wish

my mommy sings
me a lot of songs ..
wish she ..
didn't
my bother tells
me a lot of things ..
wish he ..
wouldn't
my cat purrs
me a lot of complaints ..
wish he ..
couldn't
my daddy left
me a while ago ..
wish he ..
hadn't

it's called zebra crossing! by gaurav sawn

5 great hair styling ideas for long hair ..

https://www.facebook.com/notes/mad-o-wot/5-great-hair-styling-ideas-for-long-hair-/417067811648468 

releasing tomorrow on http://nh7.in/ ...our home production RUH .. have you seen the trailer yet? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbq5QVcZBhE&feature=relmfu

RUH! COMING SOON! http://vimeo.com/40921301

jannat ..

 jannat ke phool .... zameen pe nahi milte .

jesus in love

photo:manoj jadhav

someday I’d like to have another drink

with you beside me

someday id like to take a walk on the beach

with you inside me

jesus is in love with you

jesus is in love with you

you pray for life

holding a knife

you lust for infinity

in virginity

jesus is in love with you

jesus is in love with you

top hat

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photo by manushka khisty

Trace of white powder

Keeps me

On your trail

Musky scent

Of last nights love juices

Makes me frail

Unaware of my intentions

But of my convictions

Frail trail

To no avail..

I lust I lust I lust I lust

Building a bridge

To grab your

Undivided attention…

The magician sulks

In the corner

Naked With his

Top hat on display

Lights

Camera

Action…..

The lights dim

The show begins…..

Here I am…

I’m pulling rabbits outta my heart

I’m pulling rabbits outta my heart….

U are frail

White rabbits on your trail

White powder on the scale

Inhale / Exhale

I’m still pulling rabbits outta my heart

I’m still pulling rabbits outta my heart….

perfectly flawed

Is it possible to be so perfectly elated all the time? Is it snobbish? Photo by Joy Datta

Yesterday

Yesterday was the day days should be made of.  I woke up with a beautiful human lying in perfect symmetry, breathing in perfect harmony, mumbling in perfect harmony, drooling in perfect harmony, hallucinating in perfect harmony. Perfect seemed to be the word of the day.  Perfect is a word most people are afraid to use because of its well,  ‘perfect’ connotations. 

The day was more cinematic than 5 Tarsem movies put together.  The drums; humming, the guitars strumming, the shakers shaking, the clouds battling, the moon begging, and the road bragging as I packed my bags to descend on my perfect journey.  “Waka Chaka Waka Chaka” was the whisper that followed every footstep.  I am scared mostly of my perfectly happy state of mind.  The top is a lonely place full of empty souls parading their loaded lives. But I love it here. 

“Is it possible to be so perfectly elated all the time?”  “Is it snobbish?”  I have started realizing that happy people don’t have too many friends.  I guess nobody wants to hear a happy tale.  A fairy tale!

The drums hummmmmmm’d louder as each minute flew by.  I could not sleep.  I lay awake listening to Susheela Raman crying on an empty canvas.  Acrylic tears mixed in with laughter and an occasional vodka shot.

I had everything, even my molars were perfect! Was the story I convinced myself of and fell asleep smiling in my perfect dreams.

Today

Today I woke up to the same human but somehow didn’t find the harmony or the perfect symmetry.  The mumbling had turned into screaming and the drool had become quite disgusting. 

Today, instead I felt like a perfect loser.  I realized that “perfect” love is judgmental and insecure.  Love maybe possibly the only enemy of love. 

The “waka chaka waka chaka” turned to “whiny chatter” with each step.  Some say love is beautiful and some say love is a virtue.  Some say it sucks and some say it’s overrated.  I have been a believer and an atheist.  Love is the obstacle we all like to conquer to feel good about ourselves. Love completes the “perfect” picture.

“Love is…..as worthless as the comic strip.” Ya I could be pretty “perfound” when I wanted to be!

I sat at a local café staring at the half empty Ipads of the half full cups.  Even their fingers were ugly.  “Did I look the same to them?” “Are we just a reflection of what we think of others?” 

“Whah..i wanted yesterday back??” Who said the past was not important??

Now

Every mom wants their child to be perfect, every teacher wants their student to be perfect, every employer wants their employees to be perfect.  Every Plastic Surgeon wants their patients to look perfect. Every moviemaker wants the perfect opening. All you hear is Perfect Perfect Perfect! In an already stressed out world, too much stress on a word that is imperfect to begin with.

We place ourselves on a pedestal after a single victory.  We think the game was invented just for us.  Play one and get 2 free.  We become invincible and start thinking success gives us wings.  We go through humans like plastic chess pawns and wonder why we have no friends, just co-workers or acquaintances.  Our “perfect teeth” smile the “perfect fake” smile.  “So this is fame?” “This is what we do to appear perfect to the world?” “Is it worth it to pose “happy” (who the hell invented this pose?) wearing expensive clothes and selling an idea of perfection to the world that does not exist?” 

A battle I fight with myself everyday as one half strives to be perfect (cuz mommy would be so happy and people would love me for my achievements and only when I have achievements would I really Be Somebody) and the other just wants to sit on a bullet with my torn jeans and ride on the rooftop of the world with no one around to judge me in my perfect world! Oops there goes that word again!

