Dancing has its own set of emotion. When we dance alone, grooving in our own mismatched beats, hitting the edge of our mind with those sways, reaching the highest place in the universe while our body moves in a strange rhythm.
But, dancing with someone. Feeling the vibration of their body, connecting with ones mind while holding their hand and they slowly move their hand on our waist. One pull towards each other to feel the perfume and the need for each other. Moving our feet in the same motion. No, there's no need to be the best dancer there that night, it's all about feeling the dance run through your veins. Loving the tingling sensation it gives you. The urge which tells you to dance more and more till you satisfy all the Gods and goddesses. The love you feel for that one person grabbing your waist, making you feel the cold silver ring on your bare skin. The art of dance. The love for it.
BEST WOMENS DAY POEM!! NO PUN INTENDEDđģâ¨
Women are simple
Unka hath pakad lo khud se while crossing the road,
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unko kabhi kabar flowers, jhumke ya payal gift kardo,
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unko pyaar se attention dedo
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unko pichche se surprisingly hug kar do
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unki roz ki bakbak ko suno
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Shyam writes
Really ? So many advocates recruited AGAINST the rape victim ? And there's female advocates too ? What has happened to the people ? They're really gonna fight for the rapist.
People of West Bengal, specifically, the young generation present in West Bengal, we either have to fight our best to change this state or leave this state and go somewhere else.
Our freedom fighters did not fight for this.
my favorite author edgar allan poe! His famous poem "alone". Give it a read, tears will come down automatically.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Edgar Allan Poe
My biggest fear is attachment.
Getting attached to temporary people.
Waking up one day and finding that they arenât here anymore.
Spending all my time on things that arenât destined to be mine.
Putting all my energy and passion into goals and dreams that arenât meant to be.
I fear that i spend too much time walking in the wrong destination.
I fear the heartbreak.
She will never be the same as she used to be!.
I think I have to start practicing dance in order to improve myself and stay out worthless distractions..
I still remember I used to dance in my terrace and my neighbours used watch and say "minu, tor naach dekhle amader bikel bela ta khub bhalo bhabe kete jaye re, ekta shanti ashe mone"
The tinkling of my ghunghur and payel makes me satisfied... Will have to start again...
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Which song/s best sums up your personality?
If I say about one song then:-
If I say "songs" then:-
If death has a flavor, it will still be less bitter Than the day you left me, a shadowed quitter. In the shadow of sorrow, where memories linger, I trace the outline of loss with a trembling finger.
In your absence, the world lost its sheen, A dull, gray canvas where color had been. Birds that once sang now silently grieve, Echoing the sorrow that youâve made me believe.
The sun fades to grey, in a sky full of tears, Each droplet a whisper of our vanished years. Your absence, a wound that time cannot heal, A sorrow so deep, it seems almost unreal.
Each moment without you is a teardrop's fall, A silent whisper through an empty hall. The scent of loss lingers in the air, A fragrance of memories, too heavy to bear.
The taste of despair, a dark, bitter wine, Pales next to the anguish that is wholly mine. For in every heartbeat, a void echoes clear, A reminder that you are no longer near.
I wander through our memories, faded and torn, Clinging to remnants, by time worn. Your laughter, a ghost in the quiet night, Haunts my dreams, a spectral light.
Yet in dreams, you return, like a soft, fleeting song, Bringing a moment of peace where I feel I belong. But morning arrives, and the sweetness is gone, Leaving me empty, as I face the dawn.
The morning light, once a gentle gold, Turned harsh and cold as the tale unfolds. If death has a flavor, it's sweet in its rest, Compared to the ache lodged deep in my chest.
If death has a flavor, itâs a taste I won't fear, For it's gentler by far than your absence, my dear. Until then, I endure, with a heart that is shattered, Knowing no taste could be more bitter than what mattered.
If death has a flavor, a final sting, It pales in the shadow of your leavingâs ring. For death is a promise of a closing door, But you left me stranded, yearning for more.
Bitter is the taste of unspoken goodbyes, Of empty arms and unanswered cries. If death has a flavor, itâs a fleeting breath, But your departure is a living death.
-Varsha
While scrolling I suddenly saw that someone was actually claiming that "sanjay leela bhansali is not a good director".
Bhai ap ek kaam kijiye, aap mumbai jaiye jake SLB ji se baat kijiye. Aur unse kaam mangiye. Aabh aap puchenge ki kaunsa kaam. Aap unse "personal adviser" ka kaam mangiye. Aapka kaam ek ghanta bhi nahi rahega janab.
That dumbo even said that "people started glorifying jauhar" bhai apka dimag ghutno pe hai kya? Alauddin Khalji Rani Padmavati ko apaharan karne wala tha.. Since he already won the war, Rani Padmavati understood that there is no other way to survive knowing Khalji had a huge lust for girls. She didnot had the urge to get physical abuse and die in the hands of a brutal person. That is the reason why she performed "jauhar". And you are talking about glorification? lemme explain. People glorified jauhar because it was no doubt a challenging work but she was not scared. Her bravery was glorified.
Now Heeramandi, Tawaiffs are like modern day Posh Prostitutes. And Tawaiffs were prostitutes. They used to dance, sing and after that they gave sexual pleasures to those rich men. Bro they are also human being. They need love as well. Again here Tawaiffs were not glorified their emotions were glorified in the series. And the world would die if there is a crisis of Tawaiifs or Prostitutes in the world. And because of these tawaiffs India got to know about kathak and other dance forms. Gajagamini and these types of walks were actually done by Tawaiffs. They were highly cultural. Some people even took there daughters to teach them dance. They were the most cultural people out there. Kathak and Mujra songs are famous for them.
Bro going around telling that "they have no power" I mean what type of power are you talking about? They had servants because they worked on their own. They didn't had to depend on anyone. And as mallika jaan said that, "chaand kisike banrande mein nahi ata, chaand ko doorse hi dekhna padhta hai". And girls were not wanting their lifes they were wanting this type of posh treatments my dear. Girls want to be treated like queens but they don't want to be tawaiffs. (I have huge respect for tawaiffs) No one wants to be a tawaiff they were forced to do that. And once again GIRLS WANTED THEIR POSH AND RICH LIFESTYLE NOT THEIR LIFESTYLE.
The moral of the story of Heeramandi is, we need to respect everyone in this world even the Tawaiifs and Prostitutes because if they don't exist men will die. And yes I have no shame.
And one more, They were ROYAL thats why ROYALTY was showcased my dear.
And yes SLB did films which were not royal but they were Royal by heart like "Black" , "Guzarish" and many more. And he has budget my friend. Everytime, he makes a come back after 4 to 5years because he choose projects which will touch the heart of every individual and he showcases Indian Cultural in his creation. That why SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI IS SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI.
"YEE SAKAL BAN, SAKAL BAN," , "GHOOMAR GHOOMAR GHOOMAR GHOOMAR GHOOME RE", "PINGA RA PORI PINGA RA PORI PINGAAA"