Air India Is A Low Cost Airlines Beacuse Of The Low Cost They Put On People Lives

The way i dance in house parties is crazy " sajjna ji vaari vaari bangs"

Love is naan-negotiable

Aapkiii sari wishes poori hoo

Mein to hellooo kitty bf hoon

Tujhse kehna tha bohot kuch,

Lekin kaha nahi gaya.

Itne khat likhey teri yaad mei,

Lekin tujh tak pohchaya nahi gaya.

Ab vo saare khatt,

Mere dil ki almaari mei mehfooz hai.

K kisi na kisi din kahin tu mile,

Toh tujhe sunaenge,

Tere bin kya guzri,

sabb bataenge.

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Kaash tum kuch kehdete,

Izhaar naa sahi koi ishaara kardete.

Mere intezaar ki inteha hogayi,

Baatein adhoori rehgayi.

Kuch nahi toh koi khat likhtey,

Mera haal puchte,

Ya kuch apni sunaate.

Jab dil mei koi baat ho toh kehdena chaiye,

Waqt rehte hi apno ko mana lena chaiye.

The kind of love I desire:

From late night chats to late night walks

From face time to facing each other while dancing irl

From talking about favorite food to cooking for each other

From making hearts on the vc to holding hands

From smiling through text to laughing together.

From dedicating songs to dancing on them

From recommending movies, series, shows, books etc to watching them together

From giving each other nicknames to calling each other by those nickname in front of everyone

From selecting clothes through virtual ways to wearing matching outfits together.

From calls to sitting in silence irl

From just admiring the pictures to seeing you in person till I memories every little detail about you.

From "I miss you" to "Damn we missed our train, let's go and enjoy some more."

From "Thinking about you" to "Today we should go here."

From "Look this reminds me of you" to Creating memories together.

From "I can't wait to meet you" to "Finally we met"

Mumtaz Begum (c. 1900 - ?)

Mistress of: Maharaja Tukojirao III Holkar of Indore. Tenure: c. 1915 - 1925. Royal Bastards: Unclear. Fall From Power: She ran off.

Mumtaz Begum, later known as Kamalabai, was a ‘singing girl’ from Amritsar who as a young girl performed before Maharajah Tukojirao. The great-granddaughter of a former royal courtesan, Mumtaz captivated the Maharajah and she returned a few years later as his mistress. Tukojirao was the ruler of Indore in the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh following his father’s abdication in 1903, though he reigned alongside a regency until he turned 21 in 1911. The Maharaja had two wives already – Chandravati Bai Holkar and Indira Bai Holkar - whom he married in 1895 and 1913, respectively.

After spending over a decade at court, Mumtaz grew tired of her ridged gilded cage and eventually found an opportunity to flee while on a train to meet Tukojirao in Mussoorie; she skipped town in Delhi and disappeared. Upon discovering that she was missing, Mumtaz was immediately charged with stealing state jewelry, which Tukojirao claimed was the reason she left him. Meanwhile, Mumtaz found another lover, a wealthy businessman named Abdul Kadar Bawla, and settled in Mumbai where she was able avoid to the Maharajah – at least temporarily. In January 1925, Mumtaz and Abdul were attacked in Bombay by a group of men who attempted to kidnap Mumtaz and bring her back to Tukojirao. Abdul ended up getting shot, later dying at the hospital, whereas Mumtaz was also injured but was able to escape when British military officers intervened. The murder caused a sensation and took up prime real estate in newspapers, especially when it was found that the assailants all had close ties to the Maharaja. The case ended up at court where the men were found guilty of murder, though many were convinced that Tukojirao was “the ultimate source” and the true mastermind behind the attempted abduction. Mumtaz began to speak out about the poor treatment she received while living as Tukojirao mistress and claimed that all her pregnancies ended with the mysterious death of the child.

More than a year after Abdul’s murder, the British decided to step in and told Tukojirao to either abdicate “voluntarily” or face an investigation. Tukojirao decided on the former, with the understanding that no further inquiry be made into his involvement of Abdul’s murder, and Tukojirao headed to Europe where he met and married his third wife, an American heiress. Mumtaz, meanwhile, watched her tale recreated on the silver screen as a silent film named Kulin Kanta. It is believed she then headed to Hollywood following the film’s success but I can find nothing of her career or life after this time.

