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Fashion Unveiled

Posted: May 15, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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Fashion is so overrated nowadays, what is fashionable to me may be a fashion faux pas to someone else, but the trick is to wear something which pleases you as well as the others because face it, no one today dresses for themselves, they put on clothes to impress others so what’s the use if that one thing you are trying to accomplish gets defeated? In between all this the definintion of fashion changed from “wearing anything that’s comfortable” to “wearing something in which people will notice you”. And in that race many people got left behind, wondering when and how they became outcasts because that’s what the other people call them. Not to worry now is the time for the other people to get in line too. First and foremost WHAT IS FASHION? If you think that wearing anything that fits you be it your dad’s jeans and say for instance your mum’s top then no, you are making a huge mistake, this is what fashion was back in the day not now, Fashion nowadays is more like wearing what is in trend and for that you really have to follow the trend. The actual trick is not the dress, well yes it is to an extent, but mostly it is how you carry yourselves and how confident you feel about yourself, that’s actually what defines you, then how you accesorize your clothes that also tells a lot about you, a ring worn in the finger then a bracelet say a lot about you than you actually think, you just put on a hairband or a clip but that also tells a story about how you are? The nail paint you are wearing, the shoes every single thing tells a story, black says you are aggressive, pink you are shy etc. So, now you know that choosing an outfit is not the only difficult thing, how you do your make up. You put on make up or not, what length is you hair, do you or do you not properly groom yourself? And here you thought that just a getting that perfect outfit was the only problem, if you know the whole drill then that will be the least of your problems, and here everyone wonders what takes girls so long to dress up? Well they have absolutely no idea what a war we girls have to go through to get all dolled up and ready to go. 
The fashion ordeal doesn’t only end at the clothes and accessories, the most important thing is you, yourself, how fit you are? How healthy you are? For us girls that also falls in fashion and health tab of our life. The perfect 36-24-36 hourglass measurement is the cliche everyone wants to have and for that you can do about anything. Let me tell you friends its about the ratio and not about the exact numbers you could be 38-26-38 also and you still would be hourglass, why is there this hype? It’s because of misinformation and there are many girls dying due to malnourishment and anorexia to get that so called “zero figure”. Trust me girls there is nothing so beautiful in “zero figure” eat, live life but now that doesn’t mean you go on eating and get bulimia..Haha!! So exercise right and east right to stay fit. And there is also this war for us girls between eating and not getting fat. Even if you don’t have an hourglass figure just try to dress the part by wearing belts that accentuate your waist as you know hourglass is all about the waist, wear dark colour jeans that make you look slimmer then wear heels that accentuate your torso. So, don’t worries if you don’t have it you can still bluff others till you get it! So, here is a part of fashion unmasked. Only a part because to encompass the whole word in itself is a very difficult thing. So from now on just get that lovely dress accessorize properly and accentuate that figure and you get going and no one will call you an outcast any longer and will take you in their group as long as you hold that head up high and stride forward no one will stop you. Picking up that dress and accessories is still easy the difficult part is the being fit part its not as easy as it seems, For all those food lovers out there I pen down the names of some such foods which are fat burners,:
1. Remember when they said an apple a day keeps the doctor away, well I don’t know about the doctor part but they definitely do keep the carbs away! 
2. Almonds and other nuts (with skins intact)
Build muscle, reduce cravings
3. Dairy products (fat-free or low-fat milk, yogurt, cheese)
Build strong bones, fire up weight loss
4. Eggs
Build muscle, burn fat
5. Turkey and other lean meats
Build muscle, strengthen immune system
6. Berries
Improve satiety, prevent cravings
7. Enova oil (soy and canola oil)
Promotes fullness, not easily stored as fat
8. Peanut butter 
Boosts testosterone (a good thing even in women), builds muscle, burns fat
9. Fatty fish (such as salmon, tuna, mackerel)
Trigger fullness, fire up fat burning
10. Grapefruit
Lowers insulin, regulates blood sugar and metabolism; be sure to eat the fleshy white membranes
11. Green tea
Fires up fat burning
12. Chili peppers
Spikes metabolism
13. Spinach and green vegetables
Fight free radicals and improve recovery for better muscle building
14. Whole grains (quinoa, brown rice, whole grain cereal)
Small doses prevent body from storing fat
15. Beans and legumes
Build muscle, help burn fat, regulate digestion
16. Whey
Builds muscle, burns fat.

