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How Did Kristen Stewart Turn Into a Fashion Princess?

Miss Kristen Stewart sure is one hell of a busy girl. After totally rocking the MTV Movie Awards just a couple of days ago in her red leather, rocker-chic, safety pin and star studded Balmain minidress, she is on a roll again, flying out of LA straight to London to attend the Glamour UK’s Woman of the Year Awards. She is being adored by the fashion police for her panache, making even the fashion hot shots sit up and take notice. No wonder she’s been sporting Balmain, a brand which is extremely choosy about their celebrity branding.

Kristen rocks the edgy look at the MTV Movie Awards 2011. She is wearing a Balmain dress with black, pointed toe Christian Louboutin heels

Here is closer look at the Balmain minidress

Kristen arrives for the Glamour UK's Woman of the Year Awards in London dressed in Balmain

To say that she has an edgy sense of style would be correct. Many would agree that she prefers wearing younger, fresher minidresses with rock and roll inspired motifs for more casual and fun gatherings like the MTV Movie Awards. On the other hand, she carries a more sophisticated and elegant look for high-profile red carpet events like the Oscars or the BAFTAs and very recently the Met Gala in NYC where she looked stunning in a Proenza Schouler ensemble. Her hair and make-up made her look sexy and chic. I personally think she can carry off both these genres with equal spunk.

At the BAFTA Awards 2010 in a Chanel white strapless minidress

Her appearance for the Oscars in midnight black Monique Lhuillier strapless gown

At the Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty Gala at the Met in  NYC in a Proenza Schouler shoes and deep custom-made deep slit gown and Fred Leighton cuffs on both wrists

Her sense of style has definitely evolved from the spiderman-inspired red dress with sneakers for her first Twilight saga appearance at the MTV Movie Awards, to the gold and silver mini dress with sultry heels and sleek black hair pulled back in a ponytail for the second one. But something that gives character to the clothes she wears is how she feels in them. Remember the BAFTA Awards? She looked totally spazzed, and seemed uncomfortable. It may have just been a bad day, but it didn’t do wonders for her sleek figure like her recent mini choices have.

Kristen poses for the cameras at the MTV Movie Awards appearance from 2009

Again at the MTV Movie Awards in 2010 in the Gold and Silver dress

She is not afraid to experiment, be it clothes, make-up or hair. Definitely the hair! She has gone from blond to brunette to black and who can forget the short strawberry crop? Again, this time, she had opted for relaxed and textured waves. We see her in another Balmain strapless minidress with neatly straightened hair and nude peep toes for the Glamour UK Award Ceremony, a clear distinction from funky to glamourous.

 

Long Gone Blond

 

At the Tonight Show with Jay Leno sporting a short crop

 

The short strawberry crop

 

However, it is her consistency that keeps her style effortless. But she shouldn’t stick to it for too long. Needless to say, the rest of her ensemble may change but her attitude must not. We love her the way she is, sometimes shy, a little demure and humourous but she has turned into a fashion princess. Or maybe that’s just the “Robert Pattinson” effect that gets to her? Kissed by the frog-Prince perhaps?

 

Images thanks to Google, Getty and JustJared

Gurgaon Turning Into Education Tourism Hub

In Financial Times, page 3. Click on image to see.

Genset Industry is Charging Ahead in Noida

Another article for the Financial Times, New Delhi. Click on the link to read pdf file.

Genset Industry Charging ahead in Noida

The Business of Blood Banks

My 3rd article for the Financial Times, New Delhi on Blood bank issues in Greater Noida. Click on the link to read the pdf file.

 

Private Banks Pump Life Fluid Into Noida

Nina Dobrev and Joseph Morgan’s Morning appearances (via Vampire Diaries Source)

Nina Dobrev and Joseph Morgan are both a class apart as actors. Damon was the only vamp ruling our hearts while playing the only bad-guy in season 1, season 2 has more mean and ruthless vampires like Klaus to enthrall us. Take a look at their interviews for the next episode of the Vampire Diaries.

Nina Dobrev and Joseph Morgan have made appearances on various morning shows today. First, Nina was on PIX Morning News. She spilled up about the show, its second season finale and both characters she played. Her latest role as Seventeen Magazine's cover girl was also mentioned. You can read Shelley Nig's article at PIX's site. [vodpod id=Video.7252960&w=425&h=350&fv=%26amp%3BtitleAvailable%3Dtrue%26amp%3BplayerAvailable%3Dtrue%26amp% … Read More

via Vampire Diaries Source

We’re just Vampin’ up

Why are we obsessed with vampires? That’s rhetoric. Post Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series, every teenage girl wanted to give her “flower” to Edward (the oh-so-perfect-I-want-him-to-bite-me immortal). There was a surge in people wanting to be bitten or celebs wanting to be cast as a vampire in the next film. Kate Winslet once said, “Expect an Oscar for being cast in a holocaust movie.”   But now we can expect the effervescent Colin Firth bringing in one for being a vamp in his next.

