A story yet unwritten- 'Before Death'

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        One day when Anil returned from the shop, he found his father lying on the bed. He shook him, shouted expletives at him but to no avail. It was just him and his father at their house. His mother had died long ago of general neglect. Nobody really expected her to live. She was spiteful in her last years and died a bitter neglected death. All the relatives came running after hearing about the death. Death was important to them. Nothing else could pull them to the town but death. Funerals were a great time to show that one cared deeply and they lasted shorter too, unlike the long bedridden phase where the dying needed to be cared for.

Advice That Mattered

I am blogging about my dreams and the people who helped make them true for the #AdviceThatMattered activity at BlogAdda in association with Stoodnt.

I have had a steady career in the sense that I have followed the wise advice nuggets of my elders and have completed my graduation in a safe field ie dentistry. My dad's logic behind helping me take admission in one of the topmost dental colleges in India was that if I become a good dentist, at least I will never be jobless (Ironic because the job market for dentists in India is rapidly shrinking).

I came to Delhi and started my practice here but, there has always been this artist within me. Dentistry allows for some amount of artistic expression but, my canvas was bigger. I wanted to draw cartoons, write stories and be known for it all. Marx had imagined a society where someone can be a scientist by the day and fisherman in the evening. Well, I wanted to be in that society; not fishing, but writing.

I did have a blog (this blog) but then, I began dreaming about writing a book some day or having a career as a novelist. Now, it is common knowledge that one should follow their true calling and there is no harm in chasing dreams. I did want to do so but, there was a practical side to the whole thing. No one succeeds overnight and the prospect of giving writing or cartooning my everything would have left me no where. I am not sure if writers ever pay their bills. Dying under debt just didn't sound that smart.

A friend of mine knew that I could write. I used to hang out with her and discuss career. She was one of the most reasonable and sorted people I had known. Safe choices like engineering and MBA were her cup of tea. I floated the idea of writing a book to her and she pushed me toward writing saying, "I am taking safe steps and planning ahead because I do not have what you have. Very few have what you have and it is the art of telling a story. You know your way with words and it is the reason you should, you must write a book."

With her push, I decided to balance time between writing and dentistry and the result is my first manuscript which is the semi-autobiographical account of a dentist's love life. Although it is yet to be published, just the joy of finishing a manuscript has been tremendous. I am so grateful for the push that made it happen. 

My interview with Blogadda.

Yes, I gave them my 'Dentist Rajnikanth' photo for the interview. It might not have been a good decision but, I guess it is catchy.

The interview (click for the link) is looking good and as always, I have been very verbose.

Do let me know your thoughts... :-)

#WillYouShave for glory?

My friend +Nikita Johri prompted me to participate in this activity-




This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette

I used to sport a lazy stubble until I got admission a dental college. My education in a professional college was my first step toward my awareness for the importance of a shaven face. I recall there were times when my teachers would send me back to hostel just so that I can shave and come back to the clinics. As a dentist, it is all the more important for us to have a clean, shaven look. A dentist who sports a stubble gives off the impression of untidiness and carelessness.

After college, there was a lull in my career as I dropped a year to prepare for various competitive exams including the civil services. The stubble started to grow and it is noticeable fact that I dated no one in this time slot. I turned into a sloth. I joined a clinic later on in 2014 and as I put on the apron, I realized that the stubble had to go. If you want to be taken seriously as a professional, especially as a healthcare professional, you have to spend some time on your grooming. Shaving is an essential and indispensable part of that grooming routine.

Nowadays I have joined a clinic and have to shave daily so that a clean sharp look keeps me looking like a dentist as patients march in and march out of my clinic happily. It has also added to my confidence and I can feel it in my voice and gait. I see it in all the people who are in higher posts or powerful positions, I never see them in unkempt, untidy clothes with unshaven faces. It just does not go with the position. They say one should dress for the job he wants. They should also include grooming in that adage.

