tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2419541186571570222024-03-05T07:59:06.973-08:00Sex & the city MumbaiThe two L theories - Love..Labels..Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-85632947719450105882010-04-13T10:26:00.000-07:002010-04-13T10:27:02.954-07:00Ode to the nice guysThis is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways.Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-9887576301405948372010-04-07T21:18:00.000-07:002010-04-07T21:21:40.589-07:00Women I tell you!<div align="center">Girls are like<br />apples on trees. The best<br />ones are at the top of the tree.<br />The boys don't want to reach for<br />the good ones because they are afraid<br />of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they<br />just get the rotten apples from the ground<br />that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples<br />at the top think something is wrong with<br />them, when in reality, they're amazing.<br />They just have to wait for the right<br />boy to come along, the one<br />who's brave enough<br />to climb<br />all the way<br />to the top<br />of the tree.</div>Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-2597981770559199302010-03-26T00:15:00.000-07:002010-03-26T00:22:07.943-07:00Men in Kilts!The kilt is a knee-length garment with pleats at the rear, originating in the traditional dress of men and boys in the Scottish Highlands of the 16th century. <br /><br />Although the Scottish kilt is most often worn mainly on formal occasions or at Highland games and sports events, it has also been adapted as an item of fashionable informal, and formal, male clothing in recent years.<br /><br />Here’s tracking a few daring, “completely secure with their masculinity” men who carry off the kilt like a dream!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjr92Z4yIawxmVlwhU-qB_Lz3FRNxuSSbYhBZh0HLKuhOIIicSds3hWHPVUb7HZDy_LOD-62newfdtSR5y1Tkr_OgyyYvKzhWIiixsyFiyiEeFEoZy9e7m3SSaOqJ3rB_s5IoA-2B2gNy/s1600/Ed+Westick-gossip-girl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjr92Z4yIawxmVlwhU-qB_Lz3FRNxuSSbYhBZh0HLKuhOIIicSds3hWHPVUb7HZDy_LOD-62newfdtSR5y1Tkr_OgyyYvKzhWIiixsyFiyiEeFEoZy9e7m3SSaOqJ3rB_s5IoA-2B2gNy/s400/Ed+Westick-gossip-girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452838662151652578" /></a><br /><br />Ed Westick might be the bad boy of Gossip Girl, but he's got a heart of gold and a sassy strut as he worked the runway in a kilt at the 2009 “Dressed to Kilt” fashion show <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmuDbBd82EFzm57R_dfYJj2_laPgkLhf6dTouCAWoXAyk6X0bCuVxkIgTjkDyDCQZEgx7yUtkt5nLl675alOLUj5TltdLIAg6tKQB9hNZj-yohoSW83nRsEWIVaGYpHnrDFEdJr9myWkr/s1600/celeb-gerard-butler-burnsnight.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmuDbBd82EFzm57R_dfYJj2_laPgkLhf6dTouCAWoXAyk6X0bCuVxkIgTjkDyDCQZEgx7yUtkt5nLl675alOLUj5TltdLIAg6tKQB9hNZj-yohoSW83nRsEWIVaGYpHnrDFEdJr9myWkr/s400/celeb-gerard-butler-burnsnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452838925680971986" /></a><br /><br />The original Scottish boy Gerard Butler! <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsoB8wVf8wh7JgdQFX07uhZ3UOP_RydTY_wvSVsNqXYAuicPGZsgUxGVpmmSaoU4PFXhdH2H-5ge7ImIyykmMt1h5c1-_oqHcI-yJ9O23OTOf6iuojgB65KkfYdj19xpXixHnTBaZ6tex/s1600/marc+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsoB8wVf8wh7JgdQFX07uhZ3UOP_RydTY_wvSVsNqXYAuicPGZsgUxGVpmmSaoU4PFXhdH2H-5ge7ImIyykmMt1h5c1-_oqHcI-yJ9O23OTOf6iuojgB65KkfYdj19xpXixHnTBaZ6tex/s400/marc+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452839251679095138" /></a><br /><br /><br />However, NO ONE can pull off a Kilt as Marc Jacobs. Loved him in the Scottish Kilt at the end of his Marc by Marc Jacobs show in New York & the powerful black kilt – white shirt at the MJ show. Here is a man who dares to be different and always lands on his feet; hands down! Definitely trust mine and (my man’s) wardrobe to him!