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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Maybelline Baby Lips Lip Balm - Lusting After

Wow, so I've already been informed by my beauty SA at the counter that Maybelline is launching their Baby Lips in India (and if you've followed them on FB, I'm sure you've changed your profile pic to that of when you were a baby...didn't get the drift? Check them out on FB and you'll know!!)

The main reason I'm looking forward to this is that as many of us girls out here, I suffer from terribly dry lips. No matter how much I try to keep them moisturised, they do end up getting dry and chapped, and over these last so many years, I've only really liked one lip balm that seems to have somewhat worked for me.


So why am I so looking forward to the Maybelline Baby Lips? 
I'm a huge Maybelline fan...and for the past few months, I'm unashamed to say, I've almost COMPLETELY drifted away from all other beauty brands, instead giving all my love to Maybelline - and they deserve it.
So now that the brand promises to come out with a lip-balm that only promises to keep my lips hydrated for 8 hours and ALSO has SPF 20, I just can't wait to try it out!!!

Also, I would love it if my lip balm had some tint or colour to it, so that I could wear it on its own, even while going out, and when I wanted some colour...the Maybelline Baby Lips Lip Balm comes in 7 exciting shades (see below) and I already know which colours Im going to try out....

Read the entire article here

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

Debolina Raja Gupta

Pond's Femina Miss India 2013 - Femina Miss India Completes 50 Glorious Years



Femina Miss India joins hands with Pond’s to host Pond’s Femina Miss India 2013
(Ex-Femina Miss India's Vanya Mishra, Prachi Mishra and Rochelle Maria Rao with Marc Robinson)
Femina Miss India, the country’s most prestigious and credible pageant turns 50! Fifty golden successful years! The national platform that created actors and celebrities like Zeenat Aman, Juhi Chawla, Aishwariya Rai, Sushmita Sen, Diana Hayden Dia Mirza, Neha Dupia, Priyanka Chopra and Lara Dutta to name a few, who represent the perfect Woman, a woman who has the classic combination of beauty with brains.
(Marc Robinson, Ankita Shorey Miss India International with Mehar Castilino, India's First Miss India)
To celebrate this remarkable journey and to unveil the new logo of this historic brand Femina Miss India joined hands with the most credible and oldest name in beauty-- Pond's. Taking this further, Femina Miss India has also partnered with the leading general entertainment channel, COLORS, to take the viewers through this exhilarating journey. 
(Vanya Mishra with Arun Srinivas, VP Skincare - Hindustan Unilever Ltd.)

Friday, September 7, 2012

Torturing Babies In The Name of Television!

Unbelievable! If you are a regular TV-addict, you've no doubt seen this being played out on television many many times. On Indian Television that is....

Tell me, haven't YOU seen such scenes on Indian television? I don't know about other regional channels (though Im sure they do this as well), but I have seen this cruelty being played out on Hindi as well as Bengali channels time and time again.

A small baby crying, a small baby being scolded, a small baby constantly crying while the characters keep talking/arguing to each other. The little baby keeps looking here and there, waiting for its parents maybe, while the show goes on....Is that it? Is that what Indian television is stooping down to?

One thing I constantly fail to understand is from where do these people bring in these babies? 
Orphanages?
Poor Families?
Parents Hungry For Fame?
Own Children?

I earlier used to think these TV channels/shows bring in babies from orphanages...coz I just couldn't believe that a parent would allow for such atrocities. But remember the show where so-called small-time 'celebs' were called in to stay in set-created homes and manage babies???!!!!! And remember how Rakhi Sawant and Juhi Parmar treated the babies!!!

That is when I realised that some parents will go to any length to get that much-crazed about fame, no matter how they need to stoop down to grab it for even a few seconds! I mean, imagine otherwise normal families with sound economic standing and good education, giving away their babies on television to be looked after, cared for and 'maybe loved' by contestants! All the while as you sit at a monitor somewhere and watch your baby lying on the floor and crying out to you!!! Are these people even worthy of being parents? Forget everything and everyone else, don't they for once feel what they will tell their babies when they grow up and ask their parents why they did it?

And these channels and shows, don't these people have babies back home, or are they blind enough to not see the innocence and the need for love in these little one's eyes? Its a shame for Indian Television.