Shaving is also associated with cleanliness as an unshaven face hides many things including pimples and dead skin. In short, shaving is what men do to remain men.

I would like to nominate my friends - +Vidya Sury , +Priyanka Dey , +Bindumadhavi P , +Sharanya Bhattacharya , +prachi aggarwal , +cynthia vincent , +SAMEERA SHAIR ALI , +Paritosh Bhatt , +Vandana Choudhary , +Amanda Ferrao , +Giribala Joshi , +heramb s , +Jatin Israni , +Simardeep Singh for the same activity.

And here are the two bloggers, blogadda wanted me to tag you too-
obscure-realities.blogspot.in
dreamzandclouds.wordpress.com

Do blog and post this post's URL in the acknowledgement of that post.

Let's keep the chain going.

#BlogToFeedAChild Post

• I am going to #BlogToFeedAChild with Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda.

Hunger is a shame. It is a shame on humanity and on the developed world. It turns into a shame just by existing in the 21st century. You are sitting in front of your computer screen after a meal/ snack and did it ever cross your mind that the meal was a privilege?

Mid-day meal schemes go a long way in solving this problem because they have universal coverage and target the right age group, the one in dire need of good nutrition. NGOs, SHGs can all come together and join hands toward funding and executing these schemes. There can be targeted funding for such schemes just like Akshaya Patra (see link above). Fund generation is a major yet only a part of the whole scheme of things. Execution and marketing of these schemes also constitute a major part of these.

Food in itself is incentive enough for any below poverty line citizen but the awareness and importance of schooling needs to be brought before the people's eyes for its full impact. Holding camps, talks, street-plays can be one way to attract attention. Making it (sending children to school) a compulsory activity for jobs under government projects can be another way.

CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility) can play a major role here too. It can majorly help with the funding and food grain procurement. Restaurants that have no channels to dispose excess cooked food can tie up with an NGO and the food can be distributed to the needy. Innovative ideas bringing efficiency in the system can help eradicate this menace which, truth be told, should not exist. 

If we are able to achieve this goal and in the next decade, we are hunger free as a nation, imagine the kind of efficiency our workforce is going to have. Anyway, we are going to be one of the youngest nations (working age-group-wise) in the World and we need to come out with all our guns blazing to make good use of this youth. 

Hunger will breed criminals. Absence of the same can open the options wide. 

#Inspirati presents- Longing Hearts (Episode 2)

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**Episode 2**

Tara opened her eyes in the drawing room of her two bedroom apartment in posh suburbs of South Mumbai. The first thought that struck her was of her daughter. Oh, how she wished that all this was just a bad dream and her doll would just come running and cajole her into tying her hair in the adorable twin ponytail pleading that she was getting late for school. As the mortifying fear of her daughter's disappearance gripped her, she wished that this was just one of those days when she accidentally fell asleep on the couch working on her laptop and had an awful dream. The cuckoo clock struck 8 and sent numbing sensations to all the happy memories that her mind was trying to conjure up in order to fight the impending ordeal of her daughter's disappearance.

She sprang up from the sofa in hopes to get through the chiasma of impending doom and supposed nightmare- as the wait itself was gripping her by the throat and eating away on her heart. Her prayers went unanswered as her husband Shekhar Dutta's tense countenance ushered her into the waking world. Before Tara could speak anything, she could read in Shekhar's eyes all the pain, all the worry that riddled her heart too. It was as if both of them were looking into a mirror and the gush of exact same emotions had brought both of their thoughts to a perpetual halt; with choked throats, they shared a glance. Tara, the less aware of the scenario of the two, having been unconscious for a good ten minutes, dropped the heaviest question in the room- "Where is Roohi?" Any other day, a terse question with such an obvious reply would have returned a snide remark from Shekhar but, today was different. It was worse than the days when they would snap at each other at every little thing which was so hard to imagine for the Duttas who had almost resigned to fate and had readied themselves for a divorce and had assumed that the worst had already befallen them.

