Khan Diaries.

Salman v/s SRK. Yes, you've done this too.
I've actively participated in this debate as much as I have in the India-Pak debates. Why? When have we ever stopped to ask ourselves that question anyway?
Few months ago, a similar debate was in progress, it was about who does more charity I suppose. Yes, we're horribly nosy people with no lives of our own.
That's when I took a moment to stop and think, why.
How much of that money is either of them going to donate to me for rooting for them?
What movie will they cast me in if I win the debate for them?
More importantly, why do I have to pick just one?
I stand to believe that Shah Rukh is the King of Romance and there's no defying that. I drew my idea of a perfect man from his movies and he set the benchmark for love in my life. Probably why I'm still single. Never mind that.
Yet, I have immense respect for Salman Khan's sensitivity for social issues, his foundation: Being Human. I love his innocence, his nonchalance towards the forces that bring him down and his painfully unreal movies which make me question my sanity, yet I believe it when he evades a drum of RDX with a mere swing of an arm.

Yes, I said it. I love them both. Sue me.

Indians are as obsessed with Salman-SRK make ups and breakups as much as St.Xavier's College was about Rahul and Anjali (Refer: Kuch Kuch Hota Hai)

Be it a movie promotion or an IPL match or a charity function, they're both constantly questioned about the status of their relationship.
Give them space? No way man. They're Bollywood celebs. They owe us this information.

Why is it that if I'm sporting a Being Human T-shirt, you assume that I've never watched DDLJ and that I hate Shah Rukh?
I love Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham as much as I love Hum Aapke Hai Kaun.

Living in the constant hope that mere Karan Arjun aaenge, 
Yours truly.

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Why was this such a big deal anyway, they're two normal people that decided to greet each other with a hug!

Modified India!

Anywhere and everywhere my head could turn and as far as my poor vision behind expensive spectacles would allow, I've seen nothing more than campaigns and billboards with magnified faces and visibly yellow teeth among other things.

Anyone who didn't know about the upcoming elections was living in a world of his own, in a far away place, with no human contact and dysfunctional lungs. Yes, I mean dead.

Being a media student myself, the PR strategies the parties used this time were gold. Gold, I say.

You probably hadn't heard of Narendra Modi before, but he went all out to make sure you did, now.

Although the jokes made on the campaigns knew no limits, they were being cemented into the minds of people without their knowledge.

'Ab ki baar Modi Sarkaar', 'Janta maaf nahi karegi', 'Acche din aane waale hai' were more or less linked to Bollywood, cricket and school-college jokes. Yes, the greatest chunk of India's fields of interests were covered right here.

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Was it his efficiency and his promising candidature or was it simply the near-damn-perfect campaigns or a blend of both or neither, is debatable and I'm no Arnab Goswami so I'll leave that alone.

But as a citizen of India who cast her first vote this time (and didn't put up a picture of an inked finger), I think putting my trust in the Modi sarkaar was a refreshing move if not the smartest. How far his lead takes us and how many mountains of success he scales is a conclusion we can draw over a matter of time. 

Politics never drew my interests as such, till everything around me was about politics and the ease with which every discussion found itself maneuvered here. I've always been politically correct and probably will be till the end of time. But even a diplomatic person like me who lazily resorts to 'No Comments' in a political debate acknowledges the stir the Modi Wave has created in the country.

Be it his emotionally moving speeches or his accomplishments in his hometown, Gujarat.

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The elegance with which he soared above the allegations of corruption and the echoes of his failed marriage deserves an applause from anyone who has the sense of appreciation.

From a Chai wala to the PM of India, this man sure did come a long way. Bowing down before the Parliament before stepping inside and crediting his party for backing him up can be rumored to be as staged as they want, but the Indian in me senses some top level truthfulness in the man's mannerisms and his agendas for the country.

We gave you our votes, Mr. Modi. And we've invested in you our hopes. Do justice.

Here's to Change. A transformation. A new India, A Modi-fied India.

P.S.- The views expressed in the above post are mine and I don't endorse any party and neither does anyone pay me for this ( sad, yes.) I respect all other parties and individuals in India equally and am not open for any kind of debate about the highs and lows of any individual.

Knight(mare) in Shining Armor

"...and then it was literally a race to the next door. I managed to open it before he did. Then he looked like he was pulling out a chair for me. I quickly grabbed the one next to it."

My friend had just gotten back from a first date and she was filling me in with the details.
The guy was apparently terrific, but for the desperate impersonation of "Mr. Perfect."

Do you see her wearing a gown, donning a hat over the tight bun and wearing elbow-length gloves? No? Then don't go about acting like her Knight in Shining Armor. More often than not, we're looking for a normal boy who has his laces in a lump and fumbles with words. We're not on the hunt for a savior, and in case you thought otherwise, we're not looking to be rescued.

Every girl nurtures the distant dream to meet Prince Charming, but I'd rather have mine in a white shirt and blue jeans than in a metal armor that clanks too much.

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As much as I'd want it to be, we don't wake up in Bollywood world every morning. So this whole effort to woo isn't going to get you the results you want. You'll feature in the sleepover conversations for sure, but you won't be anywhere near being the Chosen One.
In today's world, every woman strives to be independent. Anyone who's looking for a girl to command and control is chasing a distant dream. Gone are the days when a beautiful face would hide behind the ghoonghat.

In between a desperate attempt to be her jailor or a wimpy shot at being her chauffeur is the man she wants you to be.
Opening doors and pulling chairs doesn't make you half as chivalrous as lending an occasional shoulder or draping your jacket around her does.

Let her take the wheel, she's not going to kill you.
Let her pick up the bill, she doesn't always need you to pay for her.

Screw the 'gentle', be the man she knows you can be.

Screw everything else, really. White shirt and blue jeans. That's all you need.

A Long Overdue Letter to My Younger Self

Haaaaayy!
Yes, you're going to be saying that one day, deal with it.
I know you hate school right now and that it seems like your worst nightmares came true, but when you get here, scurrying between a workplace and college, you'll reminisce those days. So first, live that up. Like literally. Live it. Take lots of pictures, you'll cherish them when it's all gone. 

I know you hate Ma for forcing you to go to bed at 10, but believe me, there's going to be a day when you'll crave that eight hour sleep that's your daily dose right now. Speaking of Ma, and listen very carefully 'cause this is probably the most important piece of advice anyone will ever give you and I do wish I'd gotten it sooner. She's going to get menopausal soon. No it's not just theoretical. It actually happens. Yes, she's going to go crazy and you won't relate to her anymore. She'll drive you to wits end and you'll have the most meaningless fights ever fought, but remind yourself everyday that you love her. You do. 

Please don't eat that pizza and those chips. Please. PLEASE. Yes I know it's a flavor party in your mouth but you're going to have the toughest time scraping all that weight off your body. It's a pain. No, I mean literally.

Don't buy that expensive cell phone right after Boards. You're going to lose it.
Don't make late night phone calls a habit. You don't know it yet but your bill is itemized and every number is recorded. Don't make that mistake.

Hold on to the best friend. She's the only one that's going to stick it out, in spite of everything. She's going to be miles away, so make the best of the time you do have.

Live your life. Nothing stays back but for the memories. They fade away too one day. There's going to be a lot of curveballs thrown at you but you're going to be okay. I know it seems like the scariest thing right now but it's not.
There's going to be lots of happy moments that you want to live for. Lots of heart wrenching times that you're going to sail through.
Your life is going to be drama, but you're going to love it. Every bit of it.
Hang in there, little one. One day your drama will define you.

Forever,
Nautanki Naari.