Whenever you want to eat something deliciously tasty oblige yourself by only one or two helpings if you crave more then remember
A moment on your lips is a lifetime on your hips.
The moment will pass easliy as it had arrived but you have to do a lot of work to remove that lifetime from your hips.So, dress wisely, accessorize properly, and eat healthy and last but not the least stay fit! 

Ishani Dutta

KIIT University

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Maybelline or Loreal

Posted: March 7, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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This is another article from my profound surveillance during travelling. I havn’t been to abroad hitherto so with respect to INDIA , poverty standards are miles behind

the usage or some even awareness of mobile phones, 

coutures of GUCCI,FCUK,PETER ENGLAND or other denumerable brands….

and if i put a glint over girl power , which cannot be underestimated ever if contended by skin (lightening,brightening or which may sometimes sanguine when needs to be blushed) products like OLAY,PONDS,LAKME dovetailing with manicured highlightining products like MAYBELLINE, ELLE18 conversing with assorted products of winter moisturisation and some SPF protections / blemishes,pores or denumerable skin problems removing products….atleast i would be…:))

but apart from all luring and giving ostentatious looks to other sexes, i witnessed a girl

with hair which never had a spa ever or even combed somehow , every strand badly entangled with another…

with pale eyes which were not made colossal by liner or mascaras but were calm and contended but still require something….may be the few bucks in the vessel she was holding,actually that vessel already had some coins which could hardly buy a one time meal…

and those eyes whisper….

i am contended towards what i have but the world forces me to desire for more…

with the skin which doesnot require any moisturisation but the warmth touch of few bucks…

with the nails badly manicured with the accumulated dust and any sanitiser cannot do wonders..

Her summer attire in extreme winters made me shiver one could not configure the colour of her mired clothing.Her footwear darned badly just to make it last longer, may be a bit more longer than i would think…

is there anyone who must be blamed for this kid …me (who was just staring her to add another post), you (who simply reading),her parents, government,she herself 0r GOD…..i myself couldn’t configure….

P.S. i wish every such child gets an angel who could get them rid of this condition soon….ufff GOD bless our country…

Shefali Arora

shefaliarora340@gmail.com

Home…

Posted: December 2, 2012 by Ankur in Writes...
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You reminded of my home,
much lovely than Paris,
more beautiful than Rome…

when from office, papa came late,
It’s by chance or my good fate.
where keys of the car are always on refrigerator,
with its tank full, that’s always better.

loved the occasion when kitchen was full of sweets,
in my room, music roaring on high beats.
in frustration when mumma shouts,
forced me to move out.
with friends all around,
excitement, thrill and happiness surround,
car moving on broad street,
there’s only accelerator under my feet.

visiting to places where all sadness fade,
remember the false excuses, to papa, I made.
a place where life was so easy,
younger brother’s holiday homework,
always kept me busy.
A place where grandma and grandpa always blesses,
someone else was always there to take care of my dresses.
A place where I got time to play outdoor,
even after using orkut, facebook and twitter.
where old religious rituals never bored,
and scolding from elders felt much sweeter.

on any auspicious occasion,
every second, in the span of time,
I really miss my home,
much lovely than Paris,
more beautiful than Rome…

Rishabh Barmecha

VIT University, Vellore

master_com2011@yahoo.in

My experience of Delhi.

