India is enriched with cultural heritage as well as one of the countries of the ancient world to witness the light of civilization. The Indus valley civilization was one of the biggest civilizations, the mysteries of which are still unrevealed and unknown. But this year the Indian audience will get the change to come closer to the history of ancient India as Mohenjo daro is on its to come.

Again the undefeated pairing of Asutosh Gowariker and Hrithik Roshan

In the year of 2008 ‘Jodha Akbar’ has already proved that what a result can bring the pairing of Asutosh Gowariker and Hrithik Roshan. So it would not be wrong to have high expectation from the pair in this year also. Mahenjodaro’ which literally means ‘mound of dead’ was one of the biggest cities of this Indus Valley Civilization. And Gowariker has selected the historical city of ancient India as the topic of his next movie. The movie ‘Mahanjo Daro’ will be an epic adventure-romantic film which will be released on 12^th August, 2016. Just like ‘Jodha Akbar’, Gowariker has chosen Hrithik for this film also. But this time a new face will appear on the silver screen with Hrithik as well as in Bollywood as the south Indian actress Pooja Hegde will make her debut in this film as the leading actress.

Shooting Location

Gowariker makes no compromise to portray the real picture of the ancient city of India. He has selected even the remote areas of Bhuj as his shooting location and continued the shooting for long 101 days in the same city from 27 January, 2015 till 23 May, 2015. It has also come to hear that during the shooting hours no friends or relatives of the actors or actresses were allowed in the set. Along with Bhuj, Gowariker took some shots in Jabalpur also and alike his other films for the rest the scenes he used expensive and innovative sets.

Find out the village boy Hrithik

Unlike ‘Bang Bang’ or ‘Dhoom 2’, Hrithik will be found in a totally new avatar in this film. The story of the movie will be based on a village boy (Hrithik) and girl (Pooja) while portraying the picture of the ancient city Mahenjo Daro. Hrithik will be seen to meet Pooja in a village fair and hence fall in love for her at the first site. But after the beginning of their love story it would be revealed that Pooja is the daughter of the killer of Hrithik’s father (Kabir Bedi). And then the revenge drama will take another turn by the time.

Hrithik has taken special training for the movie!

Just like his other movies Hrithik will be seen to do a number of stunts in mahenjo daro also but this time the stunts will be totally different than the other movies as he will be seen to fight bare handed with a crocodile and a tiger. It has come to hear that Hrithik had to take special training to shoot this scenes and he was also seen to warm up in sets before shooting these scenes. And surely you will be more impressed to know that indeed there were three crocodiles with which Hrithik has shot the fighting scene.

Some awesome tracks are sure to follow ‘Kaise Kahu’

A.R.Rahaman has made the ‘dream project’ of Asutosh Gowariker more graceful by composing the music for the movie. The first song to be released of the movie as well as the love song ‘Kaise Kahu’ in the voice of Arijit Sing has already given the hint of bringing some awesome tracks along with it.

Now it’s time to wait and watch how well Gowariker can bring his dream into reality.

Mohenjo Daro box office day 1 collection

Day 1 8.87 Crore

Day 2 9.50 Crores

Mohenjo daro getting a mixed response from audience.

A Story Of A Lady

Aritraa Datta

April 22, 2016

I have perhaps forgot my name in last 7 years. Because hardly people call me by my name. To my family I am either “choto bou” or ” choto kakima” or just “choto”.

I got married in this “Laha” bari when I was just 18 years. Due to sudden economic fall of the company, my father lost his job. And after few days he lost his life. My mother thought it was safe to give my marriage.

Since my childhood, my relatives, friends, neighbours and others used to appreciate my beauty. I also took pride in it. People also insisted me to become a model but due to our financial condition and orthodox thinking of my parents especially my father I couldn’t indulge myself in that.

The whole Laha family came to see me on a rainy day in the month of August. All I knew was that their youngest son of the family was Satish and he is the one to whom I will get married. My friends used to say my beauty will make many handsome fall for me and even after class 10 when I started going to English tuitions I also did get many love proposals.

Out of 15 people I spotted a Satish at ones. Only ones I had eye contact with him that day. He never cared to look at me. His mother asked do I know to do all household choirs. When she came to know my mother had trained me very well in household choirs, she at ones agreed to the proposal of marriage. They decided my marriage in the month of November.

After that day I met Satish directly on the day of my marriage. Like every groom he was shy to look at me. Even I too felt the same. That evening I got married to Satish.