<br />……Oh and did I mention how yummy he looks ;))) sigh!<br /><br />…wonder If the Kilt will ever catch up in India…? Or are the Men too old school to try anything so daring…?Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-24745203243253225352010-03-22T03:50:00.000-07:002010-03-22T03:51:31.822-07:00An encounter with an angel!In the midst of ruins, I stand,<br /><br />Visualizing its potential to transform.<br /><br />All seems so clear, yet out of hand,<br /><br />reasons of which I can’t confirm. <br /><br /><br />An angel comes along, as beautiful as a rose in full bloom,<br /><br />holds my finger & shows me the way…<br /><br />Suddenly, there is light in the gloom,<br /><br />I can see the route clearly, as the darkness is blown away! <br /><br /><br />I move along that path, never felt alone,<br /><br />the light doesn’t dim, it can’t, is my belief.<br /><br />I’m in such a hurry, I need a clone,<br /><br />transformation of the ruins would bring such relief! <br /><br /><br />I’m moving so fast, the angel can’t match,<br /><br />she lets loose her grip on my finger,<br /><br />I did not realize, was the catch..<br /><br />now, I stand where, I know not, the place seems so much stranger! <br /><br /><br />I see the sun set & plan to rest,<br /><br />hoping to see the angel in the morning next..<br /><br />I still wait… seen many a crest… <br /><br />the angel has gone & with her, the sunshine!Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-50178701783631750512010-03-14T07:31:00.000-07:002010-03-14T08:07:16.005-07:00The Beauty & The GeekMwah ... because you are my angel, You are beautiful, You are all I need<br /><br />Mwah ... for giving me company in doing all the crazy things I always wanted to do<br /><br />Mwah ... for making me want to be all that you think I am and all that I know I can and should be<br /><br />Mwah ... for the extremely cute way you get entertained seeing me react to you trying to put all sorts of make make up on me!<br /><br />Mwah ... for the way you want everything to be special or rather you put in fight to make everything special about us<br /><br />Mwah ... for always pretending to be interested in hearing my arbit theories and stupid jokes<br /><br />Mwah ... for being such a 'girl'...like the way you adorably plonk yourself on a couch to read vogue!<br /><br />Mwah ... for showing me the most grandiose version of myself through your eyes<br /><br />Mwah ... for the most unbelievably adorable and loving way in which you say "My Man"<br /><br />Mwah ... for your untamed spirit and dancing with me in a crowded restaurant or in the middle of the streets at 4am!<br /><br />Mwah ... for the cute little way you get out of vehicles, where you skip along taking tiny steps and finally stop!<br /><br />Mwah ... for always giggling like a school girl and covering your cheeks with your palms when I make you blush<br /><br />Mwah ... for your gazillion trillion billion crore...gosh cant put a price on your heavenly smile that can take me from depression to happiness in under 1 second!<br /><br />Mwah ... for you logical balatkars of everything<br /><br />Mwah ... for being my buddy.Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-32335246613881010152010-02-17T06:49:00.000-08:002010-02-17T06:53:20.130-08:00Men in uniform are always in Style!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCRrEvYTVc48dHL9LrGuVXp4hksi3vk07kXmQcegbJSCK-DltnJPVmNbiHI-zkI9PtE3snxJH4etEpZc7BiMogBz9q8U4cQK-rTZUl7PxBi_azmBb8OmaOAirUAR1QssZNYNJX4D4Y3sZ/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCRrEvYTVc48dHL9LrGuVXp4hksi3vk07kXmQcegbJSCK-DltnJPVmNbiHI-zkI9PtE3snxJH4etEpZc7BiMogBz9q8U4cQK-rTZUl7PxBi_azmBb8OmaOAirUAR1QssZNYNJX4D4Y3sZ/s400/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439224969537744898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />FYI, The happy face pilot on Rahul Gandhi's right is my dad!Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-51719352068189361932010-01-28T18:21:00.000-08:002010-01-28T18:24:00.139-08:00I'm Ratna, and I am a Loveaholic!"I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love."<br /> <br />"Today I got to thinking about relationships.<br /><br />There are those that open you up to something new and exotic,<br /><br />Those that are old and familiar,<br /><br />Those that bring up lots of questions,<br /><br />Those that bring you somewhere unexpected,<br /><br />Those that bring you far from where you started,<br /><br />and those that bring you back.<br /><br />But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself.<br /><br />And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."<br /> <br />Nope, these aren't my writings..but my Favorite love quotes! Let me hear yours!Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-40517550099060359722010-01-07T04:31:00.000-08:002010-01-07T04:46:29.119-08:00I dont call this Fashion!Jan 6th …People’s choice awards<br />Jan 15th…Critic’s choice awards<br />Jan 17th….Golden Globe awards<br />Jan 23rd…SAG awards<br />Jan 31st…Grammy awards<br /><br />It’s that time of the year when the whole world has eyes for only one thing…The Red carpet! <br /><br />This blog post is dedicated for the few gutsy creatures who dare to make fashion blunders while the whole world is watching!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRW0-ZuhcvleK4LZo5CAEFQ6XeEaMXPiDRvpXFds9_99xwAJZgcTsw17sHDHVyDMx6ajQ2-2a8sjT4QtiKWkNCzjD_1pRRY7plpz54BhoZXdsiRqiLOgdwgMOvIJddLAE-9xR53g_p8XB/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRW0-ZuhcvleK4LZo5CAEFQ6XeEaMXPiDRvpXFds9_99xwAJZgcTsw17sHDHVyDMx6ajQ2-2a8sjT4QtiKWkNCzjD_1pRRY7plpz54BhoZXdsiRqiLOgdwgMOvIJddLAE-9xR53g_p8XB/s400/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423976063431050962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> “My new album drops Sept 18”….I specially emphasis on DROP!<br />I have heard of innovative marketing…but using cheap satin cutouts and shower cap to promote your album on the red carpet is pure suicide!<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyW0U4zWPzURjkPcpuxPRxAap8JGOvwVFNtNOt1ezqpj5VV79kZRho1wHZLfQmXjS2CPllFTLrmQEO5l4qs8n_U2forj4gePrXL5G-KfwEouXhkOUAtNbxTKQdzd2kQiPRQB9HCueYFPnM/s1600-h/2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyW0U4zWPzURjkPcpuxPRxAap8JGOvwVFNtNOt1ezqpj5VV79kZRho1wHZLfQmXjS2CPllFTLrmQEO5l4qs8n_U2forj4gePrXL5G-KfwEouXhkOUAtNbxTKQdzd2kQiPRQB9HCueYFPnM/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423976470532915410" /></a><br /><br />Fashion cannot be confused with permutations of undergarments unless you are playing a Victoria secret model on the ramp<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEoO-LKje08eyntAnv0jIf0Xn2xYjpIoo3PWPt1wGu38RtjMA07J_Td_gfi41UPdvrJOCVoIrOrDF-fOHCZrZ3qo9i5ogCzcBfu3yCtK1ezGWX_CPqXDFchln28DhcQ2ER9mui86IrQxVB/s1600-h/3.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEoO-LKje08eyntAnv0jIf0Xn2xYjpIoo3PWPt1wGu38RtjMA07J_Td_gfi41UPdvrJOCVoIrOrDF-fOHCZrZ3qo9i5ogCzcBfu3yCtK1ezGWX_CPqXDFchln28DhcQ2ER9mui86IrQxVB/s400/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423976735837337714" /></a><br /><br />Peta must have had a field day with this one! ….so is it really true – “The ugly duckling grew to become a beautiful swan”?<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbb3OdVQzB2WHW-PyhhbfXwG8Mla2Yza15FHEUBOd5LMKmW1UHtAcjco0u37aURtcqCDI3JiHEWcUpiJmyyH813jt9-Y2kDe9ukWFu6BGj9ZSQqIweYZ3XaybkDhoYXPAVhmyzeSTc9wr/s1600-h/4.