Cycle

...and so the more tighter she held, as she felt him slipping away through her fingers

The more suffocated he felt under the chains of her insecurity and fear,

The harder he tried to break free from those clutches and run away

...and so the more tighter she held, as she felt him slipping away through her fingers

- S. Chaudhary

Met Gala 2016 - Best and Worst Dressed

Beyonce has never looked hotter than she does in her thrities. She is slim and curvy and the dress hugs and accentuates her curves, love the fit. Love the hair and make up. But. She looks like she is wearing a dotted condom. Or a pimply skin yikes. Sadly, the shiny material of the fabric is tricky to pull off especially in terms of color (if you wear it in plain black its looks like you have wrapped a trash bag around your body!) She is using the same material in red (and even the sleeves design) as one of the costumes in her latest Formation world tour and it looks smoking hot onstage! Sadly, cannot say this about the red carpet.

I love the Lupita’s hair do and the shimmery green outfit. One of my favorites from the evening. And way better than that hideous head band and tennis net she wore at a previous gala.

Love Taylor Swift’s dark bold lips and hairstyle. That and the strappy knee high shoes complement the outfit.

Demi Lovato’s dress does nothing for me. The black and gold is kinda reminiscent of a previous Beyonce outfit she wore at the Gala some years back

Bella Hadid’s outfit could have used some unique accessorizing. Even the hair is too simple.

Zendaya looks like and Egyptian princess. But I wished she had carried either a contrast color clutch or a fancy belt to break the monotony of her outfit. Eye make up could have been dramatic.

Kylie Jenner plays its safe. The costume is uninspiring.

Wendi Deng Murdoch has a fabulous smile but her costume looks like curtains. Reminds me of Kim Kardashian's curtain outfit at the gala some years back.

I love Nicole Kidman’s outfit but I wish she added more drama with either the make-up or accessories. However that tiny tiara, nice touch!

Claire Danes does the Cindrella look with the smoky gray gown. Classy but not something I have never seen before.

One of my favorite actresses Rachel Mcadams please fire your stylist. Why that dress? Makes her arms look bigger and is a very confused style.

Loved Ciara’s hair. But isn’t the Swarovski over nude gowns a bit 2015? Are we still doing that?

Nina Dobrev’s costume would have been complete with a delicate pendant. Still, she turned out very well. Reminded me of Jennifer Lopez's Oscar gown

I am not able to decide whether or not I like Blake Lively’s costume. Love the earings, hair, red lips and the train of her outfit yet there is something off putting about that shiny material. I wish the fabric of the gown were consistent then she would have been dressed perfectly.

I had to wear shades to watch Cindy Crawford’s flashy, blingy dress. Neither love it nor hate it.

Kim Kardashian disappointed. Whatever people may say, I feel often she is very well turned out (barring that curtain she wore to the previous gala) and her accessorizing is usually on fleek. But here it looked like she didn’t put much effort.

I absolutely loves Jessica Chastain’s electric blue outfit. The hair, make up, styling spot on. A breath of fresh air.

The Met gala for me is like a one time hallpass for celebs to rock dramatic, unconventional ramp like outfits so if they miss the opportunity by underplaying or playing it safe or like they have dressed pretty and ordinary like for just any regular event, I am disappointed. I look to be wowed, to be in awe. On the other hand, the idea is to be unique, not hilarious, a thin line to tread often times. You don't want to look like a chicken with feathers or like curtains or dressed for funerals! But I would any day give a thumbs up to those who will experiment and fall rather than those being too bland, safe or subtle.

-          S. Chaudhary

Images Courtesy Google Images

Madhubala

A random thought, off topic but I just realized so many actresses names begin with M – Madhubala, Mumtaz, Meena Kumari, Madhuri Dixit, Meenakshi Sheshahdri, Madhu, Mamta Kulkari, Mahima Chaudhary, Merly Streep, Marilyn Monroe, Michelle Pfeiffer… Anyway, one of my most favorite actresses of all time, the eternal beauty Madhubala was rightly called the Venus of Bollywood. Should one talk about her interesting professional and love life, her acting talent or beauty? In fact her beauty was a blessing and also a bit counterproductive in the sense that as one would be so caught up in that mesmerizing screen presence, the fact that there is a terrific actress in there would be overshadowed. 

Indeed her magical, almost celestial beauty dulled and overshadowed everything else in the frame. A beauty, made for the purpose of gracing the silver screen, that would inspire poets and artists alike. Those innocent, deep, expressive eyes that could kill with just a gaze. And yet a very mischievous, lopsided smile, always up to something. She had sharp features, a defined bone structure yet a porcelain, radiant skin. Glowing from within, make up and studio lights notwithstanding. Her smile could light up the whole room, it certainly did set the screen on fire. She was childlike yet a sensuous woman, she was cute yet a seductress. She was spontaneous and glided across the screen so naturally as fish takes to water. And that speaks about her effortless acting skills to shuttle from one character to another with ease and elegance.

She carried herself with such poise, a dignified manner no matter whichever role she essayed. She could also move you with her poignant, deep performances that gave a glimpse of an intense person behind all that chirpy, childlike demeanor. She had a sense of mystery. And her giggles, uncontrolled, full of life. Her smile reached her eyes, her twinkling expressive eyes. Black and white or color, nothing could properly do justice to Madhubala’s beauty, her immense and untapped talent, her vivacious persona. She truly was one and only.

-          S. Chaudhary

Images courtesy Google Images

Her

In her heart there is love. In her mind there is devotion. In her walk there is pride, in her eyes hopes and a hidden sadness. In her smile there is both mischief and masked pain. In her thoughts there are desires, underneath her skin a crawling fear. Her hands she raises to protect and care. Then lowers and folds them in humble prayers. And all her prayers carry your name. She may tuck away the dark clouds of her sadness, and become the sunshine that warms up your day. The strength of her character is her signature scent. She is powerful and independent. Yet very ordinary and simple. She is the girl next door, she is a goddess in her own right. With you not out of necessity but her choice. Do the wise thing and never let her go away.

- S. Chaudhary

Broken

He wondered what he did wrong. Why she walked all over his heart. But since she was the one who broke it in the first place, the pieces would cut her deep and first.

- S. Chaudhary

Your ghosts

You are alive but now just a memory for me. Decades of countless memories, of a life spent with you, piled up like rotting corpses at the back of my mind. Wherever I go I carry your ghosts with me. I ran as far away from you as my feet would take me. Yet at the far end of the world, I found you living inside of me.

- S. Chaudhary

With You. And lonely

Her voice was trembling, her hands were shaking and her knees were weak. It was difficult for her to open up and speak. Her heart beat so fast she thought it would stop, the pit of her stomach quivering. With a lump in her throat she managed to speak her deepest fears, her darkest memories. Never had she dared to bring down her walls but she thought he had an empathic ear, an understanding heart. Worried she might lose her voice and not finish her sentences but somehow they were complete. She waited with bated breath wondering what his response would be. He turned around and smiled reassuringly. Then said it’s no big deal! Let’s go grab something to eat. That is the painful moment that it finally dawned upon her, she is not lonely because of lack of company.

- S. Chaudhary