On the day of reception in the midst of the relatives he loitered around me. I over heard people saying ‘This girl had tied this innocent boy in her grip.’ They didn’t know that I didn’t speak a word to him.

From the evening he was found moving around the bed room. I last saw him at 5:30 near the room where I was sitting alone. After that day I did not see him till today.

At 8:00 the whole family searched for him. But he was not found. Then I got to know sometimes he used to elope from house like this to Belur Moth. He admired the Saints and wanted to be one. But after that day he did not return.

Sometimes people used to console me but they never thought about any solution. No one did ever put themselves in my shoes. But I am definitely grateful to this ‘Laha’ family because they offered me shelter and food for last 7 years.

As I couldn’t finance in this family hence the job of all household work fell on me. From cleaning the house to teaching my niece Kuttu and Shiya was my job for all these days. In return they gave me a a room to stay and food.

One day I overheard Kuttu complaining his mother ‘ I saw choto kakima throwing letter to our neighbour Belu Kaku.’ From that day everyone used to doubt my every step.

Belu da was a director of bengali commercial films. The day he first saw me, he asked me if I am interested in modelling. I smiled away.

He continuously poked me with it. Sometimes I used to feel he is taking advantage of my situation but later I realised. No! This man really wants to bring me out of the dark world. When none was there beside, me when the tears dried up on its own on my cheeks he took the effort to bring a new life for me.

Yes, I used to talk to Belu Da by exchanging letters through window. My mother in law one day called me in her room and strictly said to close all the windows of my room. For the last time that day I threw a letter to him and next day morning I left ‘Laha Bari’.

On the next day my family found both me and Belu Da missing. Belu Da didn’t marry, he used to live with a servant. Everyone cursed me at home. They felt ashamed of me, for whatever I have done. They said if I again come back to their house they would throw me out of there.

One day Shiya while returning home got a magazine whose cover was my picture. She brought it to my house. My father in law for ones saw my photo and scolded Shiya and said her if she does any sort of these things she would suffer a lot. He immediately threw the magazine in a high drain. When my other in-laws came to know that my picture was up on a magazine they said,’ Seeing her picture is also a great sin.’

I got to know all these from the servant in Belu Da’s house. He even informed me that my brother in law lost his job and the financial condition of the house was very down. One evening I went to that house. I didn’t enter. From outside I called for my mother in law. She came out. By then I was quite famous in the industry. She came out wearing a torn Saree. Without any word, I handed her a blank cheque and said her, ‘Ma, Belu Da is just a brother to me. I don’t stay with him. I own a house and there I stay alone.’ She took the cheque from me and I left the house.

The myths of a fish eating person

Payelia Dasgupta

April 21, 2016

fishfry — The Beer Battered Cod with potato pancakes is a favorite Friday night special at Savoy Piano Bar in the Shorecrest on N. Porspect Ave. February 25, 2011. GARY PORTER/GPORTER@JOURNALSENTINEL.COM

As I sat down to write, I had this inexplicable desire to cook. Mother was not in the kitchen and that would be the perfect time to help myself to some ingredients which otherwise remain out of my bounds on mother’s watch. I sneaked like a cat into my own kitchen and started looking for vegetables to chop. I had some crazy ideas to serve on my platter and I felt happy to take charge of the kitchen. People would say that my behaviour is very much like a girl who is into cooking and housemaking stuff, people hardly realize that it’s the chemistry of the cooking that indulges me into this arena. The spices and the condiments that dwell in the perfect ratio in order to bring the water to the tip of the tongue..yes it is all chemistry. The one that you want to run away from during school days, the one that you want to go to now,strange as it is, chemistry can sometimes be unnerving. Follow the easy steps and it all boils down to the simple formula. I looked at the dead fish in the refrigerator. Fish have a memory of fifteen seconds. Can this be true? Fish live in water, a complex environment according to me and if you don’t remember things more than fifteen seconds, how are you supposed to remember where you keep things? I guess fish don’t require that memory at all. Some people say that dish are robots! Seriously?! Only because fishes don’t have facial features to express their emotions, you cannot outcast them to the section of non-feeling robots. Fishes however, are extremely adjustable creatures. I remember I brought home a fish in a water filled polythene bag and then transferred it to a fish bowl. The bowl was perhaps too small for the fish and it had leaped out and fell on the floor. I had to pick it up with a spoon. Oh how much i cried thinking that it was dead, but it survived and i was relieved! I wondered what is it about me that i love fish so much. The answer was geographically determined maybe. Living in a coastal region, I have grown up eating fish every day and I have developed a fondness to my cultural inclination towards fish. Fish is a part of every festival in Bengal, rohu is included in every auspicious ceremony. We even have ghosts named “Mecho bhoot” in our bedtime stories. It’s now a part and parcel of our culture. Sociology and social psychology says that habits become tradition and tradition becomes culture which further governs the behaviour of society as a whole. So Maithils and Bengalis started eating fish for something inevitable and gradually it became a culture of a society as a whole.Fish is tasty. No wonder I’m such a foodie. Mother calls it a Pomfret. I knew what to do. I brought the cold fish out from the refrigerator and allowed it to come down to room temperature. I marinated the sleek smooth fish in ginger, garlic, oil, turmeric, chilli powder and lemon juice for thirty minutes. Then tossed it in mustard oil in the frying pan. Who could resist the smell? I garnished it with tomato and coriander leaves. I fried potato fingers and my fish and chips was ready to be eaten. Having decked it up, I thought to myself, Fish is good for the eyes and brain. Did you know it is rich in proteins and bla bla bla? O come on, who am I fooling over here? It was totally irresistable and I would call myself a bad child, cause I couldn’t wait for my mother to return and helped myself to the adorned delicacy.

