Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Pre- wedding ceremonies in india

Shaddi ka rang tab chadta hai, jab khushiyo se ghar sajti hai.

 Indian culture has numerous rituals and ceremonies which are lavish and elaborative. The best thing about Indian wedding is so many occasions, new dresses to wear, bliss with fun and frolic is added to the rituals. Wedding means gathering of friends and relatives to enjoy all the function together.

Pre- wedding ceremonies in India

Roka ceremony

This is a smooth ceremony which is attended by only close family members. Bride family visiting groom , in the absence of their daughter and giving Sagan. 

Engagement ceremony

 It’s a time between marriage proposal and marriage. Rings are exchanged between bride and groom in front of family relatives and friends. The couple is said to be engaged. 

Tilak ceremony

In this ceremony Bride’s brother applies Tilak to groom’s forehead and gives him gifts. In this ceremony bride is not present.

Mehendi ceremony

It’s a most cultural ceremony as this function is celebrated at both groom and bride house .The Mehendi is applied on brides hand and feet. The best part is Mehendi is also applied on groom hand also. “Mehendi ka rang ghera hoga, to pati bhaut pyaar karega”

Sangeet ceremony

“Dholki ki sang gana bajana aur nachna”. The ceremony of full on fun and joy friends and relative do lots of dancing and singing rejoice the occasion. Traditional song of suhag is sung.

Haldi ceremony

It’s like an in-home-beautification process before wedding. It is celebrated in outdoor spacious.  ‘Haldi Ubtan ‘is prepared at home and applied on both on brides and grooms face, arms and feet. “Haldi lagane se rang nikhar ke ata hai “.

Shaddi ka bandhan bandh jayegaDulhan KO Dhula le jayega!

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Thursday, 2 July 2015

Decorate your days with memories.

All days are special and so as are events. Once in a while we all had a moment to celebrate our special day with our loved once in a grand style.And make that moment memorable and exclusive. And what makes it more special, that is an ambiance, the food of our culture which gives us the charm to memorize it.Events are always been special to everyone; we all want to celebrate at its best. For some people it is to wear different attires, some for food, some for ambience and for some is the happiness of everyone what makes an event festive.
So this time celebrate your event with yellow peppers and caters and make your event more lively and memorable. 

Thursday, 25 June 2015

6 Reason Why Indian Cuisine is Lusty

The Traditional food of India "Taste mai Best"!

Indian cuisine is known for its large array in dishes. India is rich in its culture as every culture has its own food types and style of adding flavor. We use spices in food as painter uses color on walls. Indian food taste divine as it does something folk with ingredients.

6 Reason Why Indian Cuisine is Lusty 

1. Khane ka khazana: India having different cultures and those cultures has their own food specialty.       We can eat variation in food.

2. Swadh Sugandh ka Raja: Indian food is fragrant and rich as we are obsessed to food “khushboo          aur dekhne mai acha hona chaiye tabhi swad ayega’

3. Taste Bhi Health Bhi:  Indian food is good for health all the components of food are found in it.

4. Kuch Meetha Ho Jaaye: Not only spicy food tasted, but there is variation of candied food also.

5. Swad Zindagi Ka: Each spice is adversely placed in the recipe to bring flavor with rest of the               ingredients. “Khaye jao khaye jao spices ke gund Gaye jao”

6.  No Confusion, Great Combination:  Lurking flavor compounds flapped in a single dish and                  discover very different from other cuisine.

Eat healthy! Taste variation in food spicy, salty and sweet Mamma miya  ! 

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Foodie World, Foodie Aura and Foodie Mobs! 

Most of the youth are obsessed to food and a love food as if it is their "bf" Best friends. Looking just at food, mouths become watery. Making food is "Kala" an art. As their 'kala' is seen in their flavor. We react like "Isme kick hai”.
11 reasons why Master Chefs are perfect:

1. Exist as Coordinators and team player accompanying each other.

2. "Khaana asan hai, banna mushkil" making food is 'kala' skill and knowledge is applied in preparation of food.

3. Their craft is appreciable they don’t waste utilize every foodstuff as Perfectionist.

4. Every day available, no offs. Provided variation and rich and royal cuisine.

5. Work in fast pace, serving time as money as food provided to ample people.

6. Knowledge of spices, taste, foodstuffs. Food creation taste divine when apply craft to art.

7. Playing with ingredients come out with inventive and exclusive essence.

8. Vegetables are craved in innovative manner with equitable shape and size.

9. Serve masses with splendid eatable. They decide Do they find kick in the meal or not?

10. Tremendous passion in creation of food shines their buzz and gratifying themselves.

11. Crisp experiments supplement their exposures as lots of practice enumerates experiences.

Eat What You Want And Live Your Life. "Zindgi Na Milegi Dubara”. Crafty World creates variation so grab them, don’t let it go. If you love to eat you are the best people ever.

