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Thursday, July 26, 2012

David Beckham And His Collection Of Tattoos

The above pic shows David Beckham posing for a shoot for retail fashion chain H&M. The shoot showed off not only his fab physique, but also his love for tattoos.

 1999: Lower Back - Brooklyn: His first tattoo, done in Gothic script, after the birth of his son Brooklyn

2000: Upper Back - Guardian Angel: The angel was designed to watch over Brooklyn's name a few inches below.

2000: Left Inner Arm, Victoria, Hindi Script: Pledged his devotion to wife Victoria. Considering the English script far too ordinary, he decided to go for the Hindi script.

2002: Upper Back - Romeo: The name of his second son, Romeo, above the guardian angel. The angel's wings had been added in the meanwhile.

2002: Right Inner Arm - Roman Numerals: A tattoo of the number 7, in Roman numbers. This number is special to David as it's his shirt number for Manchester United and England

2003: Right and Left Inner Arms - Roman Lettering: The one below Victoria's name on the left arm says 'So That I Love and Cherish' and the one in the right says 'Spiritual Perfection'

2003: Back of Neck - Winged Cross: It's like a protective talisman over his children

2004: Right Arm - Angel: A month after allegations of his affair with Rebecca Loos, he got a large angel design on his bicep, with the motto: 'In The Face of Adversity'

 2005: Centre of Back - Cruz: Third son Cruz's name below the angel's feet

2006: Right Wrist - Roman Numerals: Following a secret ceremony in 2006, the Beckhams opted for a set of matching tattoos on their wrists. The numerals stand for the date of the ceremony - May 8, 2006

2006: Right Wrist - Pray For Me: First 'Sleeve'

2007: Left Arm - Victoria: A recreation of his favourite Brigitte-Bardot style photo of Victoria. The phrase 'Forever By Your Side' was later added

2008: Left Rib-Cage and Left Arm - Chinese Motif and Second Sleeve: The Chinese motif translates as 'Death and Life have determined appointments. Riches and honour depend upon heaven. To match his right arm, he started colouring in the gaps on his left arm's design

2009: Left Arm - Ring of Roses: David got ten roses around his arm to mark his tenth wedding anniversary

2010: Ribs - Jesus On The Way To The Cross: Paying tribute to his grandfather, on his passing away, with a black and white image of Christ drawn on his side, based on the painting The Man of Sorrows by Catholic artist Matthew R. Brooks

2011: Left Upper Chest - Jesus and Cherubs, Harper: A portrait of Jesus, styled to look like Beckham, being lifted from his tomb by cherubs, said to represent his three sons. He etched daughter Harper's name above the tattoo after she was born

2011: Left Hand - Love & Swallow: The word LOVE has been added next to the first of the two swallow designs - supposedly a symbol of family love and loyalty

And like I always believe in and say:
"Heal the world we live in
Save it for our children" - MJ

Debolina Raja Gupta

Tattoo tales - The Inky Way

 Pic courtesy Google Images
(Pic courtesy Google Images)

I remember the first time I saw the concept of a tattoo - it was a series on some international channel depicting the many cultures all over the world who have embraced this creativity in their own way. No, not Discovery or TLC, it was a documentary film on some unknown channel and I simply got hooked to the many designs that were taking shape. Once upon a time, the trend of tattoos was only associated with bikers, criminals and people who were considered of an inferior background, but today, the trend has changed, and getting inked has almost become like a fashion statement.

There's something really attractive about a tattoo - provided the person who's sporting one can carry it off. Like everything else that's fashionable and makes a statement, a tattoo looks best worn with the right attitude. It's at once sexy and dangerous, in some cases feminine, delicate, and in most cases, rugged and confident - all these depending on whether the person is a male or female. Of course it's a fad, of course many people do it just because everyone is doing it, but it's really to spot the 'real' ones, those who've got inked coz they believed in it, cos for them its an extension of who they are, not just a copy of what someone else has been doing.

This documentary I saw must have been about a decade ago, a time when I was just fresh out of being a teenager, and getting a tattoo wasn't something I was thinking of, I was simply fascinated with the idea of a tattoo on others. But over time, this has definitely changed, as today, I came home with my third tattoo, and as of now, I shall say this is my last. I hope so. And hope that I can stick to what I'm saying. Here are my three tattoos and what they mean to me:

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Vaseline Moisture Therapy Heel Cream

