It's Just the Beginning of the Fairy Tale....

I'm not a professional photographer,all I like doing is clicking pictures so that I can enjoy and cherish the moment all over again whenever I see them.
I had mentioned in my last post about my Friend's Engagement to her long time love.Their relationship has been consistent..and they are together...My friend is a Gujarati and her now Fiance is a Bengali,and you can very well make out what kind of problems come across in an inter-caste relationship.Even though after facing a lot of problems finally they were able to come together and get ENGAGED! 
(Yay! Yay! )

So here are the pictures,enjoy them......

The Engagement Cards

Sayan and Ekta together for their Indian engagement party

The Venue 
(clicked at different angles and different lights)

I specially liked the decoration,it was so traditionally Bengali style

Exchanging rings

Holding each other's hand and the rings *smiles*

The Engagement Cake

(I know! I know! its not clear enough,and that's because there were a lot of crowd around,blocking the clear view)

Now this is a clear one! (*smiles*)

Cutting the engagement cake

With Friends

The guests/friends at the engagement party

That's Me all dressed up for the party








                                                                         


                                                                          
                                                                                          That's me and my brother

First of all Congratulation to the couple Sayan & Ekta,I must say Cupid did a great job in bringing you both together.Hope this journey of love never ends..Be it "Happily Ever after.......

The Oriole weds his mottled mate,

The Lily weds the bee;

Heaven's marriage ring is round the earth,

Let me bind thee?

To my readers,I hope you will like these pictures and feel it just as I did....

The Big Fat Indian Wedding...

It’s only pictures you can look back upon once the event is over.

My Best friend just got engaged and her elder sister got married a day before,what more can one get before Christmas *winks*..

Well captured pictures will make you relive this special day every time you look at them,and I've just done that!

Here are the pictures..so enjoy!

Friend's Sister's Engagement

The beautifully decorated stage

That's the couple

The engagement cake

Dancing away gracefully

And that's the couple soon to-be engaged

Friend's Sister's Wedding

Now this wedding has a sweet twist,the bride here is a Gujarati and the groom is a Punjabi.And when someone has said "Opposites attract!",I've completely gone onto agreeing with it.

Her Mehandi and Chura

The Beautiful Bride

The Groom ghori meh,Punjabi style

The Mantap,where all the rituals took place

Ready to exchange vermala,and she is wearing the typical gujarati style white and bordered panetar

Taking her vows

 Taking Saat Pheres(Seven circles),the most significant ritual of an Indian wedding,where the groom makes promises to his bride for life time...takes seven vows.

First step – Prayer for provision and nourishment

In the first step the couple prays to the almighty to provide them with nourishment and pure food so that they can live the life together with respect and honor for one another. They pray to the almighty to make them walk to together and get the food.

Second step – Strength

With the second step, they pledge to grow as one in mental, physical and spiritual strengths so that they can enjoy life and share their happiness.

Third step – Prosperity

In the third step the couple promises each one to earn and raise wealth by honest means and give comfort to the family. They also vow to share all the joy and sorrow together. The wife promises to be devoted to her husband and the man vows to respect and love his wife as the one and only woman in his life.

Fourth step – family

With the fourth step, they promise to take care of their elders in the family and not to disregard and forget them. Together they pledge to strengthen and maintain the family relationship.

Fifth step – Progeny

In The fifth step, the couple prays to the almighty to bless them with good-looking, kind and courageous children. They make a promise to be responsible parents and provide the children with fine education and fundamental values of life.

Sixth step – Health

With their sixth step together, the bride and the groom pray to divinity for disease free and healthy life for their families and themselves so that they can lead a harmonious and balanced life together.

Seventh step – Love and friendship

In their seventh and last step together, the couple swears to be a faithful companion. They also promise to live a life of love, friendship and mutual trust. The couple ask god to give them the wisdom of maturity so that they may live as friends for lifetime.

Having exchanged the promises of duty, love and respect, the bride and groom become a couple forever. 

These saat pheras make marriage eternal....

Me and the Bride's sister/my friend Ekta..

The sad part,when the bride will leave her parent's house(Bidaai)

The Reception Party

 The Newlyweds

My friend Ekta(extreme right) with her sister and brother-in-law and her boyfriend(extreme left).

I hope all you guys enjoy the photos and feel each moment like I did...and soon will be posting the photos of my friend's engagement,yes! the pretty girl in the photo above with the new married couple,she has recently got engaged.

Till then Happy Reading..................

Rising Above.........

Rising up in the sky,to be or not to be like a perfect soul,for it's mate;

Dripping down into the heart of the ocean,to find the one among the millions;

With vague response,as one of it's kind,

like a part of life,with relationship that bind;

Rain spattering,winds whistling,comes to me as a melodious tune;

Songs are free,music that touch,like the dew drops on the tip of the grass;

Drops of joy dripping slow,

Skates of ice sliding low;

Feel like a bird that flies in the sky,

Feel like an ocean that can never dry.