My old lady

Supriya Singh

April 21, 2016

Her light gray locks, with tresses of silver falls down by her wrinkled cheeks, as she coughs. Once she is done, she tucks them back, behind her ears and begins to sew my old torn shirt. I searched for this in our old almirah and found it out after hours of throwing clothes out of it. She kept cursing me for messing things up and I continued without saying anything. This Shirt is not the only good on I have, but is surely the favorite one. Also not because my beloved wife had brought it for me, on our 25^th anniversary, taking care that the color suits me; but because I cannot bring myself to part with it, even now, when she herself asks me to cast it away, I still wish to wear the touch of her fragile hands, which she had put on my chest, while looking into my eyes, and had made me her MAN of the world. I have kept this shirt for some special occasions as today.

Whenever I wear this shirt, the night comes alive in before my eyes. That had been a special day for sure. I had forgotten that it was our love day. Men are always blamed for the forgetfulness, aren’t they? I too was man enough then, to have forgotten the date. She had been sick the night before, and I had to go to work. But I kept thinking about her all day long, I wanted to give her a call to ask her about her health, but in those days we had one land telephone in the living room, and I couldn’t make her leave her bed and walk all the way from our bedroom to pick my call, just to let me know she was fine, as I hoped. So I refrained from calling her.

The faster I tried to wind up my work, the more work was up for me. I worked till late that day and when I started for home, it was already 6 in the evening. And dusk had begun to swallow the little light of the sun. I had the spare keys with me, so she should not open the gate for me. When I tiptoed into our room, she had not been on bed. Before sundry thoughts could flock me, I had felt her hand clasp my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder and found her standing behind me. I filled both her wrists into my palms and watched her smile her brightest. “Where were you? I got so worried!” I touched her forehead “you still have fever” I had said. “Look at you! You didn’t even tell me how I am looking!” she frowned. Then when I looked at her I found her in a beautiful yellow sari, it was new as I had never seen her wearing it before. I had not even noticed her black bindi on her forehead, and that she looked more than gorgeous even when she was so ill. Her mascara laced eyes peeped through her smile. And I looked into her as if for the first time. “You look mine!” I whispered. I witnessed the same saffron return to her cheeks, but she chose to hide it behind her frown. “No! You must tell me.” She insisted, winding her arms round my neck as if waiting to hear an already known answer. I wished to tell her that she looked like the sun and my love sprout in her presence to its bloom. “You look like a sunflower!” I said instead. Her wrath drove me crazy every time. And it worked too. Her expressions did change. She narrowed her eyes, and then as if suddenly remembering something again began to smile. “No fights for today! Okay Mr. Husband?” she said sweetly. I still couldn’t understand her and asked. “Why? What’s today?” I had asked. She looked down as if hurt. From Within I began to push myself to recall what anniversary it was today. We had many “our days” as she liked to remember.

‘My birthday? No! Her birthday? No! Marriage anniversary? No! First date? No! Actually I don’t remember’

She winked and unwound her arms, walked a few paces behind, held my hand and turned around to pull me after her. I protested but she would not listen. Soon I was blindfolded and was hurled up the stairs. She was taking me on the terrace, I had guessed. And I knew I was right when she pulled the blindfold from over my eyes.

