Agnee-Aankhein Teri Ho Ya Meri Ho - The MTV Splitsvilla 5 Theme

Mala Jau De Song Making | Ferrari ki Sawaari | Vidya Balan

Agnee (feat. Raghu) - Manmaani (Roadies 9 Theme Song)

The Most Amazing MAA..

Little about media communication

In our daily routine communication became most important part of our life. Not only communication but effective and informative communication became important. Media plays vary effective and important role in this. Media like books, comics , radio, theater, television or films.

According to me, television became more popular among these. This media became popular in all age groups. Telemedia covers all types of communicative information like news, music, daily shows, sports, entertainment etc. Whereas films are collective communicating product.

Films can be based on any genre and today it became one of the largest communicating way whether it is from Hollywood to Bollywood or any other, there are many genre like for children, adult or both of them combined.

The third most effective way to communicate is comics. Comics has its own history, attracts children as well as adults. This can be most funny way to give information through images.

But in all the three ways there are some disadvantages also like television shows covers violent based daily shows, that can affect children. And the television shows are mainly based on popularity, TRP. On the other hand films are a bit expensive to watch, only one time. It should be projected in a right way, otherwise it affects adversely audience. Compared television and films, comics are not that famous, may be because they are mute. Very few percent of people do follow comics and comics can be good way to communicating but in today world this communication has not been developed properly.

So at the end of the day it is unto you which way to choose to communicate. Media is open to communication but importance should be given to all the forms.  

My Video Diaries...

To my dear Diary,
Your my best friend I can share all my little-big things with you. But someday if u started talking those things of mine, then what?? Ill b exposed. It could be nightmare for me, Am I ready for this??
    
There is a unique concept called video diaries, just like your personal diaries but in a video mode. So you cant keep ur secrets as a secret.. hmm big thing to do. But on other side I think this is the best way to portrait yourself as a person or be open about yourself.

This is the kind of program-
http://www.armozaformats.com/connected_C21hot_mar.html
 
Today's television became more social like new show "Satyamev Jayate" well the reason of telling all these things to you is, I am invited to a show called 'CONNECTED' which is a reality based show and I will portrait my life and different types of aspect of life. How I feel about millions of things, How I fight, cry, laugh. I am tense, happy, excited, there are butterfly in my stomach.
      Hope ill perform well :)  

ROADIES SPOOF.... "ROWDIES"

O Ri Chiraiya..

O Ri Chiraiya, Nanhi si chidiya
Angana mein phir aaja re

O Ri Chiraiya, Nanhi si chidiya
Angana mein phir aaja re

Andhiyara.. hai ghana
Aur lahu se sana

Kirno ke tinke, ambar se chunn ke
Angana mein phir aaja re

Humne tujhpe hazaaro sitham hai kiye
Humne tujhpe jahaa bhar ke zulm kiye
Humne socha nahi, Tu jo udh jaayegi
Ye zameen tere bin sooni reh jaayegi
Kiske dum pe sajega mera angana

O Ri Chiraiya, Meri chiraiya
Angana mein phir aaja re

Tere pankho mein saare sitare jadhu
Teri chunar thanak setha satrangi bhunu
Tere kaajal mein main, kaali raina bharu
Teri mehandi mein main, kachi dhoopa malu
Tere naino sajaa doon naya sapna

O Ri Chiraiya, Meri Chiraiya
Angana mein phir aaja re

O Ri Chiraiya
Nanhi si chidiya
Angana mein phir aaja re
O Ri Chiraiya

Little brat

Indian wedding

This is something every girl dreams about this. South Asian weddings are very bright events, filled with ritual and celebration, that continue for several days. They are generally not small affairs, with anywhere between 100 to 10,000 people attending. Often, it is possible that many of the attendees are unknown to the bride and groom themselves. Though most Indian marriages are arranged, some couples in urban areas have what are known as "love marriages", in which the partners decide to marry each other without family involvement or assistance. The traditional Indian wedding is about two families being brought together socially, with as much emphasis placed on the families concerned coming closer as the individuals involved.

Many of the wedding customs are common among Hindus, Jains, Sikhs, and even Muslims. They are a combination of local, religious, and family traditions. The period of Hindu marriage ceremonies dates from the presenting tilak, and is called lagan/shaadi.

