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Roshni- shameless writer, pompous blogger, nautanki, passionate Indian, Bollywood/documentary film junkie, drama queen, non-conformer, quintessential Basanti.
If you think you’ve hit yet another one of woh-wale blogs, then I’m here to tell you otherwise. I’m hardly your 'run of the mill' writer. To me, the current Indian government is a piece of crap but the monsoon rains makes Bombay (yeah, I said Bom-Bay; shoot me already Shiv Sena) absolutely heavenly. The scent of phenyl at Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport makes me tear with nostalgia while the sound of honking autos is totally O.K. to me. I'm currently in a love-hate relationship with Bollywood and yet I’m the biggest Hindi cinema freak. They don’t call me a walking-talking Stardust for no reason. I’m sick of hearing of Ranbir Kapoor linkups with actress XYZ but when he drops his towel, well, then baby, I’m a fan. I love Cricket and bleed blue for my boys every time Team India plays. I think Desi reality shows are a load of bullocks (too much chillam-chillee for me) but watch them incestuously. I live a life of contradictions, walk like diva, currently reside in a country I detest, cannot understand why sex is such a taboo, love/celebrate every festival and intend on opening a cupcake shack on a beach in Goa when I retire. I conceal my item girl ada and nazakat (theeki, namkeen, mirchi and of course, meethi) behind a Rajshri heroine veil. Think of me as Desi daaru in a champagne bottle.
So why should you read my blog? Well, besides the fact ke mein asli entertainment, entertainment, entertainment hoon, Roshni Write Now displays the wild side of a good girl. This is how I see it; what annoys, irks, irritates me and of course, what I love, worship and choose to glorify. This is the world through my dark brown eyes.
A quick heads up. I live a masala-filled life overflowing with chutzpah, dhinchak lines, filmy situations and slightly ghaati Hindi gaalis. There's no measuring for me; I'm an extremist. I love as passionately as I hate but somehow I'm a people person who is curious (read: nosy) about others lives. Another piece of FYI, I have a fetish for shoes, cupcakes, ginger, dim sum and all objects heart-shaped. I use the following words in excess: Uff, Offo, Whatever, Ainvayi, Ditto, Dukkar and Anal. My accent is constantly fluctuating- Desi/Hinglish to American and British all combined in a sentence courtesy of my global living. You will see glimpses of all this and much more in my writing.
I speak my mind and it gets me into trouble. I wear my heart on my sleeve and that seems to have gotten me no where too. You'd think I'd have learned by now but I have yet to learn (and master) the art of diplomacy. It's on my 'To Do' list.
Mujhe afsos karna nahi aata, so if I upset you, get over it instead of taking panga with me because I always win. Lastly, while I refuse to kiss ass, I sure as hell can kick some. I see the world through Desi eyes and can Desify anything, anyone, any topic. Try me.
Om Namah Shivaya ॐ
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If you think you’ve hit yet another one of woh-wale blogs, then I’m here to tell you otherwise. I’m hardly your 'run of the mill' writer. To me, the current Indian government is a piece of crap but the monsoon rains makes Bombay (yeah, I said Bom-Bay; shoot me already Shiv Sena) absolutely heavenly. The scent of phenyl at Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport makes me tear with nostalgia while the sound of honking autos is totally O.K. to me. I'm currently in a love-hate relationship with Bollywood and yet I’m the biggest Hindi cinema freak. They don’t call me a walking-talking Stardust for no reason. I’m sick of hearing of Ranbir Kapoor linkups with actress XYZ but when he drops his towel, well, then baby, I’m a fan. I love Cricket and bleed blue for my boys every time Team India plays. I think Desi reality shows are a load of bullocks (too much chillam-chillee for me) but watch them incestuously. I live a life of contradictions, walk like diva, currently reside in a country I detest, cannot understand why sex is such a taboo, love/celebrate every festival and intend on opening a cupcake shack on a beach in Goa when I retire. I conceal my item girl ada and nazakat (theeki, namkeen, mirchi and of course, meethi) behind a Rajshri heroine veil. Think of me as Desi daaru in a champagne bottle.
So why should you read my blog? Well, besides the fact ke mein asli entertainment, entertainment, entertainment hoon, Roshni Write Now displays the wild side of a good girl. This is how I see it; what annoys, irks, irritates me and of course, what I love, worship and choose to glorify. This is the world through my dark brown eyes.
A quick heads up. I live a masala-filled life overflowing with chutzpah, dhinchak lines, filmy situations and slightly ghaati Hindi gaalis. There's no measuring for me; I'm an extremist. I love as passionately as I hate but somehow I'm a people person who is curious (read: nosy) about others lives. Another piece of FYI, I have a fetish for shoes, cupcakes, ginger, dim sum and all objects heart-shaped. I use the following words in excess: Uff, Offo, Whatever, Ainvayi, Ditto, Dukkar and Anal. My accent is constantly fluctuating- Desi/Hinglish to American and British all combined in a sentence courtesy of my global living. You will see glimpses of all this and much more in my writing.
I speak my mind and it gets me into trouble. I wear my heart on my sleeve and that seems to have gotten me no where too. You'd think I'd have learned by now but I have yet to learn (and master) the art of diplomacy. It's on my 'To Do' list.
Mujhe afsos karna nahi aata, so if I upset you, get over it instead of taking panga with me because I always win. Lastly, while I refuse to kiss ass, I sure as hell can kick some. I see the world through Desi eyes and can Desify anything, anyone, any topic. Try me.
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