Jeena Isi Ka Naam Hai Piano Cover

I did this song recently as it struck me that this song sounds beautiful on Piano. When I tried to play it, it sounded as amazing as I pictured it. I've done this as a tribute to Sir Raj Kapoor, on whom this song was filmed, and Sir Mukesh, who sung this song. 

I hope I did it well, and am making their heads high.

May their souls rest in piece. 

#Tribute

Irresistible - One Direction Cover

So this is another song I've done recently which is originally sung by One Direction - my favoriiiite band! =)

This is one of their best songs and here's what I did! - 

#OneDirection

Paranoid Or Overjoyed?

Dear Diary,

        I don’t exactly know how to describe this day, which has been the best of all the long, boring days I’ve ever come across – no doubt about it. Anyway, I would try my best to express the flowing speed of the ocean of emotion I’m drowned into.

So it was just another ordinary day of the month. All I was thinking about throughout the day was the dinner I was going to have in my favorite restaurant that very night. Even those stupid T.V. ads about food gave me creeps somewhere down in the den of my bean bag, er, stomach. For once I gave up looking at the clock every 15 minutes to see if it was 10 yet. You must be thinking about me being a foodie, but the real fact is that I don’t usually have time and therefore I don’t usually go to that restaurant. Somehow, ripping my eyes off glancing at the clock in the other room, the day finally passed.

Tonight was the big night.

You won’t believe me, but I dressed up faster than the speed of light. (I never waste time on thinking about how I look). I had been starving since the very morning and it pushed me into a dream-like trance. It’s not that I’m active all the time, but I was particularly feeling drowsy that night. That always happens to me, urgh. I don’t know if this diary is sounding quite boring or saddening. It’s just that I’m not trying to be funny. And when I don’t try to be funny, I get especially annoying.

A few moments later, I found myself at the back-seat of the car when the bloody speed-breaker broke that beautiful burger-dream-trance. Speed-breakers are supposed to break speed, not dreams. Huh.

I never knew what heaven had planned for me.

I finally felt my car come to a stop, and I stepped out of the car displaying my crushed jeans to everyone in the parking lot. Those people were not just people – they were stunning and well-dressed people. I didn’t care about their staring eyes – they were aliens to me, after all. All I wished for was the lift to not stop on the way.

I saw those big letters-turned-into-lights carved on the big board that said ‘Underdoggs’.

I’m really bad at describing how food tastes like – even though I’m a foodie. So I would not get in detail with that. I’d say, it was a marvelous feast and I was full. Or say, even fuller than just full. Try to picture it when you’ve eaten so much that you can’t even utter a word.

After the mesmerizing moments of relaxation and the arrival of the dessert, I expected my mind to focus just on the big black cake and nothing else.                                                                               

But to my own shock, I was actually overhearing a conversation for the first time in my life. But the voices were just so catchy!

So the voices came from the table parallel to mine, and I glanced over there to see the two men’s faces. One of them on the other end was wearing dark sunglasses which looked expensive. I was like, ‘who wears sunglasses amidst a restaurant with almost no lights?’ That was totally stupid and high-standard stuff. Alien stuff to me. Duh.

The other guy had his back towards me and so I tried to get a sneak-peak but as usual, failed.

I was really interested in knowing what they were talking about.

“You ought to rock the stage this time!” The sunglass-guy almost scolded the other one.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a hit.” The other one replied with a drunken sigh.

‘Yeah, it’s gonna be a hit.’ That sentence, that voice; it replayed in my mind a thousand times until I gave up trying to recognize the familiar voice. I wished him to speak one more time. Just one.more.time.

“Waiter!” That’s what he said.

Then it struck me. Is he who I’m thinking he is? No, he can’t be. Curiosity engulfed me in its big arms and I was forced to go check them out.

When I reached there, my lower jaw dropped to the floor. Adam Lambert?

“Excuse me, do you know you’re a look-alike of somebody I’m a big fan of.” I said, not hesitating a bit.

“Don’t tell me you’re a fan of Adam Lambert?” he smiled.

I couldn’t collect all sequences.

“A..are you?”

“Yes, I’m Adam. Nice to meet you.” He smiled again.

The rest is obvious – we spent the evening listening to him and I still can’t get my eyes off his autograph and the long, yellow-black backstage passes.

Kriti =)

“Kriti! Don’t you want to give your exam? Wake up! You’d win a competition in sleeping!”

That was when my mom woke me up. Huh. Stupid dream. I really wanted to eat that cake! 

One Color World

According to me, it's real hard to draw a face. How to shape the nose, eyes and everything. But this way, (the way that I have painted) you can make it a lot easier! Just try this technique where you don't actually have to draw a face, but instead shapes! =)
   I drew these paintings on the occasion of women's day this year, which filled my head with a lot of ideas to paint, write, and compose as well! So, I hope you find it good! :)

                                 

Revolution 2020 - Book Review

                                                                     REVOLUTION 2020

Topic: Book Review

Author: Chetan Bhagat

How Thick: 

No. Of Pages: 296

Synopsis:

  The book Revolution 2020, written by the famous writer of all time, Chetan Bhagat, who is also the writer of the books ‘2 States’, and ‘A Night @ the Call Center’ is a massive hit, according to me.

      The book has a beautiful concept – as the cover says it – ‘Love. Corruption. Ambition’. Those words sum up everything in the book. The beginning of the book is flawless, as it should be; because the beginning is the factor that draws oneself to read further. It starts with the present, and then goes back all the way to the past. Memories flash back in the narrator’s mind, and everything is precisely described.

