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Sunday, July 19, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Snowman and - Christmas treat
Office party theme - Snow
Things handy to make - Thermo-col stars and Cotton Snowman for the desk !
Things handy to make - Thermo-col stars and Cotton Snowman for the desk !
Sparkle on the stars make them glitter and the gift wrapping cones and clothes make the snow man trendy !
The nose is also from the wrapping paper. SIMPLE AND EASY !
Steps to make the stars:
1. Draw star on a paper and cut the frame.
2. Take a hot knife (make its tip hot on the stove to cut thermo-col) and cut the stars with help of the paper frame.
3. Apply fevicol on one side of the star and immediately spread some sparkle on it to make the stars as in the picture.
Steps to make the Snow man:
1. Make two paper balls. A small one for the head and a big one to make the base of the snowman.
2. Apply fevicol on all sides of the paper ball and stick a thin layer of cotton to it.
3.Stick the small ball on top of the big ball to make a snowman.
4. Make the eyes with small black paper dots or bindi's and make the cone for the cap with any attractive paper aterial.
5. Make the long nose with a red cone! And the snowman is ready!
Friday, July 17, 2015
Door with pictures
We all admire people from different fields of life, be it sports, academics, Hollywood, Bollywood, music and the list continues. We may collect lots of their posters but one good way of having all of them at one place together can be sticking their pictures, cut in the shape we want, on our doors.
Just like I did, on the back of my hostel door room ! It was indeed a great creative thing to look at, every time somebody closed or opened the door ;)
I collected all the pictures from the newspaper, which included pictures of Shah Rukh Khan, Madonna, Natalie Portman, Deepika Padukone, Rihanna, Sandra Bullock and even Sachin Tendulkar and Indira Gandhi and the Obama's !
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Rangoli Desings
I have always been that somebody who loves making designs and patterns, i.e. Rangoli's.
And in India, RANGOLI'S are made on various occasions.
I, being North Indian, love celebrating Deepawli, one of our biggest festivals, because I get to decorate our house and make lots of decorative arrangements, which surely does include making Rangoli ! ;)
Making a Rangoli is all about making the correct paatern and selecting the suitable colors for it. Even simple designs as these, look good, when made creatively !
Even a lighted lamp (Diya) kept on top of a heap of flower petals surely looks beautiful !
I love lamps ;)
And in India, RANGOLI'S are made on various occasions.
I, being North Indian, love celebrating Deepawli, one of our biggest festivals, because I get to decorate our house and make lots of decorative arrangements, which surely does include making Rangoli ! ;)
Making a Rangoli is all about making the correct paatern and selecting the suitable colors for it. Even simple designs as these, look good, when made creatively !
Even a lighted lamp (Diya) kept on top of a heap of flower petals surely looks beautiful !
I love lamps ;)
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Tattoo!
I love being creative or let's say creativity is in my blood.
I ain't too good at drawing or painting stuff but I am good at using things creatively and making attractive stuff from simple things.
I can make an exact copy of the drawing and color it ,obviously ;)
Here's how a tattoo looked like, on the arm of one of my friend, Shruti.
The occasion was our college fest and we decided to participate in our friends event, Tattoo-agio.
We were supposed to make tattoo with the sketch colors provided and this is what I came up with.
However it didn't turned out to be an award wining one but I guess, it do looks a simple and quite attractive one.
I ain't too good at drawing or painting stuff but I am good at using things creatively and making attractive stuff from simple things.
I can make an exact copy of the drawing and color it ,obviously ;)
Here's how a tattoo looked like, on the arm of one of my friend, Shruti.
The occasion was our college fest and we decided to participate in our friends event, Tattoo-agio.
We were supposed to make tattoo with the sketch colors provided and this is what I came up with.
However it didn't turned out to be an award wining one but I guess, it do looks a simple and quite attractive one.
LET ME FLY !
Saturday, June 13, 2015
The Transition!
Well, it's time for the blogger to return to the blog space again from tiring and hectic work and establish work-blog balance with work-life balance of-course!
So here's what's going to be happening on the blog in upcoming days.
This blog space will be merging with another of blogger's space on blog-spot which is CreativeCorner and by the end of this week this shall be done with a whole new look and feel granted to the blog with the promise from the blogger to put up more beauty, art, photography and creative work along with of-course the main theme followed on the blog, which is, poetry, stories and all that what she has been writing on this space.
Hope the transition is liked.
Cheers!
Lost Girl
So here's what's going to be happening on the blog in upcoming days.
This blog space will be merging with another of blogger's space on blog-spot which is CreativeCorner and by the end of this week this shall be done with a whole new look and feel granted to the blog with the promise from the blogger to put up more beauty, art, photography and creative work along with of-course the main theme followed on the blog, which is, poetry, stories and all that what she has been writing on this space.
Hope the transition is liked.
Cheers!
Lost Girl
Saturday, May 9, 2015
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Till then,
Cheers!
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Cries...Young & Old !
"Aee......", the little girl came crying to her mother.
Loud and clear cry with no tears.
Elder brother had hit her in hide and seek game since she was making fun of him.
And she kept on crying and crying and crying with no tears.