Their guilt of Roohi's suffering due to their personal rifts was already gnawing away at the very fabric of their being. Both Shekhar and Tara, having been cut-off from their families, knew very well, the pain of an offspring who feels unwanted. Tara wasn't Tara Dutta always. She used to be Tara Malhotra, the confident Punjabi girl of Shekhar Dutta's dreams, the girl who brought Shekhar, the college favourite, on his knees right in the middle of the campus. Shekhar too, was not this bald, lean guy with a French beard and a smile that denoted more resignation to fate than delight; he was Shekhar- the poet. His couplets in Urdu were returned by sighs from women; when his fingers strummed the guitar, the whole campus used to drop everything they were doing and gather to listen.

All these now seem more like flashes from the past life instead of things of past; Shekhar's guitar is long gone and so is Tara's smile. Well, the smile makes cameos in the little innocent questions of Roohi who was still unclear about the word 'divorce'. In Roohi's little mind, she had defined "divorce" as some awful thing which will solve her parents' problems but will make a scary monster named "Divos" come live with them. Roohi never asked anyone about "Divos" because she knew saying his name was bad luck. She was worried as to where would they make the monster sleep? She already had enough monsters under her bed and knew that "Divos" would just make other monsters more ruthless. "No, they should not get 'Divos'!"-- she used to think in her mind and resolve firmly to stop them. At a subconscious level, she knew that the word meant something else but was afraid to ask as she was sure the new meaning would be even more horrible.

"Where is Roohi?!!" Tara's question still loomed in the room, now having ballooned to gigantic proportions after being repeated for more than three times. Shekhar, regaining his composure, trying to think of the answer to that question as if his life depended on it, could only say, "She is missing. I have looked everywhere." with an apparent fear that was unchained through his own words. That fear was now gushing in his veins, popping through his eyes and was visible in his quivering voice. Tara stood up and picked up her phone. There was something in the way she took charge that Shekhar's manhood felt belittled again. This time he let her make the calls and sat back on the sofa; he had practiced the art of playing the second fiddle so perfectly thus far that it seemed natural to him. To be true to his own self, he wanted to call the police but on some level, he wanted Tara to come to her senses and take the decision herself. He was unsure whether it was the right thing to do for some reason.

Tara looked at the frail, unsure Shekhar whose simpering made her want to rip him apart but, she understood his dilemma too and reassured herself that this time was not to feel angry but be supportive of each other. As the phone rang in the police station, she wondered whether this was the same Shekhar she had met in college.

It was her first day in college and as Tara Malhotra made her way in the campus, her eyes met with a charming stranger with a guitar. He had the charm of drug-addict, bad-boy rockstar. His curly hair, unkempt beard and mysterious smile made it impossible for Tara to shift her gaze in any other direction but the one in which he was headed. She had dreamed for a rebel. A bad boy who is just sufficiently bad that can be fixed; a guy with whom she can share her ambitions without getting judged. She looked at him and saw her conduit to salvation. She had rebelled against her parents to marry him. The same guy sat sipping water, simpering like a mouse on the sofa as she called the police and asked to register her complaint. She felt her temples turning crimson red with frustration but she focused on the task at hand.

As Shekhar sat back on the sofa, he breathed deeply for the first time since the shriek he had heard in the garden. He had run out to see his wife fainted. A sixth sense or maybe the fact that Tara is not one of those faint at heart made him suddenly conclude that something was wrong with Roohi. He had run out of the apartment building premises for almost a half a mile in search of Roohi. He had sent the guard on the lookout too. Neighbours who had rarely seen this measly recluse come out of his flat were just amused at the sight of him shouting. A friendly neighbourhood lady finally joined in the search and also helped Shekhar in taking Tara inside the apartment. It had been so long that Shekhar had held Tara that he had forgotten how to hold her. With a worried, weak heart, as he laid his gaze on Tara's motionless limbs, he held her fingers and felt the vulnerability returning in them after all these years.

