Tuesday 27 June 2006

I love to dress

Those people who know me would know that i am a big believer in the power of dressing. Simply put I love to be well dressed, all the time. Now when I say well dressed, I do not mean being in formal clothes, expensive cloths, branded clothes and the likes. My personal dressing mantra is simple, I like to dress to look good.

Actually I can "blame" my mother for my dressing sense. Ever since I was a toddler, my mother used to dress me in frocks, matching socks and shoes. Hair neatly combed and tied/ clipped back. I guess the proper dressing got to me since then. You know even today I must have my shoes matching with (or more realistically complimenting) my outfit. Even my earrings have to match my clothes.

Like I said earlier, I love to experiment with my clothes. Basically my variety of clothes is very wide. I have things from 5-6 yrs old together with my latest purchases in my cupboards. I am not into brands or even specific shops. I am a self-proclaimed opportunistic shopper. When I see something I absolutely love, I get it. (the price being right that is). As I've said in an earlier post, i have tops bought for $2!! So yea for me anything goes as long as I love it.

Basically I have a habit of deciding my entire outfit the night before. So I literally raid my closet every night, trying to find something comfortable, stylish and flattering. I then raid my shoe collection for that "perfect" pair of footwear. I also look through my earrings for the right pair. Lay everything out and simply put it all together in the morning.

Now I'll be lying if I say i don't wear any make up. My staple make up is very simple. Eyebrow pencil, lipstick/ lipgloss and the most important eyeliner! Special occasions have special requirements!

At the end of the day, the person you are depends on your personality and character, clothes are simply the packaging. Remember you only get one chance to make the first impression!

Friday 16 June 2006

Poem for an angel

Well the following poem was written for an angel... so read on.

Jab tak hai zindagi, a dil jiyeja,
zindagi ka pyara goot piyeja.

Zindagi milte hai ek bar,
ese pal-pal jiyeja.
Gujare huai gammo ko bhul kar,
Niye kal ko jiyeja.

Jab tak hai zindagi,a dil jiyeja,
zindagi ka pyara goot piyeja.

A dil fir ek aasiya bana,
pyara sa ahsash fir dil mai jaga.
Zindagi ruk nahin jati,ek saathi k jaane se,
Aayega koi zindagi mai fir bahane se.

Jab tak hai zindagi,a dil jiyeja,
zindagi ka pyara goot piyeja.

Udase ko chod kushi ko apna,
A dil tu fir muskura.
Zindagi bahut hassi hai,
ese pyar se gale laga.

Jab tak hai zindagi,a dil jiyeja,
zindagi ka pyara goot piyeja
.

Thursday 15 June 2006

Attempt at shairi

I was sitting in the office waiting for my computer to be made available to me to start work. So i closed my eyes and got inspired (that is what I would like to think at least). And the following shayries are the results of that inspiration.

Woh aaya ghoode pe sawar,
pyar ka toufa leke
Woh aaya ghoode pe sawar,
pyar ka toufa leke
Dil to churaya he,
aapna toufa bhi vapass legaye
(he came riding a horse, with the gift of love,
he came riding a horse, with the gift of love
however although he stole my heart,
he took back his gift of love)

Hamara dil toodke aapko kya mila,
Dil to aapka he tha,
Aur aapne he tood diya
(what did you get from breaking my heart,
my heart was already yours,
and you only broke it)

Dushmano se to zakham milte he the
Dushmano se to zakham milte he the,
Magar apno ne bhi jab zakham diye,
Dil toota to toota,
Aaso bhi sookh gaye
(i used to get hurt by the enemies,
i used to get hurt by the enemies,
but when my own hurt me,
the heart did indeed break,
but the tears dried up as well)

Aapse kya shikayat kare,
shikayat to apno se karte hai,
Aapse kya shikayat kare
shikayat to apno se karte hai,
Magar jab apno ne he dhoka diya,
Hum shikayat kise kare
(how can i complain to you,
i only complain to ones close to me
how can i complain to you,
i only complain to ones close to me
but when the ones close betray,
whom do i complain to?)

Ok so they weren't all sad. The next one is kinda optimistic.

Pyar ki talaash mein hum kabhi yahan kabhi wahan gaye,
Magar jisko dhoondte hai woh na yahan na wahan hai.
Pyar ki talaash mein hum kabhi yahan kabhi wahan gaye,
Magar jisko dhoonte hai woh na yahan na wahan hai.
Jis din woh mil jaye,
hum yahan wahan ka rastha he bhool jaye
(i went here and there in search of love,
but the one who i was looking for did not come here or there
i went here and there in search of love,
but the one who i was looking for did not come here or there
the day i find him,
i will forget the route to here and there)

hmm so yea that was my attempt at shayri..

