Star-crossed Lovers…

“My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me

That I must love a loathed enemy.”

Romeo And Juliet Act 1, scene 5, 134–141

(Excerpt from an idea in the making!!!)

…How do you know on a Monday morning when you get up and sleepily head to the bathroom that today is the day when you will meet your destiny? It’s simple. You don’t! You go about your morning unknowingly, with the exact same unconscious, automatic movements that you have made on uncountable other mornings as well. You brush your teeth the exact same way. You comb your hair, make coffee, and run after the bus just as you always have, oblivious to the fact that in 48 minutes and 32 seconds life as you’ve known it will cease to exist. You are still blissfully unaware that in 48 minutes and now only 25 seconds your life will never be the same again, because you will meet HIM…

By Fruzsina Benyei-Anirudhan



by Fruzsina Benyei-Anirudhan


With black pen

I write red thoughts

In a gray notebook.

I wave blue dreams in a cruel

Dark brown world.

I’ve long lost my rose-colored glasses.

Have always seen people’s true

Color spectrum.

In the chosen one’s

Milk white fog, I am

Doomed to eternal solitude by

The purple sages. Only my

Bourbon thoughts, loyal

Green friends, and pale

Beige hope sustain me in my

Orange life.

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Fire on Ice / Ice on Fire…

Haunting Beauty of Chicago’s Freezing Fire

On the night of January 22nd 2013, a huge vacant warehouse on Chicago’s South Side went up in flames. Fire department officials said it was the biggest blaze the department has had to battle in years and one-third of all Chicago firefighters were on the scene at one point or another trying to put out the flames. Complicating the scene was the weather – temperatures were well below freezing and the spray from the fire hoses encased everything below in ice, including buildings, vehicles, and some firefighting gear. The warehouse was gutted, but the fire was contained. The following hauntingly beautiful images show that nature is the best artist.The empty warehouse, surrounding tools, machinery, and vehicles enshrouded in a thick layer of artfully sculpted ice all look like scenes from a fairy tale that only exists on the pages of a book or our imagination. Chicago-Warehouse-Fire-Icey-1 I ce on fire Ice on fire 2 Ice on fire 3 JohnGressReuters2-640x436 tumblr_mh5e0nr6dG1r6q94do4_500 800_ufvbvxbuja8b71mrasqi6afgmohu09pk 1682379-inline-slide-2-chicago-ice-fire Burning-Warehouse-Icey-Chicago-4 Burning-Warehouse-Icey-Chicago-6-Olson-Getty-Images c08_RTR3CUQY c12_RTR3CUQE c14_RTR3CUMT

Feel Good Monday

Today is Feel Good Monday!!! 🙂
Don’t we all have days when we are so filled with joy, excitement, love, or pure and unadulterated happiness that we do not even care if we get drenched in the pouring rain??? Don’t we all hope we had more days like that???? So here it is to everyone who wants to get drenched in the pouring rain, because it is nothing more than a light drizzle. 🙂

Get out there and seek experiences and memories that make you want to sing in the rain!!!!!

When my husband and I first watched “My Friend Pinto” (which movie is without doubt not the best that Bollywood has to offer, although it has its moments…), we were transported right back to the exhilarating feeling described in connection with the first part of this post described about Gene Kelly – Singing in the Rain.
Take it easy, let go of bad things! If you distance yourself a bit, the rain and storm does not look that bad any longer!

Like this if you feel good today and share it to spread Feel Good Monday!!!

The Savages

by Fruzsina Bényei-Anirudhan


I did it again,

I have become their  bloody prey.

I’m slowly getting used to how the



Chase, and

Overbear me.


My pleading eyes stare at the distant nothingness.

I have become their struggling snack.

A being easily replaceable, who the

Firece savages


Drag and throw away.


Sharp teeth dig deep in,

My still throbbing body.

I am already unconscious, the

Frenzied predators

Toy with me

Pin me down, and

Tear me into a thousand pieces.


I am dying an agonizingly slow death, leaving a bitter

Taste in their mouth.

I’m still alive, but soon will be gone.

With a wide malicious grin, the barbarous

Savages feed on me.

Munching approvingly.


Bending over a me a red-brown

Pair of eyes. With the most tender look that

Calms me down. But it is still him who finishes that the

Other savages

Have begun.

His eternal kiss of death takes

My meaningless life.

Ryohei Hase - The Chase

Tokyo based artist Ryohei Hase latest creation comes in the form of an album cover, for the Japanese band L’Arc-en-Ciel. Hase created an intricate and finely detailed illustration to represent the hit song on the album titled Chase, where he shows a half-man-half-wolf desperately embracing an ethereal woman. Hase is a multidisciplinary artist, his work has been featured globally in magazines, websites, advertisements, CD covers, and video games.

Locks of Love

These Locks of Love were fixed on the railing of one of the many bridges over the hundreds of canals in Venice near the Rialto Bridge. These padlocks are fixed by couples in love, on to a fence or a pole or metallic chain/string at a usually romantic and popular public place, to symbolize their eternal love. A couple would hang a padlock after inscribing their name or initials on it and throw the key away so that their love is locked forever. Some couple use two inter-twined locks, each lock bearing their name/initials. Besides lovers, often family members and close friends also put such locks at these places, to lock their relationship forever. The tradition probably originated from China where the love locks can be seen at several locations alongside the Great Wall of China and also in many temples and on the steps/paths leading to sacred peaks. Locks of love… Connected to each other for all eternity…

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Haunting Beauty of Abandoned Buildings

Matthias Haker’s ‘Decay’ series chooses to focus on the rare beauty of decrepit spaces. The German born photographer is a media computer science student who began taking pictures in 2008. He has since developed an expansive portfolio with images of landscapes, weddings, people, urban activity and architecture.