Feelings are the one that last forever,

And take care of the memories that die NEVER!

Forever & Always..!!!

Tring! Tring! Tring!
as soon as the phone rang her heart skipped a beat..

Abegail stepped out from the bathroom and glanced at Paul,who was talking hastily over the phone.No sooner did he catch her gaze,he quickly hung up.

She understood who it was on the other side,and without a word she walked towards the kitchen to make the morning breakfast.

Paul very well understood her silence,and he was now in dilemma how should he break the news to her!

He stepped in right behind and pressed his chest against her back.Her frown softened and she turned to face him,tears rolled down her rosy cheeks,letting out a soft murmur.He held her tightly and kissing on forehead,he comforted her.


"I've to leave, Love, today!" and without saying another word they stared into each other's eyes.

He so wished if time just came to a sudden halt.All he wanted was to keep holding her and looking into those blue eyes.


He had loved her since the very first day.They met at a party and she was the prettiest girl in the room,her blue eyes shined,and to him she was no less than any Greek goddess.His heart had melted in love.

They chatted all along,laughing and her blushing at intervals,whenever he passed a compliment.And then He had seen her walk down the aisle,and that very instant he knew,it was her,forever and ever.


He packed his luggage and left with a goodbye kiss.


She knew long holidays weren't meant for those working with the US Army.And she dint mind it at all,the only thing that bothered was he had to leave the very next day after the wedding.

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Seven months passed and he hadn't returned yet.Paul wrote to her occasionally describing the situation at the front.At first it was always about transfers to different location,about the weather and his mates,and that he misses her all the time.But soon the letters described the horrific picture of the war and about his dead friends and generally it ended on sad note.


Soon after letters stopped coming,and she dint have the slightest idea,why?


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The war had ended and she waited for him to return.Her heart pounding like never before,and all she wanted was to get a slight glance of him.


She waited but he dint come.A friend of Paul ran up to her and handed her a letter.


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Back at Home.


She was very angry with Paul,he should have informed her that he would stay back.She had promised to herself she would not open the letter until he returned.


But by evening,she was restless,and finally breaking her promise,she opened the letter.She read till the last word without the slightest reaction on her face.


She dropped the letter onto the table.Walking up to the wardrobe,she pulled out her wedding dress and then she put it on along with the Jewels.Then she flattened out the sheet on the bed and laid down.


The darkness crept up slowly masking the dim light and silence hung there for a while.

26/11

When the terrorists struck on 26 November 2008,no one could believe this could be happening to Mumbai,to the people it did,at the places it did.The deadliest attack on Mumbai since the 1993 bomb blasts.But that dint squeeze out the spirit of the people.Life always moves on....In the end this has become a story of two sets of men with guns.

Nobody remembers the count.All are stacked up in old newspapers,dirty and dusty.

But those affected and kin of all those dead,will they ever forget?

The mother who lost her child,will those tears rolling down her cheeks ever stop!The wife who lost her husband,will she ever sleep in peace!or the child who has lost his/her father,will they see their father's name forever in writings!

These are the fact,the reality of life.Nothing will ever fill that space in these lives.

Mohammed Ajmal Amir Kasab,was hanged after 4 years of trial,did this act get their lost members back to them?

The answer is 'NO'.

Its just a condolence to all those families.A way of providing the right justice.

But will this ever stop terrorism?Did this teach any lesson?

I don't think so,even if lesson is learnt nothing has been acted on.

All I can do is just pray,that this must not repeat,and if it does may be we(people) wont be in a state to forgive and forget it,all over again!

Sung in Silence

Deep inside my heart aches slight;

I want to say but cnt find the words right,

In wandering eyes that silent,stare;

Yet whatever I say you just won’t hear,

All I ever wished for was to make you smile;

If only you could stay even just for a while,

Why is language so misleading?

At least it is my heart and not yours that’s bleeding.

Why is it we cannot be placed in the society?

Just because we cannot speak,Sweety!

Tell me what's my fault?

I feel like a food without salt,

It is one I shall forever mourn;

I have to leave now for my heart is torn,

It must drift away in sigh after sigh,

I'm running out of words to explain,

You never understood a word I said,

This must mean our bond is dead!

My words will never form Speeches;

This is what my life misses,

Born with a wordless mouth,

My songs will never be heard,

For such soundless voice only tears will show,

Fading as I may... they will never ever know!

Hold Me Tight & Kiss Me Slow.....

 There she was asking for death wish!