Posted: November 2, 2012 by Ankur in Writes...
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Delhi is a city that holds new surprises for everyone, every day. Delhi is a city where youmay not find Marina beach, but you may findyour thoughts building gradually and you’re suddenly smiling lying down on a sunny winter day in the Lodhi Gardens. Delhi is a city of Hotel Taj to Hotel Darbaari. It is a city of Terminal-3 of Airport to the crowded New Delhi Railway station. It is a city of Metro to Buses in which people hang down like pendulums. Delhi is a city where love brews or maybe, ends. Delhi is a city of Delhi-ites and it is the city of India-ites.

Delhi is “The City for Everyone”

One thing is for sure that, whoever comes to this city comes for a purpose. What kind of purposes? Maybe, protests; maybe, earning for life; maybe, studies and what not. In fact,one may come here to get indulged in politics. From my college, I see a huge ground that is open for all. The ground is famously known as Ramleela Ground. Yes, you guessed it right; it is the ground that hosts Anna Hazare and Ramdev protests. Sometimes even, for some kind of Left parties protest; sometimes kind of protests against poverty, water bills etc.; protests for development; protests against hikes in petrol, diesel; protests for this and that. Duh, and what not…! These protests start from such grounds (another example is Jantar Mantar) and go on to roads yelling Murdabaad or Zindabaad! It is worth mentioning that in the current time Delhi has become the city of protests. The locals and the ones who became locals after arriving in this city have also joined hands with these city protest force s. Indeed, I doubt if so much hoo-bah happens in other parts of the country.

Barring this, Delhi is also a city of work. When, I walk through the streets, I see mammoth buildings and in those buildings thousands of people working their arses offjust for some salary (this salary marks their livings too). Not to forget it’s not only businessmen or elite classes or middle class travelling neatly in casuals in Metro or Mercedes; but there are also the MCD (better to be understood as Nagar Palika) workers or the rickshaw pullers or the auto-walas or the laborers. These people from some poor parts of the country come to the Capital for some job and not to mention they find these kinds of jobs and are doing well. Indeed, Delhi provides life to every citizen of the country even to the rag-pickers or the ‘jeb-katre’.
P.S. Some people also fake broken legs or hands or what not, for begging and become experts in that.

Ain’t i forgetting Food and Students. Food: the desilicious landmark of the city. Whether it be branded high-class clubs, hotels, restaurants or let it be the likes of Jama Masjid famous chicken or Kulfi faluda in Chandni chowk. Whether it be the panner tikkas at Hyatt or be it the kebabs at Karim’s. Delhi is alone and lonely without food. The authenticity lies in the food of Delhi makes the city more of us to love it! And on the other hand, what is Delhi without the students? Best of the universities of the country like DU, JNU, JAMIA, IIMC, IIT, and NIFT etc. are located here. Students come for studies, and then tofind a job and start earning for their lives. But in the middle of their college life (with the exceptions of some) most students reckon to get fashionable and become a part of fashion-ista society. Speaking fluent English, carrying Blackberries or Androids, walking or riding bikes or listening to music,over-whelming the beauty of the restaurants on thei r respective dates, being Love-birds and romancing in public (or showing off) is a regular scene. Even the students, from other parts of country are also joining the league in the city.
Am not criticizing, neither i am trying to follow the footsteps of William Dalrymple, it’sjust that being an outsider itself i just find Delhi is full of amaze. Be it the busy streets of Old Delhi or the sexiness of South Delhi. Let it be the studious North Campus or be it the classic markets and monuments. Delhi is a damn fun city and if you explore it you will not regret it. It’s true that it is being flawed at the moments but still this is the best city to live in. You’ll never find the Jatt language and the tehzeeb of U.P. in the same city. You will never find the culture of whole India merged into a single city.

As it is said, the one who dies his ashes should be laid off in Varanasi. So it also should be said that, in one life to see the realmagic one should visit Delhi once. Delhi, Delhi, Delhi. Maybe, I am wrong; but for me, Delhi is the city of majnus and lailas, Delhi is the city of Life, Delhi is the city of Smiles, Delhi is the city of joy. Believe me this city will definitely surprise you every day because Delhi is the city of all Indians. 🙂

Ayush Shukla

Zakir Husain Delhi College, Univ. Of Delhi.