South Asian weddings are a mainstay in the social calendar of the whole community. Many wedding traditions which have originated in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh have carried over to second and third generation immigrant populations in western countries such as the UK and United States. Increasingly, younger Asian couples are starting to incorporate Western features into their weddings, such as speeches, the first dance, as well as the traditional wedding cake.

Traditions
Wedding traditions vary across religion, caste, ethnicity, language, region, etc. Traditional Indian weddings are generally structured into pre-wedding ceremonies, wedding day ceremonies (consisting of the Baraat, the Varmala and the Satphere), and the Vidaai. When the marriage has been agreed upon, the father of the bridegroom visits the father of the bride. The day before the expected arrival of the marriage procession, lavish preparations are done by the family to receive the groom (shaadi ki tayaari) in beautiful and decorated venues, typically farmhouses or hotel halls, where a sacrificial fireplace called marhwa is built. Brides decorate themselves by wearing gold and diamond jewellery, apply [mehndi] to colour hands and feet, and undergo various bridal makeups, including wearing bridal lehenga or saree. Bridegrooms typically wear a [sherwani] dress or a designer suit. To complete the marriage, the bride and groom move in circles around the sacrificial fire, called phera.

Vidaai is when the bride is formally sent to the groom’s household. It can get quite emotional even for the most stonehearted.

According to Hindu religious texts, Brahma created man from the right shoulder and woman from his left shoulder. A woman is referred to as Vamangi or one who is on the left side. Throughout the marriage ceremony the bride sits on the right side of the groom. That is the place for strangers and acquaintances. Only after the Saptpadi, when the bride and groom have exchanged marital vows, is the wife seated on the left side of the man.

The bride and groom are told about their duties and responsibilities in married life by priest. These vows direct the couple to a positive path of action. They help in promoting marital happiness for a lifetime.

Vows by the Husband

    I will consider my wife to be The better half. I will look after her just as I look after myself.

    Accepting her as in-charge of my home, I shall plan things in consultation with her.

    I will never express dissatisfaction about any shortcomings in my wife. If there are any, I will explain them to her lovingly. I will support her in overcoming them.

    I will always have faith in my wife. I will never look at another woman with wrong intent, nor have an illicit relationship.

    I will be affectionate and treat my wife like a friend.

    I will bring home all my income to my wife. The household expenses will be incurred with her consent. I will always make an effort to ensure her comfort and happiness.

    I will not find fault or criticize my wife before others. We will sort out our differences and mistakes in privacy by ourselves.

    I will have a courteous and tolerant attitude towards my wife. I will always follow a compromising policy.

    If my wife is unwell, or is unable to fulfill some of the responsibilities or through some misunderstanding behaves wrongly, I will not withdraw support or refuse to fulfill my responsibilities towards her.

Kanyadaan

During kanyadaan, the bride’s parents give their daughter away in marriage. The groom makes three promises – to be just (dharma), earn sufficiently to support his family, (artha) and love his wife (kama). He repeats these vows thrice in the presence of Agni (the sacred fire) and all who are gathered there.[4]

Bariksha

Bariksha
Bariksha is when the bride's parents have informally shown intentions that they want a particular groom, and the groom and his family have agreed. Retracting at the end of this stage is frowned upon but is acceptable. Once the wedding has been decided on by both sides, the bride's family goes and does Badcheka/ Bariksha of the groom. This is when the bride's father and brothers go to the groom's side with sweets (including a coconut) and some pooja items like rice and turmeric. This ceremony is a token gesture to confirm the alliance and signifies that the groom is now "taken" and can no longer look for other prospective brides.

Lord Ganesha on an Indian wedding invitation card. Lord Ganesha is believed to bring prosperity and happiness to the marrying couple and their family.

Tilak

Tilak involves the bride's parents traveling to the groom's family home to formalise the relationship. A large feast is organised by the groom's family to celebrate this occasion. Only a nominal number of members of the bride's family are present (usually only very close relatives, often in tens of numbers). Typically, the female marriage proposal is very rare.

Byaha Haath

This ceremony signifies the purifying of the mind, body and soul of bride and groom. This daytime ceremony prepares both of them for the nuptials. 'Uptan' is a mixed paste of sandalwood, turmeric and rose water which is applied by seven unmarried female members of the families to the faces, hands and feet of the bride and groom. After this ceremony the bride and the groom are not allowed to step outside the house before the actual wedding.

