Monday, April 20, 2015

Artist Aloud Music Awards 2015: Hungama Maangta Hai!







Music they say transcends beyond boundaries, compartments and horizons. India is renowned worldwide not only for the diversity in its languages, customs and cultures but also the immense plethora of talent you’ll find in India. And not just in its roots, but Indians have performed exemplarily in the various forms of associations and fusions too.

In order to celebrate this community especially the independent and underground artists, Artistaloud.com initiated the Artist Aloud Music Awards in 2010. Interestingly, it is an online voting forum where listeners can log in and then listen to their favourite artists as well as explore new artists not only Indian but artists from the global platform.


This year will see the fourth edition of the Artist Aloud Music Awards sponsored by Hungama and public voting is on till the 6th of May, 2015 respectively at the website itself. It is interesting to see the likes of popular artists such as Shreya Ghoshal, Shankar Mahadevan, Honey Singh and Raghav Sachar alongside superbly talented artists.


There are various genres of music such as Pop, Rock, Fusion and Global Music. Further, there are various sub-categories for each such as Best Song, Best Female artist, Best Male artist and Best Group respectively. 


In the Pop category, my favourite artists are Shankar Mahadevan, Raghav Sachar, Sayani Palit, Bharat Leppard, Itida, Ninad Mulaokar,  Ranajoy and Soulsmiths. You’ll be amused to note, television actors like Rajev Paul and Veena Malik have also been nominated in the categories.


In the Rock category, I liked Wine Stains ( love the name as well as the name of their song, Kiss My Ass and say Goodbye :P ), John Mpamei, Sheldon Pereira and Parikrama among others.

Fusion is my most favourite category and I personally feel that fusion represents talent in the most extraordinaire manner. Shruti Pathak, Viraj Bahri, Lalitya Munshaw, Rimita (love the folk fusion) are some awesome artists in this category. The semi-classical and South Indian tracks are quite transient too! The international artists have conjured up some interesting fusion tracks too! Do have a look for sure!


Last but not the least is the Global music. The mixes and globalised conceptions are out of this world! Tagore Trance, Helge Krabye, Abiogenesis, Ed Degenario, Utsav Dan and Topshe are some of my favorites from this category!

Call me biased but I am suppressing this proud smile of witnessing such awesome Bengali music being created and felicitated.  I am one of those few people who manage to hum along music and one of the rare Bengalis who isn’t trained in music but have a knack for music.


I think Artist Aloud is a wonderful platform. I wish more and more people listen to these amazing artists! I have voted for my favourite artists. Hop in to artistaloud.com/aama now and vote!


 May the best rhythm win and let music take over! Make music quit war!

ZOVI Hai, Sahi Hai !

Here here here! Let us all take this moment to appreciate the transitions in Nature we are often too busy to explore! And while the moms and grannies are busy washing and drying off the winter clothes and the fathers and grandpas are busy packing ‘em all up on the top most shelf of our closets, it is that time of the year when we let our skin breathe and look breath-taking of course!

Which simply means… MORE SHOPPING!
Considering the internet boom we’re all experiencing, buying clothes online is the trend of the day. This is most definitely a welcome break-away from the taboos and negatives assumptions we’ve held about getting the right size, the right material and the issues about how real really can the virtual diaspora get?
The answer lays in the wind my friend.
Online shopping is no more the future of internet but rather the very present! And if you happen to visit good websites then the measurements, the money backs and the materials are all for you to choose from. It gets as real as it would be in real. I was provided an opportunity to visit one such website called ZOVI ,  addressed at www.zovi.com and was asked to choose my summer/spring look from their collection.

I’ve always believed in the spirit of fashion than fashion in its magazine covers and paraphernalia of what is in and what is not. Beauty is what you feel and when you express that beauty with the poise and comfort that you feel within, that is my sense of the word FASHION.

THE WOMEN’S COLLECTION


As I strolled through the women’s section first, what caught my eye is how ZOVI has kept the Indian working woman in mind while putting forth their collection. From a collection of kurtis and leggings to formal shirts and trousers and the informal shirts and tees and jeans, cotton pants and skirts, the website is splashed with the zest for life and reflections of the youth.


























