Head over Heels

Have you fallen in love recently? 

Racing heartbeat and Cant-take-my-eyes-off-you kinda love?

I have.

And they cost 12750 bucks  !!

If I mention right about now that I own about 25 pairs of shoes of various kinds and colours,one would probably assume that I was a liberal hippie or rich spoilt Daddy's girl(depending on the season). However, I am neither. I'm a final year student living from the 1st day of one month to another (Give or take) when my account is sufficiently replenished. Most of which is spent on Food which fail to make me fat (Its a Moo point in my case. Nothing works.) and Microbiology notes Xerox's which fail to make me wanna study. Yet, I can say that none of those shoes have been impulsive or terribly extravagant buys. They have all been lovingly selected or gifted, for various attributes and purposes. And in the absence of one, buying a pair under the pretext of possessing difficult feet and hence deserving it works for my conscience. Something that happened a couple of days back in Mumbai. 
And hence I returned to Bangalore, happy in every way. 
Shoe-wise and other-wise.
And then.
 Along came that one pair of shoes that made me wanna misbehave.
Tremendously.
  I swear I’m trying my best to move on to the next guy. I mean pair of heels. 

This is what I CANNOT STAND ABOUT THE EVER INCREASING ONLINE INVASION OF HIGH STREET..  It makes moving on difficult!

And what’s worse is when a fellow online shopper joins you for an afternoon of dedicated heel browsing in the quest of finding THE perfect gift for a common friend. I surrender! So much more alluring than any on-site shopping. and OH-SO-MUCH more confusing!!! 

Oh, geez, a thousand times over.

Since when did shopping become so sinful? For us till even 2 years back, it used to one planned afternoon of outing at Sarojini Nagar in Delhi, or Bapu Bazaar in Jaipur with a mental note of what we are looking for., or being dragged about between sale seasons by family. And sometimes the new acquisitions were kept aside for some Diwali festival, only to be worn later in the year.

But these days internet shopping is hardcore. It’s just three steps away from porn. You should have heard the ooohhhs and aaaahhhhs from the bunch of girls the other afternoon. 

Oh, the shiver at THE pair of shoes. The photos favourited and whatsapped. The number of times we came back to our dirty favourites.

 And how we pored and pored. And pored. 

Left side view, from the back, oh the lovely shot from the front oh d'you like these ones??

Makes me wonder.

Is this what guys do over big boobs and wild positions? 

Anyway. For the love of Gifting.
 Chosen. Designed. and ordered. 
Soon to be delivered.
and hopefully Loved :)

THE site to Check Out : Shoes of Prey 

While gift browsing, I came across this awesome site that lets Shoe lovers and Wannabe designers (YES. It IS INDEED a profession!) custom design their shoes only to be hand-made by them and lovingly swaddled in a dust bag and crisp box and sent to your waiting feet, all within about four weeks. Sure they are pricey. 5 minutes into browsing and you will appreciate the Aptly named website.
You will gape and fawn and slouch and some may even moan. And when it comes to it, you wallet will be stripped bare. But its the price you pay for selling your soul to the shoe-devil, and the good news is : shipping is totally free worldwide.

For all the turmoil this site has caused in the past 2 days; I sure hope my bestie likes her Birthday gift :)

Just Follow the Beat :)

Here's to countless years of

Dancing with girlfriends in PJ's and Jumping to Mixing DJ's 

Jigging to Bollywood feats and Grooving to Angrejji skanky beats,

The Jhumka's and Thumka's, Then the Beat Boxing, and the Hiphop

Here's to pulling shy onlookers on the floor and dancing with them Nonstop

Practiced form or spontaneously driven, irrespective of any of that

Here's to craving and dancing on sudden whims at the drop of a hat

Whether the subtle twitching to music or the graceful twirls and prancing

Here's to over-the-counter- round-the-pole and going-down-under dancing ;)

The moments it has given us, of friendship, insane fun and romance

Here's to Dancing to just ANY music, All for the love of dance :)

People might judge. 

Competitors will compete. 

Onlookers may look for perfection

And Critics will  critique.