For woman it is very difficult to understand her partner or his parents. Also it is difficult to adopt some others house and their traditions, lot of women go through with this mix feelings .
But for every traditional Indian woman feels joy to get marry and live her full life with loved ones.

My one of the favorite Director Mira Nair made a excellent movie on Indian Traditional wedding called “Monsoon wedding”

My Friend Pinto

"Zindagi khwab hai khwab mein sach hai kya aur bhala jhooth hai kya?" Remember Motilal's staggering existentialism in 1956's Jagte Raho? Some such philosophy underlines the key goings-on in My Friend Pinto--a wispy, nostalgic comedy about a Goan simpleton's one night of zany adventures in the mad mad bustle of Mumbai during New Year's eve.

This isn't the first film that explores Mumbai by night. From Khwaja Ahmed Abbas's Bambai Raat Ki Bahon Mein to Sudhir Mishra's Iss Raat Ki Subah Nahin, the dark comic side of the city's underbelly has ceaselessly fascinated Bollywood since long before the term 'Bollywood' was invented.

Debutant director Raghav Dar switches on the innovative mode full-blast. The first and most conspicuous component in his comic romp is the director's sense of fun.

He is fearless about the fun quotient that he has while going with one sumptuous swoop into lives as different from one another as any two homes, families that live in Mumbai can be.

A semi-retired gangster (Makarand Deshpande) and his never-been star-actress mistress(Divya Dutta), his twin assassin-goons Ajay and Vijay (played by real life Amin and Karim Hajee who were last seen together on screen dancing in a Sufi trance to A.R. Rahman's devotional number in Jodhaa-Akbar), an old taxidriver and his gambler-son (theatre actor Shakeel Khan making a stellar screen appearance), a lost girl Maggie (Kalki Koechlin) abandoned by her small-time crook boyfriend on the railway station, the competitive couple (Arjun Mathur and Shruti Seth) coping with the sudden appearance of an unwanted guest from Goa, even as they try to cope with the fissures in their own marriage... These, then, are some of the characters who show up one night in Dar's Mumbai raat ki bahon mein (Mumbai at night).

There are many others. Oh yes, characters pop out of every nook and cranny like rabbits from a hat. Bringing them all together is the Goan Mama's boy, the simpleton Michael Pinto who we're informed, with tongue firmly in the scriprwriter's cheek, is the nephew of Albert jissko bahut gussa aata tha (who gets very angry).

The reference to Saeed Mirza's 1980 cult classic Albert Pinto Ko Gussa Kyon Aata Hai is not lost in the film's melee of bustling adventures. The film is knowledgeably laden with references to cinema and cinematic devices from the past including a very pointed allusion to a corpse's journey across Mumbai from Kundan Shah's Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron.

My Friend Pinto is a very complex script to write and an even more complex act to pull off on screen. Dar manages the chaos created by Michael Pinto's misadventures across the celebratory streets of Mumbai with fluency and grace.

The awkwardness that we encounter in the storytelling is purely by design. Pinto is put into all kinds of bizarre and embarrassing situations. Like Charlie Chaplin in the silent films, he walks out of the chaos unscathed.

He is a Goan angel in disguise. He's Chaplin, Raj Kapoor and Guru Dutt from City Lights, Jagte Raho and Pyasa. He is all of those and none of them.

Prateik with his waif-like quality truly finds himself as an actor when he plays a lost character. My Friend Pinto needed his vulnerability and uncertainties.

The supporting cast is impressive, with Divya Dutta and Makrand Deshpande having a ball with their guns and games. They are like two bulls in a sex shop. Arjun Mathur as Pinto's desensitised Mumbai friend creates quite a graph for his character within the limited space provided by the restless script.

Quirky, capricious, whimsical and at times magical (watch those Broadway-styled musical performances), My Friend Pinto conveys the key comic patterns of Kundan Shah's Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron.

Prateik echoes the innocent adventures of Raj Kapoor in Jagte Raho. Dar's directorial debut is endearing in its eccentricity.

When you leave the crazy comic cosmos of Pinto's world behind, you take away with you a film that is fiercely original in concept and designed to deliver tongue-in-cheek swipes at all those scared cows of Bollywood that we grew up watching and loving without knowing why we loved them in the first place.

There is something about My Friend Pinto. But you don't really know what.

