The Storage Room

Sitting in that very room that defines my understanding of loneliness in life as much as it describes the birth of the untamed dreamer in me, it's like an emotional ride of being myself. I was probably in eighth or night standard, on the thresh hold of my puberty, both sexual as well as emotional,  and we had moved on the new furnished first floor residence from the second floor where we were initially living for many years. It was then when I started finding my recluse hours here. No one questioned me, I never questioned myself. It was like my dug out from the outside world. I try to think, think real deep, why I first thought of this room as my saving grace but I never get it. It was just that this was available, empty and I just wanted an escape from everyone around me. There have been umpteenth times when I have wished had there been someone to sit with me and talk to me about being the recluse, but it never happened and this past has only been stuffed into a similar figurative room that has piled up to a clustered storage room.

I remember coming in my room of comfort and escape just after having my lunch on returning home from school. It had the old bed (which is now sold), the old study table (which is still here), the old Almira of my mother (which still finds a space here) and me. The empty walls were being used to design crazy simple stuffs I like, from stars and balloons to (in huge scribble) VIVA!. It was 2002, about 12 years ago!!

My school days were routine - come back from school by 2:15 in afternoon, eat lunch, change, move upstairs, stay here, go down in evening for milk, return upstairs, stay here, go back down again for dinner and sleep. This started changing to taking my school bag upstairs and doing home work here and then studying for tests in the room, then bringing that rickety old transistor to the new audio-cassette-CD-radio player to upstairs and dancing like a lost but free soul in the confines of this hollow rectangular room. I even shagged for the first time here; not to mention the mute cries I screamed my heart out. The number of times I dream designed and redesigned this room's architecture is unparalleled.

It's been 12 years since. I may have moved out, but the stuffs still lay piled and even many new memories and unsaid thoughts that never let me go and grew from the sapling sown in this room. And the dreams that once made me live through my loneliness have now started to tie, bog me down so hard that its difficult to watch my favorite television shows, movies and music videos.

I don't remember when I last went through a normal TV viewing time at home, alone or with someone from the family, when while watching it I did not rush back in my mind to my dreams and how perfect they were, compared to the imperfect life being flashed in front of me. A work colleague had remarked in jest to me that how nothing is good for me when I was talking about Finding Fanny movie. Now the film is not perfect, per-say, but how a rank stranger who has little idea about my personal life is able to catch my trait so minutely does makes me cringe.

I do not say I want to be mysterious, someone no one can decipher. That is long over in the past and I have moved on to just wishing being simple, living simple. But I surely does not want to be a cynic. Being simple, now it feels, is easy. I really don't know if it was initially difficult as I am not able to jog those old thoughts right now. But how do I not be a cynic without losing the sight to see how things can really be perfect? I am finding it difficult; even more as I write it down that I seem to have turned towards pseudo perfection, a word I feel I am the first in the world to coin and not a good thing about it.

This pseudo perfection is crippling me even more rampantly ever since I got promoted to the post of a trainee employee in my first job in my dream career of journalism. It makes me sniff smile as much as it amuses me my level of thinking. From no more pocket-money (the stipend I was getting as a paid intern was like a pocket monthly allowance only) to having to withdraw money from my salary in my saving's account in the bank to thinking about savings for the future and maintaining proper documents for the income tax returns, life seems to have turned around so much in just one promotion that it is is unbelievable. Sweet but something even I never thought is possible to feel. Two months over as an employee and the change has yet to settle in for my every week-off has been fucked up in thoughts surrounding it and no one to share it. Thereby all these fears are piling up in that old storage room.

However, a first among many firsts is how I would like this road to my life journey be. I have to stop piling secrets, especially with most being completely unwarranted. Every new moment I will live will be a virgin and it can be be fucked up or made love to - all by my own actions. For past is a journey we travel to live in present all the way to a future that lies in out own actions. How many times I have moved randomly thinking about this day and now a little bump in acceptance is making to regret the dream. This is so not done. The storage room is to be cleared and by my own actions.

 

I'm gonna give all my secrets away...

Khoon Chala...

Few days ago, over a casual desk conversation, a friend in my department at work remarked what his father told him about success and failure. He said that failure is not having to succeed in delivering the required effort." The sentence may be very simple and straight forward but so was my remark. After acknowledging the truth in the sentence, I added that the definition of failure is different for different people. What may be failure for one, just might be a learning experience for the other.