Saturday 10 June 2006

Power of dance

As we all know dance is a very old and revered form of fine art. It is an avenue of expression and a universal language transcending material things such as boundaries, castes, race and creed. The history of dance can be said to be as old as mankind itself. We will never know as the origins of dance have been lost in the folds of history. However what we do know is that dance in its most basic and simple form is a powerful thing.

Due to the sheer variety of dances in the world and the vast rich history of each and every one of them, I will focus on Asian dance. This is because I am trained in Kathak, one of the six major classical dances of India, and have more knowledge of Asian dance forms.
So what exactly is dance? To me, dance in its simplest form is expressing ourselves through the medium of movements. Be it classical, folk or modern, dance in every form is used to express emotions or stories. Applying this definition of dance, if you feel happy and start to jump you are, according to me, using dance to express your emotions. Of course the complexities in dances are never ending with the numerous different dance forms available world wide.

If we analyze the origin of dance from its history it can be seen that Asian dances were mostly performed in places of worship or in religious contexts. These included narrating religious stories and worshiping God. The Chinese, Indian and Japanese are some of the Asian countries where dance was used for ceremonial purposes. From being performed in the temples, the performances were moved into the courts of the royal and the influential.

Over the years dance has been performed and used in many contexts. These range from being used as entertainment, social bonding, expressing sexuality, self enjoyment and to tease the audiences in places such as the Moulin Rouge and nearer to home, at the Crazy Horse Cabaret. Dance has certainly come a long way from its humble and religious roots.

However, regardless of the form and purpose of dancing, the fundamental underlying reason for dance has not changed. Dance is a form of communication, an avenue of expressing oneself. Be it a person performing a classically acclaimed dance ballet or a person doing erotic dancing in a club, each dancer communicates through the art form. For the person doing erotic dancing in a club is expressing their sexuality and is in a way attracting the person of the opposite sex. They are also expressing the self confidence they feel. In any form or situation, the art of dance is a powerful medium of communication.

I also believe that dance cleanses the soul, the body and the mind. Personally when I feel stressed or burdened by the fast- paced life, I like to lose myself in dance. I feel at peace, being with the rhythms and the movements. I feel free and in charge of myself. This is a sharp contrast to feeling like a mere rat in the never ending rat race of life. As I dance my soul, body and mind get cleansed. The mind get cleansed as while dancing I concentrate on my movements, on the music and my mind gets diverted and cleansed. Also I mentally exert myself by concentrating on the elements of dance. The soul gets cleansed as I let myself be free of my surroundings, by concentrating on my breathing and in some ways engaging in a different form of yoga. The body gets cleansed in the more fundamental sense. As I dance, I physically exert myself and eventually sweat. This experience can be compared to that of the traditional sweat lodges of the Native Americans.

One need not be a trained dancer or have vast knowledge of dance to enjoy this wonderful experience that dance is capable of providing. Only dance is so powerful that it can affect a dancer on such deep levels. Personally I feel that this makes dance the best from of performing art around. No matter how technologically advanced we have become, people still jump when they get excited. They still dance when they worship God. They still engage in dance in social events.

Dance has come a long way from its origins to present day. It has carried through its journey its immense power. Its power to allow the dancer to cleanse his body, soul and mind, and its power as a medium of communication and expression. I believe that the future of dance is bright. As an art it will survive as long as people will.

Dance has given us the many pleasures in life and bestowed its power on us without us expecting these results. There is a sloka in the Bhāgavad Gītā that says “You have the right to work, but none to its results. Therefore, act not with the expectation of reward for your actions. Again, let not your mind develop the propensity of forsaking work and be idle.” Applying this in my life, my motto has always been, “live to dance and dance to live”.

I have pursued my love for dance without the expectation of reward. I hope I can continue and grow my passion for the powerful art of dance. Personally I feel everyone should understand the power of dance and embrace it without expectation of reward.

Tuesday 6 June 2006

100% original stuff...

So I have had the privilege of hearing some beautiful and original shayri. I want to share it with you. Please tell me how you find it..

Har inshaan shayar nahi hota, magar har shayar insaan hota hai
Har insaan shayar nahi hota, par har shayar insaan hota hai
Magar shayar ya insaan, har kisi ke dil mein kahin na kahin gum chupa hota hai

(every person is not a poet, but every poet is a person
every person is not a poet, but every poet is a person
however be it a person or poet, there is pain hidden somewhere in everyone's heart)

Zakhm kuch aise hain, phoolon par soya na gaya,
Jism jal ke khaak ho gaya, par aankho se roya na gaya

(the injury was such that i could not sleep on flowers,
the body burned and became ash, but the eyes never cried)

Aapse dosti humein itni pyaari hai,
ki humne apni dosti ko pyaar ka naan diya
Youn to hum dosti har ek se kar letein hain,
Magar sirf aapne humein apna humraaz banane diya

(your friendship is so dear to me,
that i think of your friendship as love,
although i am friends with everyone,
only youhave made me your confidant)

The next 2 are my fav..