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbb3OdVQzB2WHW-PyhhbfXwG8Mla2Yza15FHEUBOd5LMKmW1UHtAcjco0u37aURtcqCDI3JiHEWcUpiJmyyH813jt9-Y2kDe9ukWFu6BGj9ZSQqIweYZ3XaybkDhoYXPAVhmyzeSTc9wr/s400/4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423977005072357170" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Is the twin sister hiding under the never ending hippie robe??<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmF0yA59CTse95AS3G6anY34__JUUtDeFsji9pm_IVmaqJv88Z4QxxkNly6lLY12OQ5KHOOC3vsRypwkkD0pmy2B2hwZxXeSWO_9ZYcEFtzAEPjyD7IYvN0EtG5mwiKBTCxFd-XNCxksH/s1600-h/5.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmF0yA59CTse95AS3G6anY34__JUUtDeFsji9pm_IVmaqJv88Z4QxxkNly6lLY12OQ5KHOOC3vsRypwkkD0pmy2B2hwZxXeSWO_9ZYcEFtzAEPjyD7IYvN0EtG5mwiKBTCxFd-XNCxksH/s400/5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423977287489599090" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Special warning for Men – “Please don’t try this at home”………..or anywhere!Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-71633071909124061392009-12-08T02:14:00.000-08:002009-12-08T02:16:18.980-08:00Things A Man Should Know About Style.....a woman's perspective!If you can slip two fingers between your neck and the buttoned collar of a new dress shirt, the shirt will fit comfortably after laundering. <br /><br />The shirt placket, the belt buckle, and the trouser fly should all line up. <br /><br />Speaking of belt buckles, the point of your tie should never fall below it. <br /><br />Rent no clothing. <br /><br />Women notice shoes. <br /><br />Neckties decorated with cartoon characters, golf tees, or the paintings of dead rock musicians coordinate with nothing. <br /><br />You can't wear a bow tie with anything other than a tuxedo if you're under forty-five or not a famous novelist or not a total geek, professor. <br /><br />Very few people want to see you in black leather pants, and those who do might not be your target audience. <br /><br />One ring, maximum. On a finger. Silver or platinum, not gold. <br /><br />It is far better to arrive at an event overdressed than underdressed: People will think you've got somewhere more important to go afterward. <br /><br />The only thing worse than wearing socks that don't cover one's calves is wearing patterned socks that don't cover one's calves!<br /><br />If you lose one cuff link, remove the remaining orphan!<br /><br />Your belt and shoes should match in color, if not in material. <br /><br />Whether a tie is too fat or too skinny should be decided by you, on a tie-by-tie basis. <br /><br />When in doubt, ask a woman!<br /><br />There is no foot pain so severe, no dress shoe so fragile, no commute so arduous, as to justify the sartorial holocaust that is wearing sneakers with a suit.Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-82990338001669332092009-02-12T02:22:00.000-08:002009-02-12T02:41:18.968-08:00Tarun Tahiliani VS Manish MalhotraManish Malhotra and Tarun Tahiliani are my two favourit(istestest!!) designers! I can never decide which one I prefer. <br /><br />At the age of 25, Manish Malhotra forayed into Bollywood by designing for Juhi Chawla in Swarg. Today, his name and designs are an integral part of style in Hindi films and its stars. He revolutionized the fashion scene in Bollywood by envisioning a 'look' for the character. <br /><br />An interesting career twist came when he was exclusively asked to design clothes for Michael Jackson for his appearance during the Bollywood Awards held in New York. MJ was so pleased that he requested Manish to design outfits for his show in Munich and to design clothes for his children.<br /><br />His signature styles are splash of bright colors, bold chunky embroidery; a look best for the “fun fearless woman”.