Dreamer is me!

[classydreamerrebel]

A Tribute to Sushant Singh Rajput or a solemn promise to salvage my pain. His death affected me the most... Because his story was ever relatable. He was one amongst us commoners who dreamed big. Now all that remained are his dreams... Let's collectively make them big. In honour of Sushant’s dreams!

[not-all-the-prayers]

11 Amazing Black Women (Rarely Talked About)

[classydreamerrebel]

How are they so lost to the pages of history

How are they so lost to our collective memory

Bring them out of those dusty pages

the Heroes who were unsung for ages!

[yawndaime]

hey i know we’re tired of change.org but julius jones is on death row and has been wrongfully imprisoned for 20 years so it really cannot hurt to sign this petition

[classydreamerrebel]

Read it as it is... Read in between the lines... Take it as you wish... Wish it while you can...

[sapphic-sprite]

reblog if you:

are bisexual

love bugs

are just vibing

support bisexuals

we’ll never know which one!

[manniexo]

lowkey feel like aman is the top but then so is kartik but aman also acts like a power bottom but kartik is literally a baby- STOP BEING THE DEATH OF ME JS

[classydreamerrebel]

Talk about I also have the same feeling... That Aman is a top. There is a dormant Dom energy in him too... Karthik is definitely a baby...

[classydreamerrebel]

Not complaining... Just saying

This man’s sexy saunter is the only freaking reason why I almost missed a whole gang of lesbian and gay couples dancing in the background. In my 76345th viewing of the song, somehow finally I noticed it... Why Ayushmann why?

[kamalahkhan]

I kinda was thinking a thing… I see so many blogs here who have changed their url to something related to SMZS or like have produced a lot of content about the movie and the actors…which is great but I did not see half this level of enthusiasm for Ek Ladki ko dekha toh Aisa Laga. 

Im not here to bash anyone for their interests or anything (cause I myself did not produce any content for either the movies) but it kinda just came to my mind. 

It could be that I am not aware of the blogs that made a lot of content for ELKDTAL but I did not have to actively search for SMZS stuff, my dash is anyways flooded with it. 

Please don’t call me anti gay men or anything of that sorts, please read the whole thing and try to understand what I’m trying to say. SMZS fans I’m not bad mouthing you in any way, I’m just curious about this situation. 

[hackedbyawriter]

I think it mostly has to do with the fact that SMZS was fearless and unapologetic in its depiction of a gay relationship and used satire very effectively. Whereas ek Ladki (not the shit on any ek Ladki fans) simply didn’t do that, and honestly a lot of people aren’t fans of Sonam Kapoor. SMZS is in my opinion superior as a movie and as good rep.

[ll-sofia-ll]

I think it has to do with a lot of things -

a) of course, SZMS is a better movie, though I was moved more by ek ladki. Maybe, on account of the very different genres

b) lesbian invisibility - even within the queer community, lesbians are often invisiblised, and their existence ignored. A movie that deals with lesbianism, in a non male gazey way will obviously not get as much attention as a gay film. Misogyny + homophobia at work here.

c) sonam kapoor vs Ayushman khurana

d) I feel like the film itself participates in the invisibilisation of lesbians - like the guy has a greater role than both the women put together. Perhaps this is understandable considering the amount of backlash there has been against films about women who love women. And that is the greatest tragedy if the film - it doesn’t attract the audience it speaks about. As a cis bisexual woman, all I wanted was to see a movie about women getting their happily ever after. And I didnt care about a kiss. But some intimacy that passes for non-friend intimacy might have been a good thing.

[vespaaurinkos]

^^^^^ all of this!

plus SMZS had better promotion, better production, a better supporting cast overall, and came out at a better time, so i think it all just added up to SMZS being more popular.

BUT ALL HOPE IS NOT LOST @lgbtonystarks​ ! for just later this year, comes a nblw bollywood movie that we can hype and celebrate AND ADORE! Let’s give Sheer Qorma some love!

[diqnxiq]

I love both the movies but in Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga, the story focused more on Rajkumar Rao’s and Sonam Kapoor’s characters than hers and Regina’s. And the movie feels like the director was fearing a bit to show the main couple, resulting for them to have a really short amount of screen time. But with SMZS, the main couple and the supporting roles get equal screen time. Although the storiea of both the movies were FANTASTIC, but elkdtal kinda failed to represent it. Also, Regina’s character, Kuhu, appears suddenly. We don’t get her side of story, only that she has a brother too and they were gonna move to London, whereas, we get to know about both Aman’s and Kartik’s backstory. And that is why Elkdtal gets less popularity than smzs.