 Some features that you'll love about the website:

Measurement concerns:

We've all had those moments of anxiety when we've looked at a dress online and were unsure of whether it'll fit us right or not! But here's one such problem, busted and away!


Ease of access: everything is detailed and moving from one product to another or from product to cart and back, is all very simple.


Sidebar to shortcut: There is a sidebar which can help you filter out to your specific search in a few clicks. Such specifications help in saving a lot of time.



Drag and Select to view later: One can drag his/her choice of clothes and accessories to a window down below and can then look at the shortlisted items. This helps in choosing an entire ensemble at great ease.





 P.S. Found this really pretty dress in there too. But I added it to my wishlist because I want to fit in an M and not buy an L. Hence, I'm all up for losing a few inches! But you must check this out fast before it goes out of stock!







THE MEN’S COLLECTION



The Men’s collection is even more vibrant I feel, contrary to what most fashion trends boast of- How fashion is mostly for the womenfolk. I completely disagree and ZOVI seems to agree with me on this! You have to check out the beautiful splash of colors available for the men’s collection-be it linen semi-formal shirts or the formal cotton ones, the khakis and the suede trousers, the peach and navy blues, all immaculately displayed.



 In absolute love with the ZOVI linen and cotton shirts collection. My favorites would be:




I love how spring and summers represent a plethora of colors. Then why must girls have all the fun? :) Men have a whole lot to choose from!







Why just western and formal/semi-formal wear? Time to be Indian, the Zovi Way! Look at the beautiful kurtas that can make anyone look handsome paired with casual jeans or even churidar-pyjamas!





WHITE PYJAMAS

OFF-WHITE PYJAMAS


There are size options for men too.





FOOTWEAR
Interestingly, even the footwear has a lot of variety for men as well as women! Here's a sneak peak!












On that note, let me flaunt some of the amazing stuff I bought from the Zovi website and let me remind you… When it comes to beauty, let size not dominate your sense of fashion. Fashion is what you construe, not what the world defines for you.








This was super fun and I am sure with exclusive features such as




Shopping at Zovi has become super comfortable and of course, super fun!
What's more... the order was delivered to me in 2 days! Isn't that awesome?






Hope you liked my choices and I insist that you guys explore the website. Check out the amazing ongoing discounts and let me know if I must pick something I may have missed! Love the weather and love yourselves!
GO SPLURGE ladies and gentlemen!

This blog post is initiated for the #BlogForZovi campaign and the views, images and opinions expressed above are entirely personal. All the images are lyperlinked to their respective ZOVI links so that you can directly go and buy them! Click on the images to visit the online store!

For more offers and information, do visit ZOVI at www.zovi.com




Saturday, March 14, 2015

One Step At A Time, Time After Time!






We celebrated my sister’s thirteenth birthday yesterday, 13th of March; first celebration without our mother around. Mom had been overly enthusiastic about celebrating Pari’s birthday this time, to hark the onset of her teenage life. However, here is the twist: Her birthday was on the 27th of February and she had her final examinations then. Thus, keeping in mind the celebration that Mum wanted and an excuse to bring a smile on Pari’s face, I organised this celebration treat for her school friends right after the day her exams got over.

We went to Taste of China, though it was a random choice out of the possible options available at Connaught Place, it happened to be one of the places where my mother happened to have had a rather hearty dinner on our family date to the venue. The manager somehow recognised me when I’d met him a day prior to the treat, and I informed him about my mother’s demise to which he promised to be there with me throughout the party tomorrow.

And truly, I am grateful to Mr.Anthony for his kindness. I couldn’t have pulled through this party without his aid. My heart swelled with a thousand thoughts climaxing time and again within my mind. From managing phone calls of Pari’s friends to asking the maid to clean up on time..to convincing Granny to join us as Dad had an important meeting and couldn’t join us.


The other part of me … my heart felt slightly guilty of organising a celebration so shortly after Mum passed away. Ideally, we must go through a period of abstinence from all things fun, be on a remorseful journey, healing our wounds.
However, I hate to see my sister upset. Mom had so many plans for her. She was so excited about this party. I could not let this moment go by. The tug of war continued in my heart as I dialed numbers and conversed with the parents of children who were to come for the treat. I had my apprehensions. No, I like kids. That’s not the point.
The point is, when you are suffering, when you are hungry of love and warmth yourself, how do you radiate warmth? Is a transformation from being a victim of circumstances to a survivor, possible? What if I ruin it for my sister? What if I am actually anti-social now (I  have fought with and distanced most of the people I  know at this moment)? How then will I manage to host a party for teenagers who’d be all pumped up and full of life?