Peeling, rusted ceilings and chipped floors laden with sawdust prove to be quite alluring. The abandoned scenes were once occupied by families, health practices and students, evidenced by the moldy cribs and dental chairs.


While the rooms have long since been used, they have still managed to retain their charm. The Decay project proves that there is relevancy in even the most neglected of buildings, seen here in the magnificent colors, winding staircases, record players and collectible vintage furniture.


While these dilapidated spaces bring on a sense of melancholy in the viewer, Haker’s pictures have also brought out their haunting beauty—despite the peeling paint and debris-strewn floors, the former grandeur of these buildings remains very evident.


Many of these abandoned sites feature magnificent details like beautifully painted walls, ornate stairways and embellished domed ceilings—it makes one wonder why they were forsaken in the first place.

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I Am Amélie Poulain…

Well maybe not all the way and not in each and every aspect, but we definitely have a shared liking of little things and a resemblance in being able to notice these little things.87116574012324026_US1goaK7_b

“I like to look for things no one else catches.” Amélie Poulain

Amélie, the movie, is a celebration of details and small pleasures. They are sprinkled throughout the narrative like potent seasoning. They make up the common thread that weaves the story’s characters together in a single tapestry. Upon first encountering a character they are defined by the narrator in terms of their likes and dislikes, which is followed by a captivating, unpredictable list. The kind that makes you the target of a random smile in search of a face, directed at some ineffable delight. A list that is brief, particular and wonderfully distinctive. Do you remember too???



“On the other hand, she enjoys all sorts of little pleasures, putting her hand in a bag of seeds, piercing the crust of crème brûlée with the tip of a spoon, and plays ducks and drakes on the Saint-Martin-Canal.

Amelie - Audrey Tautou As Amelie Poulain Innocent N Naive Girl


Sometimes, Amélie goes to the movies. ‘I like to turn around in the dark to see the faces of the people around. And I also like to spot the little detail nobody will ever see. But I hate the way drivers never look at the road in old American movies.”

The world of little things can pull you into its orbit as easily as a dust buster would a speck of dust. It’s likely to reprogram you to read far more into things than you thought yourself capable of, by surrendering the reins of life to imagination. As John Guare wrote in Six Degrees of Separation, “I believe the imagination is the passport that we create to help take us into the real world. I believe that imagination is merely another phrase for what is most uniquely us. “

This got me thinking about those odd little things that I like and dislike. I did not want to focus on general annoyances and irritations (of which I have a lot), but instead wanted to figure out some particularly unique things that get to me in either a positive or a negative way. So here it goes Amélie Poulain style:

“Fruzsina is a hopeful writer, a tamer of cats, and an acrobat of endless ideas, who dreams her way through life with eyes open wide.  She vehemently dislikes price stickers that are not easy to remove, when people lean against a subway car pole as if it were private property, and to see strands of hair on or hanging from people’s clothes. She likes to dig her toes into warm beach sand and when a few notes in a song give you goose bumps that make all hairs stand on your arms. She likes to imagine a soundtrack playing while he walks down the street and noticing spelling mistakes in all possible form of print that has slipped through the scrutinizing gaze of copy editors and proofreaders.”

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Budapest Time Lapse

I come from the breathtakingly beautiful capital of a country full of potential, natural and built splendor. Budapest is the city that is deeply embedded in my chromosomes and imprinted on my soul for all eternity.

This time lapse by Peter Dancso clearly shows that my problem with Hungary in general has never been and will never be of geographic or topographic origin, but rather the unfortunate coexistence of certain circumstances in this otherwise spectacular country…

Storm Song

“I’ll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home…”

Have you ever longed for someone to the extent that you would have done everything and anything in your power to be near them? When losing that person causes palpable physical pain, your stomach twists in a dense knot and it becomes hard to breathe… When a dark and cold void expands and deepens in your heart and soul, slowly taking over all that’s left of them… When you would sacrifice an arm and a leg just to hear their voice again… When you would willingly surrender years from your life to feel the warmth of their breath on your skin once more… When you would sacrifice all that’s sacred and cherished to be touched by them again even if only for a few moments… When you would turn air into a raging storm, water into a wild torrent, and fire into a blazing sea of flames if that would bring them back.

I would send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home…

(Excerpt from an idea of mine in the making!!! 🙂 )

This is Phildel’s new song and video titled “Storm Song” that inspired the short excerpt above. She is an amazing young artist whose deep appreciation for sound stems from an understanding of silence. During her childhood in which music was forbidden by her religious stepfather, she came to know silence well. Despite her furious love for music, for ten years she was left to imagine the sounds she would fill the silence with if she could.

Following her departure from the household, her creativity erupted into an all-encompassing force. Composing day and night, Phildel created the epic, haunting and innovative music she had dreamt of.

Her music is a journey into the landscape of her imagination, at times beautifully enchanting, at others, raw and horrific. Complimented on her ‘sonic soundscapes’ by Trevor Horn, she has won supporters around the world, her music being used by fashions designers, film directors, theatre producers and media campaigns. Her debut album “The Disappearance of the Girl” is set for UK release in January 2013.