Blog Stalking Ayushmann!!!! -interview with Ayushmann Khurrana

Ayushmann Khurrana.Didn't his smile just make your day?



I wonder how this happened.But it finally did,on a beautiful Sunday when he agreed for this feature about him for my readers who love him.I wanted to start off 'Blog Stalking' with a celebrity I personally believe in,a star who has it all,and certainly someone who you can relate to as a person who is your face,and also one who occupies a space in your dream of a perfect man,if there is a concept like that.Ayushmann Khurrana's journey so far has been exceptional.From being a VJ,to the actor,singer,and also the writer in him that I so totally adore.There's so much that I wanted to explore,and know from this humble ,honest heart throb,that it was hard to choose the right set of questions that would cover it all,but I wanted it to be few,to avoid wasting his time,and yet be raw and relevant.





 

Let's talk of a person who believes beyond the superficial,and enjoys life like any other  man,even in the shoes of India's most desirable men.

 

My Blog interview with Ayushmann Khurrana

 

 

 1) That something that makes your heart skip a beat?

 

 

 Any piece of genuine art. Be it painting, music or a film. I think a person's artistic expression makes my heart skip a beat.

 

 

    2)

Most romantic moment?

     Inside a cottage in the jungles at the tri junction of Kerala, Tamil Nadu, and Karnataka with candles. Year 2011 with Tahira.

 

3)

Love the lover boy image, or would like an image makeover?

      I will always be a lover boy. I'm a sucker for love.

 

 

4)

Most beautiful woman, is ? (in 5 words)

     The one who's beautiful and doesn't know about it.

 

5)

The actor who sings, and writes as well. Acquired talent, or a natural at it?

      A bit of both. Evolution is the only constant, and I want to evolve everyday.





That adorable munchkin who can EMOTE

6)

How important are looks to attract you?

    

Only for the initial attention. Later, it's you within.

7)

Success. Expected ?

 

 

     

Success is important, but contentment is more important, as success is relative. Happiness is the apt barometer of success. Ambition is redundant, you just have to be good at what you do.

8)

You’re a very passionate writer. Book anytime?

 

     

Would love to write a book if my life story permits and draws a legendary course, but before that would love to write a script.

9)

Favourite romantic destination?

 

 

        A person makes a place romantic, though weather also plays a key role.

        I'm happy with the cool breeze on the terrace in pyjamas.

        This setting can be achieved in any place of the world.

10)

 

According to you, an actor like no other?

Amitabh Bachchan is the only actor of Indian cinema who has consistently evolved with time. His contemporaries have already hung their boots. He's the Sachin Tendulkar of Indian cinema.



It was a sweet nervous sorta breakdown as I tried to juggle between words and thoughts,  to be upfront and personal,and a wee bit tension about how to frame it right and not sound cheesy and silly.I hope my effort made you smile.That was the simple thought.

 

Ayushmann,thank you so much for beind so humble and sweet.Happy high like a school girl to talk about you,and would really wish that you go out there,and write that book soon.As you take that cake walk as an actor,singer,and writer,with all the effort,passion and dedication.My blog readers and I wish you the very best.

 

We love you! and thanks for keeping us entertained and loving us back :)

Wayyy..To..Goo.. Boy! :)
 

Yours'

(Kaav Querido)

Kaveri

 

Love over coffee

(image courtesy: cardboard love.com)

Thanks Mama for the super cuppa coffee,and Acha for the chocolates :)
Led to this...my labour of love,a little story..

Love,
Kaveri

She sat at the table,in her favourite corner.Connected her laptop and resumed her regular work.She had to finish those chapters on love and lust, she had to write about how the lady would react when her man would kiss her from behind.Each time her character would be at war with her to complete the sentence,to dance in the romance of the momentary pleasures of love,but her mind would deny such a predictable muse,until she finally minimizes the screen an.She'd then sit and worry about not finishing her work on time,for her regular cheese loving group of readers.Her mind would wander and her eyes would look places until it falls on the cup of capuccino.She'd turn off her laptop ,and take a few sips from her cup.Her favourite choco cookies would keep her company until she finally gets into the mood of writing again.

Life has not been the same for Aanya ever since she loved and lost in loveBut she firmly believed that you don't lose what you don't own.Possession isn't love.Writing e-books on romance,love and lust brought her money for her skills,but not the inner peace that money could never buy.She wore the best of clothes,roamed around with fun social groups,tied up with big publishing houses,and was the modern woman,with absolutely no complaints and issues.

Her inner demons would try to coax her into weakness, bribe her into self pity and stop her from thinking the thoughts of the lovers who'd wait for her short stories.But her soul would step aside as a nascent lover,and sit beside her writer's draft and narrate incidents of pure,passionate,lustful love ,like a person who just experienced it all on her own.

Aanya did not know whether there was a story,whether he was the prince,who was supposed to kiss her good morning,kiss her all day,and kiss her good night,until its morning again.Her warm shell of imagination never let her feel what's cold,she did not know when he was upset,did not know when there was distance,but she did see what didn't exist,loved the person who was a shadow to her imagination of perfection.

Like the aroma of coffee,his shadow stayed,his smell lingered.She wished to be in his arms, to complete her picture perfect frame of a love story,but his denial was clear, she never even tried.Because she knew that she wanted the aroma to linger,so that she would remember him over each sip of coffee.

Aaanya wrote best sellers,nothing of which had anything to do with what it takes to write from the heart.Her lovable ,flirtatious ,fictious characters and their stories were sold like hot cakes,but when someone'd tell her "I read your book,I loved Anvita's character,wish i could be like her" ,she would feel like a patient suffering from Amnesia trying to recollect,who was Anvita,and what made her so lovable.

She continued writing, and finally she wrote her heart out on a little notepad,unlike her laptop ficiton."I don't remember the last incident in my novel that got over a 1000 likes on facebook,i don't understand my book quotes that they share,i still don't relate to the characters others love.I just know,your smell lingers like the aroma of coffee,and I'll keep writing"