Had To Make It

(As I (Arushi) do the honour of publishing this post for Anurag ,I might as well do some good to him by mentioning that this retard writes all his posts on paper ; then types it and then publishes on his blog and yet makes innumerable spelling errors and ofcourse the punctuations are never there.He calls it his style;whatever! )

So Anurag speaks’’’’’

Snub the brouhaha

Somehow every thing has some good in it ; or else you must find it .

For I managed to better my own record of sleeping for hours on a stretch; I improved it 3 times;The previous best was 17 which I set ( like bread on butter) to beat Arvind Hoskote and Vasu Sharma; Its now stands 51 hours straight fellas’ ,better meet an accident anytime soon; coz this is war and everything counts .

And whilst my eyes were closed I could see the world better than ever before . As I fought my duel and people speculated and consternations ran ripe as to whether I was going to make it or not I realized that............

I still had to be the invincible foodie to beat Amish Tambi.

I still had to prove how useless Ankitash is and yet make myself reach new levels of fecklessness.

I still had to bring Divyanshu’s deceit to light and show that he actually doesn’t know how to play the guitar or that I played better than him and more proficient at expletives for that purpose.

I still had to show that Vidhi is nothing but a charlatan and that flimsy and paltry are nothing but she personified.

I still have to make Akshat ‘pay’ for all the time spent in the bed.

I still had to beat Manka at who sleeps first contest and show her that (presumably) reserved and the rebellions were paralleled .

I still have to court-martial Harsha signifying her worthlessness to the planet or my impediment equivalently.

I still had catapult a change in Adwait’s music collection and overthrow him to take the charge of the production house.

I still had to prove to Parvesh that I can hold a conversation in hindi; and that I never stole his girlfriend and I still have to prove that I am more decent than Keshav and bring to ground his nerdy glory;

I still had to see Sachin odiously condescend before me so that I could finally absolve him .

I still had to win a bicker with Anukriti over a who’s got the frailer physique.

I still have to clarify to Gaurav that Dudism at display aint a pretence at all’ and its better than whatever he is atleast.

I still have to beat Arpit in an argument for once not to mention how pathetic Dada is;

I still have to bring to light Arvind’s hypocrisy and all his irrational ideologies.

I still have to kill Minu by throwing her off a ride for her plagued enimosity.

I still have to make Anirudh overcome his fanatic beliefs and to bring his overtly graceful feign into picture.

I still have to show to Neha that I am not a super nerd or rather still conceptualize innumerable rendezvous.

I still have to potray Devansh's worthless acting in another movie of mine.Not to mention , actually listen to one of his lectures !

I still had to take Arushi away from Sam and prove to both of them that I can do the impossible. Not to mention sweep her off her feat in a jazz or a salsa much better than Sam.

I still have to sing a song in a voice more hearse than Gautam and that no matter how many Gym sessions he goes to I will beat the hell out of him in every battle ( Mund Battle) .

I still have to tell the world that Vasu’s spot in dance club over me is just because the ‘two’ girls( one of them once mine) fancied him a little more or maybe its just the ‘Josh’; and to him and Gaurav that its me who won the Pav-bhaji contest afterall.

And well And ;;;; I still have to turn Ishita from a shop-a-holic into a shop-a-repellent and to drown her in a swimming pool ; not to mention then to take her out of that pool and re-kill her with a coffee overdose and then bury her in a pile of cockroaches;

How then my friends could have I not made it for your sake ; how then my dear could I have gone back on my promises ; how then could I have gone without making that smile as my own forever.

And in the face of adversity ;;;;aah crap who wants to hear that;;;

Well with so many battles to be won ; with so many myths to be busted how could have I not made it .

I had to make it for you and I had to make it for “YOU”.

Happy Birthday

And I can't explain

But it's something about the way you look tonight

Takes my breath away

It's that feeling I get about you, deep inside

And I can't describe

But it's something about the way you look tonight

Takes my breath away

The way you look tonight

If u are a girl, u wd envy this pic ;if an intelligent one you could idoltarize it.

Coz all the guys out there can nothing but revere it.

and overtly she smiled,

hathen me beguiled .

the perspicouous emotions,

blindeth all notions .

tangible was her allure ,

so lucid , so pure .

I would defy the spirit called an artist if i were not to pen down such a pristine form of art.

Though when it comes to things a little too close to my heart I havent been able to justify

them befittingly. Though yet again , I couldnot control the insatiable urge.

Birds singing a song

Old paint is peeling

This is that fresh

That fresh feeling.

Words can't be that strong

My heart is reeling

This is that fresh

That fresh feeling

I could have given her only a Gucci Twirl , one that i have handpicked or a La Femme gown

to match her colorful moods , that has caught my attention .But i shall not only carry the

tradition forward, but also live by the faith that a gift should stand the sands of time;

especially if it's your first one to her.So besides them this piece shall be my actual gift.

The sensuousness of her eyes, the shape of her nose ,her skin tone , the pretty and soft hands,

the ebullience of her visage ...

I dont know where to start....

Yes she does look like a diva dressed in a fashionable corset and short skirts , or the trendy

shoes ;she is a connoisseur at choosing her couture fellas.Her flocks have that raw appeal of a

young Julia Roberts to her.

Her impulsiveness surprises me.The angle at which her hypnotising legs are ; characteristic of a

lady with elegance and poise.

God gave u style, god gave u grace,

God put a smile on ur face.

