Madhabilata : The Bengali Flower

⊆ 9:48 AM by Shomshuklla | , , , , , , , . | ˜ 2 comments »


‘Madhabilata’ is a distinctive Bengali flower, and many poems and songs have been penned down by Tagore about this particular flower. I don’t know its English name. I wonder whether it has an English name for that matter. Haven’t come across this plant in any other tropical country. It has a distinctive fragrance. It blossoms in a bunch, grasping a twig, with long slim stems and white and pale pink flowers on top of it like a crown.

I usually don’t break into Tagore’s songs but by chance when I come across this flower in the middle of pollution, where it is hard to acknowledge the fragrance of any flower, and still I do, I stop, look at the flower, and sing the famous Tagore song- “ Madhabilata dole, dole”. 

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The Swinging Sixties

⊆ 9:33 AM by Shomshuklla | , , , , , , , , , , , . | ˜ 0 comments »


The theme is the 60’s, but the people are in the 21st century.

How does it matter?

Radhika had worn a pink polka dot saree – which rightly fit in the 60’s as it was the era when Mumtaz, Sharmila Tagore and Sadhana would drape themselves in polka dots, doll themselves up with extended eyelines, into a delicate curl and bouffant.

No Radhika didn’t go to the extent of the bouffant, as its difficult to maintain in a party, where, one feels like dancing to the songs, but she did the rest.

Polished her nails pink, wore long silver dangly earrings; and a white, pointed trout covered high heel; the same one, anyone would be used to be seeing in a Mumtaz’s films with Rajesh Khanna, and the bag was her own style, a while crushed Jean Paul Gautier.

Of course she wore a big pink bindi, with crystals adorning the edge.

The bangle was broad silver, old –fashioned Amrapali.

Her lipstick was pink too, soft and sensous. Eye shadow, pink and white. And the rest...

Rest was the people, in their own 60’s attire, the whole atmosphere, a scene out of any bollywood 60’s film.

That’s fashion. 60’s style.

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Sea Gulls Dont Eat Peppermint

⊆ 9:27 AM by Shomshuklla | , , , , , , , , , . | ˜ 0 comments »
















Sea gulls don’t eat peppermint. Its a fact. They eat fish. They stay on the sea, they fly over it, they float on the water, and they have white wings, with a black speck, and a black beak too.

They fly quite gorgeously and they like humans.

Yes! That’s what I saw, when I was returning from Alibagh, its a beach village, 45 minutes, by sea, from Bombay.

Because of winter, the sea, was quiet, the breeze was pleasant, and as the boat started, the evening was approaching, and the western sky looked dressed in hues of shades of colours.

There were hoards of sea gulls, started with the boat, the moment the engine started.

It was a right, birds flying with the speed of the boat, just following it. Sometimes flapping their wings, to take a dive into the magnificent sea, but returning again to human contact.

Some passengers threw nuts at them in the air, they caught it in their beak, like cricket players catching the ball, and when they got a peppermint, they threw it back into the sea.

And that is why, sea gulls don’t eat peppermint.

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Bachna Ae Haseeno Review

⊆ 9:12 AM by Shomshuklla | ˜ 1 comments »

It was worth the wait. Three cheers to the Director of Bachna Ae Haseeno and to the Yashraj Films banner. After Race, it’s a landmark film in the Hindi/Bollywood film industry and a feather in the cap for Indian commercial film makers. I need not go into every detail of the film as by now, you would be well aware of it, they seem to have spared no expense to promote it. First time, in a Hindi movie, the role of the Indian woman is portrayed. We are no more in the 50’s-80’s where the woman, was represented as a mere doormat – without any identity or sense of purpose. This film talks about today’s woman, one who has evolved through time and has reached her pinnacle of glory, glamour and power. She is confident, smart, intelligent and knows who she is. No more can she get away with anything and be the sorry figure.She is a rebel and a true woman. This patriarchal society was destroying the image of the true woman, and she has come back and taken her rightful place in society. She is not only a strong individual but a soft feminine entity also, which is nicely portrayed through Bipasha’s dialogue and at the very end by Deepika’s dialogue. She can love, she can forgive, but she is ready to talk about her own rights and value her existence. Moreso this film shows the new man. One who can no longer be the MCP, he knows that he has to apologize, if he is at fault and learn to respect the other sex. This new man, we see in every aspect of society, otherwise the woman wouldn’thave b risen to such heights in the society, bit it in polititcs, drama, movies, fashion, corporate world, anywhere. And no, the new society, which is reflected in this movie- admires and respects this growth of man- woman relationship. Bravo – well done- the script writer. A terrific script, brilliant dialogue, accompanied by fantastic, effortless acting by Ranbir. Deepika too, is graceful and sophisticated. Truly the blueblood’s are here, from the family of super achievers. Her grace is unparalleled. The body movement, dialogue delivery. She is absolutely stunning. Its not a massy movie, it’s a classy, chic movie, for those who’re accustomed to watching European and International cinema.


First Attempt

⊆ 8:03 AM by Shomshuklla | . | ˜ 0 comments »

Hi All,
This is my first attempt at blogging. My son introduced me to it.
It seems sort of odd to be writing to a computer, I mean, writing something, to a non living entity.
But anyway, I'm probably going to be writing about my life here.
Who am I?
Just a lady from India.