Judai ka pata hoto agar pyar se phele,
To maut ki dua maangte hum deedar se phele

(if i had known of separation before love,
i would have prayed for death before love)

Tasveer ki kya tareef karein, tasveer to tasveer hoti hai
Tasveer ki kya tareef karein, tasveer to tasveer hoti hai
Tareef to uski karein jo dil ke aine mein chupi hoti hai

(why praise a photo, a photo is just a photo
why praise a photo, a photo is just a photo,
i will praise her who is hidden in the mirror of my heart)

ok so yup i tried my best to translate them.. please let me know if you have better translations!!

Monday 5 June 2006

Shairi from Fanaa

Last Tuesday I watched Fanaa and more than the movie, I fell in love with the shairi in it. Each and every shairi was so perfect and beautiful. The following are the shairis from Fanaa together with my attempt to translate them.

Tumhari khoobsurti ne khuda se ek khatha karadi
Kahin khud se nazar na lagjaaye, yoon tumhe nazar na di


Bethi hai hoton ko seeker, pachtaayengi aap
Ishq jag uththa hai, aisi hi khamoshi ke baad


Insaan ki khwahish ki koi inteha nahin
Do garz zameen chahiye, do garz kafan ki baat hai


Dard se aankhen char kar lenge, hum bhi imtihaan denge
Teri dosti ki khatir e dost, hum dushmanon se bhi pyar kar lenge


Aisa lagaa khuda ne rakh diya hamare dil pe haath
Liya naam hamara unhone, kuch aisi ada ke saath


Paani se pyaas na bhuji to mehkhane ki taraf chal nikla
Socha shikayat karun teir khuda se, par khuda bhi tera aashiq nikla


Aag suraj mein hoti hai, chalna zameen ko padhta hai
Mohabbat nigahen karti hain, tadapna dil ko padhta hai


Jaan use do, jo apna dil tumhe de
Lekin apna guroor sirf uspe qurbaan karo, jo tumpe fanaa ho jaaye


Bhul karke humse koi bhul hooyi ho
To bhul samajhkar bhula dena
Lekin bhulana sirf bhul ko
Galti se bhi hamein na bhula dena


E Khuda Aaj Ye Faisla Karde,Use Mera ya Mujhe Uska Karde.
Bahut Dukh Sahe He Maine,Koi Khusi Ab Toh Muqadar Karde.
Bahot Muskil Lagta Hai Usse Duur Rehna,Judai Ke Safar Ko Kum Karde.
Jitna Duur Chale Gaye Woh Mujhse, Use Utna Kareeb Karde.
Nahi Likha Agar Nasib Me Uska Naam,To Khatam Kar Ye Zindagi aur Mujhe FANAA Karde
(ok this one is kinda tough. i'll need more time)

The following is my favourite- short and sweet

Tere Dile mein meri saanson ko panah mil jaaye
Tere Ishq mein meri Jaan Fanaa Ho jaayeâ.
(may my breath find refuge in your heart,
may my life get destroyed in your love)

Ankhen to pyar me dilki zuban hoti hai,
sachi chahat to sada bezuban hoti hai,
pyar mai dard bhi mile to kya gabrana,
suna hai dard se chahat aur jawan hoti hai....
(in love the eyes are the language of the heart,
true love is always mute,
if you get oain in love why worry,
i have heard with pain the love becomes even stronger)

Phool hun Gulaab kaâ, Chameli ka mat samjhnaâ
Aashiq hun aapkaâ
Apni Saheli ka mat samjhnaâ
(i am a rose, not a jasmine
i am your lover,
don't think i am your friend's)

Dur Humse Jaa Paoge Kaise,
Humko Bhool Paoge Kaise.
Hum Who Khushbu Jo Saanson Mein Utar Jaye,
Khud Apni Saanxon Ko Rok Paoge Kaise..
(how will you go away from me, how will you forget me
i am the scent that is in your breath,
how will you stop your own breath?)

Bekhudi Ki Zindagi Hum Jiya Nahi Karte,
Yun kisika ka Jaam Hum Piya Nahi Karte.
Unse Kehdo Mohabbat Ka Izhaar Aakar Khud Karein,
Yun Kisika Peecha Hum Nahin Karteâ


Rone de tu aaj hamako tu aankhe sujane de
Baho me lele aur khud ko bheeg jane de
hai jo seene me quaid dariya wo chut jayega
hai itana dard ki tera daman bheeg jayega..
(let me cry today till my eyes are swollen
take me in your arms and let yourself get drenched,
the river caught in my heart will get released,
there is so much pain that your bossom will be drenched)

adhoori saans thi dhadkan adhoori thi adhooren thai ham
magar ab chaand poora hain falak pe aur ab pooren hain ham
(my breath was incomplete, my heartbeats were incomplete and i was incomplete,
but today the moon is complete in the shy and now i am complete)