The accessory that gets the least importance – most of the times…!

The party is just over. We ushered in a brand new 2018 as we bid adieu to 2017.

The world over, the party went on until the wee hours of the morning. Great music, good food and a super group of people got together to celebrate a whole trip around the Sun.

Whether the event you went to was just simple friends and family one or a big gig that all the who’s who was eager to get invited to, getting ready for that must have been your number one agenda.

You made sure you got the dress in proper order, you got the hair spa appointment, the manicure and the pedicure too done a day or max two in advance. The shopping for the perfect shoes too must have taken its importance to ensure the perfect look, from head to toe.

The earrings, the eye make-up, the jewellery all was in place …. But wait. Are we forgetting something?

Ever wondered, what others notice when you make that grand entry into the party or into anyone’s house for a social event – trust us on this… they notice everything. Not just the earrings, the bracelets or the shoes or the well cut and perfect fitting dress, they will notice everything, right from how you wore your hair that day, to what colour were the shoes. Err… did we jump from the hair to the shoes directly… there is something important that you held in your hand – yes, we are talking about the wallet, purse or the clutch that you carried. Unfortunately or just by plain over oversight, most of us neglect this accessory or keep it as a last priority item. Here is a quick rundown of that you can look for in this area.

The traditional clutch –

This comes in various colours and textures. The typical croc skin style and the boa skin style are a hot favourite in his category – blending well with a white or black dress or an evening gown that shows the class you wish to flaunt. The typical black, white, blue and red in various leather finish are also popular based on how critical the colour match is.

The bigger but not too big clutch –

This one comes with a belt or a chain that you can hang over the shoulder. The belt often is in the same texture and colour as the purse and has the option to be neatly folded and tucked into the purse itself making it a versatile and traditional clutch whenever you need it to be. Metal chains as belts bring out the jazz in them as well. Gold, white or steel are the most popular colours available for these belts.

The big one –

This can also double up as your tote and has a number of compartments that can help you keep those ever so essential items that are a must-have in every girl’s purse.

Last but not the least – The simple money wallet

Sometimes you wonder if this one is a men’s wallet or a women’s wallet. As much as you would appreciate, minimalist fans love to keep it as simple as they can. This one just carries your cash, a few cards and maybe a single key without a keychain. Again, this one is a handheld accessory and carrying it with your cell-phone can become a bit irksome, especially if you are going to each and the crowded party has no free tables that you can sit at. Colours – usual, black and brown are hot favs. Some funky white and reds can also be the fancy of few out there.

Bonus tip: these can be pretty slim and do have an uncanny knack to fall into gaps between chairs and sofas… so be careful and place them on the table when you sit to eat. Make sure the material is good quality so that simple water or small food items bits don’t stain them.

About the Guest Writer: Ajit has spent around 16+ years in the corporate IT sector in India, consulting with clients for their change management and employee training related projects. An effective communicator with a passion for getting through to the target audience, he has been successful in ensuring the project’s success every time. Along with being the founder of Web Content Creators, a blogger, and a writer, Ajit is an avid reader and can read almost anything good that he can lay his hands on. He cannot survive without tea and most of the times you can find him working on blogs and articles on his laptop. He enjoys quality time with his family and also is learning to be a professional photographer. He can be reached on Twitter: Xajit and webcontcreate

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That deviant sensation
Those eccentric talks
That ravaging ignorance
Those unuttered locutions

Life was all upside down
Those agitations were coming along
Trying to figure out
What’s going wrong

Both were perturb
Both were squalling
Asking one another
For second shot before cessation

Wanted to pretermit every clanger
Covet to saunter together in sprinkle
None were delighted with that
But nothing work in the end

They were shattered
They felt victimized
Some bad reminiscence
And their armour propre

They brawled to safeguard their love
They strive for a revival
They tried to vanquish
Every situation they faced

Their peregrination was beautiful
But the end was barbarous
Everything ceased
With their severance

All those endeavors
Failed to shield
Their incessant relationship
That love
Those vows


About the Guest Writer – Neha Siddhwani is based in India. Reincarnating Reminiscence is what she tries to do.  She is a Fashionista who is Vocab freak and when she is done writing or with playing with words, reading something good provides inner peace to her. She can be contacted on Twitter and Instagram.


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I’m Old, and I’m Proud By Cynthia Adina Kirkwood

An elderly relative from Belize visited my family in New York when I was 4 years’ old. By example, my parents taught me to respect old people, even revere them. But this relative seemed ancient to me. She looked older than anyone I had ever seen in my young life. On her face, the wrinkles had wrinkles.