I have always, as far as I can recall, tried, if not fully-confident, stuck with "every so-called failure is an experience to improve and succeed" statement. It have never been easy. To be brutally honest, a part of me dies with every failure. I try to 'rise from the ashes' and get back to a new beginning but it has never been easy. Its heartbreaking and there have been so many painful heartbreaks that I have lost the ability to cry over it now.

I try to begin anew, looking to find omens for that new beginning time period. It is sometimes reminiscent of an old history, or with an aim to achieve a particular number of days a goal or just about anything amusing I can film so that I can "equate" that new beginning as "written in destiny". But despite hundreds of such "omens", every failure (read, FAILURE) is killing for exactly one reason - TIME LOST, HISTORY RECORDED and TOO MANY INSANELY AMBITIOUS GOALS STILL HANGING IN PERPETUAL SUICIDAL UNCERTAINTY.

I do know that I am so not the only one facing this dilemma but then again my ambitions are also just that - MY! So I have no right to compare myself with anyone else; lest I am okay with the current state of life that success fails to entice me. That is so never going to be.

So from this very moment - will I rise to the success?? will I make omens instead of trying to find ones?? will I absolutely stop to sound whinny in my thoughts and I writing??

Its all in my mind. Why must I even get myself to be struck at cross-roads of failure and success when there has absolutely not a single moment in my ambitious life I can remember when I did not know I will get struck at such crossroad if I move ahead with A particular thing!!!

This memoir, this rambling of whining thoughts just has to end here. Sit up, accept the face of truth and start making omens. Stop thinking who I want to be, start believing what I want to do. The destination is just future but its the journey that is present.

कुछ कर गुज़रने को खून चला, खून चला..
आंखों के शीशे मे उतरने को खून चला..

बदन से तपक कर.. ज़मीन से लिपट कर..
गलिओं से रास्तों से उभरकर.. उमड़कर..
नये रंग भरने को खून चला, खून चला..

खुली सी चोट लेकर.. बड़ी सी टीस लेकर..
आहिस्ता.. आहिस्ता..

सवालों की उंगली.. जवाबों की मुठ्ठी..
संग लेकर.. खून चला..

Listening Chinese Whispers

My childhood is full of games, outdoor yet bored games, that I used to play with the neighborhood kids - no matter our age difference. It was not about the gender pressure, nor about any competitive status quo of group type. All of us from a group of adjacent houses; we were all in it together. These childhood memories include hop-scotch (aka stapoo), piththoo, maaram-pitti (aka ball-the-opponent), gilli-danda, chhupan-chhupai (aka hide and seek), nariyal pani, ghar-ghar (aka house), vish-amrit and many more.

One such game, whiich was mostly played when we tired to run, just wanted to sit yet laugh together was Chinese Whisperer, or as we called it growing up - KAANA PHOOSI.

It was one game where we deliberately made up sentences to confuse the other, one that would even more confuse the last-in-line participant. The more the confusion, the crazier we would all laugh and laugh inhibited. However, the main rule of the game was - words once spoken, won't be repeated again, even if its to correct oneself.

Life is like being in a 'chinese whisper moment' when travelling in Delhi Metro. And I travel in it very frequently. So I, or for that matter everyone, especially those traveling by themselves, are always participant to our childhood game every moment in Delhi Metro. Some whispers amuse you, some keep you smiling all along and yet few times it does irritate or even disgust you.

Like just now (as I write this memoir), this guy (probably in his college and definitely straight) standing next to me with his friends just randomly sang a line from a song to himself - a song which for me is my song for my latest crush.

"zindgi de dite tenu saare hakk ve.."

And he has repeated it once, apart from singing few more lines, again during the metro ride. Both these moments will definitely keep me smiling to my heart's content. *bliss* :)

However, these unsolicited chinese whisper in metro unknowingly also helps one grow and mature.

As an individual, I have been the most wreck when it comes to my physical being. Not that anyone challenged me on same course, just that I have too many dreams and goals to threaten me. Yet, I am no quitter. I maybe emulating tortoise walk but I am walking good.

