Magic Moments

Man has always been fascinated by the prospect of getting to know the future- the unknown. Since time immemorial people have had faith on different types of fortune-telling methods, to see what destiny has in its hold for them. In today’s world people are crazy for reading their every morning newsletter of daily horoscopes in their inbox, or for browsing the newspaper for the day’s zodiac forecast. And many of them consult one or the other fortune teller, to get a glimpse of their fate out of curiosity or to take some decisions. Fortune telling essentially means predicting the future through various means that involves thorough observation of a phenomenon or entity, psychic analysis and interpretation, done mostly for gaining something in return. Fortune tellers prophesize the person’s future love life, work prospects, success, money, fame and even death through various techniques. One of the very common methods of fortune telling all around the world is

Speaking little and expressing volumes- Ranvir singh’s acting was commendable- loved his character, that shy smile, the clean shaved innocent face and the tough rebellious look, the false pretence of knowing painting and then getting caught by Paakhi (Sonakshi), the love, regret, and love again.  Even sonakshi’s eyes conveyed volumes; that endearing look of pure innocence, and the feeling of being irrevocably in love, the loss, the longing and the memories and the missing- every frame in which she was there was beautiful...the tender feelings were very palpable. I loved their acting. Loved the story- touched!! Loved the love, the tears, the peepings and glances, the smiles, the laughters, the stares, the cares... This movie will remain with me longer than any other that I watched this year... cried at the sheer beauty of the story and the way it was portrayed. The last leaf- really good portrayal of the short story... Though i don't really like Ranvir's voi

Read ‘INK’ by Amanda Sun. The narrator is Katie Greene- an american girl who had to leave her home, everyone she knew and her life as it was, to live with her aunt Diane in Japan, when her parents died in an accident. She tries to cope with the loss and loneliness, and to adjust to the new surroundings- a totally different country, new language, culture, and a school where very few spoke english. She tries to blend in the crowd by learning the words, the nuances of the language, writing and practising pages and pages of ‘kanji’, the japanese script. Thankfully she has friends- Yuki and Tanaka, but has also got her share of troubles and embarrassments. The story introduces the mystery right away in the first chapter- Tomohiro- the strange, enigmatic senior whose drawings and sketches made in black ink, move. And through out the first part, Katie tries to find out the truth. There are mysterious situations and characters that add to the plot brilliantly. Katie once grabs To

 Now a days mama is so seriously into gardening. So just to please her, i took these photos, but they turned out to be good.. Hope you all like it too..

These are paper flowers made from strips of colorful paper and advertisement flyers found in newspapers. These pom poms are made from wool; the small blue and light green box is a decorated matchbox; and the brown one is made from an envelope. These red and pink pockets are also made from envelopes, the black one is a Ferrero Rocher box covered with black paper... the small decoration are cupcakes... :) ok, well, this is a coke can... i just wanted to make something, so i kept it... Mr. Smile is made with icecream stick and googly eyes over cardboard paper... So here they are... on the dining table.... :) :) :)

Spent times shall never return Moments lived, are all gone The dead past will never breathe again Yet, its soul shall forever remain. Deceitful dreams deceive reality, Happy occasions turn to be mere fantasy Friend’s togetherness and the loved one’s presence, Ever sought, but always lacks permanence. Distances, vast may they be, You shall always be loved, missed by me.

It was a sick day for us Mishra Family. Since morning we were all sneezing, coughing, sniffing, blowing, and gurgling  together. And ofcourse have had a handkerchief pressed to our noses. Recently, I remember I had been bragging a lot about not been caught with a cold for over two years. And now, I am down with a cold and an irritable red nose. In the morning, my father made us all herbal tea (with ginger, cloves, sunthi , tulsi leaves, honey, lemon- and he added milk too- so, its milky herbal tea) for our sore throats and persistent cold. Ah! It was nice. Hot drink is such a welcome and comforting thing when you are sneezing perpetually. Then began the planning, for the day- i.e what to have for lunch and dinner, and my mother was not in a mood and health to prepare anything. We agreed on ‘Chicken Biryani’ from the road side kiosk nearby for lunch, (yummmm!!!)and I suggestedto make soup in the evening. That would be my job as I like chopping and can manage simple cooki

Watched ‘yeh jawani he diwani’ today. Yes, finally! And have been singing ‘Illahi’to myself ever since. I loved the movie. Awesome songs, awesome dialogues, awesome acting from Ranbir, Deepika, Aditya and Kalki. It is a feel good movie, with a ‘slice of life’ story about the characters. One would easily fall in love with each of the characters, get swayed to their worlds, their dreams, ambitions (or the lack of it!).It is about something we can easily connect with- friends, fun, masti, dreams, career, love, life, time, the bygone days- and every time while spending time with friends being equally aware that today’s present is going to be tomorrow’s box full of memories… We all love the past, and we cherish our memories with all our heart. If you do too, you’d surely love the movie... Talking about the lead characters, the awesome actors portray the awesomely scripted characters. Deepika’s Naina is a simple girl who has studied her whole life, and is doing medicine presently