Naseeruddin shah and ratna pathak shah in conversation

BOL

    The film starts by showing the protagonist, Zainab (Humaima Malik) is about to be hanged. She decides to tell her story right before she is hanged. She grew up with 6 sisters, a mother and a father. The father always wanted a son so that the son could help with the financial issues of the family, since he doesn't believe in women doing jobs. They end up having a transsexual son, named Saifi (Kashmiri). The father (Hakim) doesn't like Saifi because of his gender, but saifi is deeply loved by the rest of his family. Zainab's mom keeps giving birth to babies that are born dead, so Zainab get an operation done for her where she can no longer have babies. When Hakim finds out, he gets very mad.

    One day, Zainab sees Saifi dressed in women's clothes, and gets disturbed. Her friend Mustafa (Atif Aslam)is a singer and is in medical school. He likes Zainab's sister Ayesha (Mahira Khan) and they both sing and play the guitar together, but they have to hide that from Hakim, since he doesn't like Mustafa's family because they are Shia. Hakim owns a small pharmacy sort of place and is approached by a man, who asks Hakim to teach the Quran to children, since Hakim is a very religious man who has bonds with the Masjid. Hakim initially refuses because the man is a Kanjar, meaning that he gets women to dance and to other bad things with guys. Meanwhile the masjid gives Hakim some money to keep, since they believe Hakim is very trustworthy. Mustafa gets Saifi a job at a place where they paint trucks. He is harassed there because of his gender.

     One day he gets raped, and another transsexual finds him on the floor and takes him home. Hakim overhears Saifi telling his mother and Zainab what happened to him. Later on when everybody is asleep, Hakim gets a plastic bag and suffocates Saifi to death. He must bribe the police officer to keep what happened a secret by two lakhs. Hakim is forced to take the money out of the masjid funds. Ayesha and Mustafa both go to a concert and both sing and are loved by the crowd. Mustafa's father approaches Hakim for Mustafa and Ayesha to get married, but Hakim refuses since Mustafa is Shia. The masjid asks for the funds, and Hakim doesn't have enough money. He is forced to go to the Kanjar's house to get the money back. He washes it thinking that it is dirty, when he gets home.

Teaching children the Quran isn't giving him enough money, so Saqa Kanjar gives him another option. He must get married to Hakim and have a baby with Mina (Iman Ali) who is one of the prostitutes and is the Saqa's oldest daughter, since he keeps on having girls and Saqa believes that it is the men who creates the gender. Zainab gets Ayesha and Mustafa married since Hakim found another man at the masjid and wants to get Ayesha married to that man. Simultaneously, Hakim marries Mina. When Hakim finds out about Ayesha's marriage, he is furious but can't do anything about it. Mina has her baby, and it is a girl meaning Saqa gets to keep it. Hakim begs Mina to give him the baby so that the baby doesn't have to face a horrible future. Saqa overhears and kicks Hakim out. Later on, Mina comes to give Hakim the baby. When Hakim's wife asks who that women was, he takes her to a room and tells her that he married Mina. She freaks out and starts screaming at him, and he beats her up. The mother tells the kids what happened, and Zainab insists they all leave the house and move somewhere to start a new life.

At night, Saqa comes to take the daughter, since Mina was not supposed to give it to Hakim. Hakim tries to kill the daughter to keep the daughter from a horrible future, but he is killed by Zainab by a fatal knock on the head. They hide the baby and Zainab tells Saqa that Hakim killed the baby and threw her out   somewhere, and that she killed Hakim, which is why she is being given the death penalty. Now back in the present, a reporter keeps trying to prove she is innocent, but is unable to. Zainab ends by asking that why is only killing a sin? Why isn't giving birth one? Then she is hanged. The president sees the reporter's newscast that ends with that question and schedules a meeting with the topic the same as the question. In the end, the daughters open up a restaurant called Zainab's Cafe, which becomes very successful. They also raise there new sister, Mina's daughter.
    This film covered many issues of our society. It is not only happening in muslim's but also with hindu's. I personally like this movie very much. Acting, scripting, direction, dialogue gives best feeling of movie.