Tara Malhotra had a strong confident personality but it was powerless in front of the poet's charm. Her vulnerability was one thing that had attracted Shekhar. She'd make him feel in charge and he felt recognized and appreciated. As her admirer, Tara had told him that he should pursue his dream of being an author and Shekhar saw the look in her eyes which meant that she wanted to be his pillar. A pillar that he had sought all his life. Ever since the first slap he had gotten from his father for choosing to study Arts over Science, he had been on the lookout for another pillar. In Tara's big beautiful eyes, sharp, shapely nose, delicate, rosy fingers- Shekhar felt validated again. He wanted to be an author again.

But as soon as Tara had come to her senses, even her smell turned alien. Shekhar knew that Tara would take charge as soon as she wakes up. He sat back on his sofa and sipped the water from a glass gently to muffle the screaming monsters inside his head. He knew that there was a bigger worry at hand, their beloved daughter, the only thing that held them together was missing.

Next, Shekhar and Tara were sitting in the police station as Inspector Tawde sat to listen to their complaint. Tawde, who had seen many such cases when the child would just go out to play and the parents would come running to lodge an FIR was understandably skeptical. "Are you sure, she is not just out playing with some neighbourhood kid?" he said without looking at them and looking at his paperwork instead. Tara was furious, her swollen eyes and nose red from crying had added to the effect as she blamed Tawde for incompetence. Shekhar who was mellowed by then, asked Tara to relax which further infuriated Tara. "Are you really Roohi's father? How can you ask me to 'relax'? No, I will not 'relax', Shekhar Dutta!"- she cried almost breaking into tears. Tawde was stoic and unperturbed having seen such cases by the dozen daily. He switched to Marathi and asked the couple to make some calls and ascertain that their daughter was really missing before lodging the complaint. Shekhar gently explained to the inspector how they live in a gated apartment building with a guard and also how he had created a ruckus in the building and woken up everyone as soon as he figured out something was wrong. Tara's crying had stopped and she looked up at Shekhar's face with a hint of admiration for the first time. She didn't know what all had transpired in the ten minutes in which she had blacked out. Shekhar looked at Tara with a calm reassurance and held her hand. Tara wanted to hug Shekhar but held back and just placed her head on his shoulder. Tawde finally wrote their FIR and held out the pen for them to sign. Tara took the pen in her hands at once and then handed it to Shekhar.

To be continued...

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Book Review- Private India- Ashwin Sanghi & James Patterson

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ISBN- 978-0-009-58639-5
Genre- Fiction/ Thriller
Pages- 470
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The best part about reviewing books by famous authors is that you can comfortably skip the introductions but keeping in tandem with the rituals of the book review format and thanking blogadda for this wonderful opportunity, I'd like to introduce this book by two popular authors. The first one is Ashwin Sanghi whose The Krishna Key set new landmarks in Indian historical fiction; it is a rare honour for a writer to have all his books in the bestsellers category. His writing style is simplistic and there is rarely any ambiguity or artsy delusions. His USP lies in the sensational content that he uses in his books.

I cannot recommend following him on Twitter due to the awful amount of 'quotable quotes' that he posts. Easy there, buddy! :D

James Patterson has had a successful stint internationally with his "private series". 
Check out the other books by him if you haven't already. As it says in his introduction- "The pages turn themselves".

This book falls in the genre where if you're a follower/ fan, you will actually have to buy and read it no matter how this review goes but let's get started-

About the cover-
The cover photography has been done by Alamy/picturebox.com and has Mumbai all over it. If you delete the author and book details, you can use the same cover for a book on Mumbai tourism. It has the essential Taj Hotel, Gateway of India photos replete with the Bandra-Kurla sea-link. The silhouette figure of a running person which is the trademark of the private series is pretty nice. The cover design has been done by blacksheep-uk.com and the fonts are pretty bold and the embossed title totally makes you wanna buy the book. Good job!