“I look old, don’t I,” she asked unabashedly. I thought it, but I wouldn’t dare say it.

She didn’t give me a chance to answer her question.

“You’re going to get old someday,” she said.

I screamed inside myself: “Maybe. But I’ll never look like you.”

She said, “You’ll look just like me.”

She must have been at least 100. What a blessing it would be to live that old.

Now, I accept the fact that I am old. And, what’s more, I am proud to be old. When I was in my 50s, I wrote about buying and working land in Portugal. I described myself as defying age. Why should I defy age? Definitely, I was trying to prove something to other people. Now, I am comfortable with having nothing to prove to others.

I am embracing my age.

At this point in my life, I don’t have to please anyone but myself. Let me repeat: I don’t have to please anyone but myself. This is liberating.

In my novel, Turn On, Tune Out, the protagonist, Angelica Morgan, is 30 years’ old. She is a well-traveled, well-read woman who composes music. Angelica is on her way to being accomplished, but she is not there yet. Even though she is an independent person, she is still young enough to want to please people. Because of this desire, Angelica will make some big mistakes, mistakes which happen after the book’s ending.

Recently, my teenaged son told me that I am judgemental of people. At first, I became defensive. And then, I realized that I have had a lot of experience with a lot of people. In the past, I ignored my intuition and often gave people the benefit of the doubt. I’m less likely to do that now. I can see how that would seem that I am judgemental. But the truth is that I just listen to and trust myself now.

When I have begun to say that I am old in conversation with friends and family, they barely let me get the words out of my mouth before telling me that I don’t look my age.

“Sixty is the new 50,” they chime in.

I’m insisting now on being given my due. I’ve earned my age. Please don’t try to snatch the years away. All of my life’s joys and sadness contribute to making me whom I am now.

I’m happy to be me.

The best thing about being a writer is being wholly and truly me. . . at any age.

Who Should Read Turn On, Tune Out

Artists are essential for our spiritual survival. If you believe this, then this novel is for you. As readers reclaim their belief in their freedom to think, I hope that they will appreciate composers and musicians and painters and sculptors and actors and writers even more. And if they are artists, I hope that they will be inspired to create even more.

About the Author : I am old enough to forget some of my work, writing, and educational experiences for my CV. Born and raised in New York City, I now live in rural Portugal. Turn On, Tune Out is my third novel.

About the Guest Post: Since finishing Turn On, Tune Out, I seem to be going through an intense period of personal revelation. It could be because writing fiction is writing about oneself. Or it could be my age.

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Has there been a major shift in the taste of the Hindi film audience?


Every society changes with time and India is no different. As any art form is a mirror of the society we live in, it is obvious that it will also undergo change from time to time. The same is the case with Hindi cinema.

The change of societal mindset has brought a change in the perspective and ideologies of the audience and this is reflected in the kind of unconventional films we have been witnessing since last decade or so. The arrival of multiplexes is also considered a boon for such films.

Hence, a lot of Hindi film fanatics and film experts have been making claims that there has been a massive change in the taste of the audience in today’s modern times.

But how true is it? Has there been a major shift in the taste of the audience? Have people come out of the obsession of superstars and commercial factors and are willingly accepting content driven cinema even if it has no big stars?

There is no denying that unconventional subjects are gaining acceptance since last 8 to 10 years or so. A decade ago nobody would have imagined that subjects like Barfi! (2012), Vicky Donor (2012), Queen (2014), Kahaani (2012), Newton (2017), Tumhari Sulu (2017), October (2018), etc, would succeed at the box office. In fact, hardly any producer would have even agreed to finance such scripts.

But at the same time, a large majority of the audience still prefers the age-old hero-centric films with commercial factors. If we look at 2017 and 2018, the biggest business is still brought by films like Judwaa 2, Golmaal Again, Tiger Zinda Hai and Baaghi 2.

During the same period, the unconventional films with no big stars that received acclaim include, Hindi Medium, Bareilly Ki Barfi, Shubh Mangal Saavdhan, Newton, Tumhari Sulu, The Ghazi Attack, Anaarkali Of Aaraah and Qarib Qarib Singlle.

Here’s the India box office comparison of both categories of films (numbers derived from

Judwaa 2 132 crore
Golmaal Again 205 crore
Tiger Zinda Hai 339 crore
Baaghi 2 160 crore (still counting)


Hindi Medium 63 crore
Bareilly Ki Barfi 34 crore
Shubh Mangal Saavdhan 42 crore
Newton 22 crore
Tumhari Sulu 33 crore
The Ghazi Attack 20 crore
Anaarkali Of Aaraah 1.5 crore (!!!)
Qarib Qarib Singlle 16 crore
Hichki 44 crore

This indicates that the masses or the large chunk of the audience is unfazed by the unconventional and novel subjects. It is only films with big stars and commercial factors that are still pulling them to theaters. That even a flop like Tubelight goes onto score 114 crore in India alone just because it had Salman Khan speaks volumes about the mindset of a large majority of audience.

