My Toxic Trait Is Thinking I Can Do THIS Without Fail 🤣

جو تمہیں اپنی بہار نہ سمجھے ،اس کیلئے اپنی زندگی کے پھول مت توڑو

Don't break the flowers of your life for those who don't consider you as their spring

Salman khan in "I love you" song is how i act like in front of my gf

10/10 hello kitty keychainn

Things Desiblr made me realise & do :

That it's actually really cool to be a Desi .

Old Bollywood movies >>>>

Every Desi girl should wear saree and wear bindi and feel like a retro Indian movie star.

Indian history supports queer people , so whenever your aunt is being homophobic , proudly say her , she knows nothing !!!!! If you wanna know more read "Shikhandi " by Devdutt Pattanaik .

What as an Indian man are you doing if you aren't writing poetry?

That nothing can compare to Indian humour .

Indian goddess are the actual baddies .

Haseena's and brown munde's >>>>> rest of population.

Ittar >>> perfume .

Urdu & Persian poetry are top tier .

Kannada devotional writers like Akka Mahadevi are like diamond in the dust .

A gajra >>>french kiss.

Jasmine & lotus are not just flowers .

Pasoori rules the world right now .

Be free like Geet and bounce back like Bulbul .

Madhubala is the embodiment of being gorgeous and cute at the same time .

Rekha is a Siren .

Learning Sanskrit is a rich experience .

Draupadi's vengeance created wars , so can yours .

Kishore Kumar for rain , Lata Mangeshkar for prem .

Alka Yagnik for feeling confident .

Indian rap is richer and sounds more poetic .

96 sanskrit words for love >>>>> the word love .

South Indian movies have the perfect balance of romance and action .

Khanjar is mightier than a sword.

Ye Maharani banke kaha ja rahi hai >>>> you look beautiful honey.

The tension between me and a cute boy at a puja pandal >>>>>>> speed of the earth rotation .

Gold >>>> any other metal

Chandni raat is for romance .

Talk to me in ghazals and geets only !

And many more .......

Writing this made me love being an Indian more !!!!!

If you want add yours , I'd love to read.

If i can change the whole, i fold up the space between me and you

Jo baatein pee gya tha mai

Wo baatein kha gyin mujhko

-Jaun Elia

In other words:

The things you hide in your heart, eats you alive.

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

Heheeee

bollywood really invented love. i have proof.

Har ishq ka ek waqt hota hai, woh hamara waqt nahi tha, par iska yeh matlab nahi ki woh ishq nahi tha

Tumhari yeh hasi, yeh masti, yeh gaaliyan agar bandh ho gayi na toh is duniya ka bahut nuksaan hoga

Joh dil jeette hai woh kabhi haarte nahi

Har din uski zindagi ki dua maang leti hoon aur har din khud thodi marr leti hoon

Tu saath hokar bhi saath nahi hoti ab toh rahat mein bhi rahat nahi hoti

Yadhaash bhi kitni ajeeb cheez hoti hai, kis cheez ko poori zindagi bhoolne ki koshish karo, woh bhoolti nahi kabhi ek choti si cheez yaad karne ki koshish karo, toh yaad nahi aati

Baarishon mein bedhadak tere nachne se, baat baat pe bewajah tere roothne se, choti choti teri bachkani badmashiyon se, mohabbat karoonga main, jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan

Teri aankhon ki namkeen mastiyan, teri hasi ki beparwah gustakhiyan, teri zulfon ki lehrati angdaiyan, nahi bhoolunga main, jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan

Tera haath se haath chodna, tera saayon ka rukh modna, tera palat ke phir na dekhna, nahin maaf karoonga main, jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan

Tere jhoothe kasme vaadon se, tere jalte sulagte khwabon se, teri beraham duaon se, nafrat karoonga main, jab tak hai jaan, jab tak hai jaan

like??? wtf???? i hate love????