My eyes took time to adjust with the light. And I saw tiny lights all over the terrace. Floating scented candles in water filled bowls. Balloons were spread everywhere on the floor and brown chocolate cake was placed on a table. I saw a card beside the cake and seeing it I picked it up. Brushing my fingers, on its surface, I looked at her. The card smelt of her. She was still smiling appealingly at me, and gesticulated me to open it and read.

“I never knew my life could be this beautiful.

I never knew I could feel this good, and even growing old

I would find new love every day. The day I had said I love you

I didn’t know we would make this far.

That you would not remain my smile and become my habit someday

And I hardly knew I would be blessed with this day

And you were the blessing in disguise I didn’t know.

I found myself, all over again.

A new me, who had a reflection of you

And this was the day, I fell for you.

And pardon my stupid rhyming too!”

I read and I smiled. After relishing my expressions from a distance she had walked up to me and I embraced her, lacing myself to her, wrapping her within me. She was my home; for it was there that I belonged. All the creases upon my soul seemed to dissolve. Today she had decided to love me. She could have anybody, somebody who would not leave her when she was sick, somebody who would remember dates, somebody who would do these things for her, which she had done for me, but she chose me instead. I was her worthless husband, whom she loved so dearly. “I love you!” is what I could murmur into her ears. “I love you too!” she had said hugging me tight. And after 25 years of marriage, I had fallen for her, all over again.

Now, as she sits in the dark; the setting sun casts its last light upon the floor, She complaints of her eyesight being weak and the spectacles are of no help. And that I should stop wearing this shirt, and get a new one for me. She says instead that she will buy me one, “you cannot do a thing!” she chides me. And in this chiding, I find a new different Annapurna, the one who would be different from the one who had earlier blushed all pink when my love showed. She is different now. She frowns a little too much, and also has developed a habit of finding fault with my (over romantic disposition) which still makes her blush before our colony kids, which she now doesn’t like.

But I can’t help it now. It is something naturally happens whenever she is near. She is a part of me now, a part of my habits, my everything. I unconsciously hold her hands, with my trembling ones. And this doesn’t make my hear leap and bound as it used to. Now it relaxes me and makes me reach the peak of serenity.

Since the times I have retired, and the ache in her knees prevented her from work. We would sit for long hours, on that same porch and talk. I don’t remember what our conversations would be about, sometimes we would chide and at some we would tease each other. Oftentimes we would talk of our children. And she would dab her eyes dry whenever she mentioned them. How less we smile and we tend to frown more. But I like these. It is the only pleasure I posses now, and to give it away in exchange for the world, I wouldn’t do.

Years ago, sitting idle was an old man’s activity. And I wondered how old men could fleet time carelessly, upon my youth. But had I known then, that this they received, I could have gone to any extent to please God to turn me old then. The things which meant so less, means the world to me now. Now days we do not celebrate anniversaries, we don’t talk of love. I realize that I had not fallen for her smile that day, or for her beautiful hazel eyes. Neither for the yellow sari. But for herself, without her smiles, with frowns, with her forgetfulness, and also with her imperfections. I don’t even remember when was the last time I had told her that I was still in love with her. But when she was done stitching my shirt, I took hold of it from over her lap. Sliding my arms into the sleeves, I wore it, and she helped me put it on. And I guess, I saw her smile, and I realized, that she remembered that it was our 52^nd anniversary today

The Act Of Crushing

Ankita Banerjee

April 20, 2016

If someone was ever to ask us what is that one thing more overwhelming than falling in love I am sure we would unanimously agree upon one thing…‘crushing’. Really this cute little feeling that I have had the good fortune of experiencing for a long time now, always made me personify it as a sixteen year old girl who, for the first time in her life lays her eyes on someone beyond herself, upon that unknown youth at the bus stop or auto stand that makes her world go wheeee!!! yet it has a strictly drawn boundary around it, a threshold which might never be crossed not because it is forbidden but our conscience tells us, it’s just better this way. Because our crush, this innate little feeling inside us which keeps us awake late at night, makes us listen to all our favourite love songs over and over again and makes us yearn for one glance of that person during the day, we somehow don’t want to murk it with pragmatism or maybe, with reality. This experience is so common to all of us that we will literally, feel exactly what the second person has gone through when he or she crushed over someone. I remember about myself, as a twelve year old my first crush was one of the cool kids of my class, well I was wrong to have that you know, because you don’t grow feelings for the cool guy when you are that oily and braided haired girl who follows the school rule book to the core with her skirt length exactly the measure mentioned in her book. I strayed into that out of bounds section of life where insignificant people like me should never stray, not even in their wildest dreams. It doesn’t require explaining that it didn’t turn out well and ended with me leaving my old school a year later. In my new school I had the most amazing experience. I saw couples walking hand in hand side by side during break times. Although they called themselves to be in “relationship” I am quite sure it was never more than what a crush initiates in our hearts, that fluttering butterflies in our stomachs, those sweet nothings that sounded more profound than Shakespeare! We weren’t naïve, I should say we still knew how to protect ourselves from the pangs of reality and the obvious, something which we lost with age.