Ishuexpress@gmail.com

http://facebook.com/amigos.lifez

My LITTLE WARRIOR

Posted: August 30, 2012 by Ankur in Writes...
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They see me fearless
I stand up alone,
My knees still tremble
I still look for my home.
But my eyes look at them 
Perfectly straight into their eyes,
Yes , I am brave
Because my fear is in disguise.
I walk with passion 
My head held up in the sky,
My head speaks confidence..
My heart speaks ‘a lie’.
I chase the monsters 
I bring them to death,
With each droplet of blood 
I lose my breath.
The fight for right
This question for wrong ,
This search for me
The truth where I belong …
Seems to disappear 
In the hazy mirror of streets,
This brave girl wakes up
every night from her sleep.

Payal Arora

National Institute of Fashion Technology

pylarora05@gmail.com

 

 

 

Messy Mess

Posted: February 24, 2012 by Ankur in Writes...
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Once an angel granted me a wish.
I was offed a
A kingdom of wisdom and A palace of gold
And all the fancies my mind can hold?”


I,
With empty stomach and
blowing nose.
just begged for a simple desire.
KILL THE PERSON WHO DECIDES MY MESS MENU.
The angel, anxiously staring at me, ask it’s reason politely.
Taking off my shirt, I stood over a table and screamed…

Hell yeah! I have to deal with the worst food combination…
A combination, more painful to stand than any beiber song.
Idli with daal, egg without salt, rice and salty water(they call it sambar) and so..on!
I may seem to act terrible, mean and vicious…


But cakes without icing breaks my heart.
Ice cold samosa, and hot juices catalyze my anger.
Burger with a microscopic level potato inside makes me cry and scream.
It feels like the butter chicken and biryani are just in my dream..

The worlds knows that a love break up hurts..
But the pain of reaching the mess at 2:31 PM, a minute after it officially closes is unbearable, intolerable and unspeakable.…
I am happy to die a virgin, happy to live without a chick but I can’t stand a glass of milk without sugar…
Oh sorry! Sugar is available but with flies sitting over it :/

I aspire and i die for the yummy flesh over the chicken, Never ceasing to amuse.
I love it’s funny wrinkles
And the crunch way it chews.
But Until then:


Morning : Maggie, 
afternoon: Maggie,
Evening: Maggie,
Night: Maggie 
Dreams: Maggie 
Next morning: Maggie
Next afternoon: Maggie
.
.
.
Maggie forever.

Nikhil Chandwani
VIT University, Vellore

Pleased to meet you, Mess Food

Posted: February 9, 2012 by Ankur in Writes...
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Mess food lives up to it’s name. Time and time again.

Once too often I have found myself contemplating running out of the mess, going to Reddy uncle#, buying a ticket home; reaching home and devouring true Sāmbhar-rice, as I pour a ladle full of turmeric powder + tomato + water mixture for myself.

My cooking at home, all of a sudden, did not seem so bad when I broke my first piece of chapatti here in the mess. 
Despite being dipped in oil or uncooked with flour still flying off it as I used both my hands to tear and shove a mouthful of the nutritious chapatti, it still has been my staple diet for the past two years.

Nutritious: if not for that magic word, how many people would frequent the mess? Like they do anyway. I know some people love mess food*snort* I’m sorry, but you have been misled. {I accept no liability for the content of this piece or for the consequences of any actions taken on the basis of the information (fine, data) provided. You are not the intended recipient and are notified that taking any action in reliance on the contents of this information is strictly prohibited.}

I may sound bitter about mess food, but here is why I eat the tasteless food they give: I don’t have a choice. That means I’m supposed to be bitterer, bitter about the unavailability of a choice maybe, but not so much with the only alternative left to starving. Thank you, dear Mess. Food. 

One can’t live on hotel food, day in and day out, not even Mr. Hilton can, I am sure. What with NC’s# legendary overuse-reuse policy with oil. No thank you! Sigh, if only I could get myself to skip meals (my mother would be so proud that I cannot.)