Thoughts haunted me, threatening to consume me in its façade!

Only then my sister hugged me from behind. I was startled back to reality as she faced me and there she was! Wearing a new dress that we’d bought for the occasion, she was the prettiest sight I’ve laid my eyes on, for quite some time! Pari was gleaming and that smile radiated and shone like it were my North Star.




There are these moments in life when you realise, we need to smile through our tears instead of stopping them from flowing. It is okay to let go and it is okay to make mistakes, as long as we are okay being through the process of healing.
We reached Taste of China about fifteen minutes late and Nani was already hissing with embarrassment because we were behind schedule! What bowled my stumps was the fact that the children were already there and Mr.Anthony was playing host to them while we arrived! I cannot remember the last time I’ve flushed so badly! However, the children ran to us and hugged Paarijat and then hugged me. Who can stay grim around children?


I smiled though teary eyed. Children are amazing; it is unfathomable how they don’t judge you even if you are being stupid or unreasonable! One smile from them can make your day! We went on to huddle around a table and ordered for our food.
Soon after, I got a call from Pallavi, my school friend. Interestingly… we are from the same school these kids study in. She’s an incredibly amazing home baker and she curated a magnificent cake for my sister!




At one instant, your world reverberates from “I’m all alone” to “Wow! So many angels around me!”


I think what I learned from yesterday, apart from smiling again was that sometimes in life, we must reach out and take that leap of faith. Yes, we may fall, that fear comes along with the package! However, when we’re already at rock bottom, how deeper can we really fall more?









Just like some songs.. Some songs make you melancholic, some help you cry, and those very songs hold our hand and swoon along with us. And then angels around us make sure we’re smiling and a gentle tug at our chin comes with a whisper “Chin up, Girl!! Chin UP!

I wish to thank Housing for the prompt .




I wish to thank Housing for the prompt .

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

From HOUSE to HOME:The Journey without Her

There is something so welcoming about coming back to your home after a long tiring day at the office or a vacation. Going out seems fun and exciting, but coming back home is something that we long for. The comfort of those four walls is irreplaceable. However, coming back to that very house caused ache in my heart now. Every turn that we took on the roads of Delhi, inching closer to the house, my breath got choked within.

My hands seemed painfully heavy even though I had immersed the ashes of my late mother into the Holy Ganges at the Tulsi Ghat in Varanasi. It was perhaps the absence that stung more. There, the last turn and we were there at the entrance of the house.

I was asked to wait outside the gate for yet another ritual. As I stood, I looked at the black iron door that had begun to rust from the sides. The rustic redness of her lips appeared into my vision and the familiarity threatened to choke me again. She’d pestered me to make a name plate for the house and I’d procrastinated so much that eventually the matter was simply forgotten. The blank space on the door mocked me now.
The rituals were done with and finally, we entered.

I was greeted by the wall in our drawing room, yellow and bright smeared by a huge collage of my parent’s recent trip to Holland. The 49yr old lady seemed blossoming. Who would believe that she wasn’t alive? I’d never see her smile and giggle like a child, or touch her baby cheeks.

Tears stung my eyes.

I went to her room and closed the door behind me. My family understood the message clearly and did not interfere. And there it was, “her space”. I saw it and only then believed it. Until then, I always thought that a house becomes home willingly. That you could befriend a house and any space could be your space.
But then, there are some spaces that are exclusive. That smell of you, reflect your tastes, introduce you to the world and make others realise of your absence when you’re not there.





I keep going back to her space. Looking at that space makes me happy and sad both. Happy because it reminded me of her, her hugs, her smile, the way she’d half-lie, half-sit… the manner in which she’d call out my name from there.. Sad because all of it would never be real again but only become fragments of memories we’d made.


However, I am grateful. Grateful for this space, this house which she turned into a home. For her husband, her kids. To keep her alive among us, to live laugh and cry together. With her and without her.





I wish to thank Housing for the prompt .