The mark of a true crush is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.

Crushes are important in life. They help us to live in a way that doesn’t require any external push or assurance to tell us that we are fine. It has the natural ability to generate in us a positive outlook about everything, love, relationships, society anything! We learn new things from it like valuing small gestures or insignificant acts which would otherwise be meaningless to us. Once I had the good fortune of riding on my crushes bike!! Can you believe that!! It was picture perfect for me, getting up and sitting behind him, my hands lightly resting on his shoulders and the wind that kept blowing my hair over my face! I smelled an aroma in the air that day which I had never smelled before. that little incident made me believe that fairytale lies in our heart and we can experience magic in our regular mundane lives if, we just let the magic wand perform its own chores! Not for once I expected him to exchange nos or ask me to meet up again later, he was merely helping me to do something which was really important to me and that did the magic! I was happy to find myself overcome my carnal instincts, I believed in the moment for a change without expecting anything and I felt free. That is exactly what a crush does, help us get rid of our inner constraints without making us aware of it.

Adults say the crush infatuation etc are very childish things, happen only to young people. I disagree with this. What happens to us as we grow old is we become afraid, afraid of losing ourselves. But we are human beings , we were meant to lose control weren’t we?? What else then would make two sixty year old male and female develop an undefined connection between each other just by talking in a park for some days that one of the pair knows the reason of absence of the other even though no one has mentioned it. The day my father retired, I remember, he absent mindedly uttered a line out of the blue “wish I could say her bye”. I felt warm on hearing this, a kind of fullness that makes you proud about yourself that you aren’t going in the wrong direction.

These little “things” that happen to us they are life permanently engraved memories in our minds. We don’t really want to do away with them, we cherish them and we feel good that they happened because somehow without our knowledge we changed our being in that moment and we ended up liking ourselves a little more.

Sunstorm

Payelia Dasgupta

April 19, 2016

The dance of the brown leaves was a sight to remember. They were brown,they were the fallen, nobody cared for them, yet they pranced about under the currant of the summer winds. They were dead, driven away from life, yet they had hope. Hope that will carry them to a new place and help them start afresh, build some young bird’s life or maybe make new friends. Two brown leaves stitched together to form a dish for a passerbye’s ‘paanipuri’ or the thatched roof for an old man in some countryside. They would not forget those days in paradise when the parakeets or bulbils sang through their air, they would never forget those whispers in their veins to distribute food among the fruits. But now they were fallen, they were broken, they were despised because of their passivity, yet they had HOPE.

Never lose out on the moments, go through the moments because these moments make you realize that you are alive. Pain makes you realize that this is real and not a dream. A lot of bad things will happen to good people and good things will happen to bad people. But who are you to judge whether people are good or bad? Some great person once said that life is a building process and not the destination, so one must encounter such ‘moments‘, there is no escape and there is no pause button, there is no one to tell you how to cope. You must find your way, a way only typical of you and nobody’s teaching.

Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you’ll never know
Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows

Memories from love we ended

Supriya Singh

April 19, 2016

I was well acquainted with the fact that we were going to end someday; it would just evaporate like the dew gets absorbed by the heat of the sun.

The first time we talked, it was 9^th of March. On Facebook we added each other. Then I was just 18, and you needed not tell me yours. Though, I knew you were senior to me by years, but who cared I just needed a part time job, and you could employ me as a writer in your production firm. It was Sunday and we talked the whole day long, of friends and family and aims and goals. Your dreams and my aspirations coagulated us in a matrix. “Did you write?” you would always ask the question. And as an answer, I always had an incomplete task.

I used to write and you took time out to read and review my works, always praising you pushed me up, towards the heights I wanted to reach. At times your were stairs and at some your acted like the whip but never for once you left my hand because you knew how it feels to have a dream. When I had no faith in me, it is you who believed in the worth of mine. It was through you that I did shine.