“They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds.” Winston Churchill

****this article originally appeared in helter skelter in may 2011 http://helterskelter.in/2011/05/perfectly-flawed/  ***

my first video...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3cq2rjjFME

behind the scenes...

making of the video for my first video "Raat" ....

http://nh7.in/indiecision/2010/10/05/making-the-video-airport/

style o wot

a gold star for all the gals who have no idea of who i am and for the ones that do, i'd suggest you spend a little less time in front of the mirror.

my name is sapna bhavnani and i have been working in the fashion / beauty industry for the last 14 years.  and to be honest i find it the shallowest industry of them all.everyday i come across women with low self esteem, after staring at all the skinny models gracing the front covers of every fashion magazine.  i come across many more complaining of their limp, dull, fine hair after watching the false hair advertisements on television.  everyone seems to be in pursuit of outward beauty.  and to many this book might seem like a book promoting just that.

bohemian girl

punk rock girl

librarian girl

the reason i thought of writing this book was to help introduce you to the beautiful world of fantasy and dress up.  i think as a girl growing up partly in india and partly in america, i had the pleasure of growing through all these phases.  i mean it.  from punk rock girl, to librarian girl, to tomboy girl, i went through them all till i got to the best one; "myself."  there is no chapter on "myself" girl in this book because that is a stage we all get to in our own time.  and i hope you get there faster than i did.  i also included a music play list because i think music sets the tone for everything in life.  i believe we all have our personal soundtracks that we groove to in our everyday life and i hope this selection helps you pick yours.

goth girl

please enjoy this book and try to play every character at least once.  for how boring would life be if you went through it entirely just as "goth girl" or "bratty girl."

http://www.mid-day.com/lifestyle/2009/sep/070909-Hairstyle-Makeovers-Goth-Librarian-Sapna-Bhavnani-Syle-o-wat-A-Girls-Guide-to-Looking-Great.htm
http://epaper.dnaindia.com/epapermain.aspx?edorsup=Sup&queryed=4&querypage=3&boxid=31446658&parentid=100519&eddate=09%2F19%2F2009

this book has been written by sapna bhavnani and illustrated by anushka anand

The Band Airport

so my small baby production house has made its first music video... it's for an Indian Band called Airport and the song is called "raat."  it's a beautiful song and i hope you enjoy it as much as i do.  the video has been directed by sid sikand (formerly head of promos for ch v) and shot by the talented mofo kartik vijay (formerly known as kartik vijay)... i will post the video on the www on monday..your input is important!  here are the lyrics in the mean time... enjoy..

illustrator genius man called Hemant Kumar

i would like to introduce you to Hemant Kumar and his masterpieces.... hello Hemant Kumar!!!! http://ceilingdreams.tumblr.com/

done for mad o wot !

jana gana mana...

i cannot begin to tell you how irritated i get when i look at our anthem videos on youtube...it's either a Rahman with his hair blowing in the wind to a Lata screachiing in the neighbouring mic...or it's either some Bollywood stars getting together and doing what they do best..overact..GAWD...STOP NOW... or its the street kids that have been the face of India to the world for a while now...NO NO NO... where the fuck are people like US?????? People who think, people who want change, people who will be responsible for change, WHERE WHERE WHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!
so i decided to do whatever i could, with no budget, to make a video for us. A track made by people like US. A video that included US!
here it is....
Track Composed And Produced by: Arijit Datta and Randolph Correia
Vocals by: Arijit Datta, Krittika Sharma, Sugandha Garg, Shweta Sharma, Raghu Ram, Sharib Hashmi, Uma Shanker
ENJOY!!

WHAT!!

i just found out yesterday that most of the society's in bandra and khar will not allow a Muslim to purchase a flat...i cannot believe that people think like this in to-days time..before i used to dream of a modern face in politics..now i'd be happy with just starting out with society secretary's....

one two three four five who the fuck is counting

Back in the good ole days, Mahatma Gandhi gave his list of blunders to his grandson Arun Gandhi on a piece of paper not too long before his assassination.
* Wealth without work
* Pleasure without conscience
* Knowledge without character
* Commerce without morality
* Science without humanity
* Worship without sacrifice
* Politics without principle
This list grew from Gandhi's search for the roots of violence. He called these acts of passive violence. “Preventing these is the best way to prevent oneself or one's society from reaching a point of violence.” To this list, Arun Gandhi added an eighth blunder, Rights without responsibilities.
If this lingo seems too proper for my column it’s because I’m quoting from wikipedia.com.

Anyway, I thought it was time I came up with a list of me own dam blunders. Calm down everyone, I don’t mean to start a riot by comparing myself to Mr. Gandhi; I just wanna come up with something I can relate too. “Yup, stop cursing in the background I’m trying to write here.”
Let the games begin:
The re elected Bush
WHAM!
Botox
Laserdisc
Ejector seats for helicopters
Decaf coffee
Pin striped Safari Suits
Synchronized water ballet
Masala Peanut Butter
Toupee
Miniature Pomeranians
Work without wealth
Ultra mild slim cigarettes
Sugar free / fat free anything
Camouflage Billboards
Glow-in-the-dark Suntan Lotion
Re run reality shows
Viagra
Waterproof towels
Underwater golf tournaments
The terms “metrosexual” “fab” “rocking” “killer”

Hee hee.. stopping at seven seemed impossible.

My hero Elvis found out about my list and decided to email me his top 7 contribution.
Uppers without downers
Responsibilities without pleasure
Prescriptions
Grandma undies
Item numbers wearing white jumpsuits
Diet plans
Elvis impersonators

It’s very easy making lists and writing utter nonsense for the sake of entertainment. It’s very easy reading the paper and discussing gossip. It’s very easy pointing fingers and calling names. These perhaps are the blunders all humans are guilty of and will not make any list because honestly nobody gives a dam.