What goes around #FridayFotoFiction


Utensils clanked on the floor, clothes flew astray and her piercing screams filled up the room as she ran helter-skelter in a vain attempt to shield herself from his painful blows. It was her son’s birthday and he deserved to eat a full meal. Her husband’s alcohol could wait.

Standing in a corner, the boy looked in horror as the furious beast, his father, pinned his mother down and tried to wring her neck. Suddenly, as if taken over by some unknown power, the boy picked up a chisel and stabbed him fatally in the back.

After spending many years in a remand home, he had finally landed a job in security. As he stood at the gate of the lounge bar he worked in, the heels of the drunken girl reminded him of another point in time that also involved money, alcohol and a pointed object.

Linking this with Mayuri and Tina for #FridayFotoFiction


Colours for your festive wardrobe this season!

Best Festive Colours To Add To In Your Wardrobe Now
Indian fashion is well known for its colors and we defiantly would love to add them all in our little closet space. But, festive season is surely the best time to adore vibrant colors and leave all neutrals behind. Indian festivals have already approached and is being celebrated with contagious spirit. Thus we suggest you to add some colour punch to your fashionable ethnic closet.
Scroll down to check some Best Festive Colours to add to in Your Wardrobe Now

Magenta & Red
Magenta & Red ethnic wear combination is surely gonna be a killer style. Red is always a safe colour for any festive ethnic clothes. And when there’s bit pop of magenta with red, it creates trendy statement look. Adore this colour combination to cheer your festival celebrations and try the colours that’s trending at the moment.


Indigo Designer Sarees
Indigo is defiantly the king of colours that is still in vogue. The flattering inky hue looks great on all Indian skin tones. Buy Indigo Designer Sarees in luxe cotton material for the royal look. Pair this with the elegant Embellished flats, chandelier earrings and Smokey eyes for the dramatic effect.


Shades of Pink
Have your tried wearing flamingo pink for Indian festive season? Well, if not you gotta try this simple shade of pink. Designer lehenga in flamingo pink having minimal embellishments gives you enough chance to experiment with the accessories. Also, this hue of pink is sure to get a smile on your face.


Turquoise Anarkali Suits
Turquoise is a very preferred timeless colour since Maharani Era. This is a must have and best festive colours to add to in your wardrobe now. Choose your Turquoise Anarkali Suits in uneven hemline having muted gold tone to elevate the look and add sophistication.


Tangy Orange
Orange is considered a very auspicious colour in India. This colour has punch packed and looks universally appealing on all Indian skin tone. Choose a saree, kurta, salwar suits or Lehenga in orange colour with delicate golden motifs to add elegance. Don’t forget to perfect your look with Pair of golden wedges and minimum accessories.


About The Author:
Jayshree Bhagat is a Beauty-Fashion-Lifestyle Blogger & a Freelance Writer. Follow her on Makeup Review & Beauty Blog for more updates.

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Also read my post: The Perfect Festive Look with Shoppers Stop

Should our kids know the truth? #Parenting

Making simple decisions like what to wear to work, what to prepare for dinner or which movie to relax with over the weekend, repeatedly, can be exhausting and dizzying, can’t it? Wouldn’t life be much easier if all this was done magically and everyone was happy in the end?

Sigh! Life is a little more complicated than this. More so, if you are the mother of a curious 9 year old who is receptive, observant, hungry for knowledge and most of all, wants to be treated like a ‘big boy’ and be told the truth. Personally, this has been one of the harder parenting challenges I have come across.

While our children’s history books are all set to dilute the Mughal influence in the politics of our country and our lives in general, I cannot help reflecting on the time when save a couple of chapters where our entire civilization history was covered, our history books spoke extensively only about our freedom struggle.

Being a citizen of a free and democratic country is indeed a privilege handed out to me on a platter but what I wonder is whether controlling the historical content that our kids are exposed to everyday and considering the limited reading on a vast range of important topics amongst kids nowadays, sets us apart from the damaging stuff we know our neighbouring country feeds to their youngsters with a misleading intent?

The influence of dynasty politics in our country might be fading out in recent times but the colourful and checkered past of the one entitled political family is hardly a matter of surprise. Many skeletons have been out of their closet, while many possibly still remain. There is tons of literature available, yet how many of us take the time out to go through it?

Thank you for bearing with me with this long and deliberate digression as it was important to put forth the point I was trying to make. Recently, when the movie Indu Sarkar got embroiled in a controversy for trying to portray the facts about The Emergency, A and I had many discussions about the atrocities committed during that time and how we never learnt about it from anywhere as kids.