Tuesday, 26 May 2015


A marriage is one of the most important part of an individual‘s life. It’s the coming together of two souls and families.  The traditional Wedding in India is a multi-day affairs and involve intricate ceremonies such as :- Mehendi , sangeet ki raat , sagan ceremony and the final ceremony ends with Mangal pheras – in which the bride and groom circles the sacred fire to complete the ritual of wedding  which is a prominent part according to the Hindu mythology.

Making your special moment an unforgettable celebration, we at Yellowpepper provide personalized and innovative wedding services which include the Pre-to-Post wedding event management, catering services and much more. The venue decoration and the jai-mala themes, along with an arrangement of a traditional decorated Palki (Doli); to make bride feel special like a princess during her wedding ceremony; is completely our responsibility. So, you, take a chill pill and just count all the mesmerizing memories that you’ll make in those special days!

Have a wonderful life!


Monday, 18 May 2015


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She is so beautiful. So amazing. So pretty. Quintessential. Just like Aladin’s Jasmine. Why does she look like that! I can’t concentrate on my work. She enthralls me like Doraemon. (I know I am a big boy but I do love Doraemon.) She dons herself with such beautiful accessories. Her tinkling smile and glittering eyes make me go gala over her. She already has big wary eyes but at times she puts that black thing as an outline. That’s so disturbing, you know! Above all, her eyeballs keep scrutinizing everyone at work. Her turbulent gaze misses none. Well, I am glad for that. That way, she notices me. Why did God made her with such captivating prowess? Either she paid him a million dollars or he had a crush on her. What else could be an apt reason!
My heart wishes to be her confidante. My kidneys wish to be her Rajma Chawal. My lungs wish to be her Pepsi. My brain wishes to be her brownie. My intestines wish to be her snakes (She pets them. Valiant na!). And a complete ‘I’ just want to look at her. Daydream her.

I never want to go to a prison. They don’t have beds with fluffy mattresses. And the pillows too. But if there’s a prison where I can all day just, just, just stare her, then today after lunch I’ll murder Ram.
I so envy that fat butt Ram. He is always running behind her as if she gonna fetch him Cheesy pizza. I really don’t like to accept this fact but yes, they both mingle very well. He’s intelligent after all. They are almost each other’s favorite. Bloody Ram! I hope his jeans get tighter day by day. And that Mahi! Why is she adored by her? So what if she has a beautiful name, I could have it too (only if my parents asked me). My name is Shankey. And our peon’s name is Shankar. So, at some ugly times of my life, because of my name-that-is-already-a-pet-name name, I am called as ‘Shankar’ and Shankar as ‘Shankey’.  That lucky dude.

Oh, just look at her setting her floral dupatta. She ain’t able to. I wish I were a girl. I could have then moved towards her carrying all my little elegance and skeptical fingers. Of course, I would have boosted up my fingers for they are totally useless but today, they were going to perform their maiden important action of their lives. Unfortunately, I need them because my eyes can’t do that. Damn Universe. Alas! She did it herself. Oh, but hold on! She’s coming here. Towards me. I should pretend working. Working hard. Oh no! I can’t find that irritating stick that I have to hold all day and doodle. What do we call that? Whatever. I got it. I borrowed it from Meera. She’s dumb. I would never lend my holder to anyone no matter what. Because if it’s gone for once, it’s gone for forever.

Here she comes. My heart is beating loudly like Tiger’s. Tiger, my dog. Oh, she’s here. By the way, why is she coming here? May be just to say a Hello, though she never says that. My hair. Shit. My shirt is half out. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t go to the washroom now. She’s coming. She has come.
“Shankey, have you done your Maths Homework? The addition sums that I wrote in your notebook yesterday?”
“Umm.. no Miss. I was ill. I didn’t get them. Will you teach me today after recess period?”
“Oh, poor boy! It’s okay. Come to staff room after recess. Okay?”
“Okay Miss!”

Ram can be murdered later. But Rosy Miss needs my attention today. And so do the addition sums. J

PS- Now you know why I don’t do my homework. 

Saturday, 25 April 2015


What we had today, was just a glimpse of mother nature's wrath. We humans should now definitely stop and control the harmful polluting radiations that we're intentionally creating! Today's earthquake was just to remind us all, it was just a warning from the powers. Our beautiful and adored nature can't take all these pieces of fumes anymore and hence, this act was just as similar as spitting on our face!

We personally believe, helping hands are better than praying lips!

Rest in peace all the souls who became a victim of this natural disaster. 


Thursday, 16 April 2015


What else could be so pure!

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Thursday, 9 April 2015


They were the three identical, inseparable brothers. Brothers for life. Always glued to each other.

Neither one could, nor did one want to apart them. Even they always sat chronologically. They were indeed conscious of their positions. It was something, that mattered, or may be, only mattered!