This post holds its sapling from this conversation between a girl and a guy I 'overheard' in metro on way to office. Both, dressed sharply in white shirt and black trousers, seemed like first year students of MBA, who just started their post-grad classes and, as my imagination psyched, they seemed on returning back from one of the many MBA colleges in Rohini. Oh and yes, both were very good looking - the girl had this neat and long hair, perfectly tied over her head and then let lose behind and the guy, very attractive body, not cut but definitely healthy and toned, and face and very simple yet sexy hair, wavy up the front, a style I would have loved to have my hands feel. Very MnB, not dark but everything and both the guy and girl together surely looked a picture couple. (Oh, I am being so sane. :p )

Despite their features, which as I stated in the beginning how much appearance mattered to me, it was their conversation that took me to deep thinking. They were talking about making friends in class - for the guy!

For the vane me, I would have blindly thought of the guy to have made good friends easily, but he was talking about not finding 'the' guy classmate with whom he can bond as friend. The girl suggested a guy, whom she had interacted few times and he replied back with a dishearten sigh as if he was questioning his own 'friendship' capabilities.

Being a chinese whisperer aide to the two's conversation really held my mind. As to how much of my run for vanity justified and whether my social need for friendship really needs matching the high standard of physical looks.

In school, the looks part never did matter. In fact in college, where I liked shopping for clothes and bags and footwear, I did it all because I my heart liked it. If I have to strongly analyse my first run towards vanity, it was when I joined PG course in Media, because it was all about camera, and looks and achieving that perfect frame. In a sense, I was of the same (visualised) age as the two I was over hearing. Hmm..

But as I think about it now, it was the very same time, i.e. joining Media industry, when I became all-on-my-own. No family support, except financially which again I only took to the extent as I was dependent. I sacrificed every shopping need, every flamboyance and maybe my fun personality.

Was I right in going the path I went. I did struggle a lot, mostly emotionally and psychologically and everything I really never wanted and would have hoped for a edit in past.

Yet I can never let go that it is my this struggle that has shaped what I am right now. I don't really like all things from my past but I must never regret it. Friendship is very important, in every relationship, and I am sure my being a chinese whisperer aide ain't that bad, even if it was the twos look that caught my attention.

I did grew mature from my habit to being a non-welcome participant in kaana-phoosi, a childhood game which become even more dearer now. Who would have though my sneaky nasty habit would mature me someday. :p O:)

Dream it, Ink it

“Learn to recognise the omens, and follow them”

- THE ALCHEMIST

There is nothing that can drive one crazy, as it is our Dreams. The sometimes seemingly-reality, mostly an inner quest is what actually drives one to live. Call it being selfish but every step of ours is taken with a dream to achieve its completion. No matter how small or inconsequential for the people around us, it is only us who know how much every single of the psychological reality kills one to see it a reality. For someone like me, who has a proven track record of remembering most of his dreams, if not all, they do form a very vital part of my life.

However, without over-thinking (which I am much known and cautioned about) I also want to add that there are few things about life which I always find amusing. One of it is thinking about something, something not the usual run of the mill, and then having the real life almost responding to back to me reminding of that recent old thought.

I had spent a good part of my last late night browsing on my laptop checking many a tattoos  to get ideas of a few that I am determined to ink on my healthy body which I am planning to build up physically, mentally and psychologically by my 26th Birthday this August. Saved a few pics, that aroused me in different manners, for a future reference too. However I woke up without any after thoughts about same. I slept late till 2 in the afternoon, being an off day from work and most owing to me shutting my eyes only after 6-7ish in morning. By the time I took my place for my lunch, after a super late breakfast, I had switched on the television flipping straight to a movie channel. HBO was about to begin airing I AM NUMBER FOUR and since I have seen it to much enjoyment before, I decided to check out once again.

Sticking with the film was a very normal decision, though much to my surprise the film got me to see science fiction ink ideas, with the main protagonist FOUR getting inked with the death marks indicating the end of the previous three before him. There was nothing about a "TATTOO" in it, but the mark which was later seen in few other scenes were really enthusing for the adventurous me.

Should I be taking it as a sign that I must not hesitate over the society. To be brutally honest I know it will make me more confident of myself and there is nothing wrong in it. More so because I am not just getting it straight away. I have a goal to achieve, a deadline to adhere and all for a healthy cause.