A Jr’s books sing accolades about how great our leaders were, while we know all too well how tainted the personalities of many of them were in reality. He is quite excited about an essay writing competition for Independence Day in his school today and in his practice essay is parroting the same thing his books taught him, that our freedom struggle was spearheaded by a precious few. I might just suggest a few changes there.

It is crucial to not bombard him with information his young mind isn’t prepared to process right now and that makes me keep a guarded silence. Sometimes I get angry and sometimes feel helpless though to see him struggling to make sense between what he reads in his books and the newspapers. I choose to answer his questions honestly and let him decide on his own. This is a part of personality development, yes?

I have tried to get through the basics of politics with him using examples like the feuding brothers in Bahubali, the vicious son in Gladiator and chosen excerpts from our very own Mahabharata. What troubles me is that will the shift from fiction to non-fiction be palatable for him? Doesn’t gore get gorier when it happens for real?

Realising dreams


“We are ready any time you are, Ma’m.” the photographer said.

This was it. Her moment had arrived. Many hours had been spent on dress fittings, her make-up and hair so she could get the perfect look today. She looked and felt like a princess, no less. Is this how being special felt?

As she looked down the window at the beautiful wedding setting one last time, her heart was filled with a pang of jealousy. Who was she fooling? This wasn’t real.

Her handsome groom was just another model, like her. This was simply an assignment and soon enough glossy magazine pages would adorn this ‘wedding’ for selling bridal wear.

She returned to the antique mirror as directed and smiled radiantly into it, gorgeous and hopeful. Sure the wedding was fake, but her dreams weren’t.

Linking to Mayuri and Tina for Friday Foto Fiction

This #JaggaJasoos solves mysteries

Hindi movies have a concise differentiation; those that are conceived as intellectual but boring and heavy, and those which are loud, zilch in logic but which nevertheless cater to a large part of the audience.


Jagga Jasoos lies exactly in between. The story is about Jagga, a stammering child who rescues and finds companionship with a person who calls himself Tutti Futti. Tutti Futti, clandestinely involved with something unlawful and dangerous, is his guiding light and teaches him little things through a series of videotapes while he is away. One day he suddenly vanishes and Jagga is informed of his demise.

A keen observer and a passionate truth-seeker, Jagga refuses to buy the death theory and decides to find him with the help of an accident-prone journalist, Shruti (Katrina Kaif). Together, they embark upon a journey which takes them to different cities and scenic locations and makes them run into international arms dealers, tribal people, police, circus people and what not!

Songs have been used as an integral part of the narration and not as forced item numbers, much like The Jungle Book or any such Disney movie. Stammering, which is mostly used to garner guffaws, has been used and handled as a ‘cute’ disability which the character gets over by singing his lines instead of talking (I have a college friend who stammered a lot but was a flawless singer!).

There are many sub-plots in the movie which can be tad distracting but one mustn’t forget that this movie is supposed to be a fun adventure that is a less-explored genre in Hindi movies. The attempt itself deserves credit. Both my kids had a blast watching it and were dancing, especially on ‘Galti se mistake’.

After movies like Barfi, Rockstar, ADHM and again this one, RK has proved his mettle as a talented actor by selecting unconventional roles and topics and owning them. Katrina Kaif isn’t my favourite but I liked her in the movie. If both of them had any personal issues during the making of the movie, they have very commendably not let it show on screen.

I had heard and read extreme reviews about the movie, yet was inclined to spend my time on it mostly out of curiosity (and partially because I love Ranbir Kapoor). I don’t care about the numbers a movie generates. Some so-called successful movies are absolute trash.

Hard-hitting topics like the Purulia arm-drop have been used in the story in a non-preachy way and handled quite sensibly. We complain that Hindi movies work on a ‘formula’ and we hardly break out of it. So when someone does show the courage to swim against the tide and ventures into something daringly new, we can at least give it a watch, right?

War and Pieces #Barathon Day 4

I’m using this picture and creating a Toy Story kind of poem for the prompt:

My beauty cast a spell on him

He brought me home for her

She smiled at me and hugged me tight

A love, I knew like no other

The sun takes time to call it a day

But I hadn’t the luxury of an hour

Soon enough I was forgotten, thrown, mishandled

Any wonder all over I feel scarred?

She dressed me up and dressed me down

Just when and where she pleased

The queen looked on in great despair

As she tortured me and teased

Today, I knew it was the end of me

Between the prince and princess

They showed no mercy and tore me apart

Their war had led me to pieces. 