But if someone would ask me what would i do with this pic ; would i have feelings of devour for the subject ?

No i would just sit back and admire the feminism in its purest and most divine form.

I waana be a singer, so as to sing her ;

I wanna be a poet , to dedicate an ode ;

I wanna be a painter, to sketch her ;

I wanna be musician , to compose her into a me lode .

But im just a writer , who has travelled a million isle ;

who now wants to be a camera , so that i could capture her smile.

The jovial , the guileless and the resplendent radiance of the smile

gets me inside ,

so that i dont know wrong from right,

and it all goes quiet,

'Cause everything, everything , everything is gonna be all right.

There's always a obscure presence of a certain someone in your subconscious , in your distant

dream ;whom you cant embody , u cannot define , all u know is that when u see her u wd realise

she is the one.A perfect deja vu.

Turn the lights off in this place

And she shines just like a star

And I swear I know her face

I just don't know who you are

Turn the music up in here

I still hear her loud and clear

Like she's right there in my ear.

Also at display is a mischievous and ingenuous form of a rabid creature. She has to be childishly

sulky .And if she were to abuse you ,it would just amuse you coz of the mesmerizing curl on the

upper lip.

Now the child in her is coz of either of the two facts or both ...

One ...coz god's dearest handiworks shall always have a touch of innocence to them .

two...a young bud not let to blossom; by the greediness of the society ; into a flower.But the

important fact is...that all those who love you dont want you to remain secret and hidden

forever.They want to know Ishita; who the real Ishita is.

So if my dear if you lose faith in urself , when things get gloomy .Say 10 years from now ,

whether i am there or not with you at that instant sweetheart,if things somehow are not d way

they are today. I still want you to come here to this page and read ...

what you truly are...a gem that has blesseth many a lives.

She sings the revolution

the dawning of our lives

she brings this liberation

that I just can't define

nothing comes to mind..............

Varanasi

Bullock Carts paralleled with Lexus and Sedans at traffic signals ( not to mention the buffaloes that know no signals) ,Paan ‘peeking’ joints around the corner of the hippest malls, Orange vermilion suited saree-clad women walking the lanes (and some dwindling lanes those are ) with short-skirted chicks and a mystic smell that fills up the entire city .You either know what that means or else you don’t .

Varanasi is the oldest living city in the world. These few lines by Mark Twain say it all: "Benaras is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend and looks twice as old as all of them put together"

The city is a center of learning and civilization for over 3000 years. Varanasi is a holy city in Hinduism, being one of the most sacred pilgrimage places for Hindus of all denominations. More than 1,000,000 pilgrims visit the city each year. With Sarnath, the place where Buddha preached his first sermon after enlightenment, just 10 km away, Varanasi has been a symbol of Hindu renaissance. Knowledge, philosophy, culture, devotion to Gods, Indian arts and crafts have all flourished here for centuries. Also a pilgrimage place for Jains, Varanasi is believed to be the birthplace of Parsvanath, the twenty-third Tirthankar.

Mrs. Annie Besant chose Varanasi as the home for her 'Theosophical Society' and Pandit Madan Mohan Malviya, to institute 'Benares Hindu University, the biggest University in Asia. Ayurveda is said to be originated at Varanasi and is believed to be the basis of modern medical sciences such as Plastic surgery, Cataract and Calculus operations. Maharshi Patanjali, the preceptor of Ayurveda and Yoga, was also affiliated with Varanasi, the holy city.

Varanasi is associated with promotion of spiritualism, mysticism, Sanskrit, yoga and Hindi language and honored authors such as the ever-famous novelist Prem Chand Great Indian writers have lived in this city from Kabir, Ravidaand Tulsi Das, the famous saint-poet who wrote Ram Charit Manas. Aptly called as the cultural capital of India, Varanasi has provided the right platform for all cultural activities to flourish. Many exponents of dance and music have come from Varanasi. Ravi Shankar, the internationally renowned Sitar maestro and Ustad Bismillah Khan, (the famous Shehnai player) are all sons of the blessed city or have lived here for major part of their lives.

Varanasi is also famous for its trade and commerce, especially for the finest silks and gold and silver brocades, since the early days .Varanasi has several small cottage industries, including Banarasi Silk sari making, the production of textiles such as hand-woven carpets, and handicrafts. Banarasi Silk is known all over the world for its finery and softness. Banarasi Sarees are adorned with intricate designs and zari embellishments making it popular during traditional functions and weddings. Banarasi paan (betel leaf) and khoa (a milk product) are popular, and the related small-scale industries employ many people.Varanasi is also popular for Langda aam(Mango). City is biggest producer of world famous langda mango(Malda Mango).

Varanasi has nearly 100 ghats on the banks of river Ganga; the most sacred one; which is also the lifeline of the city Also if you are a foodie the ghats offer you the exquisite taste of the kachori-jalebi, the malaio, the sweet lassi, n the list goes on…

Omnipresent and unforgettable are the pictures of the magnificent Mogul- and Maharaja palaces, mosques, temples and forts from white marble, red sandstone and other refined material with elaborate and absolutely beautiful stonemason works and inlays of semiprecious stone and one feels, nothing will ever surpass the beauty of this amazing cultural heritage

The exotic sound of Indian music as well as the many real time beautiful photos and videos of India, recall the flair of the orient and convey a vivid picture of all the fascinating and conflicting impressions of what you call Indianess.