The Color of Love

 

The Color of Love
Red – The Color of Love

Have you ever wondered why Red is considered as color of love?

Every time we think of love, we think of our soul-mate, our loved ones, we think of good things in our life, we think of flowers, nature, beauty…. and If just now you would think of a color, I bet it would be Red.

I am not talking about love between two lovers only, precisely speaking not a romantic love, but love in general. Love in its selfless form. Love which is between a parent and a child, two siblings, two friends and more specifically between any two souls.

Love can be categorized into any of the above category but if you have to choose a color for depicting your love, that color would be Red.

Now, coming to the underlying foundation behind this color categorization, I hope all of you are aware of the Human Aura. Aura is the energy field, Prana as called in Hindi, the life essence. Aura or this vital energy force is what we all have, maybe some of you have also felt it. This energy force is the one which remains with us throughout our life, and will leave with the soul it is attached to. Most astonishing fact is that whatever we go through in our life, our Aura reflects that in it’s energy.

Have you, meting a person for the first time, felt a total repulsion, what we call sometimes as a negative vibe, or a strong attraction, called positive vibe? Have you ever felt, a strong distrust to someone, who has in fact not given any reason for you to doing so? Why do we sometimes make very strong first impressions, even when we didn’t get enough time to explore the other person? It’s just our energy field reacting to the other person’s energy field. Positive and negative vibes.

Every feeling and emotion that we go through, is got reflected in our Aura too. When we are feeling love, it gets reflected in our Aura, when we are feeling anger, this got reflected too. No matter how good an actor you are, when you are in presence of someone you hate, your whole body, your whole persona shows that anger (It’s totally a different thing, if the victim of your hate is smart enough to notice that). Same is for love, respect, greed, lust and every other emotion.

When our Aura shows these emotions, it does the differentiation via colors. Yes, you have guessed it right, Love is shown as color Red in our Aura. Not only our Aura, the Chakra system also shows Red as a vital color of our physical self.

A selfless and pure love is denoted by bright Red, same as the color of blood of healthy person. A love of companionship, friendship and care is bright crimson red. Love with that higher power, the one you truly believe in, is same as a bright rose tint. But add lust, anger, passion and hate, this red will get maligned and takes the various shades of dull and darker red, brownish and blackish red. Ever heard of the term, “Red in anger” or “blushing red with Love”. Try to picture both in your head, the picture of anger will be a dull and darker shade of love, while a girl blushing with love will have a soft but bright red on her cheeks.

The Color of Love
Aura Color Spectrum

There are many more colors shown by our Aura like Yellow for Intellect, like a Guru, teacher, saint wearing yellow or a shade of yellow(orange). Blue denoting religion, Green denoting greed and nature love, Purple showing religion with authority and many more such emotions. Black and White, which are totally opposite but complementing colors. It will be too much if I will write about each one of them here. Maybe in some other post . Today it is just for love, love for Red.

In case you are thinking, how do I know all of this?

The Color of Love
Aura Color

Well, I read, I meditate, I feel, I see and I write.

My Kinds of People

Re blogging to help a friend in need….. seek positivity

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Today when I saw this photo on my friends Facebook page (Yeah I do lot of facebooking), the first thought that came to my mind was, are we really original or just copies of each other. This thought lingered in my mind for some time and the reason that I am writing about it, is that it makes me think about me. The kind of people I have met in life and their influence on me. My family, my friends, my enemies (yeah I have lots of them) and some strangers whom I have met but never got the chance to know.

What is interesting in all this thought process is, that I have heard everyone say that they are not like the rest. All of us think that we are different from others and are unique in our own way. Have…

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ILLUSION (Review): Book by Frank Peretti

ILLUSION
ILLUSION

(ILLUSION by Frank Peretti)

I have always loved mysteries and fiction, this one is worth the love. Illusion is one such book which will keep you engaged throughout the read. It is the first book that I have read of Frank Peretti, and I know I will be going for more. Most captivating thing about this book was, you are never sure what’s going to happen next. With so many twists and turns, taking on different genres and then mixing them all together in a single book, it’s not an easy task. But, Peretti has done it so beautifully in this book. This book is put in the genre of christian fiction, but it can easily be tagged into teen fiction, romance, science, religion and thriller, all at the same time.

The book tells the story of Dane and Mandy, the sixty year old magician couple, deeply in love with each other. After a long companionship of forty years, Dane was suddenly left devastated when Mandy die in a car crash. His world is torn apart and he decides to leave everything and go back to the place where he first met her, at her hometown. But, was Mandy really dead?

She doesn’t agree with this.

Sitting under a tree in a hospital gown a twenty year old Mandy was wondering what era is this? How does she suddenly woke up in 2010, when all she did was sleep under a tree in 1970s. Uncanny.