Just how many meals can you substitute with fruits and bread? You start craving for salt.

The salt story: I’ll be brief. The curries served taste sweet to me. My taste buds have gone haywire (we know who’s to blame, don’t we), or the mess people use sugar (coconut seems more probable) instead of salt and spices.

In lieu of standing in such queues that boggle your mind wishing you were Spiderman or Matilda- and get the cardboard(chaps) buffeted on the shiny(shiny with spilled rasam: rasam, my foot!) granite surface (no expense spared) as a million people mill around the spoon-vessel shouting “akka, spoon kaali!” (yes, our mess runs out of spoons, much to the chagrin of the rice-eaters who are already late for class, having stood in the mile-long queue)- most simply are pushed into eating instant noodles.

Coming back to my attendance in the mess, why? Oh why?
One place where you get with your friends and gossip, cuss and thup at the stuff we have laden on out plates, exchange pleasantries, wish them well with classes until next time, and read the newspaper.

True story: when my friend and I were having breakfast (the mess was relatively empty. Morning classes combined with the slow mess akka who turns a shameless deaf ear to the siren keeps them away), she mused aloud about how sugary the coffee was today. 
“It’s always been like this macha”
“no dude, it’s different today, actually tastes like coffee. It’s been a semester since I tasted good stuff like this in the mess. Different cook, you think?”
“That good?”
“Sip?”
It nearly singed my tongue, but…
“That is tea you dope head!”

#Reddy uncle: the go-to guy in college.. bus/train tickets, recharging your phone, biscuits, chips, samosas.
#NC: Night Canteen. works to keep people awake and helps them cope with bad-mess-dinner days.

Sneha Divakaran

NITK, Surathkal

My Foodale..!

Posted: December 15, 2011 by Ankur in Writes...
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How I wonder our lifestyle scurrying so fast as we abode with everyday technologies. This had made our need to everything instant and crack. Thus, food being one of the compulsions to survive has to be of the same kind. So we mostly cross over to junk foods rather than time-consuming home-made food or to be more accurate after going away from home we go scarce of home-made food and due to shedload of work we usually ignore. But, as we know, food being one of the compulsions for survival we often have it during extreme hunger and that to again instant and stomach-filling ‘junk food.’

Well my story is sort of different as I don’t go for junkies nor am I away from city hustle-bustle. It may sound odious to you, but it’s true. To be frank, I was a die-hard junk-lover in my olden days. But, eventually this love for junks were trampled to death due to some fine circumstances. Life of a teenager has never been easy as we learn and make mistakes simultaneously. There’s no time to think. I was as stubborn as a bull so, always held a conviction of being correct every time. Adding on to it, the intense pressure was clouded around, of passing the 12th exams and getting through to a reputed college. This bull-behavior and rigorous pressure made me drown in chaos. Unable to handle such palsies of life, I lost my eating balance by skipping food regularly and making my digestive system falter. Months skidded by as my sufferings doubled and I started bearing miserable acidity in my stomach. Whatever I ate caused a terrible cuss! Then, I went for medic ation. All my favorite junkies and spicy foods took an abrupt halt to my taste buds. And whenever I tried taking them, they were frowned off from my body snottily. Though this phase was an end to junkies, it was a scintillating start to my new nutritious life. Thanks to Ayurveda which helped me put right my ill system but only for healthy foods. 

Since then I adhere to my diet. No matter how hectic the schedule runs, I never compromise with my diet timings albeit I’m at a risk of messing with something else. It seems tricky to manage healthy diets but, ‘where there is will, there is surely a way to it’. In return, I’m enjoying a healthy life with no regrets. Today when I fancy those goofy days, I beam at myself and conclude ‘Time knows how to change things for better; we just need to be resilient and keen enough to learn from our mistakes ’…

Evanjelina Sanjana

National Institue of Fashion Technology, Mumbai