About the book-
The back cover introduces the plot where in Mumbai seemingly unconnected murders are taking place and in a DaVinci Code fashion, there are strange objects carefully arranged with the corpses. This seems to be a favourite area of Ashwin Sanghi's and I think it is bordering towards being 'played out' in terms of conceptualization.

Yes, there exists a Mumbai branch of "Private" and Santosh Wagh is heading it. The cases are given to Private India by the Mumbai Police as the Indian cops, who are understandably overworked, deem fit. Which is kind of funny!! Police wouldn't transfer their cases, at least in Mumbai. But hey! fiction...

The first thing that hits you when you flip the pages of this novel is the text size on its pages. It is slightly larger than usual and might be easier to read in dim lights and everything but it made me feel like I am reading my kindergarten alphabet book. Well, that's an exaggeration, but you get the point. The font is slightly larger and it is slightly awkward. Not a big issue. The book starts with a murder, (well it is a murder mystery so don't think it was a spoiler) and the pace is set right there. The chapters are short and quick paced and it is very hard to put down once you pick it up. If you are a keen observer, you can actually identify the places where Sanghi ends and Patterson begins. Both writers bring their flavours and diversity which is interesting as we switch from short, to the point sentences (Sanghi) to sleek lines ending with a punch (Patterson). I might be totally wrong here though but it was an interesting exercise to ponder. No, Sanghi doesn't bring his whole arsenal though. This book is strictly about Mumbai and there is no way the detectives have the time and energy to roam around the country and look for mysterious clues which revive readers' interest in Indian history. It's a shame though because that would have been awesome.

For all the "Private" fans, yes, we have Jack Morgan in the book and he does well while sharing the spotlight with the other protagonist Santosh who works under him. The novel ends at page 447 and there is a special treat which you might not be able to make the head or tail of but yay! Santosh's character is an ex-cop and the initial build-up about his conflict was interesting, could have been explored more deeply though. Oh and one warning, do not look for logic! It is neither a literary novel nor a thriller with brains, the novel is just like Jackie Chan doing cool moves in a suit- you have to say "wow! Awesome" and then stop thinking and expecting because there's no more tricks up his sleeve. Also, if your dad is in Mumbai police, do not read this novel. :D

The language is pretty easy and the descriptions are vivid but short. The characters are painted in black and white and there are minimum layers and very few complex back stories to distract oneself from the main plot. Ashwin takes care of the Indian mythology-related thrill which is scarce and there is fair amount of terrorism stuff thrown in. The books seems to be in the 7/11 hangover and there are bombings and Mumbai stuff that kind of drag on. The thrill that the Indian fans can derive from it is immense and Patterson's presence only makes it more glamorous. I'd also term it one of the most stylish thrillers that have come up in recent times in terms of content. Private's Jack Morgan makes the whole chase more 'international'. You can almost imagine a Hollywood-Bollywood amalgamation as you go through the pages. Yes, the book is like the Mission Impossible movie with Anil Kapoor in it, only he gets to do more cool stuff! :D

I would rate this book with 4 out of 5 stars but as I said, lower expectations.

****/5

How I solved the #WhatTheBlack mystery

Ok, so as you might not be knowing, I am a a bit of a detective. And I did happen to solve successfully the puzzle by the blogadda people. Here is presenting a short sketch of how I did it!

By the by, it must not be any mystery by now that #WhatTheBlack is the Colgate Slimsoft Charcoal Toothbrush. Priced at Rs 60, it is an amazing product.

Day 1, I got this mysterious black box which got me thinking. What could it be?

It turned out to be an egg. What? A black egg? It seemed like an interesting clue. So, the answer lies in somehing which is normally white but is now black -- yes that was my first thought.