I have to stop finding new auspicious beginnings, its only one life that I am living and it was started way before. Now is the present and that is the place to be auspicious with my words and actions. The Tattoo is not the goal but it surely underlines a lot of aspirations and that outlook for life which reads that live is both a virtuous and vicious circle. What I will sow will be the only determining factor of what I will reap. And a reality for Inked dreams means I must seep a positive me right here, right now. Only I can make my life either a virtuous cycle or a vicious failure.

As Professor Dumbledore said it very rightly, “It is not our abilities that make us who we are...it is our choices!”

My June De'Jour

"The simpler you say it, the more eloquent it is."

New beginnings are always a moment to savour. They can be any time what with famous saying, "Jab jaago, tabhi savera." However in the life and times of M/s Bhavdeep Singh Chadha alias BSC, these moments grab a special mention with the clichéd calender dates.

June has already dawned upon me as I write this little musings; with a beacon of hope that that this will just not be a run of the miss, okay-so-what-I-bruised-again-I-will-collect-pieces-together-and-start-anew day. Too many flips are seen, experienced and shagged off. I really don't know what I want from other people, from the future specials and I must stop thinking about it and just experience life as it comes through. I can just be happy with myself, smiling and effervescent, the metaphorical child in me always up for game and yet understandably in conscious control.

No more 50 shades fucked up, as I make way to complete the novel it is completing me. Whether I like it or not, bits and parts in any direction, it sure is making me move ahead.

Health and mind is what will keep me sane. I sure don't promise any future that is not just me and life is so just not going to ever be just me. Building blocks by block from every day, sharing all my fears and concerns (must stop calling it 'negativity') in the Blog. Indeed it will be a while, hopefully blissfully soon, when I don't have to beat any bush and write each and every thought in the simplest syllable that can be." For I just recently came across the header quote which is must for me to begin loving to write and write quality.

I love my work, I will keep on working to improve, sincerely and diligently. Not stagnation, only broaden my work approach. Show the calmness of my mind and thoughts in my health. For,

"Success beings with a fellow's will. It's all in a state of mind. Life's battles don't always go to the stronger or faster man. But sooner or later the man who wins is the one who thinks he can"

As for True Love,

Hey I just met you... And this is crazy...

But here's my number... So call me maybe...

Zaroorat - A Karma ??

We tend to flip-flop multiple lives of our past and our future aspirations in our present, but the present only stays as one and before we recognise how it is going, it keeps slipping every second of our life.

I would not call anything "sacrifice" for my life as for everything I did let go, there was a very concious decision. At least that's how I would always like to see. Growing up, accepting myself, learning to love who I am and carving a better me from the broken pieces, I am who I turned to become - consciously or subconsciously - however it may be "prudent" to put the facts straight. Nevertheless it feels losing a part of you of what could have been a multi-tasking and better time-managed and a more sensible you. Alas, life is not Perfect. Not that I complain or am here to scribe my frustration. I just want to pen the thoughts in my head, and let my mind be free.

I just re-watched this episode of the beloved F.R.I.E.N.D.S series. Series 6, Episode 6, The One with the Last Night. Towards the end, Monica hugs Rachel with an emotional Goodbye as the latter moves out of their apartment owing to Monica and Chandler deciding to live-in. Monica closes the door with a reminiscence and walks straight into Rachael's room where she later tells Chandler, "She really left". As an audience I have always felt emotional in moments like this. But today was more.

It's all about change - about letting it go. Yes, change is inevitable. It is the only constant, as I even wrote in my last blog. But this time it was like a metaphor to my life - of letting past go but not let present slip away. I have been so feeling wretched and scared in my life that I purposely shut out many people from my lives. I guess I was nothing but scared, with my life staying there and everyone moving ahead in life. I was ambitious, I still I am, but I really needed nothing but just work to concentrate in life. I don't know how the time went by - professionally I can recall it but personally I so not.

I first really realised this when I got paid on 7th March 2014. From joining my career in Journalism on 13th May 2013 with News 24 Assignment Desk, I did nothing to enhance my personal life. But I did not really miss as my career was my soul priority. But after getting paid, I realised I did not really have anyone to tell - or hug - or even enjoy with. My family was happy, but am a distant child to my own blood-parents. They still don't know me and it's not their fault as I am still exploring myself, accepting a part every moment perhaps to complete me and make me a whole again.