- Debolina Raja Gupta

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

Sunday, September 2, 2012

A Few Thoughts, Pages and Pen.....

I don't write to share....many times I do...but many times, my notebooks are my only soulmates, listening to me without judging, giving me an ear, keeping my thoughts, my secrets all tucked in.

And I've been quite in love with them in turn. Each time I go to a stationery store, I invariably wander off to the hand-made notebooks section. The unevenness of these pages, the less-than-perfect look is what make them even more beautiful for me. The rough and coarse pages of the re-cycled papers, as I run my fingers through them, feel filled with many stories from the past.








This is one of my oldest notebooks. Quite worn-down now....I made the odd drawing on the cover by putting some ink blotches and making it out in the shape of a girl and boy...As you can see, Im pretty lousy at it!

Im currently using this one as my workpad...

Picked it up from Staples.




This is how the inside of the notebook looks. I love writing down my name and playing with it in different styles and colours. So here's my name Debolina Raja Gupta in two different shades of colour that I happened to be fiddling with in at that time - blue and green :-)











 I really liked this one the moment I saw it. Im not a very floral-print kind of person, but there was something quite attractive about this cover. The cover of the notebook is soft, its a kind of cloth with real hand-made embroidery...I found that quite interesting.....

Using it as an on-off jot down notebook.

Picked up at The Bombay Store.










 Wow...just look at her..Isn't she a beauty? I wasn't really looking for a notebook when I walked in to the store, but one look at this one and I knew I had to keep it with me. This is a one-of-its-kind notebook that Iv seen till date, whether as a regular notebook or as a hand-made paper one. The cover is like a painting frame and actually feels really smooth and varnish-y to the touch.

I haven't got down to use this one yet.

Picked it up at The Bombay Store.





 - Debolina Raja Gupta

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

Anupam Roy Fans ONLY

Anupam Roy: The Man and His Music

- Debolina Raja Gupta

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

Debolina Raja Gupta

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Anupam Roy: Music Mania and Butterflies





It was exactly 5pm when I closed the door and put the key in my bag. It was a humid evening in Kolkata, but I wasn’t perspiring from the hide-n-seek of the rain. As I walked down the now-familiar path from the local guest house where I love to stay sometimes, hiding away from the crowd and the faces, I hailed the yellow cab and headed to that so-looked-forward spot, and that oh-so-dreading now place! As the Kolkata buildings and streets started to whizz past, I could feel the butterflies in my tummy…oh no..why was I doing this? Could I still run back?


It was the Anupam Roy concert at Rabindra Sadan in Kolkata and I had travelled all the way from Mumbai only for this one evening. I had arrived alone after a 32-hour train journey to the city, and after the concert, was due to fly out the next morning. A cross-country journey, alone, to first time see that man perform live, whose music happened to change my life so significantly – was I being silly?
If anything else, I was sure this was all worth it.


As I entered the green room I was nervous. Of course it wasn’t green, but a wooden feel space with the typical light-bulbs around the mirrors that we’ve seen so many times in movies. Trust me, it gives quite a feel! 

I immediately scanned the room and could see that Anupam was still not there. Instead, there was a live current going on, pre-concert. The entire gang comprising the Anupam Roy band was there - Nabarun Bose (keyboards and background vocals), Sandipan Parial (drums), Roheet Mukherjee and Ronodeep Bose (guitar) and Rana Singharoy and Raja, who manage and look after the entire smooth functioning of the band. Just a few minutes and we were off chatting and singing and fooling around. But my mind was really quite elsewhere. 

How does it feel when you are standing right there where you are about to meet that voice that you’ve been listening to for so long? The voice that told you so many things your heart always kind of knew, but really couldn’t say. Exciting, scary, nervous, confused, shy, tongue-tied, ready to run out the door – just a few feelings that were racing through my entire ‘nervous’ system.

And then……………………….


(* with Anupam Roy and the gang after the performance)

The door opened and a tall fair guy with black-and-red-rimmed glasses, dressed in a black silk kurta and cream corduroys entered. Greetings and chatting and talking about what’s been done, what’s to be done and the usual camaraderie where a lot of young and creative minds are involved. After a smile and a hi, I of course crept to the farthest corner I could without looking too obviously rude. Of course my tongue had decided to get tied at that very moment, and I was trying to come up with a dozen excuses of somehow getting out of there.