As I cracked open the shell, I saw chocolate and the plot had just thickened... I knew it was gonna be a tough case to crack

 I thought really hard about it and then I just licked it because a good detective has to get his hands/ tongue dirty on the job. It was .... YUMMY!

I thought about washing the egg and then maybe the clue will reveal itself and OMG! There it was! It turned purple!! Which meant...

Absolutely nothing. So I just took out a plate and ate it.

While tasting the chocolate the answer to the riddle came to me.

But I forgot what it was due to the amazing taste...

Over the next two days, I got clues like black paper cup, black newspaper, black tissue paper and keeping the recurring theme in mind, I figured out the solution. Here is how-

Yes, my deduction was kinda aided by the word "colgate" on the last day's dispatch receipt but nevertheless! I decoded it! (A little bit of googling might have helped me there)

It was elementary my dear Watsons!

WOW- Picture Prompt- A mystery

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

This time, it's a picture prompt... Hmm.. let's try and create something. Here is my entry-

The Star That Wasn't

It was a rainy night and the police had cordoned off the area where the murder had occurred. Mr. Rajeev, the famous TV actor was no more and all his colleagues and neighbours were shocked. Suicide was ruled out due to several factors, first- he had a happy personal and professional life and second, he died due to fall from the window of his apartment located in the city's one of the most posh areas; when everyone knew that he was afraid of heights. Detective ABD was on the case with his trusted aide Shrivastava. The case clearly had murder written all over it but there were very few clues to work with. ABD walked up to the the dining table and found two half-eaten pieces of what seemed like a birthday or anniversary cake and alongside it lay an ear-ring and a phone. Knowing that Mr. Rajeev lived alone, the earring seemed to be the clue to solving the case. It seemed like a simple puzzle with the answer right there in the history of Mr Rajesh's phone book. ABD picked up the phone and opened the call log. It was erased. The murderer had deleted the history but it seemed more like a futile attempt because the police could easily trace the records with the service provider. Moreover, the rest of the cake was right there in the fridge. Shrivastava soon brought the rest of the cake and it clearly read- "Happy Birthday Rajeev"

This was weird because ABD, Shrivastava and all other ardent fans of Rajeev knew that his birthday fell on 5th of June and not on or around 15th of March. This had given the case a weird angle. Whose was this earring and why was Rajeev celebrating his own birthday alone? Moreover, why was he celebrating his own birthday on the wrong date?

The next day, as the records came from the service provider, it turned out that the calls were not local but made to a far off nondescript town in Madhya Pradesh. The number read- 9810975586* and it belonged to one Ramesh Tiwari in Chhatarpur, (MP). ABD made a call promptly to that number and a frail, female voice picked up the phone from the other side. She seemed like an old lady. Ramesh was her husband's name who had died a few days back. She also had two kids- both males, working as watchmen in the nearby city Gwalior. She was clueless about the whole murder fiasco and could not give much details mostly because she was hard of hearing. ABD was finding this case to be getting more and more complicated. He had no clue what was happening and how a famous TV actor was murdered after making some calls to a family he doesn't even know. The case had reached a deadlock. The earring also did not fetch any clues as even after repeated enquiry and search, there was no one in town who knew Rajeev and owned or knew anything about the earrings.

ABD, after much running around and beating around the bush accepted his defeat and almost gave up on the case. Suddenly, in an epiphany, he realized that Rajeev was a TV actor and the clue might be in the episodes of the serial he was working in. The serial had helped him shoot to fame with his realistic portrayal of a fearless lawyer who takes on the system. His intense acting had won him many awards and he was popular among viewers of all ages. ABD had in his hands, the CDs of all seasons- 1 to 5 of the show. Shrivastava, his assistant, asked- "Sir, as the murder is recent, shall we start watching season 5 first and look for clues there?" ABD nodded but suddenly changed his mind. He asked Shrivastava to begin the show from the very start. As the episodes progressed, ABD's eyes grew wider. He could sense something creep up his skin. There was something which seemed off and ABD was almost sure he had nailed it. Before they were done with episode 27 of the first season, ABD sprang up and asked Shrivastava to bring the producers and directors of the show.