Sources Photographs of ”Mumtaz Begum” (left) and ”HH Tukoji Rao Holkar, Maharaja of Indore”. Jhala, Angma Dey. Courtly Indian Women in Late Imperial India (2015). Taylor & Francis. ISBN: 9781317314448 . The Inside Story of Mumtaz Begum. https://archive.macleans.ca/article/1925/8/1/inside-story-of-mumtaz-begum

random desi chaotic academia things I've done:

spent the entire evening reading topics totally unrelated to my studies instead of studying and then panicking about how i hadn't learnt anything for the exam the next day.

wrapped my mother's saree haphazardly around myself and danced to my desi academia playlist at 3am and then collapsed due to the blood rush to my head.

spent an entire night reading my mother's Rabindranath-er Golpogucchho (A Collection of Stories by Rabindranath Tagore) instead of doing my homework due the very next day and ended up not submitting it.

sent random quotes of sylvia plath and f scott fitzgerald to my best friend at 2 in the morning and then talked all night about it.

danced to rabindra sangeet in my room while reciting his poetry

exhausted my 4 months worth of pocket money on books by indian authors and still not finishing even half of them.

stopped on my way back home from tuitions to buy jhumkas from a roadside stall and got yelled at for coming home late.

scattered all my books on the bed because i couldn't find the right book to feed to my emotional state.

added more and more accessories to my already unorganized jewellery box, some of them i wore once and some i have never worn till today.

had an unhealthy obsession with greek, roman and egyptian mythology for years and spent countless nights reading articles on them over a cup of masala chai.

intentionally tried to get my dupatta stuck in a guy's watch to get my very own om shanti om moment.

been overconfident in myself for an exam, spent the whole time reading articles about random topics that i will never require, thought i screwed it over and then topped the entire class.

filled up my notes app with poems at 3 am when i had an exam at 8 the following day.

fell asleep while reading a book on the floor, and woke up alarmingly early the next morning with smudged kajal, puffy eyes and a runny nose.

dried flowers from my backyard in between the pages of old books and used them as bookmarks.

had an unhealthy amount of chai to stay awake but fell asleep on my books halfway through and still passed.

reasons why my bf is the best person to have in your friend group

you mention one (1) time that you're craving some dish and the next day he'll bring a special dabba with it for you

always carries extra hair ties for female friends

has extra money in case someone forgot their lunch

always makes sure you wash your hands or atleast sanitise before you eat

knows first aid

SMOKING HOT

lets you sleep on his shoulder during class or in the bus if you're tired

asks you if you want a hug if he sees you looking sad- best hugs ever

makes sure your notebook is completed by offering his own notes

CHEMISTRY GENIUS!!!!!

will throw hands with anyone who insults you, and will win

tells his mom about your favourite food so she'll make it when you come over

endearing nicknames for everyone that include 'nutella', 'gulab jamun', 'taara', 'sherni' and my personal fav: 'biryani'

mention one of your interests and he'll listen to you infodump for hours. literally. hours. (he listened to me overanalyse tangled for four hours straight, from 2 am to 6 am)

DID I MENTION HOT ASF

gives you small affirmations everyday, like 'i love your hair today behen', 'aree wah those biceps looking great today bro'

asks you about your favourite flowers if he's known you long enough and surprises you with them when you're sad

BRINGS CHOCOLATES AND YOUR FAVOURITE MOVIE KI CD DURING PERIODS!!!!!!!

ALSO HE'S AN AMAZING KISSER

‏درد آپکی شخصیت کی جزویات کو کرید کر شکل و صورت عطا کرتا ہے۔ جو درد نہیں سہہ سکتا وہ کچھ بھی نہیں بن سکتا

Pain shapes and shapes parts of your personality. One who cannot endure pain cannot become anything

just wanna cuddle and watch movies/tv with someone :(