This post has been written as a part of #Barathon on Blog-A-Rhythm

Today’s prompt: War and Pieces


Of Ice and Men #Barathon Day 3

Mita’s workplace ensured that there wasn’t a dull moment around her. True, the occasional dry lulls made her cringe, retrospect at her career choice and wonder whether enraging her entire household to do what she felt was a perfectly normal thing for her, was really worth it. Today wasn’t one of those days.

Much to the dismay of her parents, as a child Mita was curiously drawn to the neon lights of a bar close to their house. It hadn’t downed its shutters even after continued efforts of the residents of the area. While Mita’s father reprimanded her if she even walked past it, on one occasion when the front door was left open she had observed in amazement a bartender performing some incredible fire tricks.

She had her heart set on it then and there. She wanted to do it too. Taking her parents’ threats and warnings of disowning her and not funding her education on her chin she went ahead and got certified. Mita was now a pretty girl who could rock even her drab bartender attire.

Standing against the backdrop of an assorted collection of shiny international labels and beautifully arranged colourful bottles, in stark contrast the bar counter she was currently working at looked overused and unkempt. She looked harried and slightly overwhelmed herself. Some India vs Pakistan cricket match was playing on the huge LCD screen inside and people had gathered there is hordes to watch it.

“Can I get a Vodka Martini please?” a female voice asked Mita as she took a moment off to press her fingertips against her temples which were throbbing with all the commotion. Immediately, she turned back. The lady was polite and a regular fixture at their lounge bar but hardly ever spoke more than a few words. Mita was surprised with her choice of drink today. Didn’t she always order a diet coke?

As she handed her the drink, Mita noticed that the lady wasn’t escorted today like always and had a deep cut on her lip. As if aware of it the lady blurted out, “I wonder how you survive in this man’s world. You’re so pretty. Don’t people come on to you, especially in a place like this? I bet they feel entitled. Ask me!” Absent-mindedly she brought the ice-cold glass near her lip and touched it there momentarily.

Mita half-smiled and said, “Ma’am, I’ve been doing this for almost a year now. I hear stories about lost love and broken hearts every day, every hour. I’m not sure if I can handle it. Of ice and men which one is colder, I have yet to figure out. Until I do, I have my uninhibited candour, karate and pepper spray to take care of myself. You must try it too. It’s awesome!”

This post has been written as a part of #Barathon on Blog-A-Rhythm

Today’s prompt: Of Ice and Men


Life of Pie #Barathon Day 2

She hated herself. She hated her parents. She hated everyone! What had she done to deserve this? Why did she have to pay the price for someone else’s doing? If not then, they sure could’ve consulted her on this later on?

Her name, and also her nick name, was Pie. It so happened that her mother was baking a Pumpkin pie when she went into labour. In addition to that, at twelve pounds Pie was a beautiful and round-like-a-pie baby. Both her parents had a sweet tooth and having heard the story behind naming of Apple Computers they felt it would be kind of quirky and innovative to name her after their favourite dessert. Sigh! 

Pie spent her entire childhood being picked upon by her friends for her different name. She disliked it so much that for the longest time she refused to have pie! Her mother tried to cajole her that it signified that she was sweet and desirable but she would have none of it. As she grew up she considered getting her name changed officially but the love and happiness of her parents stopped her in the tracks. 😦

It was all in the past now though. After assisting her ailing mother with her still pouring-in baking orders, over time Pie developed a deep liking for baking. Her daringly inventive methods of subtly mixing flavours and creating designs while maintaining the traditional festive charm soon made her a famous name. Pie, the food as well as her name, didn’t seem so bad anymore.

She had maintained a food blog for four years and finally decided to graduate to her own domain. Sitting in front of her computer, Pie was now looking at the design of her swanky new website. Christmas, Easter, birthdays or anniversaries, she had something to offer for every occasion. It was an extension of her, her dream, and it was only fitting to call it lifeofpie.com. 🙂

This post has been written as a part of #Barathon on Blog-A-Rhythm

Today’s prompt: Life of Pie


The Fault in our Stares #Barathon Day 1

They sometimes talk too much

And sometimes, tad too little

They are comforting on occasion

And on other times, commit treason

The look in a hungry child’s eyes

At the sight of a morsel of food

Or the naughty way to suggest

That tonight, I’m in the mood

Stealing deliberate glances at someone

Who currently rules over our heart

Or putting an argument to rest

With a look to tear the other one apart

It can be used to discipline anyone

Without raising a finger or word

It is a compliment if you make it one

Or makes one’s thoughts a sort of discord

We may as well call it ‘the fault in our stares’

For a person judges us by mere look

The world isn’t made of black or white

So think once, the person needn’t be a crook.

This post has been written as a part of #Barathon on Blog-A-Rhythm

Today’s prompt: The Fault in our Stares