Critical reception

Professional ratings
Review scores
Source	Rating
Bollywood Hungama	[11]
The Times of India	[12]
NDTV	[

Bol received highly positive reviews from critics. Taran Adarsh of Bollywood Hungama gave the film 4/5 describing it as "A brilliant film embellished with bravura performances". Likewise, Komal Nahta of The Times of India gave the film 4/5 by going on to describe the film as "topical and thought-provoking". Saibal Chatterjee of NDTV gave the film 3 on 5 stating that the "message that the film delivers is urgent, heartfelt and of considerable import".^[14] Galaxy Lollywood, in its review gave 4.4/5 stars to the film and stated it to be 'meeting public expectations' after Khuda Kay Liye.^[15]

It was awarded the Best Hindi film award in IRDS Film awards 2011 by Institute for Research and Documentation in Social Sciences (IRDS), a Lucknow based Civil society for raising many social issues including the regressive attitude of a male-dominated society.

ती..

   आज अशीच खिड़की बाहेर बघत बसले, खूप गर्दी दिसते लोकांची. असा वाटत खूप मुंग्या एकत्र जात आहेस, पण कोणाला कशाचीच चिंताच नही. सगळे आपल्या धुंदीत. संज्याची वेळ होती ती, कही तरी वेगल दिसल. एक उदास चेहरा, काही तरी विचार करणारा.. कुठेतरी हरवलेला, कहीतरी शोधण्याचा प्रयत्न करीत असतात तिचे डोळे. हाताने कही तरी स्पर्ष करायचा प्रयत्न करत असते ती, शांता निरागस पण त्रसलेली. मनात एक काटा टोचत असेल. खुप कही बोलायला असत सांगायला असत.. पण कधी कधी कुठून सुरवात करायची समजतच नहीं, अणि त्याचा शेवट काय होइल याचा भीतीने चुप रहाणे हा एव्हडाच एक रास्ता डोळ्यापुढे उभा राहतो. छोट्याश्या जीवनाला का बारे एवढे प्रश्न पडतात कोणास ठहुक? 

     खूप वेळा वाटल जाउन बोलूया का? पण नको ती अशीच ठीक आहे, जे ती शोधण्याचा प्रयत्न करत आहे ते तिलाच सापडले तर जास्त चांगला नही का.. म्हणतात की हे जीवन खुप छोटे आहे, तर कधी त्रासामधे खूप मोठे ही वाटू लागते.. या आयुष्यात आपण एकटेच येतो अणि एकटेच जातो. पण मग तिचा जीव का बारे कोणाला शोधतो, खुप गर्दित वाट चुकल्यावर पाय कसे पटापट चालू लागतात तशी कही तरी मनस्थिति वाटते. 

      ती आयुष्याकड़े खूप वेगळ्या नज़रेने बघत असावी, मग का बारे असे दुक्खी रहायचे? आमची आई म्हणतेना जीवन हा एक संघर्ष आहे, मग जिंकून दाखू की आपण. वाटेवर खूप काटे येतात पायाला टोचतात पण म्हणून कई आपण वाट नहीं बदलत, पायाला टोचलेले काटे काढून पुढे जात राहतो तसेच जाउया.

       आज देखिल नवा संघर्ष करुया, नव्या दुक्खाला परत एकदा समोर जाउया ...

तुझी आठवण

मी एकटी असताना तुझी खुप आठवण येते,

अन तुझी आठवण आल्यावर मी एकटी पडते.

रात्रीच्या अंधारात तुला शोधात असते,

तुला शोधता शोधता स्वतःलाच मग हरवून बसते.

मी एकटी असताना तुझे शब्द आठवतात,

अन तुझ्या शब्दातली ती मी आठवते.

माझ्याबद्दल बोलता बोलता तू चक्क कवी व्हायचास,

अन तुझ्या तोडक्या मोडक्या कवितेन माझं  मन जिंकायचास.

मी एकटी असताना तुझ हसणं ऐकू येतं,

अन ते ऐकताना माझ्या गालावर हसू येतं.

अजूनही आठवतं ते तूझं माझ्यावर जिवापाड प्रेम करणं,

अन प्रेम करता करता भांडायला लागणं.

मी एकटी असताना तुझ रागावणं आठवतं,

अन त्या रागावण्यातली ती माझ्याबद्दलची काळजी आठवते.

त्याची एव्हडी आठवण काढूनही

त्याला मात्र खंत एकाच गोष्टीची वाटते...

ती म्हणजे, मला त्याची आठवण

 मी एकटी पडल्यावरच का येते?

Little bit of SHABARI

Shabari's poster

'Shabari'' the story of fight..

'Shabari'' the story of woman..

'Shabari'' story of first woman gangster.. 