Vamps have been a part of our fiction history with Rudyard Kipling propounding a human with characteristics like a vampire in 1897. The description was meant for a lady in a famous painting by Philip Burne Jones. So… a lady was being described as the first vampire! Interesting because we are more than often associated with blood sucking tendencies (taunts by boyfriends)! But similar to a vampire, a lady is beautiful, irresistible, possesses powers of seduction, enough to get a man to fall head over heels for her. The character was then taken up as a male version created by Hollywood, making Count Dracula to be one of the most early representation of a vampire on celluloid.

Today, the definition of a vampire has metamorphosis again as a suave and sexy lurker, eight pack abs, blood thirsty but restrained, super-natural powers et al, a reject wanting to be a part of society. And of course… falling in love with a Human. Post the Twilight saga, vampires have returned in their new avatar on small screens ready to entertain people looking for a dash of fantasy fiction and little bit of escapism. The stars playing these characters have become “iconic” to say the least. Be it Robert Pattinson, Stephen Moyer from a raunchier: True Blood or Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley from a more uber dark and sexy: The Vampire Diaries.

I can say with no exaggeration that vampire frenzy is a global phenomenon. So much so that even Ekta Kapoor came up with her very own Indian version of a vampire series (a mix of Twilight saga and The Vampire Diaries) to titillate the Indian audience (Yeah, right). Then again, some are successful and this one is a definite failed attempt. Audiences in India would rather prefer an Italian-American vamp to an Indian one. Nonetheless, the screaming and obsessed teenage girls and surprisingly, mothers *ouch* are being swayed off their feet everytime Edward tells Bella he wants to marry her. *dreamy*

With pop culture following up, where the epitome of “freaky-crazy” Lady Gaga sings Show me your teeth and dedicates it to a man with vampire-like tendencies, we know that vampire fiction scene is increasingly addictive. Then again, Lady Gaga just wants someone to rock her with the vamp-moves (if you know what I mean.) The man versus beast conflict plays well on the people’s minds. Moreover, the life after death and the death after death… (whatever), the evil side to a half-dead being is heavily explored and works as an entertaining story. And they have super powers to save the civilization from their (hawt) evil counterparts and take their girlfriends out on dates atop huge mountains with the most picturesque view of the entire city! *sigh* 

A few might find it “lame”, “gay” and can mock them all they want, but the vamps are out there. Step out with caution… Damon might be drunk and hungry tonight (And we soo want that!!!). Be careful of who you invite in…

Rudyard Kipling’s poem: The Vampire

Inspiring piece of imagination from the 1897 which commenced the frenzy for ‘vampires’ that surrounds us today.

The verses–as suggested by the painting by Philip Burne Jones, first exhibited at the new gallery in London in 1897.

A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair
(Even as you and I!)

Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste
And the work of our head and hand,
Belong to the woman who did not know
(And now we know that she never could know)
And did not understand.


A fool there was and his goods he spent
(Even as you and I!)
Honor and faith and a sure intent
But a fool must follow his natural bent
(And it wasn’t the least what the lady meant),
(Even as you and I!)

Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned,
Belong to the woman who didn’t know why
(And now we know she never knew why)
And did not understand.

The fool we stripped to his foolish hide
(Even as you and I!)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside–
(But it isn’t on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him died–
(Even as you and I!)

And it isn’t the shame and it isn’t the blame
That stings like a white hot brand.

It’s coming to know that she never knew why
(Seeing at last she could never know why)
And never could understand.

It’ll be nice to hear your interpretations.

Queen of convenience

Cigarette in hand, she was smoking as if lost in the sea of her own thoughts. Where they came from she did not know. But they came to her at regular intervals, harder and faster each time. One in particular, she couldn’t blow off in smoke. Why had she come to this city? Was it for this dingy life? She knew she could do better. But she wasn’t the judge of that. The decisions of her life were being taken by the people she did not know. She didn’t like that. She shook her head, took a longer drag in, as if to fill her mind with smoke, hoping there isn’t any space for more thoughts to build up.