My typical mind, brainwashed with so many ghost and rebirth stories, quickly thought that this could be old Mandy’s soul which has captured a young girl and entered into her body. Gosh! My imagination. No, this is not the case. It becomes clear when I read it further. New Mandy met Dane while demonstrating some street magic. Yes, magic. New Mandy can also do magic. One common factor. But big disappointment for me when both Dane and New Mandy couldn’t recognize each other. So, how can she be a rebirth? No, she is no rebirth. She didn’t even have a memory loss. She remembers everything from the dress she was wearing to the name of street she lived.

Story unfolds some more. New Mandy can do weird stuff. I can’t call it magic if you can levitate yourself without any string attached, kinda like Criss Angel. She can put life to any static object like a ball, coffee in cup, mike and even a pencil to poke you. How did she get those superpowers? That is actually the main secret behind her story. Coming to Dane, poor widower, coping with his wife’s death, has new challenges to face in his life. He has met a girl who looks a lot like her Mandy, only she is not. She is a kid, so younger, stupid, and always seems to be in danger. However hard he is trying to stay away from that girl, he is getting more and more entangled in her life. My next thought was that she could be a daughter of old Mandy, which Dane is not aware of. Too filmy! I know.

No, this is also not the case, as both of them feel romantically for each other. But, she is not Mandy. Book shows a different and mature approach to teenage crush which Mandy has for Dane. Only, Dane could not reciprocate the same to her, she being a lot younger than him. This aspect is dealt beautifully in the book, never getting weird.

Approaching end, everything is answered patiently. With the big secret out (no, I am not telling you that), both Dane and Mandy’s life comes to a point of losing each other once again. Till the last page, I was hoping for a miracle. Hoping for balance of universe, for love, for eternal love of Dane and Mandy.

What appealed to me other than the story was the last note of author, Frank Peretti. When he says that this story is not only a science fiction or a love story, this one is also about finding yourself. To find out, Who you are, What are you here for? Doing, what you need to do? What you actually want from life? And, what do you believe in? Ultimately, accepting your beliefs and give yourself to that higher power.

Blessed are those who are being Loved.

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

Finally I watched Bombay talkies, nearly half an year after the movie released. I had high hopes from the movie as this movie was made to celebrate the completion of 100 years of Indian cinema, also the more fascinating point being that it has four short stories directed by four maestro directors of Indian CinemaKaran Johar, Dibakar Banerjee, Zoya Akhtar and Anurag Kashyap(My Fav). I won’t say that my hopes were not met, they were to some extent, but in the end I was craving for more. Craving for that extra icing on the cake, and that extra was satisfied with the title song pictured on the fabulous stars like Aamir Khan, Ranbir Kapoor, Kareena, Sridevi, Madhuri, Karishma, Vidya, Akshay, Imran, Shahrukh and many more…..

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

First story of this movie is titled “Ajeeb Dastan Hai Ye”, and is directed by Karan Johar. This story deals with homosexuality, and quite surprisingly very differently than Karan’s earlier attempt of “Dostaana”. Story is of a homosexual media intern Saquib, who is working for Rani Mukherji, married to News reader and analyzer Randeep Hooda. Problem arises when Saquib understood that the married couple is not so happily married and this is because the husband is gay. So, out of nowhere he makes a move on him (stupidly, in front of his whole news crew in the office), and got beaten up badly. Saquib again very stupidly went to Rani, and again in front of everyone at her office, announced that her husband has actually kissed him. So lame. Very mature Karan. Well, I really liked the part where saquib got into a fight with his father, slapping him continuously and shouting “I am not a eunuch, I am homosexual. And even if I would be a eunuch, there is nothing wrong with it. There is nothing wrong with me.” I didn’t liked the climax though, in the end it is shown that poor Randeep who was actually a confused soul (gay or straight, who am I?), got thrown out of his house, by the wifey, Rani. End is shown as it is liberating for Rani to finally know that it was not her fault in marriage, it’s his, the husband. And there goes the whole idea behind depicting homosexuality in a broad-minded way. It should have been the liberation of husband, who finally came to know what he actually wants and what he really is. Alas!

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

Another point which I should have pointed out in the beginning is that the above story does not seem to be related to Indian Cinema in any way. All the other stories have somewhat taken inspiration from the cinema. Moving on to the the next one.

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

This story “Star” is the most beautifully written. Directed by Dibakar Banerjee, this is the story of a failed star/actor played by Nawazuddin. He believes that if he is good in his work, then work will come to him. Thus, he is mostly without work, even though he proves in the end that he is good in his work. It was a surprise encounter of his mentor’s ghost that actually opens his eyes, and he came to know of the fact that it does not matter if you are good or bad in your work, what matters most is, passion. Passion in what you do. You could be good in acting, but unless you have the passion to leave everything, take risk and completely immerse yourself in acting, you can not achieve success. Realization come and he runs to his daughter and with that passion in the eyes, narrates his whole day to her. The day when he actually worked in a film with Ranbir Kapoor. He sleeps that night, peacefully. As if he has find his Nirvana.