  A woman who is the daughter of somebody, who is the sister of somebody suddenly, became a gangster. She lived in Basti, worked for daily wages. Her character portrait as a strong woman, who never cry, fight for her revenge. She worked really hard for her family. She loves her brother very much though she slapped him after each and every moment but at the end of the day she always takes care of his wishes. This is the story of how she took revenge of killing of her brother and a friend.

  RGV's shabari is not only just fight and action but the really good example of how people changed in different situations. How they use their network, how can people play politics each and every step of life. This is the story of survival and most importantly struggle. Don't see this film as how woman are helpless or how they compromise but this story gives u full vision of today's woman strong and rough.
  I found shabari really interesting story, this is not a love story though have the some angles of love. The way she loved her brother, love for a friend who stood up for her, for mother who helped her. A woman can have many angles of emotions like friendship, love, fear, anger. You can actually feel the struggle which they tried to portray. Very nice combination of dialogues, In this whole movie, I didn't miss any song but very nice combination of background sound which creates full effect of actions. Strong story, Issha koppikar and other actors gave full justice to their roles. The complete black and white scene gives the feel of darkness. Story is not so long, around 1 hour 30 mins, a nice move by Lalit Marathe. 
   Overall good experience, and not just a typical Bollywood drama film. J

If u want to download this movie please follow link bellow-
http://thepiratebay.se/torrent/6726370/Shabri_(2011)_-_Hindi_Movie_-_DVDRip

India unheard

A campaign launched by Video Volunteers on April 14^th, 2012, to urge the National Commission for Schedule Castes, (the government body that is constitutionally appointed to direct and implement the safeguards against untouchability), to prosecute cases of untouchability. Community Correspondents across the country are documenting video testimonies of different forms of untouchability. The first 22 videos are featured here and more will be added as the campaign continues.
We want to give viewers the responsibility, as witnesses, to end this age-old oppression once and for all.

http://indiaunheard.videovolunteers.org/anti-untouchability/

A Slum called Hollywood

http://in.lifestyle.yahoo.com/photos/hollywood-slideshow/hollywood-photo-1334116694.html

Kahin to... Piano Instrumental by Wildvirtuoso (Harsh Vora)

Just because I am a GILR?

Just because I am a girl I have to be polite, Just because I am a girl I have to listen only, Just because I am girl I cant take education, Just because I am a girl you can abuse me and beat me, Just because I am a girl I cant live.
Yesterday I saw this horrific news on channel about a girl, her father hit little baby,at last she is passed away.
     
Bangalore:  For nearly a week, the three-month-old fought as hard as she could in hospital, despite a father who established through brute force that she was unwanted. This morning, Baby Afreen died 30 minutes after a cardiac arrest in a government hospital - the third that she visited in the last seven days with her teenaged mother. She was buried later in the day.

Baby Afreen's father, Umar Farooq, was arrested on Sunday for allegedly assaulting his only child. He has reportedly confessed to the police that he hit his only child because he had wanted a son. Afreen's mother, Reshma Bano, is 19 years old. She has offered conflicting accounts of how often her husband hit the baby.

But last week, with her baby bruised and bitten, Reshma rushed to hospital.  Afreen arrived at Bangalore's Vani Vilas hospital three days ago, with bleeding and swelling in her brain. This morning, doctors say, she slipped into a coma after a series of convulsions that began last evening.  Doctors have been circumspect about revealing the details of the physical abuse she suffered, but they say she had bite marks and burns. Yesterday, they said they would need three weeks to determine her chances of survival.

Reshma's mother told NDTV yesterday that if God saved Afreen, she would ensure that the child was looked after. "We don't have much money...but we will bring her up....we will not let her be with her father."

Her parents say Farooq had a record of beating Reshma. Policemen dissuaded them from registering a complaint. "Give him a chance, let them work it out," was the advice they allegedly offered to Reshma's father, Abdul Karim.

Afreen's story is the nightmarish sequel to that of Baby Falak, the two-year-old who died in a Delhi hospital after battling brain damage and three cardiac arrests. Falak was brought to hospital by a teenager who allegedly burnt her with a hot iron, bit her, and smashed her head against a wall. Falak had been separated from her mother, and passed around among a ring of adults in Delhi who ran a prostitution racket. Falak's mother was traced to Rajasthan and visited her child in hospital once before the baby passed away.