I am not trying to depromote anyone, it’s just my own opinion.

[classydreamerrebel]

In my opinion, Ek Lakdi Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga is about a closetted lesbian, who tries her best to come out to her understanding but loud father. It had great potential. But it fell flat mainly due to two reasons.

-the lead role was protrayed by Sonam Kapoor. She is good as a fashionista, but her acting just doesnt connect to the audience no matter how she tries. She did try in this movie. The spark that is supposed to be between two girls who are in love, was missing between Regina and her. Regina had an amazing screen presence, but she was grossly un-utilized in the movie, we were literally introduced to her at the fag end. Regina would have made a huge difference if only she had a little more time on screen. The girl can flirt with her eyes.

Now keep that in comparision with the explosive chemistry of Karthik and Aman, you would know the difference. Actually, after I watched SMZS, I came back to rewatch ELKDTAL just to understand why I didnt feel connected to the movie as much as SMZS. The reason is right in the face, everytime Karman are on screen they looked like a freaking couple, undeniably in love, from the first frame. And I believe that this is because Ayushmann and Jeetu shared a comfortable camarderie off-screen too. They were on promotions together, Ayushmann repeatedly called Jeetu his parallel lead. Thats why the chemistry worked wonders with the audience. My borderline homophobic mom saw at the trailer and couldnt say that it was unnatural. That, to me was a win.  Need I say more? Regina was comfortably sidelined in the promotions in the movie, she was no parallel lead in her lesbian movie.

-Coming to the second reason, its screenplay. While SMZS tackled the issue of Homophobia and actually showed the character arc of Aman, ELKDTAL skirted around the issue as if it was a Taboo. The plot was a slowburn reveal, would have worked 10 years back, not in the contemporary. The unnecessary mistaken infatuation track of Rajkumar Rao actually became the movie’s saving grace. Learning? Make plots that stick the message. Clear and simple.

I hope the Sheer Qorma that is going to come actually breaks the monotony of repressed lesbian romance and give us something fresh.

[classydreamerrebel]

Do Nadiyon ka pani -2

Karthik

I am excited! There is a new batch of marketing interns this year and I cannot believe I will be guiding one of them. Gaurav, our creative head, told all of us to pick one of the juniors each and our desperate Heteroes, fought over the hot girls in the batch.

Yep, we were checking out the Facebook profiles to see who they were.The others finally settled for the hunks and the only one whom no one was picking was Aman Tripathi. His Facebook Profile, had non-descript poetic quotes from Gulzar and Rumi, Some of his pictures with Family.I felt bad these people judged him by his ordinariness. I picked him. He could be interesting and even if not, we will be fine.

I am in one of my moods, the happy one. I took a bouquet of flowers, that basically had every flower that the florist had. I simply couldnt decide. And it became a huge ass bouquet, but I took it anyway. I know for sure that no one bothers to greet the freshers with flowers, so what's wrong in showing some extra-large love.

I realized that it was indeed too ridiculously large bouquet as I walked into the office. People in my office ducked alarmedly out of my way, guffawed at my stupid gesture. I shrugged, anyway, most of them thought I was legit crazy! So why should I care!

Another amazing realization is that my extra-large bouquet would not fit the door straight. Just like my extra-large ahem heart would not fit the world straight. I smirked at my own stupid joke.

I entered the room where interns were waiting quite dramatically, I couldnt help it. It's my life and the drama just happens. And that's when it happened, the feeling that breath had been suddenly knocked out of me.

I lowered the bouquet from the eye-level and looked at the first person across me. I knew him to be Aman Tripathy, but he looked nothing ordinary. His coffee-brown eyes were wide and had a beautiful smile on him as he stared at me.

He shook his head ever so slightly as he realized he straightened for me. Thank god! for my autopilot singing, I was not making a fool of myself in front of him. Because I never felt like this before, nervous and anxious to impress, I barely registered the others in the room. I set the bouquet on the table, Thank God I picked it.

No Thank god I picked him. Shit, I shouldn't be thinking this way!

I finished my song with a regular flourish and pirouette, hoping desperately that he must not think of me as stupid or something. I looked at him and he stood gazing at me with his big eyes. A thrill shot through me as I realised he was impressed, his eyes were tracing their way towards my tattoo, and jacket.

Those eyes were really speaking volumes. I must do something before I get lost in those eyes and do something stupid. I joked something for the heck of it, thankfully that worked the other interns, who were in the room started coming towards me to introduce themselves.But Aman looked down and stepped back, I was already hyperventilating. Was I looking too overbearing? Was I too dramatic? Now what?