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXc2JI5ER2YKvkGfyLM0JzFZV-pGviuOy8IdKz96HvL52KBNyCb2kz7gY5O4-ZL6EeZGFbpeaMMCaizZdoleLK1AhgmzlDZz3aPyD5ufH7_El7m0t8AixUqnM16LoruSC72LsUmyYJCTdB/s1600-h/0jk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXc2JI5ER2YKvkGfyLM0JzFZV-pGviuOy8IdKz96HvL52KBNyCb2kz7gY5O4-ZL6EeZGFbpeaMMCaizZdoleLK1AhgmzlDZz3aPyD5ufH7_El7m0t8AixUqnM16LoruSC72LsUmyYJCTdB/s400/0jk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301856779799442482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Tarun Tahiliani is one of the most celebrated and “mature” Indian fashion designer according to me. His brand is known for its creative style and uniqueness. All his designer pieces are like wine. The older they get the better. <br /><br />Tarun Tahiliani’s biggest talent is that he can treat every client separately, with a “unique to the client” piece, yet keep a common signature effect in his design piece which makes it evergreen TT piece. Even his western gowns would be very international and chic and yet you could never mistake it to be an international designer. It will always be TT signature.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-zO6b9cuU9Ts-7XuYkPJCQWXMhmDc9QCe-J_j6bW944TFaujwuiNDtjIs_bG96snUxuSO4ggX_C_7xF5SFjxSStGtfxA1iGuy2BPp_4BoKynnXqOcz6onRhckjzWITtGMLVOeUtLp2WK/s1600-h/sfq-Victoria+beckham+vogue+india2.jpg.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-zO6b9cuU9Ts-7XuYkPJCQWXMhmDc9QCe-J_j6bW944TFaujwuiNDtjIs_bG96snUxuSO4ggX_C_7xF5SFjxSStGtfxA1iGuy2BPp_4BoKynnXqOcz6onRhckjzWITtGMLVOeUtLp2WK/s400/sfq-Victoria+beckham+vogue+india2.jpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301855996424665970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPR-ienBn6eWBxTKsGiAYOoT_BgMNrkp0IDxpsCFMsMWjc4a39nhhjkoofM8j3kZkitxIyq3QRhVYwlgMn3UudTtRHJGS8BMHKbOGNCVmsG7DqiG_rfBNJkGXeJw_JPd5w93rjOnRRdtJF/s1600-h/taruntahilianashyf2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPR-ienBn6eWBxTKsGiAYOoT_BgMNrkp0IDxpsCFMsMWjc4a39nhhjkoofM8j3kZkitxIyq3QRhVYwlgMn3UudTtRHJGS8BMHKbOGNCVmsG7DqiG_rfBNJkGXeJw_JPd5w93rjOnRRdtJF/s400/taruntahilianashyf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301855997418478642" /></a><br /><br /> <br />My verdict : Manish is young & trendy, but maybe not evergreen. TT can make you look like a doll or equally elegant and mature and ALWAYS BEAUTFUL at the required age. His pieces are timeless.<br /><br />Tell me your verdict.Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-73339404309506817852009-01-15T07:59:00.000-08:002009-01-15T08:16:26.059-08:00My favorite red carpet looks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNBJFmoi3_uYUqZbr-OeXedP68QpCaPaBsFBda-Fw0RUL9tkIcl3lj4__ryQwbji0gQ9s5fWQvfkF2fYk7jkUbSSnfoVw4ZrOWJHK5PoDD9pikYXx0oaiEBSl6GfhyXnt9jZr0LFt4QXw/s1600-h/AnneHathaway.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNBJFmoi3_uYUqZbr-OeXedP68QpCaPaBsFBda-Fw0RUL9tkIcl3lj4__ryQwbji0gQ9s5fWQvfkF2fYk7jkUbSSnfoVw4ZrOWJHK5PoDD9pikYXx0oaiEBSl6GfhyXnt9jZr0LFt4QXw/s320/AnneHathaway.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291554205154435602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaadv7I97N9KG-ep1AbmSVLrK9PLLdmM8GN-m3yJwYHKUobGyacZK6df64yxxvuRFm_gMhdAnEDQEtJfJ9XJMqzWNayUEwPuFpLvm3YnlDeNvmFxnZZBntqEdkKAS0WXSb_mLuiayJdsK/s1600-h/Jlo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaadv7I97N9KG-ep1AbmSVLrK9PLLdmM8GN-m3yJwYHKUobGyacZK6df64yxxvuRFm_gMhdAnEDQEtJfJ9XJMqzWNayUEwPuFpLvm3YnlDeNvmFxnZZBntqEdkKAS0WXSb_mLuiayJdsK/s320/Jlo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291554200323109202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNj3IZrQQTwGn5HphPA-vlQGxth0gYdibGcDD7MHTt8mNTx9tmPVMiEJneGwT5CudTgBUWQm9NCHLHyISJpYM6unSQsB_IAtRS_AvxgLkm66hNRSybC0pFTkREdau2pO5QLOs_D_DrBo-/s1600-h/beach.