Bon Vivant

I am so sorry. I am sick of livejournal, it seems very alian to me and thus I have shifted everything to blogger now 
http://www.mindlessscribble.blogspot.com/ if you care please read it there. 
And as for morbidblack the only person who seemed interested in this journal, thanks a lot I actually posted the other two entries because of you and i am so sorry i cudnt reply back because this stupid livejournal never allowed me to. Thanks again 

Our college celebrated the ethnic day on the 3rd of September. It was fun, a pleasant change from the usual shirts pants for guys and jeans and tee’s for girls. I wore a sari, it was a very very different experience, I am not used to a sari so I had a little trouble carrying it, plus the whole idea of showing off my back seemed very odd I am not really used to this one too. Thus, practically, I wore some six yards of cloth on me but still felt very exposed, no doubt they call it sensual.

A sari is the most decent and the indecent clothing on the planet at the same time, all depends upon the person wearing it. Elegance and poise are the mark of a lady who drapes herself in this Indian attire. Despite the fact that most Indians fear that with the coming in of the western culture Indian clothes would be forgotten I am sure that this six yards of sensuality is here to stay no other clothe can match the stature of the Indian sari.

 

 

I often use this particular line on people, especially men who try to amuse me or just compliment me for the heck of it, "flattery you see Mr. seldom works on me." I have very rarely in my life received a compliment which seemed true or sounded honest though.

I stand to question myself why is being told that you are beautiful, you sing well, I like you hair, you have a captivating smile so important to a woman. A compliment can make her day. To be honest it is important to me too no matter how much I deny, I feel small when people around me are complimented and I am not. It is not that I am hungry for compliments but still a genuine one is always welcome. 

Looking closely into this I feel maybe I am in self doubt, maybe I do not trust my potentials. I am what I am, and when I claim I know myself better than you do am I wrong. May be I do not know myself, may be I need some one else to tell me who I am. 

The bottom line remains that it feels very nice to be complimented and an honest compliment does wonders to my self esteem. It remains the naked truth even if it is making me feel very small right now.

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Merhaba is the Turkish word for hello.  Warm greeting to those reading this journal.

I would pay heed to the formalities first; if you care to know then I am Apoorva Shrivastava. I am an 18 year old law school student, I study in NLIU Bhopal. I have lived in this place for many years unfortunately my city Bhopal or bhopu gaon has all the disadvantages of a gaon and none of the advantages of a city but still I love it. 

Passions in life - I aspire to do my LLM in environmental law, a dream I am chasing from a long time. I love to read though I am not always spotted with a book, just in case I am the book would be closed or I would not be looking at it. Still science fiction novels remain my all time favorites. I am an artist by accident; I can sketch with pencil and charcoal. I am trained in the Indian classical dance bharatnatyam.

This journal is the place where I jot down my thoughts about things ranging form contradicting emotions to social issues; anything that touches my heart will be here. I am not trying to make any point through this journal and not even trying to influence your thinking or ideology, but I am trying to make my voice heard as a Bon Vivant who is seldom given a chance to speak. This journal is the world through my eyes, it is my perspective.  

Be faithful keep reading and keep coming back
Cheero!!!!!