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

Third story “Shiela Ki Jawani” directed by Zoya Akhtar, is of a little boy, who actually loves dressing up as girl, adores Katrina Kaif, and dances to the tune of “Shiela Ki Jawani”. His father, being a typical male, does not want his boy to go a girly way and impose football lessons on him. This story depicts that as a parent and as a society we are the one who have made differentiation between what a girl or boy can do, and what they are not allowed to do. A father can gift a doll to his daughter and ball to his son but not the other way. A teacher who is teaching classical dance to girls, does not want a boy to even look at the lessons. This is the same society we are living in, who then tell us to raise our daughters and boys as same. Most touching part was when the sister asks the boy, “Do you know, why papa was so angry at you?”. Boy replied “Maybe because I touched mamma’s makeup”. She replies “No, it’s because you were dressed as a girl”. And he said very innocently “Why? Is it bad to be a girl?

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

Last story “Murabba”, directed by Anurag Kashyap, truly captures the essence of impact of Indian cinema in our lives. That larger than life image of film stars and the way we relate to them. A small town boy, Vijay goes to Mumbai to fulfill his father’s wish of eating a Murabba blessed by none other than “The Amitabh Bachchan”. This film also shows the honest and pure desire by which small towners still worship their cinema idols. Vijay struggles and try to work out any possible way to reach the mega star, he even try to bribe the security guard at Mr. Bachchan’s house. Finally, he did manage to give Murabba to him, actually persuade him to eat half of it before his eyes. Very innocent. Fun part was when his father tells him the true story behind his encounter with “The Dilip Kumar”. Lesson learn “Never put Murabba in Achaar’s jar”.

Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema
Bombay Talkies: Celebrating 100 years of Indian Cinema

 I did enjoyed all the stories, some more and some less but nevertheless I liked them. But, it was the end title song “Apna Bombay Takies” which takes your breath away. Phew!!!

 Now, I am going to cook myself a good lunch, and there is no sharing when it comes to food. So, you better go and watch a movie 🙂

 

Long/Short story of my new Haircut

Long/Short story of my new Haircut
Me before haircut
Long/Short story of my new Haircut
After the Haircut

(My before and after moment)

I love my hair. Every girl do. But, I love them as long as they are manageable. Manageable in my dictionary means one brush here, one brush there and you are done. Someday I comb only when I am going out. No, I am not that busy, I am just toooooo Lazy. (here, I have said it. Happy now.)

It was almost five to six months back, when I had my last haircut. You know that itchy feeling (not itchy – itchy, but, ohh forget it, I don’t have the right word to explain it), feeling when you know that you need a cut but your hair still look okay to others. Others in this case is my hubby. So, I was nagging him for the past month, that I needed a haircut, let’s go to a hair salon. And, he was always, like, hmm okay. Will go. But, I keep on hearing this “will go” for a month. Poor me 😦

I used to think of me as the laziest person on earth (My mom would have agreed with that too), but since I have met my hubby, I have moved down to second position. He is “The Laziest” person I have seen, unless he has to go to gym. If you want to take him  somewhere, you have to coax him by saying, we will stop by the gym, do some exercise and then we will go to the desired place. Even than he will ask you, how much time in gym?

You must be thinking, why I didn’t went on my own. I could have, I know the way to salon, I have the car, knew driving, could have also managed with kids, but, and the big but is that, who would I have blamed on, in case something goes wrong with the cut. In case, I didn’t liked it, I could have said, “you bring me here, it’s your fault”. Yeah, we wives can blame anything on our husband. One time I even blamed him for the weather. “It’s raining, because you don’t want to go out. So, typical of me. J

I kept on bugging him (I don’t nag much 🙂 usually ). But, as he was also trying very hard to save his number one title of The Laziest person, he didn’t take me. :O

So, there I was, standing in front of my mirror, with a scissor in my hand, some different sizes combs and one hand mirror. There I was, all set. Where to start from? Took the scissor and cut a small bunch, then another, and then one more cut, and then it was fun. Yup, I enjoyed it. Going through my hairs, layer by layer, trying to see what will look good, better then good, or bad…. and after around ten minutes, I was done. Phew!!

Had a look at myself, front mirror then the hand mirror, back and front, side ways. Hmmn. Not bad. Like it. Then I look down. Ohh crap. Who will clean this mess? Whole floor was covered with hairs. Thank god, kids were asleep, otherwise it would have been a whole lot messier. So, it took me ten minutes to cut my hair and another thirty minutes to clean everything.

Interesting was my hubby’s reaction to my new haircut. I was waiting by the glass window, saw him park his car, and I rushed to mirror(not door 😛 ). Combed again, looked again and again. Good. Opened the door.

Five minutes passed, then ten. Now, his tea is also finished. I am still waiting, trying very hard to wave my hair, all my fingers running through my hairs. (very stupid thing to do without wind). Finally….

Me: notice something different?

He: hmm….. (trying very hard while looking at me)

Me: I cut my hair. (with a big grin)

He: oh yes, that’s what I was thinking about. You are looking very good. Since yesterday, I wanted to say this to you. You are really looking very good.

Me: but, I cut my hair, today. 😦

He: hmm….. you are looking really very good.