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 102px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNj3IZrQQTwGn5HphPA-vlQGxth0gYdibGcDD7MHTt8mNTx9tmPVMiEJneGwT5CudTgBUWQm9NCHLHyISJpYM6unSQsB_IAtRS_AvxgLkm66hNRSybC0pFTkREdau2pO5QLOs_D_DrBo-/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291554199630843682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg_CHHn9WV6ioxtK3-Cgoam4BPqdz491J3YlxbQ7yN3FwV737ItoRpdUp_N9zTclm021O5t5QpI-fUGKlauAlxff2u_BHd8dZ85l53dMQTUbIhCzDOLyM5yghb-NqrKkEGayhTFRL41Pl/s1600-h/hally.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg_CHHn9WV6ioxtK3-Cgoam4BPqdz491J3YlxbQ7yN3FwV737ItoRpdUp_N9zTclm021O5t5QpI-fUGKlauAlxff2u_BHd8dZ85l53dMQTUbIhCzDOLyM5yghb-NqrKkEGayhTFRL41Pl/s320/hally.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291554193634556738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LVwO44CMF62q7d2rBLpd-Xk8opeLcsbeJOGJj_ZcSmsn5Rsjdnrku3Mmw3MIk_d611-RWVZoyR-Z0epuJHukcWCfjeCfhezzWbCOR_OVyp7-EFw9g3Io6XXhqqvPVVwpe3ydSCq6DHoi/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LVwO44CMF62q7d2rBLpd-Xk8opeLcsbeJOGJj_ZcSmsn5Rsjdnrku3Mmw3MIk_d611-RWVZoyR-Z0epuJHukcWCfjeCfhezzWbCOR_OVyp7-EFw9g3Io6XXhqqvPVVwpe3ydSCq6DHoi/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291554188769812530" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I don’t have any interest in award functions that are shown on television. But I watch the red carpet bit to catch up on the latest gowns. Gowns… my favorite part of fashion. Yes, dresses are sexy, skirts are flattering, bottoms are essential. But gowns…pure luxury! Its like having the need to buy a car for transport – I should look into technicality of budget, space requirement, mileage etc etc….but I screw the practicality and go in for a fiery red Ferrari! <br /><br />In fashion I never have a particular favorite. No favorite designer or muse. I have loved different looks at different times… figured I share a few of my favorites…<br /><br />The particular piece worn by Anna Hathaway is one of my all time favorite red gowns. I love the drape and the flower details. Chiffon does wonders for this flow concept. Nothing more, nothing less could make this look any more perfect!<br /><br />I wonder if JLO was pregnant while this next snap was taken. The empire waistline is the best solution for sexy mums to be! No need to wear jewellery given the eye catching jeweled neckline. Irrespective a little bling never hurt anyone!<br /><br />The next gown worn by JLO isn’t very classic red carpet look. But I loved it for the fresh chic daring beach look!<br /><br />The Hally Berry Valentino piece made history on the red carpet as she gave her historic cry baby speech on winning the oscar! Oh Valentino…why did you ever retire?????<br /><br />And our very own Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the city movie premier! She makes a simple green doll dress turn around into a suave hit with that sexy sexy sexy hat! ….Oh did I tell you how sexy her hat is..?!Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-89671743074324242892009-01-14T22:21:00.000-08:002009-01-14T22:23:01.316-08:00Irresistible forcesThis is the latest book I have read. Yes books are impacting but this story has left me with a lot of questions in mind.<br /><br />The story is about a happily married couple of 15 years. They both have busy lives; a doctor and a finance director. Their careers are very satisfying. Their busy schedule keeps them apart from each other a lot but also gives them a chance to miss each other and value their time together. Their relationship has great understanding and trust. Despite 15 years of marriage, they have a hunger for each other’s companionship and friendship. They adore and respect each other. They don’t have any friends. After long hours of work, both look forward to come home to each other and share their lives. They hardly understand each other’s profession, yet show immense support in each other’s passion. Only one thing that they both did not agree about was that the husband wanted children, but the wife wasn’t ready yet. Despite this difference in wants, they both managed it not affect the sweetness of their relation. In short their life was perfect. Perfect careers and perfect marriage.