Her mother kept pacifying her but deep down she knew her daughter.
She knew her nature and she knew no matter what she gives her now, nothign can stop her cries.
Nothing can stop her shouts.
Nothing can stop her cries.
Left alone for an hour or so she would calm and get along with the game once again.
Noted: A small incident but huge cries.
"I saw him with another girl", the words kept repeating in her mind.
:How can he cheat on me", she kept asking herself.
She had been a nice partner in all his work, humble listener for all his troubles, patient girlfriend in their stormy relationship yet she had lost it all today.
She just could not change who he really was.
A Liar! A cheater! A backstabber!
Not only was he cheating on her, also he had abused her with various allegations!
She was used and then thrown in the middle of nowhere!
She succumbed to her broken heart injuries and decided never to trust any man.
Noted: A big incident but no cries.
To err is to Human!
Yet Humans are scared to even be the natrual themselves!
Look at the small babies crying their lungs out because of hunger or wet diaper or the reason that they don't know what else to do to express they need attention and care. They cry and they cry it all out. The cries bring out all that they inside in them. Tears wash away every bit of sorrow/discomfort/pain from their inside. And they forget it all after they are done with the crying.
Grown ups don't cry. They keep everything inside them and suffer more than the original hurt. They don't want to show tears to anyone. In the process of being strong they actually make themselves weak from the inside. Pain kept with them results in suicide, grudges, depression, mental illness and what not heart disease.
Why not cry over the hurt?
Why not cry over the injury?
Why not cry over the loss?
Why boast about fake strength?
Why pose about hopeless support?
Why not let it all out?
Why not let tears wash it all out?
Why keep the pain inside?
Why hide tears in heart?
Why not cry it all out ?
Keeping Pain inside rather than letting it out?
Is it really worth it?
Think!
Loud and clear cry with no tears.
Elder brother had hit her in hide and seek game since she was making fun of him.
And she kept on crying and crying and crying with no tears.
Her mother kept pacifying her but deep down she knew her daughter.
She knew her nature and she knew no matter what she gives her now, nothign can stop her cries.
Nothing can stop her shouts.
Nothing can stop her cries.
Left alone for an hour or so she would calm and get along with the game once again.
Noted: A small incident but huge cries.
"I saw him with another girl", the words kept repeating in her mind.
:How can he cheat on me", she kept asking herself.
She had been a nice partner in all his work, humble listener for all his troubles, patient girlfriend in their stormy relationship yet she had lost it all today.
She just could not change who he really was.
A Liar! A cheater! A backstabber!
Not only was he cheating on her, also he had abused her with various allegations!
She was used and then thrown in the middle of nowhere!
She succumbed to her broken heart injuries and decided never to trust any man.
Noted: A big incident but no cries.
To err is to Human!
Yet Humans are scared to even be the natrual themselves!
Look at the small babies crying their lungs out because of hunger or wet diaper or the reason that they don't know what else to do to express they need attention and care. They cry and they cry it all out. The cries bring out all that they inside in them. Tears wash away every bit of sorrow/discomfort/pain from their inside. And they forget it all after they are done with the crying.
Grown ups don't cry. They keep everything inside them and suffer more than the original hurt. They don't want to show tears to anyone. In the process of being strong they actually make themselves weak from the inside. Pain kept with them results in suicide, grudges, depression, mental illness and what not heart disease.
Why not cry over the hurt?
Why not cry over the injury?
Why not cry over the loss?
Why boast about fake strength?
Why pose about hopeless support?
Why not let it all out?
Why not let tears wash it all out?
Why keep the pain inside?
Why hide tears in heart?
Why not cry it all out ?
Keeping Pain inside rather than letting it out?
Is it really worth it?
Think!
Monday, January 26, 2015
Creative Corner - New Blog | New Facebook Page
New Blog is here from the same blogger with a new face-book page to be liked.
Like the Blog's page at : Creative Corner Facebook Page
The blog can be visited at: Creative Corner !
A blog showcasing the creativity in form of designs. patterns, click picks from real life!
Cheers,
Lost Girl
Creative Corner |
The blog can be visited at: Creative Corner !
A blog showcasing the creativity in form of designs. patterns, click picks from real life!
Cheers,
Lost Girl
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Please Stay!
The moment has come
Where you shall leave.
Bid me goodbye
and go home.
My hands want to get locked with yours
Fingers demanding to curl up against yours
Arms wish to be with your arms
With my shoulder touching yours.
Heart wants to shout and shout it out loud
The love, the feelings it wants to shout it out loud
It aches when you walk away
And wish you to walk my own same way.
Eyes want to capture every detail of your smile
Frame every expression and record every talk.
If only I could make you stay,
Make you stay and never let go.
Where you shall leave.
Bid me goodbye
and go home.
My hands want to get locked with yours
Fingers demanding to curl up against yours
Arms wish to be with your arms
With my shoulder touching yours.
Heart wants to shout and shout it out loud
The love, the feelings it wants to shout it out loud
It aches when you walk away
And wish you to walk my own same way.
Eyes want to capture every detail of your smile
Frame every expression and record every talk.
If only I could make you stay,
Make you stay and never let go.
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