Do you remember the teacher’s day? I wrote a piece to thank your grace? You said it turned your eyes wet and that you will keep that for life with you? That very day, something of a wall fell down between us. We were no more strangers or acquaintances any more. Over the years, we did turn friends. I told you about my life and pains, about my silly loss and gains. Teenaged love, my first crush, and you had gone through a many breakups. Time and again you would stoop down to my years, and I would rise up to reach yours age.

Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.

Monsoons you loved and I liked winters. That was not the only difference. Food you could cook and I loved to eat. Chicken I admired and you were a pure vegetarian. I was an imperfect little beast and you were the perfection freak. Unlike poles attract, I had only heard, but now did I see.

Remember, that night? You told me that you love me and I didn’t know what my heart wished to do. It jumped through my mouth and skipped at you. That ugly smile refused to leave my face. I still wasn’t sure of the love I possessed.

I thought a day and two before, at two in the morning I confessed my love. And surely enough it changed my world. The magic rushed in my veins; all I needed was to be with thee. I was the brook and you were the sea, where could I go if not end in thee? Could I say a “NO” to you?

I would send you pictures and you would sing me to sleep. I would kiss you in your sleep, and read my poems in the voice notes; I never did note that miles ran between us. Could a better bliss happen on earth?

Then one fine day we had a fight, you yelled at me for the first time. I apologized and I cried. I couldn’t watch you go. I had nothing to do, though. I held onto you like handful of sand. The more I tried the more you slipped past my hand. You were too reluctant to see me off. Every time I groped, I found another you. The ones I had not seen ever for true. And the love of my life had lost its hue.

Your messages ceased to come and the hours of phone conversations had ended short. “I am busy!” you always said. I waited long upon you to get free and the time when work would fade. When you will miss me like the way I do. But it would not happen; instead I would text you soon. I would see you come and go. Nor once did you try to come in my inbox to show. I would wait and wait and again text you then. But you did not seem to respect.

I would ask and yell and plead you to talk, you did never give me a reason. Affections had ended within you, all. I was no longer the one for your own. I decide to leave for your pleasures to stay, for they chose to come when I was not there to lay. Like the summers I watched you go. Slowly dying I learnt to let go.

What I had never imagined was that all would end in this way, and that you wouldn’t want to hear me say. It would exist like the way it never existed and we would again turn into me and you. And it wouldn’t even matter to you; that my presence or absence would hardly mean a thing. There would remain nothing for me to cling. Your forever died in a year, and mine had to live till the death nears.

You dwell in the warmth of my tears, like the love in my heart, with the memories of late night conversations, we used to steal. You stay in the sketch I made for you; and in the countless recordings, you remain unchanged. I fall in love every now and then; with you and your numerous follies, with your keeping yourself away from me. With Your blue ticks, which my long messages did receive. Your numerous “I love you”. And even your inability to love me the way I loved you.

Fat TO Fit

Aritraa Datta

April 19, 2016

Are you suffering from obesity? You want to lose your extra fat fast? Then you have finally come to the correct place. The conventional ideas of eating less and running more do not work for a long time. Depriving your hunger is cutting off your will power. Eventually after certain period everyone gives up and obesity is becoming epidemic these days.

If you have opened this, then finally you have some better way to get rid of your calories.

Early morning start your day with a glass of hot water with one whole lemon and prefer having sour flavors.

Lemons have high pectin fiber. It helps us to remove toxin from our body. Lemons increase our metabolic rate and increase in that helps us to reduce our weight faster. Sour flavors help in production and release of Bile, a fluid that helps to break down fat in stomach. Lemon water even before high calorie meal is beneficial in terms of absorption of fat and quick digestion.

Prefer using stairs in place of escalator or elevator.

In your busy schedule it is difficult to find time for exercise, if you manage to find time for it then walk for 30 minutes regularly. If you don’t have time then you should find out some effective thing in your daily life. If you go for shopping in malls then use the stairs instead the escalators or elevators. Avoid taking transport for going from one place to other if you have enough time and is not that long distance. Walking is effective and helps to reduce fast.

Eat only when you are hungry.

Do not go for eating just because you are bored. Food is an easy mode of entertainment because they are tasty and easily available. Unnecessary snacking is a way to led obesity. If you are not really hungry feel free to skip meals. Eat only when you are hungry, but not when it is time for you to be hungry. Listen to your body not the clock.

Try to minimize junk food and even the products which are sold as low fat products.