The show's episode brought back my empty solitary nights as does the first few lines of the song, "Zaroorat"

यह दिल तनहा कयूं रहे

कयूं हम टुकड़ों मे जिये

कयूं रूह मेरी यह सहे

मैं अधूरा जी रहा हूं

हर दम यह कह रहा हूं

मुझे तेरी ज़रूरत है.. मूझे तेरी ज़रूरत है..

It's a song I just heard a day back but it's like it speaks to me. Not the entire song because then I have to be really wretched or wrecked (*thank-GOD-smiley-face*) 

If I have to be honest - Yes, I want to be in a relationship. To be loved with that hug that makes all exertion and worries wane away in a flash. To have someone to hold on to when I want to break away from even myself. To be with  But deep down inside I know am still working out with the relationship I am in with myself. It's at the end stage of full acceptance, with all the follies that I will eventually work well without any compromise to regret. It's scary every moment but it's adventurous thinking upon the journey I have been through. I don't know which alloy I will finally take shape after all this gruelling, but I know whatever it be - it will be my very own self.

I may feel having a fucked up life but I wish to have a seamless fucking laugh when I get with you. Faith and that Belief in Life, is what I am always on. My Karma is the closest I will be to my soul; Zaroorat is for the mirror of life cleaning. Till then, I gotta get going. I gotta keep moving.

Movie or Life - Brokeback Got Me Good!

There are times when you really want to do something but are scared that you will break doing it, even if you are meant to break. It's like the change that is meant to be for you survival or you will suffocate but you still don't want to change.

Change - the only constant. how weird is the life we live in; the only life we get to live. However when the time comes and you finally take the plunge, it feels good. Good that the emotions you were scared to feel are now a reality and you know what it feels. Belief becomes reality and what can be better than reality - because no matter how harsh is the reality, it is yours to live and make a better future out of it.

Just watched Ang Lee's 2005 Oscar Winning 'Brokeback Mountain' - this film I always wanted to for the past 9 years, since school days, but was really scared. Scared of seeing a glimpse of my imagined wretched future, scared of seeing what I may turn into in my quest for love beyond the physical aspect... scared of myself doing the same knowing how my actions will turn into... scared of being myself I did not and could not understand.

I don't think I can write a review for it but only review my inner war. I am not any of the character, yet I feel I have lived their life. It's weird because how can I live the life of the wives of Ennis and Jack; or for that matter Ennis's 19 year old daughter (as we see her last) or of Jack's parents. But I know I lived their life in my head every single moment of my growing up till date, thinking about the effect of my decisions on the people I love - my family and my friends.

I don't know how I would have been otherwise had past was different, I don't know the 'germ' that moment was first sown.. so I ain't Charles Xavier from Marvel's 'X-Men: Days of the Future Past'. I feel like Alexander Hartdegen from C.W.Lewis's 'The Time Machine' who realised no matter how many time he try to change the past, he will only end up seeing himself hit by his present in one hundred different ways than what 101th which has already happened.

Strangely though, both Charles and Alexander were Professors. *now-smiling*

But now as I finished watching the film, I feel I am a changed man. I know my priorities in life. I know myself. Yes I am very scared, as coming from a very long time of personal struggle, I am reaching the end of my battle with my true self and what the world expects for me to be accepted. But didn't I knew that the ending is always the most trying, just like beginning a journey. I knew that, from Gurbani and from many good books, articles and life experiences I was luckily destined to have my comprehension from. I can not give up now.

As Mitchell reminds Jay in 'Modern Family',

"I don't get it, but if that's who you are, don't you dare be ashamed of it."

Oscar 2014: Who's Bet is it Anyway?

Hollywood gets set to roll out its most prestigious red carpet for cinema’s top prize at the world famous Dolby Theatre at Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, California – The Oscars. A celebration like no other, a prestigious reward unlike any other, the Academy Awards command their respect not just for an 86th edition of tradition to honour the best in world cinema (arguments over American centric bias aside) but primarily because of the doors even a nomination opens for a film to be seen by global distributors and released in world film market and save many a small gems from being lost in obscure gullies. And for an individual, even a nomination gets him/ her a title of “Oscar Nominated” for eternity.