In other words, there is a huge division among the audience in terms of the kind of films they prefer. Interestingly, both sections enjoy Hindi or Bollywood films. However, they vastly disagree in their choices of films.

Moreover, this division is a byproduct of the massive change in the mindset of people from urban cities and smaller towns or villages. After all, Hindi cinema audience comprises of people from all parts of India. The aforementioned unconventional films have found acceptance mostly only in urban cities like Mumbai and Delhi.

On the other hand, the big hits are the ones that have received thumbs up even from semi-urban or rural India. This chunk of audience still prefers desi entertainers where the word ‘actor’ is replaced by ‘hero’ and ‘heroine’; the former being more important that latter.

The single most factors relevant to them are the ‘hero’ or the male actor. It is fine if the girl is shown to be dumb and he stalks her in the name of love, makes it look as if she needs his constant protection and bashes up baddies like killing mosquitoes; something the hero has been doing since ages.

This also explains why the dubbed versions of the regressive south Indian films are so popular on TV in non-south regions, especially small towns and villages. So, obviously, films with female protagonists or central characters (Queen or Kahaani) don’t work well with this section of the audience.

The moral of the story is that there is still some way to go before we can claim that there has been a major shift in the mindset of the Hindi film audience.


By Keyur Seta 

I am a senior film journalist working with in Mumbai. I am born and brought up here and I have no native place. I live and breathe Hindi and, since a decade, Marathi cinema. I feel fortunate to have been working in this field as I am seriously not interested in any other work even if it pays me more. Other than this, I am just an ordinary person who prefers only simple joys of life. I am like a face in the crowd.

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My Journey to the World of Writing

Taking the pain to write a 130-page self-help book on Happiness wasn’t simple for me, especially balancing my full-time job as a banker and equally investing quality energy with my family. Somewhere that lost passion of my early twenties was shoving to get closer. My heart was ranting and bartering  ‘For Holy sake, please Start’.

During my college days, I was in J&K state with my maternal grandmother and had bunches of extra time.  I wrote letters to the editor for a local newspaper called ‘Kashmir Times,’ and they mostly got published. I also started writing lyrics. But they were of no use without a music composer. So I sent them via registered post to the newspaper office in the form of poems (lyrics for me), and they published it. I felt an adrenaline rush and wrote much more, and it frequently got a place in the local newspapers. That was the last time I could think of some writing by me.

My passing age kept squeezing me to mark a beginning. One day while browsing through the net, I came across a short story contest from Times of India, judged by literary giants like Ashwin Sanghi, Chetan Bhagat, Ravi Subramanian and few others. This challenge seemed a refresher course to me. That day I said ‘No’ to watching late night TV on my lethargic, languid couch and placed myself on the writing desk. Night and days seemed poles apart, wearing the hat of mysteries and dreams after dark, trading it with a courteous outfit amid the day, loaded with tight calendars and targets. Writing was the only way to extinguish my increased thirst, and all the inspirational writing quotes on the planet encompassed my desk. I wrote many short stories for the contest. Though I could not make it to the top list, I knew the writing bug has already bit me. So I penned down my debut book ‘10 Essentials to the Blueprint of Happiness,’ and it took me ten months to complete it.

So…. Happy Reading.

About the Guest writer: Bhanu Arora is a Banker by profession and also a passionate writer. ‘Ten Essentials to the Blueprint of Happiness’ is his debut book. He also a short story writer and can be accessed from his blog. His other passions are travelling, music, movies, and food that inspire him to write. You can contact him on Twitter, Website and Youtube.

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Breathing in her breath he lives,

Dreaming in his breath she sleeps.

Hugging her tight his heart stops,

Hugging him tight her heart blasts.

Kissing her lips he teleports to other universe,

Kissing his lips she teleports her universe itself.

If she cries, his cells turn into heap of ashes,

If he cries, her heart rejects the blood.

She is his hug, he is her warmth

She is his blanket and he is her never ending dream.

They become light when they are close,

And they are each other’s shadows of love when they are away.


About the Guest writer : Kalyan, proudly calls himself a sapiosexual and a writer who likes to play with words. He accepts readers deedback even if it’s negative.

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