Can you guess the ending? Take a guess and Scroll down for the answer.

Answer-
The detective noticed the minute change in the voice and facial features of Rajeev in season 1 itself. It seemed as if the actor who began his career in the serial was someone else but was replaced by a lookalike. Usually, there is bad acting in the initial episodes and it improves as the series progresses but here, Rajeev acted nicely in the initial 15 episodes and then suddenly started acting like an amateur for the next 5-6 episodes. Later, again the acting improved and there was this changed voice and pattern of facial hair. When grilled by the police, the producers confessed that they had discovered a lookalike of Rajeev during their trip to Gwalior. (It was the watchman of the building of the producer's relative who lived in Gwalior.)

They used to joke that if this actor doesn't do well, they could replace him with this lookalike. But when the actor died due to alcohol toxicity in a private party at the producers', they, in order to save their show, really replaced him with the watchman. To their joy, this new guy had good skills and soon learned. In his initial interviews, Rajeev had confessed his fear of heights and that's why the new guy also continued to repeat the same. But due to the loss of his real identity and the condition by the producers that he could not contact his home otherwise the game will be over, he felt sad.

That night, it was his birthday and he had ordered the cake for himself as only he knew his own real identity. The depression of being alienated from self was killing him. All the accolades were going to someone who was already dead and his own family was suffering back home. All of this drove the lookalike Kamal to suicide. The earring belonged to his mother and he made those calls to just hear her voice. The mother was later found to be an Alzheimer's patient and was not able to recall that her son had not come home and has been missing since past 5 years. 

My Sunglasses, My Style

This post is my entry to the "My sunglasses, my style" contest from BlogAdda by GKB Optical.com- India's largest Online Eyewear Store!

I have chosen two pairs of sunglasses for the contest which are- Police V-1666 and Ray-Ban RB 3025.

I do not claim to be a "fashionista" but I do love sunglasses, I think they form one of the most basic accessories in a wardrobe. Now that the summer is here, I think it's the perfect time to bring out those aviators or wayfarers and flaunt them on the streets, on the highway, during the pool parties, sunday brunches and what not! Sunglasses are the way to go!

Look # 1. - The Road Warrior

Brand- Police

Model- V-1666

The try on feature from GKB Opticals comes in handy!

These large aviators are enough to spice up your wardrobe for a road trip or even a sunday night out. Throw in a casual blazer, a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans to waltz your way to glory!

The best thing about Police sunglasses is the way they look urban and chick and yet classy and retro at the same time. Wear them to your Bollywood themed parties and dance away to 70's and 80's bollywood songs with elan!

A pair of white or black designer shoes will complete the look. If it's a road trip, do away with the blazer and go for a nehru jacket. Throw in a stole and you're good to go! Of course, I am talking about a bike trip! And yes, do not forget those boots because sometimes, shoes are just not enough!

For the frame shape, size and material specifications visit this link- Police V-1666

Look # 2- The Ladies' Man

Brand- Ray-Ban

Model- RB-3025

         

Can you pull off the "devil" look?

Or the suave gentleman look?

In contrast to the Police V1666's shell frame, these shades have cool metallic shade, that's why they are meaner! To pull off this look, you need these aviators which you can buy from here! Plus an attitude and a sharp combination! Wear them with a party shirt, preferably black, a white neck-tie (if you're into ties), black or blue jeans, a brown/ black leather belt and of course, black designer shoes and you're good to go clubbing on a saturday night!  Do not over-accessorize this look because in the world of elegance, less is more!

Better still, you can wear them with a suit! You'll be sharpness personified! A designer watch would just add to the overall charm! A black plain or pinstriped suit would work just as good! Don't forget to smile at the admiring fans every now and then! 

This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com brought to you by GKB Optical Sunglasses