However, it’s the prediction that really makes the cut among the cinema connoisseurs. Art may be subjective to taste but the Academy has always allowed certain precursors to help predict the winner and, let some make hay over a happy quick buck. So let’s get to the nitty-gritty’s of the 2014 edition and try reading the minds of Academy's more than 6000 voting members.

BEST FILM:

Ten films in the fray but it’s a straight fight between Alfonso Cuarón’s Gravity and Steve McQueen's 12 Years A Slave. The Producer’s Guild of America Awards, normally seen as the decider for the big winner at Oscars, did leave all high and dry by jointly awarding both the film. However no 3D or Sci-fiction film has ever won a Best Picture Academy Award giving 12 Years of Slave an edge over Gravity. Gravity is most likely to follow last year's example of Ang Lee’s Life of Pi (2011) model – Director, Technical Awards but no Best Picture.

BEST ACTOR:

Matthew McConaughey’s has been sweeping almost all Best Actor’s awards for his phenomenal performance in Dallas Buyers Club, barring the BAFTA’s where McConaughey did not even land a nomination. The surprise snub was one of the key reason to believe that maybe McConaughey might not be the front runner at all. On the other hand, Leonardo DiCaprio has been kept waiting by the Academy for his elusive win, having lost out on previous nods for What's Eating Gilbert Grape (1993), The Aviator (2004) and Blood Diamond (2006). So maybe the Academy might shine on him for his work this year The Wolf on Wall Street. But even 12 Years a Slave's Chiwetel Ejiofor, who surprised many with his BAFTA win, and the mighty Bruce Dern in Nebraska can pull it off too. Remember how Adrien Brody benefitted from the split of bigger stars (Jack Nicholson for About Schmidt and Daniel Day Lewis for Gangs of New York) with his win for The Pianist in 2003.

BEST ACTRESS:

The Year belongs to Cate Blanchett for her spell-binding performance in Woody Allen’s Blue Jasmine. She has picked up all awards in the run-up to the big Hollywood night and is sure to walk the stage to collect her second Academy win after her Best Supporting Actress win for The Aviator in 2005.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR:

Barkhad Abdi may have collected a BAFTA for his breakthrough début performance in Captain Phillips but its Jared Leto who is expected to win the honours for his turn in Dallas Buyers Club.  He remains a safe bet despite BAFTA failing to nominate him, earning much ire from the fraternity.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS:

There is no guarantee Jennifer Lawrence will win the Oscar for her performance in American Hustle but no other woman in this century won the Golden Globe and BAFTA and lost the Academy Award. However, Lupita Nyong'o performance in 12 Years of Slave did win the young performer a SAG in the run-up to the Oscar. So she can definitely spoil the party for Lawrence. Moreover, 12 Years of Slave winning Best Picture (a very likely, as mentioned before) and nothing else definitely seems unlikely. Only three films, The Broadway Melody (1929), Grand Hotel (1932) and Mutiny on the Bounty (1935), have done it before, but none in 78 Years. 5 films, Wings (1927), All Quiet on the Western Front (1930), You Can't Take It With You (1938), Rebecca (1940) and The Greatest Show on Earth (1952), won Best Picture with only single win, though, so that’s possible. So it’s either her or Ejiofor or Best Editing (a major boost for the subsequent Best Picture winner) that may turn the table for the Steve McQueen drama.

Nevertheless, if Lawrence nabs a win in her kitty, she becomes the sixth person in Oscar history to win back-to-back Acting Oscar, after Luise Rainer, Spencer Tracy, Jason Robards, Katherine Hepburn and Tom Hanks.

BEST ACHIEVEMENT IN DIRECTING:

Once again, the talk comes down to Gravity and 12 Years Of Slave. However, Alfonso Cuarón's likely win is probably the worst kept secret at the 86th Academy Awards with him being seen as the safest bet for Gravity as anyone, along with Cate Blanchett, Jared Leto and Gravity for Best Visual Effects. Moreover, the Directors Guild of America gave him their nod and its hard to get by that. Cuarón will become the first Hispanic to win the Best Director award, even as his nearest competitor Steve McQueen looks out to become the first African-American Best Director winner.

Regardless of all the permutations and combinations, Oscars 2014 is all set to become an year of major upsets and surprises, whether it be Best Picture, Actor, Supporting Actress, Original Screenplay, Documentary feature, Foreign Language Film and Original Song - all too close to call. Surely, one that will bring good response on the Social Media.