Low fat coke, chocolate are other stuffs are made with artificial sugar and alcohol and it is not certainly low fat but still certain companies sells it as low fat products. If you see junk food around you it is difficult for you to stop having it, but do not have those food regularly. Have it ones in a while but make sure you take measures to get rid of the calories you intake.

Do not keep your stomach empty.

As I have mentioned earlier that in course of reduction of weight you should not starve. Starving will just make us suffer and lose you will power. Eat the amount of food which your body needs but it should be healthy one.

Carry water where ever you go.

Water increases the metabolic rate of the body. Keep water as a part of your diet. Drink at least 3-4 liters of water a day. If possible prefer having hydrated water. Sometimes if you are hungry and you don’t have food around you then satisfy your hunger with water. Drinking lots of water is an excellent way to lose weight.

Avoid consumption of beer.

Beer shuts down fat burning, often beer is considered as liquid bread. Even avoid sweetened cocktail and switch over to Wine (red or dry white), Dry champagne, Whiskey or Vodka with Soda. These drinks hardly contains sugar or carbohydrate and hence obviously better than beer. But any alcohol products cut downs weight loss, so moderation is still a good idea.

Get checked your hormones.

Even after trying various things no get no results then get your hormones checked. There are 3 types of hormonal disorder which causes weight gain.

Thyroid hormone.
Stress hormone.

Thyroid hormone disorder is a frequent problem for women. This causes constipation, dry skin and most importantly weight gain.

Stress hormone the stubborn culprit for weight issue may be stress hormone. Too much release of this hormone increases hunger level and subsequently increase in weight gain.

If you think you are facing these problems hurry to the concerned doctor.

Appreciate your success in weight loss.

Think positively about your weight loss. Even though you have succeeded only a little appreciate that. Always keep a track how much you lose. This will give you enthusiasm to carry on the weight loss procedure for a stretch of time and make you reach your goal.

Rest your mind and body

Get good amount of sleep. As I mentioned earlier that how stress causes weight gain, you must give your body a good amount of time to rest as sleep decreases stress.

Inspire yourself

It is really shocking and difficult to belief that how these beauties were fat and ugly.

1. Aiswariya Rai Bacchan

2. Aliya Bhatt

3. Parineeti Chopra

4. Sonam Kapoor

5. Zarene Khan

6. Rekha

7. Kareena Kapoor

8. Esha Deol

If they can you too can. Just give it a try and step to style. Stay fit, stay confident.

Aladin 2016

Aritraa Datta

April 17, 2016

Since my aunt did not conceive an issue, my uncle and aunt adopted a boy child. My grandmother used to say, my uncle was a huge fan of Aladin when he was a child and she said my brother will be named Aladin. He is the most loved kid of our house.

In order to fulfill the impact of his name, my father gifted him a beautiful lamp on his 5^th birthday. Since then, he didn’t part himself from the lamp. Where ever he used to go he used to carry the lamp with him. Sometimes we used to find him talking to the lamp. Even he said to us often, “My lamp really works.”

Everyone made fun of him. When he was admitted to school he wanted to carry his lamp even there. First few days he even took the lamp with him, but soon he was caught by his teachers in school. By that time he became quite famous in the school. All other students became his fan as he said to other students how his lamp works were and really excited when he was in around them. This created commotion in the class and his parents were called.

When the matter became serious his parents consulted a doctor. He was given medicine. But the matter didn’t leave his mind. Doctor said when with his age this will slip his mind. Though after lots of scolding he stopped telling the stories in his school but he continued at home. We never used to give him much attention.

One summer afternoon I found him sitting under the table with his lamp. He called me. I went to him and he started telling me how is lamp works. I smiled at him and I was about to come back. Then he pulled my hand and rubbed the lamp and seriously to my surprise a blue genie popped up. He asked him, “What can I do for you Sir?”

When I was about to call others in the family the genie whispered, “Shh!! Only you both can see me.” I was really shocked and my brother said to him “Take us to that wonderland where we went the last day.”

Within a few seconds I found myself in a beautiful garden. My brother whispered to me “I said you I don’t lie.” He then rushed and got his favourite ice cream of chocolate flavor and oreo topping from a tree. He knew that I loved Biriyani and said if I want to have one plate of it then I should look for it in the 4^th row of the trees and I will find the Biriyani in the 8^th tree of that row. And he went running towards Chota Bheem to play.

