Watches - Part 1

When was the last time you visited Helios or does that name sounds alien to you?? If it does? WAKE UP!! Because you are missing on something very precious in ones' life – TIME and Helios sells it to you in a solid form. There, time is the only thing that is designed and branded by the Eye widening LABELS that can actually burn a wide hole in your pocket but you will not miss on TIME for sure. Here the time singings for you “Tic Tok. Tic Tok” and promise to keep you on TIME wherever you plan to go. Now let me explain how you can own this TIME that is set in a solid form and sings the jingle of its fast moving pace. Time is solidified in the form of a WATCH that was introduced in 1530 as Clock-Watches, which were worn on a chain around the neck or fastened on the clothes. Then came the Pocketwatches (1600), Wristwatch (1920) and finally a Quartz watch (1969). But out of these models the Wristwatch became the heart stealer and sale for it rocketed sky high during the last decade. This gave the Top players in the luxury line play some more with Time and flash out mind blowing masterpieces that graced the wrists of men. Wristwatches are of many kinds that divided on following basis by the leading brands and stores:

1. Type

• Analog
• Digital
• Analog-Digital
• Aviator
• Marine

2. Dial Shape

• Round
• Rectangle
• Tonneau (HOW DO WE Pronounce this WORD? )
• Square

3. Strap Material

• Metal
• Leather
• Silicone
• Plastic
• Rubber
• Fabric
• Stainless Steel
• Mesh
• Ceramic

4. Features

• Water Resistant
• Date Wheel
• Chronograph
• Calendar
• Alarm
• Altimeter
• Barometer

Which one do you think is BETTER?

I am in full mood to buy something for keeping time as I am always late everywhere. I would love to understand the importance of time that no one in my family gives a damn about. So, what I am going to do is invest in a masterpiece from some of the trusted brands. Plus, I will gift one of these watches to my friend. But before that I want to decide which one to buy for myself. Let me list down my choices with exact prices for a clear picture.

Police - Rs. 7,875.00

 Guess - Rs. 11,100.00

Guess - Rs. 7,700.00

Poem - Lonely!!

I AM LONELY

SEARHING FOR SOMEONE SOULy.

FIND ME ONE,

I HAVE NO IDEA OF WHICH ONE..

WHO IS MADE FOR ME

CAN YOU TELL ME??

IT IS HARD TO FIND,

THE ONE I HAVE IN MIND..

I WANT A SOUL MATE,

WHOM I CAN TAKE ON DATE,

AND WHO DOSN'T GET LATE.

CAN KEEP ME ON TRACK, 

AND SHOULD NOT BE A CRACK..

LOVE ME LIKE HELL,

SCOLD ME WHEN I M UNWELL...

MAKE MY LIFE CRAZY,

KICK ME WHEN I GET LAZY...

DRAG ME ANYWHERE,

WHEREEVER WHENEVER...

CHEMISTRY MUST BE BITTERSWEET,

FOR WHICH I CAN TWEET,

EVERY TIME WE MEET...

I WANT TO FALL FOR YOU,

CRAWL FOR YOU,

EVERY MOMENT I REMEMBER YOU...

IN THE END,

I AM LONELY.

'WAITING' FOR SOMEONE SOULy

Insecurity

For many it's a big let down and for many it's a tool to bring someone down. We are not born with it, this just pop up with the passage of time and conditions. 98% of the humans on the surface of earth are insecure about their looks, 90% are insecure about their partner, 82% are insecure about their job, 73% are insecure about their own sexuality, and the list goes on. It is humanly impossible to find one person who is self-secure or rather the words should be confident about life, sexuality and other stuff. Everyone is and will be insecure about something or the other that is not in our own hands. My basic question is why people get insecure? What is the main cause of the insecurity? Can it be cured? 

The answer to all these questions are not as simple as one may think. One may say that the insecurity related to ones image or looks can be handled by going through the instant makeover or attending personality development classes. But can that same person answer one simple question, if that could have helped then why there are too many cases where people just adapt to the change they are suggested or molded in and forget the real them?

