The Dance of Love

Love has its own novel ways of expressing itself. Be it through the historic flowers, the passionate and dewy chocolates, cutie teddies or the ever-sparkling jewelleries, love has always managed to confess itself through these congenial forms. But. But… since it’s a dance fanatic who’s writing this, I would, in utmost respect, wouldn’t forget a form of love, that is so uniquely heavenly, so uniting and hey, it actually gives a whole new meaning to that often misunderstood 4-letter word…


Dance….

The art of physically proposing the mind’s feelings, I would call it. The words that don’t flow from the lips here, but from the rhythm of the body. The impeccable movements which not only bring together two lovers, but also…two souls, to display, describe and to caress the matters of the unseen bond of love…

Dance has its varied forms like hip-hop, the body twisting freestyle, the hip-swinging Lambarda or the chivalrous Ballroom dance, but the dance that speaks the language of love right from the first move...lies away from them all…


Dancing its way to glory…here comes...THE DANCE OF PASSION & SEDUCTION –


                                                            RUMBA…

Brought to the nation of Cuba through the African slaves imported from Spain, the Rumba is a romantic and flirtatious dance, in which the Ladiezzzz have an upper hand. The music flows by following the “Slow-Quick-Quick” rhythm and therefore engulfs the more itemized hip movements (from Cuba) with a fluid arm styling.

Unlike other western dances, this sensual Latin Dance is usually a spot dance, in which the dancers do not move around the floor or the room.

According to folklore, the Dance revolves around the man trying to woo the Lady and the Lady trying to resist his stylized moves…Hmmm!! Quite a profound and profusely well-made dance….


The Cuban’s original Rumba folk dance is a spectacular “Pas-de-deux”, utilizing the art of sexuality in its fold and is danced extremely fast using the hips.


The Dance of Rumba today, cannot be named as the native dance as the Ballrooms of the world, actually move to the rhythm of the “SON” (slower) or “DANZON” (even slower), which are a much slower and polite version of the frantic, roller coaster like Rumba.

So, Ladies…Pull up your romantic indexes, keep your bow and arrows ready and put on your dancing shoes to titillate your partners in this “DANCE OF LOVE”!!

Stoned words

Lost Life
No routes
Detours are all I have.
Can't turn,
Can't stop,
Memories I save.
Talk less,
Sleep nomore,
Find solace in a rave.
Cuts heal,
Wounds settle,
I wave...

Honey

The Master of Mush - Ekta Kapoorrrr

Ekta Kapoor may not be so famous and legendary in terms of her saas-bahu serials and the usual camaraderie of emotional dramas, but for once, just this once, I like her….I fancy the inflow of mushy love scenes that invoke in me a feeling of love bygone. That romantic music, that long-lasting love sequences that no longer find shelter in today’s paid love, make me spring in my step and instantly transport me in a world full of flowers abloom and love in its full urban high. I accept im kinda unconventional and little bit like an old horse in this aspect, but for me, that’s love. Ekta Kapoor’s serials enunciate the true meaning of love for me, for my heart and for my life…they bring out the joie de vivre, that’s somewhere disintegrated in my body.

The emergence of love is such that nowadays, believe it or not, the hunger of it is more…there are more and more people wanting to be loved rather than to love. It’s unique and in a tumultuous way, it seems piteous that we as modern day man and woman are so helpless when it comes to receiving love…we literally have to graze for it in highlands and where not like a meagre cow, who searches for its fodder. I remember one particular sequence in one of her serials where the main lead actually delivers a huge humdrum on love in sad melancholy and believe it or not, I felt that to some extent it was so true and meaningful for me. I still live in a world where I expect my man to load with me cards with I LOVE YOU written all over it, to shower me with excessive attention , give me unasked surprises and last but not the least, make time out and just gaze in each other’s eyes for eternity…Ahhhh!! My thirst is endless…but what to do. I am bluntly romantic and Ekta Kapoor’s serials make me more delved into the dream world of love. The chup-chup ke milna, the dhire-dhire se paas aana and blah blah…ummm…sounds just so much like my name…sweet & honeyish!!

In an age where the hubby and the wifey both need separate master bedrooms for both their dilemma days , my kinda love is like chalk and cheese…too lovey-dovey and yes, with a pinch of spice in it…

Wires of Love...