Sylvia was suffering from depression.Doctors began their siege thereafter,with attempts to physically excommunicate the sadness from her body with electroconvulsive treatment,and for a while she regained normalcy,returning to academia.But the memories of her tender age eight-her father's death remained carved with stone.It seemed he took her with him to grave and that was when her sorrow first reaped.

Nothing impressed her,it was like the end of the world to her.Her insatiable zest for life could never make her find happiness in anything.She remained drowned in her own thoughts,and it was then when her life took a full spin.

She met Matthew,who seemed like the man of her dreams,but who knew he later would be blamed for hammering the last nail in her coffin.

Matthew O'Brien,an established businessman,married troubled Sylvia soon after embarking upon a stormy affair,tainted by his own infidelities and her own tragic flaws.
For her life never felt so beautiful,Matthew was the therapy to all her problems and a child completed all those empty spaces in her life.Everything seemed usually normal.

But shortly after that,she had a miscarriage and her marriage was falling apart.If this wasn't enough,Matthew left her for another woman.

She could see her life choking to death.Living in a cramped apartment with her two year old son,broke and ailing,Sylvia fell into the custody of her inner demons as depression reared its ugly head again. Fueled by the delirium of the flu,heartbreak and depression,she took to pen and parchment.
Her letters described raw,frightening and eloquent honesty laced with macabre and jolting imagery that detailed her almost seductive obsession with death.Her words writhed with a palpable pain,giving insight into the psychic purgatory in which she lived during those days.

Her dark old memories re-entered without a knock,and it was when she first attempted suicide by swallowing copious amounts of sleeping pills.Though she was saved,but for her the near death in the sieve of sleep felt like a whirling blackness that she honestly believed was eternal oblivion and grew obsessed with this new feeling.

Soon after the incident she told the doctors and psychiatrist about how she felt about her father's absence,"I was eight when they buried you/At twenty I tried to die/And get back,back,back to you/But they pulled me out of the sack/And they stuck me together with glue."

Her sessions showed no improvement,and in one of her session she told her doctor,"how she envies the freedom that men have,but as a woman,worries about getting pregnant."

Sylvia's death drive was inherent,not actually attributed to the circumstances of her life.The subconscious sickness that had latched onto her psyche so very firmly had infected that most basic of human desires:THE WILL TO LIVE.

She couldn't see any beauty left in her surrounding,her child was a mere remembrance of all her pains.She now found beauty in only DEATH and death alone is all she spiced for.

One winter morning she,left out bread and milk for her toddler sleeping in an upstairs bedroom.

Then she went down and turned on the gas.

Hii Guys!!!

I know its been long time since I last updated...But will again write soon...I do miss you guys...so will catch up...till then byee...
-love & luck,
Ankita

Pink frock,teddy pajamas and wounded knee.......

"Life is not always fair.Sometimes you get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow."~Terri Guillemets

If only life was as simple as wanted!
I miss the past which is now left behind,when wounded knee was much better than broken hearts.When by 'World',meant the city we lived in.
When we were allowed to have a crush on our hottest teacher.When 'tension and problems' meant deciding a dress and clips to match to wear for a party.
I was the same girl next door types,no different.I miss being a child,though my family or my brother doesn't agree,they still think me to be a kid,but there is lot of difference between presumption and reality!
I have come across new people and left some behind but that's way of living,one cannot complain,neither do I!But if I'm asked I always say I loved those innocent days.Parties were always a pajama party at friend's place in the smallest manner possible with chips and soft drinks to sip into,discussing bitching about the meanest girl in school.Writing on scrap book seemed the cutest thing among friends.Adventure was watching xvideo sites when our parents weren't home or maybe winning the rivalry to the most popular girl in school.Cheer leading meant 'O Boy!look at me!'When the most popular guy in school if ever got glimpse of you,it felt like reaching the ninth cloud.

Going out with friends were full of craziness.The only words that were heard other than screaming were"Awwh!look at that!he is so handsome/sexy/cool" and the best part was for this news to get delivered we never needed Facebook or twitter,just a phone call or text message was enough for the news to spread like fire!Fashion was same for all,one newest thing in town and everyone's on it.Even when all wore same clothes or looked same,that din't stop one from imagining them to be a Star!
We had the whole world's time to stroll back home.Day-dreaming being the favorite pastime and dancing in the rain meant the person was in love.Believing the reel life to be real life.
Time changes,so does everything else.We have more time for our Boss than for a friend,getting any news is on Facebook statuses or tweets,partying means 'night clubs'.
We are all racing past just to get there first,but that 'there' has no end and in this fast paced life we miss out to see the small little moments that should be cherished.

Now whenever I look back,I see that image of me all bubbly,smiling away to glory,with no stress or tension...I make it a point to enjoy my life fully even now,are you doing it???????????