<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Kruti Naik - The "ButterFly Effect" :)</title><description>My imagination has no end. Writing is something which I discovered in these days. It can be a motivational force because of a wonderful person behind me who wants me to express or something which I knew from within but couldn't  make it happen.So finally I am on the edge to express my all those crazy thoughts which come to my mind at every another moment. I Would love to receive your comments and suggestions:-)</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kruti Naik)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 6 Sep 2024 14:33:16 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://krutidesai07.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>My imagination has no end. Writing is something which I discovered in these days. It can be a motivational force because of a wonderful person behind me who wants me to express or something which I knew from within but couldn't make it happen.So finally I am on the edge to express my all those crazy thoughts which come to my mind at every another moment. I Would love to receive your comments and suggestions:-)</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>My imagination has no end. Writing is something which I discovered in these days. It can be a motivational force because of a wonderful person behind me who wants me to express or something which I knew from within but couldn't make it happen.So finally I</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>"Rockstar"-- journey starts with no end..</title><link>http://krutidesai07.blogspot.com/2011/11/rockstar-journey-starts-with-no-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kruti Naik)</author><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 22:48:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763581653545064083.post-9045493915102331831</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFmgq7As_7g/Ts83DP13AVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NqvA4P-DvvA/s1600/rockstar-2073.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFmgq7As_7g/Ts83DP13AVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NqvA4P-DvvA/s1600/rockstar-2073.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was a Friday afternoon and was listening radio, heard one of the RJ saying “The first half is English daru and second half is Desi daru in Hinglish Bottle” I set aback. Then started to ask my friends who have been to movie, got the same replies in different responses. Ahha, then the day came when I stepped into the hall and was thinking about all those comments I heard.. finally, I saw a very deshi Hariyanvi boy covering the huge screen and having that passion for music. Simply simple;-)&amp;nbsp; He was unaware of pain and eternal feeling of self discovery, unable to relate the real music with pain finally started his journey with music in a deep search of pain to make it more eternal, more real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Rockstar is not the journey of an individual to become a “Rockstar” it’s a journey of a Rockstar, &amp;nbsp;unknown of what can be achieved and lost while falling in love and following his passion.&amp;nbsp; Imtiaz Ali’s direction is speechless. Those kashmiri galiya, hariyanwi ,Ranbir’s atypical appearance and last but not the least Nargis’s beauty irrespective of&amp;nbsp; her “Hinglish”. Imtiaz Ali has made a point that story line can be same for every movie but the idea of portraying &amp;nbsp;it on wide screen can be different and more proficient &amp;nbsp;every time. “Jab We Met” was something about falling in Love ,getting Lost and rising in Love again bt “Rockstar” is a story of “Lost”, “Love” and eventually its “Love” . You cannot think about other than Ranbir kapoor&amp;nbsp; in those 3 hrs. “Rockstar” is an ultimate combination of Imtiaz’s&amp;nbsp; imagination, Ranbir’s Presentation and Rehman’s Music. One cannot deny the fact that “Rockstar” has a combination of 3 genius with 1 passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xibzezyUKBM/Ts828hVi5FI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YHLXCarBfJs/s1600/rockstar-303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xibzezyUKBM/Ts828hVi5FI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YHLXCarBfJs/s1600/rockstar-303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The melodious voice of Mohit Chauhan made me more inclined towards the music , its lyrics and Ranbir’s character. I could see myself being lost in “Jordan” at one point of time and at other point of time I felt myself dwell in “Heer”, It was something which is not only for everyone but it was something for those who fall in love with their own self , with their passion and with their love everyday . It was a search , sometimes its lust and sometimes its craziness on the screen. Sometimes its just an ordinary story and sometimes its an unexpected end. I heard people saying the end is quiet dissatisfied because here the story was not to make two people together at the end and “paisa Vasool”, it was a story to search one’s own self,to discover “Jordan’s” own self. Its not about taking everything, its about “Leaving”, here “Giving” will not be a perfect word because “Jordan” was not ready to give up anything, he had to leave for his “Love” which he discovered in a later part of his life while he was on the battle field with his fame, passion and self discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This was all about something I felt, I analyzed and I enjoyed last weekend with a Guy who was struggling to discover his own self by relating pain to his music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UFmgq7As_7g/Ts83DP13AVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NqvA4P-DvvA/s72-c/rockstar-2073.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Lost inside the fake LOVE !!</title><link>http://krutidesai07.blogspot.com/2011/11/lost-inside-fake-love.html</link><category>Love</category><category>Love quats</category><category>Poem</category><category>Poems</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kruti Naik)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 23:18:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763581653545064083.post-2434942071064713278</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTuREFVHxIA/TsyVmX8JAHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/emyAavxHhXM/s1600/girl-hiding-her-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678077716701184114" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTuREFVHxIA/TsyVmX8JAHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/emyAavxHhXM/s320/girl-hiding-her-face.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 212px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I was lost in a hope to trust one’s fake love...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But you came along; I believed it was making me alive again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Care was all needed, love was all needed to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;you came to hold me; you came to protect me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You came to bring those rays to make me feel high&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Love was something I was in search for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I was afraid of tumbling down but you assured me to hold my hand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Suddenly it was changing; I can feel it was all different to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You were there to heal me from within, To let me touch those high skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I met an angel, I met a Life,&amp;nbsp; I died, I crawl&amp;nbsp; and I began to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I cried to touch you from within, I pleaded to feel you from within,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You made it worse again, you made me bruised again,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I dreamt, I lived, I hoped to be with you but I am shattered again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I am killing my dreams again, I am following those dark paths again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;There was something , which I really wanted do &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;To Love you , was all I needed to do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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