The book describes the city ‘Varanasi’ so beautifully that one can picture it and feel as if he/she’s present there at the moment. It made me feel like Varanasi is the most soothing sight in the whole of India. It fulfills one more purpose – knowledge. One really gets to know a lot of things about Varanasi and entrance exams too!

The story revolves around the lead character – Gopal Mishra, who faces almost every grief in life. The thing he needed the most at that moment, a good grade to enter a good college, was something he was deprived of. On the first try, he failed badly while his best friend, Raghav got a great rank to be entered in a good college. Gopal was sent to Kota by his father to give that exam a second try. According to him, he was doing pretty well but fate didn’t have it and he failed again. He was gifted a rough slap from his beloved father who was now in debts because of the loans he took to make Gopal attend the tuitions. But the root reason for Gopal to fail was his grief of losing the girl he loved the most, wanted the most – Aarti, who paired up with Gopal’s own best friend, Raghav Kashyap. He was so taken aback that he lost his senses and started drinking. But he obviously couldn’t tell ‘Baba’ – his father about this.

      

    From all the worst things that could’ve happened, he soon found his father lying cold and limp on his bed. He was dead.

   

Moreover, people from whom his father had taken the loan were now threatening him. He had no reason to live for.

  

But then he met Sunil, and his life changed. Revolution 2020 was the name of the newspaper started by Raghav which distorted Gopal’s public-image.

Read the book to find out how Gopal soared high skies.

Overall, the book was thrilling, and had a totally unexpected ending! I can’t help but admit that it’s my favorite book!

Status of The Book: A Must-Read!! =)

  

On That Windowsill...

On that windowsill...

Stood a girl, so long ago,

that's the farthest I remember.

She used to stare at the Tulips,

In a motherly way

And I'd pass from her window, every day

She would always ignore me

while I used to think, 'what for does she do that?, not a carol of glee'

There was a day I found her outside, and yes, I was shocked,

I asked her if she was alright,

'Mind your own business!' she then mocked.

That clearly wasn't polite,

but I had to make her, somehow alright.

One day I heard she was sick, she could hear the time fly, tick-tick

When I gathered some guts and asked her if she was well,

anyway, I knew she wouldn't tell.

I saw that saddened smile on her lips,

when she whispered, 'the Tulips'

Within seconds I found myself staring out the windowsill,

'Oh no!' I exclaimed, it was autumn, the Tulips had a spill !

As time took hold, Spring at last arrived,

'I Love Tulips', on a stone she inscribed.

When she finally peeked out the window, the Tulips stood high!

We both organised a small feast, she made an apple pie!

But the very next morning, she packed her bags...

I saw her go out

I couldn't really figure out, what all this was about.

I waited for her through the day, stared at the shining hay

But my breath just stopped there and then,

When I noticed, the clock struck 10! 

I believed, she had gone only to come back tomorrow

Because so much knowledge, from her, I had to borrow.

Sometimes fate slaps you hard, 

and leaves you acting like a retard.

Of course, she was my best friend.

But no, I never saw her again.

Let's get to the core of a Name! =)

                     

                      THE DEEP AND HILARIOUS STORY BEHIND A NAME

        I've seen some people criticizing their parents saying they don't like their name, or that they want to change it. I don’t know why do people think like that; their parents would never give them a name with silly meanings. They think real hard to choose one name from a million options, and their children dump their hard work into the trash. Every name has a story behind it, a deep meaning behind it. And so does mine.

        Since I was a little kid, people have been asking me for the meaning of my name. Not many people have this name – Kriti. Though there would be thousands of people with that name but in my social circle, to my own shock, I don’t know any Kriti.

         It’s a fact that you hate your own name, but if someone else has the same name as yours, a monster inside you rings the bells. You want that person to change her/his name because you term it as your copyright, isn’t it?

        So finally, let’s come to the main thing. What does my name really mean? According to me, it means ‘A Creation’. Such a cool meaning for a person like me. I mean, I’m surrounded by an ocean of creations! I make paintings, I write songs, short stories, I play the Piano, shoot videos, and a lot of such things. ‘Holy Lord such an accurate name for me!’, I sometimes think. I have always been proud of my name, and always will be. I know that’s too much appreciation for a name but like it is, I really am proud of it. It’s like Heaven had chosen this name for me already!

       My mom often says that people’s names affect their life a lot. That happens, and yeah, it happened with me too, but seldom do people accomplish the condition behind their name. For instance, I’ve seen people making horrendous chaos while their name means ‘Peace’! That’s just a mere co-incidence! I don’t believe that your name can restrict or allow anything you do. It’s the capability in you. Like the famous ancient writer Kabir wrote in one of his literary pieces, that people with rich names are often poor, and the ones with poorer names are richer.

      Here’s a kind of a small tribute to my name which I came up with just now:

Hey, creation! Is that your name?

Did you know that your fans just came?

Come’ on the stage, are you game?

They’re screaming out your name,

And only you’re to blame.

There’s glitter in their eyes ‘cause of the pieces you create.

Hey, creation! Isn’t that just the same?

As the one which is your real name!

Oh – so I got it, your name is Kriti,

Did you paint that? Urgh, your hands got greasy!

Don’t be shy, don’t get uneasy!

That crowd just loves you,

This is the chance for you to do!

Do what you’ve been waiting for,

Chase your dreams, imitate the lions, scream ‘Rawr!”

Hey, creation! Is that your name?

Just get ready, let’s play the game. ;)

    

                This post is the reply for an IndiSpire question in Indiblogger, asked by Narasimha Sharma Veturi. The question was:

  'What does your name mean to you? Do you like it or hate it?'

#WhatsInAName