<br /><br />Then one day the wife travels for a project and becomes great friends with the owner of the company she is traveling for. This guy is very impressed with her work and offers her a dream job opportunity with his company. The only hitch was that she would have to shift cities to California, which wasn’t a favorable option considering her husband was well settled in his job in New York. She didn’t feel fair to uproot him for her needs. But she was pleasantly surprised when her husband completely supported her career move by himself getting a job in California. She moved and he was going to follow in three months. She started working in her new company. It was everything she had dreamed it to be and more. However an unexpected thing happened. Her husband lost the new job he had managed in California before he could even join. Thus he was stuck in New York till he managed another job in California and she was working hard to find a foothold in her new company in California.<br /><br />This whole time the wife and the owner of the new company who she had become great friends with, were getting closer as friends. They had a successful professional relationship and even better friendship. In New York her husband had no one to go home to. He thus started working extra hours and made friends at his hospital. One particular friendship with a lady put him through tough times of being alone without his wife.<br /><br />They both were suffering. They missed each other. They wanted to meet each other on weekends but their busy schedule kept them apart most weekends. Slowly there was a great distance between them. The frustration was putting a strain on their relationship.<br />Two months into the shift from New York they slowly slipped out of the marriage and into relations with heir new friendships. They were guilty at first. They had never cheated on each other for 15 years. Then why now. Slowly the new relations changed into love. An “Irresistible force” broke their marriage.<br /><br />The author of the book made this fate seem beautiful; this ending seem a happy one. But an Indian at heart, I didn’t quite feel happy reading this. Even though its fiction, my heart was sad when a marriage that strong was broken so easily. It makes me wonder, what were the reasons that really took them away? An “Irresistible force” isn’t quite enough to break a strong marriage. Did lack of children make a void in their relation they didn’t realize? Is Fidelity tough? If the marriage seems perfect then why do people wander out? Does every relation have a validity date beyond which things aren’t ever going to be the same and a couple has to make compromises?......and if so many things are at stake, what marriage formula really can work? It seems no permutation is good enough to give a marriage life validity…..I hope this author is wrong. I hope marriage really “can conquer all”Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-36880887510314005112009-01-14T10:47:00.000-08:002009-01-14T10:49:32.899-08:00To sumup...I feel we have a few pockets in our memory which are sorted by importance, relevance to present and future. Why I say that? My childhood spanned over many years, however incidents that I feel have shaped my life or related to my interests today, I remember. While others, just remembered through my unending family albums. <br /><br />I come from an Army background. I was born in the most prestigious institute of The Indian Army, The National Defense Academy. Father’s postings took me to Bhopal, Udhampur, Chandigarh, Pune, Delhi, Jodhpur. The proud Army life made