Saturday, September 12, 2009

You've Got Mail

Last night i watched this movie,
You've Got Mail( best romantic comedy of the year-1998)
by Nora Ephron starring Tom Hanks(Joe Fox) and
Meg Ryan(Kathleen Kelly).

With the tagline
'Someone you pass on the street may already be the love of your life'
the movie is about two business rivals who hate each other
at the office but fall in love over the internet.

Really a good one,you wont get bored,watch it!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Few fashion terms

Toiles: Garments of muslin or linen, the first step in the development of a design idea,after a couturier's original sketch.

Avant garde: A popular term applied to the most innovative and original concepts in any art form,fashion design,art, architecture,dance,music,etc.

Haute couture: Top designs of custom-made clothes. Term originally applied to top designs in France,high class tailoring evolving in 15th century.Clothes are made by hand,individually to measurements.

Pret-a-porter: Readymade clothing designed for industrial production and not tailored to individual measurements,yet not mass produced like off the rack clothing.

High fashion: Derived from the French haute couture, generally high priced, innovative creations by well known designers or design houses for trendy,fashion conscious customers.

Knock off: A common practice among manufacturers where one copies another, usually to produce less expensive goods.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Creative strokes

Isn't it looking artistic? This is my effort in
giving those strokes a little creative touch.

Monday, September 7, 2009


My first attempt in drawing cartoon

Thursday, September 3, 2009


view from terrace during sunset

Pretty cool since two days, hope winter is nearing....

Top story

photo:Blouse with high neck and philippino sleeve.

Team this with a circular or A-line skirt to give a traditional look.

photo:Printed top with peter pan collar and puff sleeve

Goes well with a skin fit jeans or a capri.
This combination of Peter pan with a puff sleeve is giving a more girlish look.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Jinnah-India's Muslim Messiah

Bombay,August 1947:


As always,he was alone.Shrouded in silence,Mohammad Ali Jinnah walked through the early mornings sunlight towards a simple stone grave corner of Bombay's Muslim cemetery.There,he performed a gesture which,in days to come,millions of other Muslims would perform because of what he had wrought.Before setting off to his promised land of Pakistan,Jinnah placed a last bouquet on the tomb he was leaving behind forever in India.

Jinnah was a remarkable man,but probably nothing in his life had been more remarkable of more seemingly out of character than the deep and passionate love which had linked the austere Muslim leader to the women beneath that tomb-stone.

Ruttie Jinnah

The wife of India's Muslim Messiah had not been born into the faith of Mohammad.Ruttenbhai Jinnah had been born a Parsee,the descendants of the Zoroastrian fire worshippers of ancient Persia.Jinnah had been 41,seemingly a confirmed bachelor(he in fact,been married previously to a child bride he'd never seen,picked out for him by his family before his departure to London for his studies. She had, according to Muslim custom, been represented at their wedding by a male relative and died of illness before his return from England)when he fell madly in love with Ruttie,the 17-year-old daughter of one of his close friends,during a vacation at the Mount Everest Hotel in Darjeeling.Ruttie had been equally mesmerized by Jinnah.Her furious father had obtained a court order forbidding his ex-friend to see his daughter,but on her eighteenth birthday,with only the sari she was wearing and a pet dog under each arm, a defiant Ruttie stalked out of her millionaire father's mansion and went off to marry Jinnah.

Their marriage lasted ten years.Ruttie was a spectacularly beautiful women,a woman of legendary attractiveness in a city known around the world for its beautiful women.The difference in their ages and temperaments produced their strains. Ruttie's flamboyance and outspokenness often embarrassed Jinnah and inhibited his political career.For all his passionate love for her, the unbending Jinnah found it difficult to communicate with his mercurial,blithe-spirited wife.Jinnah's dream collapsed in 1928,when the beautiful wife he'd loved but failed to understand,walked out on him.A year later,in February 1929,she died of an overdose of the morphine which she had been taking to ease the pain of chronic colitis.Jinnah,already hurt by public humiliation of her departure,was grief-stricken.As he threw the first fistful of dirt into grave on which he now placed his bouquet,he had wept like a child. It was the last time anyone had ever seen a public display of emotion from the Quaid-e-Azzam.From that moment forward,lonely and embittered,he had consecrated his life to the awakening of India's Muslims.
(Text taken from Freedom at midnight by Dominique Lapierre and Larry Collins)