YOU!!

A nightingale sang the sweet tune of “Night, Night, Goodnight” as the clock struck 12AM. This is the best time when I get lost in the mesmerizing world of dreams (a world where I can be whom I want to be, travel the stars, meet the non-existent and hog as much as I can). Sharp at 7 AM my friend messaged me that was followed by a bucket full of under breath curses her way. Stepped out of my home sweet home at 8 AM while rubbing my half open eyes to reach the dreaded Metro Station. Standing at the recharge counter, my head was busy manipulating the day ahead. Something was out of place at the station, may be the sweet fragrance that lingered in the air or the person at the counter changed. My 7th sense (if existed) pointed that my day is not going to monotonous. As I stepped on the escalator, I was not greeted by wired people who expect me to climb up on it but a huge handbag said hello to my legs. I stared at it as if it is the most fascinating thing in the world. 

Wait a second, I remember this camel colour Parada bag. I was just about to pick it up, a soft voice banged hard on my eardrums. My soul wanted to burn itself and vanish from the scene as it was well aware what was followed, “Don’t you think you should learn some more expressions?” she said. My eyes rolled up in her direction, heart froze and legs started shaking. Her brown eyes twinkled as she laughed at my vacant expression. A laugh that travelled through my soul attracted many guys wanted to bag her. My mouth opened to utter something stupid but tongue got twisted in a fear of messing everything up. Every cell of my body was awestruck as my eyes burned a hard image on the brain of her shining more and more with the sun rays. It felt as if every ray pierced my eyes as they bounced her perfection towards me. She held my hand and rushed me inside the sparsely crowded metro. I could sense every eye burning a hole in me and had a same question “How can he?”. 

I choked on words that wanted to define the feeling of seeing her. Every word fooled me and my head was full of so many emotions that it cluttered my eyes which were busy capturing every moment. We stood by the pole, looking inside each other eyes. It was not magical to look in her eyes but my hand in her hand made it an out the world feeling. My phone flashed a message, “I will be late, you carry on.” I moved my gaze from my phone and stared point blank at her. We entered the dark tunnel to cross the underground stations. Everything about was as perfect as it use to be. I shook my head hard to come back to reality but her full of life smile was still in front of my eyes. Moved my knuckles across her cheekbone, her soft skin felt like fresh pita bread dough. Brought my hand back to inhale the faint fragrance of her skin, it reminded me of the remarkable fragrance that lingered in the air at the station. Station after station, I felt her magic taking a toll on my soul and making me smile like a class one kid who recently fell in love with her math teacher. As we were about to reach the end of the gloomy tunnel, her eyes turned towards me and bid goodbye in the sweetest manner they could. With the flash of light, My eyes opened to the ceiling of my room while phone flashed a message from my friend sharp at 7 AM.

Quirk Box

Many a times, I just tend to surf the net aimlessly. That is the time I get lucky the most and to prove this little unbelievable myth, I have something that I plan to buy next month. This is a little extraordinary and out of my fashion scoop. I have never worn such a thing in my life and never dared to. But this time, I  ought to buy it as my gut feeling says that I will be able to carry it off. I know many of you will not take my idea seriously after taking a look at it but I want this piece for sure. Here I present, a quirky jacket tagged as Toy Factory Soldiers by Quirk Box.

Dance Without You - Skylar Grey

So serious, all the time.
I feel restrained.
I feel confined.
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering.

I wanna dance without you.
For once, just let me lose myself.
I wanna dance without you.
For once, just let me lose myself.
For once, let me lose myself 

So insecure.
So uptight.
I break my neck to be polite.
I cannot take your whispering, your whispering.

I wanna dance without you.
For once, just let me lose myself.
I wanna dance without you.
For once, just let me lose myself.
For once, let me lose myself.

How can I make history with your choreography?
Take your hands off me.
Take your hands off of me, Before I suffocate.
I wanna dance without you.

For once, just let me lose myself.
I wanna dance without you.
For once, just let me lose myself.
For once, let me lose myself.