I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…

Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.

Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.

Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….

Wires of Love

I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…

Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.

Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.

Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….

An Amitian Tribute(To my classmates)- Part 1

Its been exactly 2 weeks since I waved goodbye to Amity and ASCO(Amity School of Communication) and guys, I miss you all.No matter what characters we all were and no offence to any foolishness that all of us did. But ahoy! those 2 years with you were just fantabulous.
You guys taught me lots of things .....lots of new ways to counter situations and ;)

This post is a tribute to each of my classmate for the way they were and I hope they stay the same(whenever i meet them next):

1. Anupam Saxena - The man as quiet as the sea but as composed as the sea too. A Big techie and a big APPLE fannn. His fanning was so much that he bought an Apple i Phone although he knew it wasnt that much worth it (I hope I am right anupam). Never used to talk much but always talked sense. Kudos to You.....

2. The Goofy Awnesh Gulati - The German NRI or the first NRI in the world who hated being one. He loved India so much that he till date hadnt seen SHOLAY . Yes, the movie any indian could die for... A Good photographer and a great person from heart. Loved ur bike dude... and plsss watch Mother India and Sholay. The jitters he conjured up right before the german exam was hilarious and yes, too foolish too.... But, AG, U ROCK!

3. Tanya Sarkar - Wonder how she used to collect so much sleep that one could always find her sleeping in class (no offence tani :) ) . An unusually quiet person , deep within her books and a person with a lovely smile....

4. Casanova Himanshu Pankaj - Ohhhh, the wrath of this lad was such that if he had hiss way, he wouldnt even leave the teachers !!! A guy with a great personality andd an attitude true to his rajputana roots! Never present in class but also never short of attendance. An effortless dancer with an ability to crack such corny jokes that even the charlie chaplin would speak up in his praise!

5. Manuj Bharadwaj - Ae chore! Love ur haryanvi accent man... A true jaat to the core and man, could he crack any problem in the world . The next Narendra Modi on the Block . India is in your hands man....

6. Qashish Chopra - Her Q just stands out...with her amazing soft tone accent that reminds me of the old-world british aristocratic women just out of the cage! ummmm...... presentable , an uber-cool personality . One word - SUAVE! Way to go girl....

7. Sonioooo Jain - I so want to see her in an Indian Attire.... wait let her get out of her shorts first. She has this very attractive things about her that you just feel like goingg up and saying hey wassup to heer!! Basketball is in her veins....

There r lots to go but you know ..I gotta start sumwere first... guys.... hope ill miss u all and hope u liked this bit of my tribute to our years.... no offence meant... Love Hons...

Amitian Moments - An Introduction(Part 1)

This post is not one of those literary masterpieces that bloggers like me strive to aim for . But, it is a collection of an indiviual's memories of her 2 years that she never expected , would crop up in her life. Today, as she is all set to depart from this world to another, she feels a sense of deja vu, a corner in her heart is being fragmented and all she can do is let it happen...

I entered Amity University,India in the summer of July 2007 , running away from a place and a mannequin like life , that had literally engulfed me . I was feeling trapped and so closed from within that my mind and soul needed to be independent...

Amity University - We nurture talent. That's the tagline it boasts of. I dont know how much talent does it actually produce but yes, this place has given me a lifetime of my life, moments and times I am already starting to miss and above all, my first time experience of a HOSTEL LIFE.

It was scary actually for a lazy ass like me , when she came to know that everything in the Hostel had to be done on your own! I had never even washed my clothes myself before this, but as they say, it happened. I was booed, I was shit scared by everyone I met, but yes, deep down I knew, that this is going to be a start for my new birth, new emotions, new people and a new experience.

I had after careful thought chosen to pursue , Masters in Mass Communication and Journalism and with a thud and a bang , I landed in my class of MJMC(abbreviation), a bunch of people, who for the next two years would not only change my life but also become an important part of it.
(I would explain each member , and trust me, ur gona love it)

This was just the introduction , a backgrounder of sorts, so u know what I will be talking about. I,myself do not know how many parts it's going to run for, but yes, all I know is that, this is something, which made Honey PROUD of her decisions!!