I engaged myself introducing myself to the others, I didn't get any of their names. But then I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that he was nervously shuffling his collar, looking so lost that my heart went out for him.I smirked at him, to gauge his reaction, maybe it was too weird for him that a guy was eye-balling him, he swallowed and shuffled his collar.

Damn! I should not make him feel uncomfortable.

So I stepped forward to shake his hand. Alarm clear in his eyes, he too raised his hand to meet mine.His hands were shaking, yep definitely nervous. Unconsciously, I brought both my hands to reassure his shaking hands. And I realized that too late. Thankfully, Aman didn't mind and actually felt comfortable with my gesture.In a hurry to make a good impression on him I picked the most cheesy lines of the century.

But they worked! Aman laughed, and for a moment I was distracted at the silky hair that bounced on his face. Ok now! Damn!

"Aman" he replied sweetly. Time to misdirect my wit yet again!

"Main soch raha tha, Shahrukh, tum toh Salman nikle yaar!"

Aman being really sweet, played along, "Main bhi soch raha tha Ranveer, aap bhi toh Shahrukh nikle".

I was shamelessly impressed by him, and we were still holding hands, I don't want that to turn awkward so I did yet another goofy, cliched ShahRukh gesture, with, "Kya Karoon unpredictability mera andaaz hain."

Aman laughed at that as well throwing his head back. Sigh! That hair!But then, he suddenly realised that the others were looking at him too, in a split second, his self-consciousness was back. His hand automatically went to his neck, he rubbed the back of his neck and shuffled his collar, looking like an adorable lost puppy.

"Aagaya Mera Star," Gaurav boomed from behind him. Aman looked at him across me. And an unexpected frisson of something shot through me. Gaurav was hunky and quite hot for a creative head and Aman looked at him in surprise. I didn't like that. I want his attention back, in fact, all to myself.

Strange!

Gaurav was commenting something on the flowers, and I replied, "Welcome, sir! Welcome! Phool toh mere ussool hain sir!"

And as if I was mentally retarded, I turned back at Aman to throw him a wink.Gaurav clapped my back as I reached him and turned towards the crowd yet again. For a second, Aman had a mesmerising smile, but then he quite suddenly his smile slipped. He looked away and swallowed. I looked away too, wondering what was wrong!

A welcome distraction came in the shape of my team, who walked in after a calculated twenty seconds after Gaurav.The general rounds of introduction and briefing were happening and I calmed my nerves. My Hetero team is already staring at the girls and doing stuff to impress them.

The poor girls always have it hard, too much attention all the time. Aman slunk into the background, probably I am the only one who noticed him. One of the girls from the freshers casually walked towards him and introduced herself. He looked up in surprise but quickly got through the introduction. But she lingered talking to him, he was uncomfortable and fumbled his words, which made the girl giggle and looked back. I understood the ruse. She was actually interested in the other guy at the end of the room. So this was her ploy.

Maybe he sensed that someone was staring hard at him from across the room, he looked away form the girl and his eyes met mine, but Gaurav boomed yet again and I had to look away.

So Gaurav started his speech with the same old marketing mix with a spice of his own, trying in vain to motivate good responses. He was facing the crowd from across the table, while we were to his left. I could see Aman at the other end drinking in whatever Gaurav was speaking, rapt in attention.Yet again, the pit of my stomach burned a little.

What! Gaurav was good looking, at least too good for a straight.

Gaurav ended his prep talk with the announcement that he will attach each of the interns to each one of us. But since our team were ten and the interns were only six, we have to share our resources. He had a knack of telling stuff as if he just had an idea to do this as if none of this is pre-planned.To tell the truth, I was nervous. I didn't know why I want Aman to be happy and impressed with me.Gaurav announced our names casually and attached the interns in a line. Finally, Aman's turn came and Gaurav called my name. Aman lit up for a split second as he heard my name! And here I was a nervous wreck. He caught my eye smiled, he was nervous as well. I smiled back, it's kinda hard not to, his smile is too infectious.

[classydreamerrebel]

Do Nadiyon ka Pani- 1

This is my version of Karthik and Aman’s lovestory. There will be two point of Views throughout the post.

Aman

It was the first day of my Marketing Internship in Delhi, I was so nervous that I am shaking inside out. It's already hard that I fumble, stutter and I have been constantly ill-at-ease with people, so I chided myself not make it worse by looking like a nervous wreck. I took several deep breaths and walk into the unassuming office. The wizened old security guard looked at me quizzically, and I replied, "Aman Tripathi. Marketing Intern."