But the plain and simple truth is

I dance to find myself

Where I am my own muse

I dance to lose myself.

the venue is just an excuse :)

I don't aspire for perfection

I can be quite the klutz on fire ;D 

It's just another vertical expression

of my horizontal desires

Always and Forever

#PlayTheMusicAndIlDance

#ClosestThingtoMagic

The Trials and Tribulations of Miss-Understood and Logic

Logic, with your reach so flawed and limiting

Prodding and whispering in my brain

Threatening the desire's of the naive heart

With Reasoning so Circumstantial and Mundane.

Logic, sometimes you resemble a mystery

One which alludes me upon seeking

And when the heart ceases too question why

Your Unsolicited Stench rises, Stagnant and Reeking.

Logic.

The antithesis of Imagination. Along with his Cousins, Truth and Practicality. Popping up uninvited at the wrong times. And just like a Samsung Cell phone battery, MIA in the hour of need.

SO ANNOYING.

Just when I was giving up seeking logical answers as to why it ended the way it did.

Just when I was resorting to cocoon myself in the warm embrace of my ever-comforting imagination.

Just when I was starting to make peace with the fading questions and equally blurry answers.

BAM!

Logic, armed with the past, blew up in the face of my reality

And made it it's bitch.

Argh.

Shine away, Irrespective ( :

There are things I miss that I shouldn't 

and things I don't that I should.. 

Yeah I Got a twisted way of demarcating things.. 

The conundrum of Should, Could and Would.

Though one rule of thumb I do swear by

\with both temporary and long term effect

Shove all your prejudices aside

And practice more of accept than expect.

Shine away,

in your own light..

Emanate

Unobjective

Shine away

Into the starry night

Shine away...

Irrespective

Even 

After 

All this time

The sun never says 

To the earth

"You owe me."

Look

What happens 

With a love like that

It lights up the 

Whole 

Sky.

Every.
Day.
Without
Fail.
No agenda
or high expectation
No grudges
Only absolution

Shine Away, You.
Promote what you Love instead of Bashing what you Hate.

On a lighter note : D

The Urdu Fixation

“Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
aa phir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa..
Pahale se maraasim na sahii phir bhi kabhi toh
rasm-o-rahe duniya ki nibhane ke liye aa..
Kis kis ko batayenge judaai ka sabab hum
tu mujhse khafaa hai toh zamaane ke liye aa..
kuch toh mere pindaar-e-mohabbat ka bharam rakh
tu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manaane ke liye aa..
ek umr se hoon lazzat-e-giriyaa se bhi maharuum
aye raahat-e-jaan mujh ko rulaane ke liye aa..
ab tak dil-e-khushfeham ko tujh se hain ummiden
ye aakharii shamma bhi bujhaane ke liye aa ....”

― Ahmad Faraz

The above shayari, when weaved into music and sung by Mehndi Hassan is my All time favorite ghazal. It is ethereal and vulnerable and transpires an air of mystique and brilliance about itself each time i hear it. There is something about Urdu poetry that inspires awe in me. I am not sure if its the linguistic flair or its persian influence that attracts me more to it, but its definitely worth an attempt.

Unlike legal jargon which drive me absolutely nuts
Shayari seems incomprehendible in ways i prefer,driving me nuts in ways i like

Yeh ishq naheen aasaan, bas itna samajh lijiye

Ik aag ka dariya hai, aur doob ke jaanaa hai

- Mirza Ghalib

Probably the first shayari i had ever heard.  More than the words itself,i remember the way the curly haired woman onscreen had recited it. Every word full of an era gone by and  pause of anguish at the end of each line. *sigh* 
I guess the ghazal's my dad would routinely hear at home got to me after all. 

Yeh ishq nahi aasaan

bas itna samajh lijiye

is aag me jalne ki

jald baazi na kijiye 

Is ishq mein nafrat bhi, is ishq mein junoon hain

yeh woh toofan hai jisme thandi sukhoon hai

is par zor nahin, yeh wo aatish hai

therav jo shor mein simti

har lahu mein khwaish hai

Yeh ishq nahi aasaan

bas itna samajh lijiye

jalti aag me jo kood chuke hain

paar karke hi dum lijiye

- Karishma Singh