The cold night was cruel. Her blanket was the only thing comforting her. Too lazy to reach the ashtray, she threw the cigarette butt on the floor watching the smoke above her head. Sleep was hard to come by these days. She stared out the large French window. The only one in her room. The fog was thick and was clouding the horizon. It was twilight. She hated the twilight. The city wouldn’t wake up for another five hours. Yet there she was thinking why anyone would want to waste time sleeping when there was so much to be done in life.

Or maybe she was the only one who thought that. She imagined a man coming home, tired and dejected after his boss had screamed at him in the office. Taking his shoes off, she would simply want to crash on the bed, too miserable to eat what his wife prepared for him. Too upset to take his children in his arms and play with them. Who is he working for? For his family? To sustain in this brute and abjectly cruel society.  He has purpose; he has what she seemed to have lost.

Still tossing and turning in bed, she looked towards the ebbing source of light, coming from somewhere outside her window. Alone in her little home, she remembered a time when she couldn’t stay alone. She wasn’t embarrassed to admit it to herself. But this city had taught her so much more. She was sure she could see people’s intentions more clearly now. She did believe she had friends, but she knew they wouldn’t last long. Not even long enough to say goodbye. She preferred the sound of the maddening city traffic to this stoic silence. The deafeningly loud mobile alarm ruined her buzz. She stretched to one side of her bed, shut the crazy thing off. The city is ready to wake up, she thought. She wished to sleep now… she wished the last three days were nothing but an insecure nightmare.

A sense of calm before the storm

This a an old article I wrote while in 2nd year degree. This was a write up for the 26/11 aftermath. Mumbai… the city where my heart is and always will be.

 

“Death – the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.”

Walter Scott’s quote resounds with a surge of sentiments evoked by the terrorist attacks in Mumbai on the fateful day of 26/11. The 60 hour siege needs no retelling and will forever be recalled by generations to come as one of the most shameful events to have occurred on the Indian soil. The entire world watched stunned, armed militants holding the lively South Mumbai hostage for almost three days. Recalling the world’s biggest terror attack yet, the American media was quick to call it ‘India’s 9/11.’ Precious lives were lost, peace marches held, candles were burnt, politicians sacked and one terrorist put to trial. But a wave of ‘final awakening’ is yet to sweep Mumbai of its feet.

Post 26/11, we heavily criticized the electronic media for broadcasting heart-wrenching images with the news events that broke out. So much so, that the IB ministry had to issue an advisory to news channels asking them to refrain from repeated telecasts of the Mumbai attacks. Do they consider the public’s memory to be short-sighted? Nevertheless, this incident will bring rage in a Mumbaikar’s mind for as long as he lives. Not only because the TV reporters like Arnab Goswami almost forgot to breathe while reporting incessantly but also due to the gruesome images that shook the world, exposing visibly shameful loopholes in the security vigilance of the country. Naturally, an ordinary Mumbaikar is gnashing his teeth and seething with anger, aghast with the happenings.

No one can call this anguish a just a bout of rage. After all, the public is capable of doing much more than just putting a hero on a pedestal and striping a villain of his dignity. In a democracy where the government is accountable to the people who elect them, we made the otherwise insouciant politicians resign. Albeit en retard, similar fate should have been belted out for politicians in power at the time of the Babri Masjid demolition, the train-bombings of 7/11 and the twin blasts of 2003 in the city. In recent developments, the Supreme Court has provided the people seeking justice for the cold-blooded killings of 52 innocents in the twin blasts of 2003. It is about time that the three accused have been awarded capital punishment for their horrifying deeds. But is this enough to sooth the frayed nerves of an angry Indian?

Indeed, post-26/11, ordinary Indians are enraged. They don’t want condescending back-patting for their famed resilience in the face of terror. In the list of ordinary Indians we also take note of certain celebrities and VIPs like Alyque Padamsee, Suhel Seth, Ram Gopal Verma who took a guided tour of the ruined Taj along with the then CM. They desired to see the sacking of ministers who could not deliver. Is it because the targets of terrorism per se had shifted classes? Unlike all the previous attacks, which happened in the cabs, trains, buses, or on the roads, 26/11 saw the otherwise safe and reclusive elites, who thought they were beyond being subject to such heinous acts of terror, had being targeted.