(*As sent by PR team)
Our busy lifestyle leaves us with little time to take care of an important part of our body that carries us around the entire day, i.e. our feet. Our feet carry us around everywhere, as we continue to finish our daily tasks and chores, resulting in them receiving maximum pressure resulting in dry and cracked feet!
Cracked Heels are formed due to dry skin and excessive pressure of the body weight thereby leading to painful cracks. With time, these cracks can either bleed or translate into a skin infection and become a serious problem.
If this problem sounds familiar, Vaseline Moisture Therapy Heel Cream is the one step & easy solution to painful cracked heels. Upon regular application, the cream provides instant relief and also seals moisture for long-lasting care and accelerates skin’s natural barrier which helps in healing and filling the cracks in the skin. Vaseline® moisture therapy heel cream contains a proven combination of skin moisturizer and skin protectant that promotes the healthy environment for dry skin to repair itself, thus making them soft and smooth in just 7 days!
So this summer bring home a personal spa session and enjoy happy feet with Vaseline Heel Cream.
Available in 40gm for Rs 75 and 20gm for Rs 45 respectively, Vaseline Heel Cream is available at select modern trade outlets, leading Groceries and Cosmetic Stores across the country
(*this is a press release and not a personal opinion of the blogger)

And like I always believe in and say:
"Heal the world we live in
Save it for our children" - MJ

Debolina Raja Gupta

New POND's Age Miracle Cell ReGen Facial Foam

(* Advertorial Post sent by the PR)
The latest offering from POND’s in its age-miracle range is the new POND’s Age Miracle ReGen Facial Foam. Along with the earlier-launched POND's Age Miracle Day Cream and POND's Deep Action Night Cream, the new face wash promises to help renew skin cells thereby visibly reducing wrinkles, fine lines, sagging skin and age-spots. In addition, it also counters dullness and enhances your skin's radiance.
POND's age-miracle Cell Re-Gen Facial Foam has a velvety texture with a touch of gentle microbeads. It tenderly exfoliates skin and removes dead cells and impurities, helping your skin look radiant and fresh. Using a combination of the three products in the POND's Age Miracle range will help accelerate skin renewal and reveal a younger, more radiant you!

PRICE: 100ml tube for INR 215.

Application: Wet your face and take a pea-sized amount, massaging gently on the face with your fingertips in an outward circular motion. Rinse thoroughly with water and pat dry. 
And like I always believe in and say:
"Heal the world we live in
Save it for our children" - MJ

Debolina Raja Gupta

Friday, July 6, 2012

First Chapter: Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence

 'Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take anything tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

 This was more or less Constance Chatterley's position. The war had brought the roof down over her head. And she had realised that she must live and learn.

 She married Clifford Chatterley in 1917, when he was home for a month on leave. They had a month's honeymoon. Then he went back to Flanders: to be shipped over to England again six months later, more or less in bits. Constance, his wife, was then twenty-three years old, and he was twenty-nine.

 His hold on life was marvellous. He didn't die, and the bits seemed to grow together again. For two years he remained in the doctor's hands. Then he was pronounced a cure, and could return to life again, with the lower half of his body, from the hips down, paralysed for ever.

 This was in 1920. They returned, Clifford and Constance, to his home, Wragby hall, the family 'seat.' His father had died, Clifford was now a baronet, Sir Clifford and Constance was Lady Chatterley. They came to start housekeeping and married life in the rather forlorn home of the Chatterleys on a rather inadequate income. Clifford had a sister, but she had departed. Otherwise there were no near relatives. The elder brother was dead in the war. Crippled for ever, knowing he could never have any children, Clifford came home to the smoky Midlands to keep the Chatterley name alive while he could.

 He was not really downcast. He could wheel himself about in a wheelchair, and he had a bath-chair with a small motor attachment, so he could drive himself slowly around the garden and into the fine melancholy park, of which he was really so proud, though he pretended to be flippant about it.

 Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him. He remained strange and bright and cheerful, almost, one might say, chirpy, with a ruddy, healthy-looking face, and his pale-blue, challenging bright eyes. His shoulders were broad and strong, his hands were very strong. He was expensively dressed, and wore handsome neckties from Bond Street. Yet still in his face one saw the watchful look, the slight vacancy of a cripple.

 He had so very nearly lost his life, that what remained was wonderfully precious to him. It was obvious in the anxious brightness of his eyes, how proud he was, after the great shock, of being alive. But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.

 Constance, his wife, was a ruddy, country-looking girl with soft-brown hair and sturdy body, and slow movements, full of unusual energy. She had big, wonderful eyes, and a soft mild voice, and seemed just to have come from her native village. It was not so at all. Her father was the once well-know R.A, old Sir Malcolm Reid. Her mother had been one of the cultivated Fabians in the palmy, rather pre-Raphaelite days. Between artists and cultured socialists, Constance and her sister Hilda had what might be called an aesthetically unconventional upbringing. They had been taken to Paris and Florence and Rome to breathe in art, and they had been taken also in the other direction, to the Hague and Berlin, to great socialist conventions, where the speakers spoke in every civilised tongue, and no one was abashed.


And like I always believe in and say:
"Heal the world we live in
Save it for our children" - MJ

Debolina Raja Gupta