me a very independent and confident individual and gave me an adjusting an adaptive nature. Within a few years I had shifted homes, cities, friends, schools more than what people manage in their entire lifetime. <br /><br />Mumbai is my final destination! Thank God for that. Somehow best was saved for last. After finishing school I instantly got hooked to the glamour that the city entices millions of Indians with – Bollywood. Yes! I do have a few modeling assignments to my kitty. I did well. But like most children at my age, “I was finding myself”. My next stop was business. At 19, the first person from my endless generation of Dhanda khandaan, that too a girl, was set to start her own fashion studio. My boutique “Diva” is one of my proud achievements in life. It brought fashion, my biggest passion, in my life. <br /><br />Soon enough graduation day came. By now I had learnt that a successful business needs more than just a great idea! Thus I shut my business and started looking for a job while applying for post graduation courses. Soon enough a leading fashion brand of India recruited me in Marketing. I worked there for a year before starting my Masters in Business administration, which I am completing currently.<br /><br />If I were to state the essence of my life, I would say, I have been very lucky. Things in my life have fallen into place, many times out of those not even from my initiation.<br /><br />“If I was having a bad day and didn’t want to step out of my home, suddenly there was too much rain and my school declared a holiday.”Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-44572092538940292222009-01-13T22:23:00.000-08:002009-12-08T01:37:02.021-08:00Join my group "Fashion" on Linkedin.com<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJavyUxueWGt5nbt4yKszi6QJmCEiBBqrn9SWuH9nYA7mkVbcqEY1T9ItJzlK1jyVtGzxZhDZ9XviSqtF6TWxxcNjg4vfZ4lYRQt5LNy9nUW8_bD41zLvQK3pFcBj_vAtPd3O03lolGQx5/s1600-h/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJavyUxueWGt5nbt4yKszi6QJmCEiBBqrn9SWuH9nYA7mkVbcqEY1T9ItJzlK1jyVtGzxZhDZ9XviSqtF6TWxxcNjg4vfZ4lYRQt5LNy9nUW8_bD41zLvQK3pFcBj_vAtPd3O03lolGQx5/s400/sex-and-the-city-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412797013925894594" /></a>Ratnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241954118657157022.post-35949344343605044742009-01-13T00:42:00.000-08:002009-12-08T01:17:13.601-08:00The theory of two "L" ..Love..Labels..“Love…Labels… these two “L” are a girl’s best friends” <br /><br />Like most ardent followers of the Sex & the city soap…I haven’t missed a single episode or dialogue or a designer piece. It is our (lovers of sex & the city) version of a perfect life. Love…Labels...great friends…dream careers…New York City. If I got a penny for every time I have dreamed while watching the girls ‘live the life’…I would definitely be owning one of the labels shown in the soap!<br /><br />However there is a reason that sex and the city is a SOAP. Movies and soaps are a stimulant for people to build beautiful dreams…because reality is beautiful…but not as much. Period.<br /><br />And yet…I find myself trying hard to live the dream as close as I can….wouldn’t we all?<br />This blog...the Mumbai version of Sex & the city …is another representation of an attempt to live the “Carrie Bradshaw dream”…the writer I could never be…the single gal that I’m not…the city Mumbai (The New York of India)…and of course the Labels…while Valentino is a far cry…I have settled for a few local designers (not quite “L”abels!) and my shoe fetish gets me to Aldo…hoping this blog inspires Dolce to indulge in charity!<br /><br />Since dreams aren’t reality….I attempt to dream on… I invite all my versions in you to join me in this blogRatnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13400132124038946136noreply@blogger.com5