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     My exams are coming, oh god tension tension matlab full tension. Doing studies n fun together.. just found Surveen guggal on blogspot I neva watched her serial before but today I read her artcle on Delhi's Dressing Style..  artlce was so amazing. i found she is just like or m just like her. How strange, somebody whom you nevr saw before but still u felt like, that person knows u rather then the who we called FRIENDS who left you in trouble period and never look back.

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मिटले चुकून डोळे, हरवून रात गेली

सांगू तरी कसे मी, वय कोवळे उन्हाचे

उसवून श्वास माझा, फसवून रात गेली

कळले मला न केव्हा, सुटली मिठी जराशी

कळले मला न केव्हा, निसटून रात गेली

उरले उरात काही, आवाज चांदण्यांचे

आकाश तारकांचे, उचलून रात गेली

स्मरल्या मला न तेव्हा, माझ्याच गीत पंक्ती

मग ओळ शेवटाची, सुचवून रात गेली.....

Poem by Harivansh rai bacchan ji

Given a choice, we all would like to live a peaceful life. But peace eludes us. There are stretches in our lives where we face extreme turbulence and feel helpless. There is no alternative but to bear these phases. Here is a lovely poem by Bachchan - Rajiv Krishna Saxena

Yesterday..
      Yesterday was the day of mixed feelings of confusion, emotions and a bit of happiness. Something direct from my inside of what you think about yourself. Yesterday was the sharing day, of something you have gone through and now recollecting as if experiencing live. What I think about the past, some good skillful handling or others not so likable situations. Yesterday was all about me, my life and the depth of my experiences. 

 Have you ever talked to your soul? Tried to hear your soul?

      I started writing a story. I tried to talk to myself. And I found some interesting things related to my own life, something I have gone through with deep feelings. I started looking at my intense experiences, or I guess some painful situations. Frankly speaking I never thought of writing something on this, I should try it out now.
       Every morning I try to imagine what is new gonna to happen in my life, though nothing really happens. I wake up early morning with this beautiful thought. Take chai, read news-papers. I like to read Bollywood masala every morning. I like those smooth, silky news-papers, I smell them.

      Yesterday after two cups of hot chai I sat down to write a story. From where should I start? I was clueless. Should I write fiction or nonfiction? I am good in nonfiction, but that’s not the point. If I choose easy then I won't ever enhance my skills. Millions of questions started running in my head. I need one more chai. I guess that will give me some boost. Silence! Let me think, Let me think. Was I talking to myself? Have you ever chatted with yourself. I guess yes, everyone does.
      I was still stuck on my subject, but finally I decided to write one story on one of my good friends. She was like my sister. She is no more in my life. Don’t get confused, she is alive, but we are not in touch these days. I can’t share more on this because then you won’t read my story, which I will gonna to upload soon.

      Suddenly I felt so much excited, started recalling my memories. This is the first time I am writing a story on someone who was close to me. But I don’t really like the route of thinking that is only negative. I remember good time as well as bad ones. Not really like to be reminded bad memories, well that’s part of life.
     It was a true flash-back. When you ever recall your celebrations, true relationship as well as fake friends, parties and a few fights, some emotions come to haunt you, mixed feelings come in your expression and some drops of tears too. That’s what I truly enjoy in this process though I don’t like much to be seized by that. Some times I cheer and some times I become miserable. Finally I wrote some passages, outlined the story, and gave some structure to the story. I felt happy but also somewhat hurt.
      @ d the end of the day I came out with some different thoughts, and a new story line. Slept with the feeling with the hope that my readers will like the story.

@ 21

  Living in urban crowd, do visit malls parlors often. Have a lot of fashionable friends, well educated, do get pocket money whenever you need.. but..
  ppl says ur just 21, u don't have enough experiences of life, life is too tough u can't handle it all alone.. and most important part is you are a girl, u can't fight with the guys, u can't beat them, can't even think of going ahead.. uuuff..
  I don't feel that they are wrong, we still couldn't proved ourselves in this world.. we reached till moon but we still not made them (society) to think beyond that.. why why why..??
  @ d age of 21 living with many questions, quarries, fighting for dignity, searching for identity, trying to know myself better than before..

if u feel the same like me of dream different.. blog it.. 

http://www.ndtv.com/video/player/we-the-people/womens-day-substance-or-symbolism/225833 via @ndtv

  hard time will always shows u best ppl in ur life.. :)

in search of own identity