To watch these socialites babble about their suffering was something unheard of, considering the many attacks the city has seen. Why do we care what Alyque Padamsee or Suhel Seth had to say? Did they voice their anguish only because The Taj and the Trident are considered ‘elite hang-out spots?’ Where were these voices when people were being bombed in local trains or in busy markets? The Times of India had profiled an article with class preference when bodies from the Taj, the Trident and those from the Cama Hospital were sent to the morgue. Special care and attention was showered on the people who came to claim the dead from Taj and Trident. While a woman complained of a deceased lying on the floor uncovered; a man shot dead at the CST station while fulfilling his duty.

For the time in years, people made high decibel demands for ruling out the establishment scalps. If Indians are today demonstrating, waving “ugly politician” placards or calling for resignations, it’s because public servants have forgotten their calling. But now the hue and cry over the attacks seems to have died down with time. The media came full circle and did what it does best, salute the spirit of Mumbai. On one hand, Kasab confesses his horrific acts claiming Pak has accepted his existence on their land. Whereas the Pakistani media calls the attack on Mumbai a well thought out plan by the Hindu extremists to defame them in order to acquire Kashmir. Well if Pak can stick to its guns, so can we. Why is Mumbai being called resilient? Is it because the city has, on numerous such accounts, bounced back to life? Has the city lost its will to fight and emerge stronger, satiating itself by lighting candles for those who lost their lives on its soil and hoping safety for others who live in fear? Or is Mumbai today just as calm as the sea is before a storm?

The people must not forget these gun-wheeling men, who shot dead the Jewish Rabbi’s six month pregnant wife at Nariman House with no guilt whatsoever. Religion and castes notwithstanding, we the people need to become a force stronger than the Opposition in order to check the government at its every step. We need to inform and be informed to question, keeping the government on its toes and making it accountable. Instead of railing against politicians, it’s time for us to engage more actively in the democratic process which is more than just casting our vote during elections.

Mumbai must fight back and to do so, we must come together not only as a city but also as individuals. Our voices filled with anguish and the distress caused by the 60 hour ordeal cannot erase the trauma of the ones who had gone through living hell and come back, some who did not even survive to narrate their tribulation. But they can bring about a change in the bases of democratic power, the key to the ‘final awakening.’ Not resilience but ‘RETRIBUTION’ is how Mumbai should be spelled in future.

 

 

 

Objection with this obsession.

 

“If every woman were to wake up in the morning, slap herself on the head and say ‘I’m happy with who I’, entire economies would collapse,” said Jane Caro, awarding winning advertising writer and co-author of The F word: How we learn to swear by feminism. Now, I’m not sure if she wrote this book supporting feminism per say because if she had, her statement would not have been the propagator of the fact that women’s obsession for their looks and appearances drive economies world over.

Think of how many surgeons would simply go out of business if women stopped believing that they need implants or their boyfriends told them they love their noses. Or the kind of loss fairness product makers would incur if we all quit thinking that lighter the skin, better the options. We blindly try out any product under the sun just because we feel it might change the way we look. ‘Look’ is as crucial here as a matter of life or death, or even more important than that.

It is foremost very worrying that we do this kind of blasphemy. We are, in reality, not happy with what we have. It is not just about how much weight we put on but also about how our nose looks like a ‘pakoda’. A recent poll conducted by Reader’s Digest also reveals that most women are highly critical of around the world are not happy with their bellies, bottoms and thighs!!!

Are we merely by-products of our own making? The lifestyle that we adopt definitely is a big criteria on how we shape our bodies. But many women are also helpless when it comes to shape shifting. Their lives are marred by problems like  diabetes and weight-gain problems like thyroid. Moreover, women have become incessantly sulky also because the media around them paints a false picture of what an ideal woman is or should be like. Think of all the beauty pageants in which the most of the crowned beauties are slim with a one in a million chances of an endowed body ever being crowned.

Proof of the skinny is "in" epitome promoted by young starlets.

 

It even goes with all the clothes we find housed dresses. Most clothes would only suit a slimmer body and women like me for instance, have to skulk in various corners of a designer store or a high street brand to find the appropriate size because I wont be caught dead trying on a size S. I’m pretty sure the hype created by size zero icons like Kareena Kapoor was not too influence every women looking at her to feel insecure about her body. But soon after many actresses started following in her footsteps and shed lots of weight to get back on track. Icons like Vidya Balan made us feel good about ourselves but not anymore.

No matter how much we teach our dear little hearts to be happy with what we have, we may never come to terms with the prevailing trend of ‘thin being in’. We must remember that people on TV need do to that since they earn every single penny out of when people come to see them. So as long as your profession or health demands it… let the clothes customize themselves for you and not the other way around.