While I was wondering in the garden I found different types of food in different trees. When I got for myself a plate of Biriyani and chicken chap the place transformed into a beautiful restaurant with soft music in background, a beautiful lady came to me and asked me in what ways can she entertain me. I said her that I want to watch an unreleased movie of Sharukh Khan as I am a great fan of him, a beautiful screen came up and Raees was up on the screen. After the movie I came back to the garden and yet I found him playing but now with Sinchan. While I was loitering around something fell on my shoulder and my eyes opened, I realized it was a silly dream. I smiled to myself and went to the dinning room for chilled water. While I was returning back to my room I found the lamp lying beside the television.

I looked back at it and found a layer of dirt on it. I came towards it and I started to wipe off the dirt.

The lamp fell from my hand. A big fat genie appeared and it asked me, “What is your order, Madam?”

Raees may be the movie of the year

Anwita Biswas

April 17, 2016

Only four months have passed of 2016 and in this four months Bollywood have given the chance to witness us a number of good movies and there are also some others which are in the list of to be released. King Khan has spread the color of ‘Gerua’ in the Indian audience at the very beginning of the year but it is not the end as he is about to come with his ‘Raees’ which can be the movie of the year.

Star cast

Raees is going to be released on July 6, 2016 under the banner of Red Chillies Entertainment and Excel Entertainment. The movie is directed by Rahul Dholakia, produced by Gouri Khan, Ritesh Sidhwani and Farhan Aktar. Rahul Dholakia, Harit Mehta, Ashish Vashi, Niraj Shukla have written the story of the movie. The movie is featuring Shah Rukh Khan, Mahira Khan in the lead roles and Nawazuddin Siddiqui and Anil Mange as the co-stars. It would not be wrong to wish to have a great movie ahead when there are numbers of great actors together in a movie.

Plot and shooting location

Raees is an Action Thriller drama film. It is related to political background. Like any other movies of him, Shah Rukh Khan will appear in a new avatar. The film is set in 1980’s Gujrat. But Rahul has chosen various places of Mumbai as the shooting location and it has been shot in a sprawling set in Mumbai. SRK will play the role of an eponymous hero Raees Khan whose business is highly challenging and who will be eventually thwarted by police officer.

Poster is giving the hint to bring something unique

The poster of the movie has come out which is clearly giving a hint to have a interesting movie ahead. Bespected and bearded SRK can be seen in the poster with a rough and tough expression and body language sitting in front of boxes of alcohol. And the two lines “Baniya ka dimaag and miyabhai ka daring” is sure to make everyone curious about the upcoming movie.

The trailer is sure to make you curious

The trailer has already got released and obviously has got well feedback from audience. The trailer starts with rolling bottles of liquor on the road which reminds the memory of SRK’s ‘Devdas’. But at the very moment your imagination must be turned to be just the opposite when SRK’s chilling can be heard from background as he tells the story of his rise from a bootlegger to a dreaded don.

Now it is the time to see how much successful SRK can be to entertain audience in this Eid with his charisma.

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Again the undefeated pairing of Asutosh Gowariker and Hrithik Roshan

Shooting Location

Find out the village boy Hrithik

Hrithik has taken special training for the movie!

Some awesome tracks are sure to follow ‘Kaise Kahu’

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“I never knew my life could be this beautiful.

I never knew I could feel this good, and even growing old

I would find new love every day. The day I had said I love you

I didn’t know we would make this far.

That you would not remain my smile and become my habit someday

And I hardly knew I would be blessed with this day

And you were the blessing in disguise I didn’t know.

I found myself, all over again.

A new me, who had a reflection of you

And this was the day, I fell for you.

And pardon my stupid rhyming too!”

The mark of a true crush is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.

Early morning start your day with a glass of hot water with one whole lemon and prefer having sour flavors.

Prefer using stairs in place of escalator or elevator.

Eat only when you are hungry.

Try to minimize junk food and even the products which are sold as low fat products.

Do not keep your stomach empty.

Carry water where ever you go.

Avoid consumption of beer.

Get checked your hormones.

Appreciate your success in weight loss.

Rest your mind and body

Inspire yourself

1. Aiswariya Rai Bacchan

2. Aliya Bhatt

3. Parineeti Chopra

4. Sonam Kapoor

5. Zarene Khan

6. Rekha

7. Kareena Kapoor

8. Esha Deol If they can you too can. Just give it a try and step to style. Stay fit, stay confident.

Star cast

Plot and shooting location

Poster is giving the hint to bring something unique

The trailer is sure to make you curious

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