything was fine an hour ago, she was on her way home from her coaching class, riding her bicycle happily, her earplugs stuffed in her ears, her iPod hanging around her neck. But, that seemed like ages ago, everything took a worst turn and now here she was, with this stranger, would have died if not for him. Thirst was making her swallow hard but her mouth was so dry that it ached to swallow. The only light in the room came from a high window above the door, a faint white moonlight, but it was soothing, just what they both needed. He wrapped her arms around her knees and lied down on the hard, cold cement floor, getting in a fetal position and closing her eyes. She saw blood stains on the door, the floor was covered in blood. Her eyes went wide as she scooted to him and saw the gash on his back. She shook him hard, she didn’t even know his name, by what name shall she call him. Anyways he was non-responsive, He has fainted.

After I Killed Me.

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What happened after I killed myself.
I woke up in the morning after the day I killed myself

It was the month of December, I had my breakfast in the bed itself. While I was reluctant to get out of bed, someone had made it for me far earlier than I woke up. I could tell by the aroma itself that breakfast was quite delicious. Even water was kept there to drink after finishing breakfast. I didn’t bother to put the plate in the sink forget about washing. Then I walked outside of my house.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the girl next door or the cutie whom I admired in my class and was caught a thousand times looking at her. Not with the girl whom I saw every day passing through my streets, leaving her brothers to school.Not with the girl…

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