He nodded and opened his register, apparently five others are joining with me. I signed in the register and the guard beckoned me inside.The office was nothing fancy, and I was not expecting more. I was lucky to land this job right after my MBA. I scanned the room with the other interns as I was led. They all looked prim and presentable, three girls who looked like they were ready to walk the ramp, not because of their clothes, it's because of their confidence, and two guys who are talking to each other but they have their eyes trained on the girls.I rolled my eyes mentally. The guard asked me to enter the room where these guys were standing and left.

I took another deep breath and entered. The others looked at me for a second and resumed whatever they were doing.Maybe I was not dressed to command the attention of the whole room, but I was glad that I was saved from going through the tedious rounds of introductions and socializing. But I did tell myself, "Welcome to yet another boring world Aman," as I took my place to stand beside the muscly, show-off guy whose shirt was decidedly tight.

It was then I heard a low-key commotion in the ring wing of the office, the aisle that faces the room we were in. I looked up to see the source of it.A melodious yet boisterous hum of "Main shayar toh nahin" met my ears. The voice was golden, deep and amazingly masculine.

Through the door, I could see a huge walking bouquet of flowers and people were surprisedly ducking in the wake. I did not wonder for too long about who that was, the bouquet headed straight to us. The bouquet was so huge that coming straight it would not have fit the door. If I thought that the bouquet was beautiful, then such thoughts have gotten erased as I saw the face behind it.He was stunning, pitch-black eyes that sparkled with mirth, bushman's eyebrows and a crooked smile. Just to compliment his handsome face, his jet black hair was styled in spikes. And was that a nose ring? Yes it was. The man ruled his look with the nose ring.

I had consciously straightened up and couldnt help but stare at the man, who sang the last line of shayar toh nahin, while setting the bouquet on the table in front of us and pirouetted with a flourish.My heart was pounding hard and the room went so silent that I was afraid the others in the room would hear its mad drum-beat. Shit! I just broke into a sweat, not that it will be really noticeable but damn the effect the man just had on me!

"Too bad yaar!" he said, I could only hear him distantly. What actually caught my eye was his adorable pout as he spoke, "I made such a great entry, and bande ko appreciate koi nai karta!"

The girls giggled, the other guys guffawed foolishly, I couldnt help blush and smile, with eyes simply drinking him in. He was almost a foot taller to me, lean and looked quite hot in that jacket. And oh that triangular tattoo on the side of his neck! Wonder he had tattoos anywhere else.

What the hell was I thinking? Aman Tripathi Apne dimaag ko kaabuu main rakh!

I looked down and swallowed as others went ahead and introduced themselves to him. I took a step backwards and simultaneously wished to be the stud of the group and become invisible. Karthik... Karthik Singh his name was.

He was shaking his hands and casually joked something, both girls and guys started laughing. With a jolt, I realized he was looking at me with a crooked smile.

Aur meri wahaan phatt rahi thi!

I smiled at him, nervous, my hand went to my neck unconsciously, He smiled at me encouragingly, and took a step forward. As much as I wanted to flee the spot, I was rooted. I didn't want to look stupid, but I was pretty sure I was not making a stellar impression.I internally commanded myself to speak, shake his hand. I raised my shaking hand to meet his ready and friendly hand, he looked at my hands for a second, held it with both his hands to make me comfortable.

"Karthik! naam toh suna hi hoga," he said in such an adorable ‘Rahul’ style that I couldnt help laughing. He broke my ice.

"Aman" I said smiling.

"Main soch raha tha, Shahrukh, tum toh Salman nikle yaar!"

Thank god! My brain restarted right in time. "Main bhi soch raha tha Ranveer, aap bhi toh Shahrukh nikle" I replied.

He laughed sweetly at that, "Kya Karoon unpredictability mera andaaz hain" with yet another goofy Shahrukh imitation.

I suddenly became aware that there were other people in the room and they were all looking at us... with interest. Shit!My hand went to my neck unconsciously and shuffled my collar. The spell was broken and landed me in uncomfortably in reality.

"Aagaya mera star!" a loud voice startled us.

Everyone, including Karthik, turned to its source. A tall, fit and middle-aged hunk just entered the room with a genial smile.

"Come here! Karthik! ye kya hain flowers and all" he said as his eyes fell on the ridiculously large bouquet.

"Welcome, sir! Welcome! Phool toh mere ussool hain sir!" Karthik quipped confidently, turning back at me to throw a wink.

Damn! that cocky confidence.