They were always pampered and loved. Everyone took their meticulous care, but not equivalently. The second brother wasn’t paid attention much and because of this, the third one used to mock him, the first one didn’t bother of such issues.

One beautiful day, the second brother asked both of them the root cause.

“Why does everyone differentiate with me? Why don’t they love me? What’s wrong with me? I look like both of you. I wear the same clothes. We run the same business. What is the difference?”

“So what, if you look like us, you can never be one of us. You aren’t fast, you aren’t cheerful like us. In fact, you are always with that gloomy face, which slows down our party-mood. You are such a nerd, such a geek. And hey, even if you don’t participate in the business, it won’t matter. Because you even run the business in such a slow and a dull way. Even if you aren’t in the business, we both can still run it with a faster pace. It will never ever drown. Our hands are safe hands. We don’t need you. Your existence has no vibes. It’s null.” Said the third one.

That night, he backed off from the business and none could save it.
The Break failed and neither Clutch nor Accelerator could stop the car accident.

Monday, 30 March 2015


NATURE holds the best scenes. One doesn't need a DSLR camera for these views. Capture them in your mind! Plan your occasions at such picturesque views and experience one helluva of experience!

The surreal road!

The pretty tines!

                                                                      The contagious smile!

                                                                  The garland of pure love!

Wednesday, 25 March 2015


Maine mehngi se mehngi ghadi pehni
Par waqt mere anusaar na chala

Maine sbse purani sharaab pee li
Par thehra hua paani mjhe kahin na mila

Suna hai paise se badi koi cheez nhn hoti
Par khareedne se sukh milta nhn
Aur dukh ka koi khareedar nhn hota

Maine zindagi se kuch abi seekha to nhn
Par log saadgi mein jeene nhn dete

Rut-ae-zindagi zara apna pta to bta
Shayyad mere ahem ko raasta mil jae!
Aaj haath thaam k chala le
Shayad mere naino ko chadta suraj dikh jae!!

Kehte hain aflatoon b us panchi k pas aata hai
Jo pankh khol k udaan bharta hai
Log salaam use krte hain
Jiske hunar ka sikka chalta hai!

Waqt ki udaan ka andaaza hi kya
Palat k dekho
Sadak k us paar ka bhikhari b ghadi pehenta hai!

Monday, 16 March 2015


Not an evening where we’d walk on a concrete road. Not an evening where the piano strings would matter. Not an evening where the champagne glasses would mark our enthusiasm. Not an evening where an audience would judge our ardent love.

But an evening where we’d walk in woods. An evening where the taps of our feet would titter. An evening where the stars and the moon would be our flabbergasted spectators. An evening where we’d bow on the knee and dance in the shadows of twilight. An evening where we’d sing the chords of darkness and beauty of night. An evening where ‘You’ won’t be and ‘I’ won’t be, but ‘We’ would be.

Tell me darling; won’t you have an evening where our souls would be naked? Won’t you have an evening where I’d kiss the hidden layer of your skin beneath the rose? Won’t you have an evening where we’d dance carefree? Won’t you have an evening where the leaves would be disguised? Won’t you have an evening where we’d don the fog? Won’t you have an evening which would be remembered as a heyday in our history? 

Together we’d spur a legacy of wild, passionate and torrid love. Together we’d set a statue of a gaiety, euphoric mood. Together we’d walk, together we’d dance. Together we’d! 

What say love? 

Friday, 13 March 2015


*One more*

The piled stack of files, resting on his desk, was the last thing in the world he was interested in. He couldn't wait to eradicate from those dull covers and gloomy cubical. They reminded him of those tussling days when the radical swankie in him was brutally killed by his current-form. The need of coins volunteered to be the weapon.

The monotonous eyes constantly stared at the vintage clock. He was giving up on his patience-level. After all, it was Saturday’s sunny afternoon. Any normal human being won’t stand for it, would he? Of course, he was normal.

The clock’s needle struck at 2 and his heartbeat rose to the peeks of mountains. He threw a careless look at the stack, hurriedly picked up the car keys and rushed out; his leather shoes hitting hard on the white tiled floor.

He intended to reach on time; else she’d frown at him. He despised her frown more than he despised a working-Saturday. One wish that he asked from Mother Nature to bestow over him was desolated roads. Well, he was blessed. Atleast somewhere. Eyes were cheerful now; foot on accelerator was in high spirits; ears were ignoring the blatant horns; lungs were happy inhaling fresh air; lips separated involuntarily and exposed the weak yet smiling teeth.

Finally, he was going to meet her. The love of his life. His lifeline. The former name of world. The yellow leaf of autumn. The blue horizons. The winter’s fog. The blooming buds. The baby’s giggle. The void roads. The Sunday.

It’s been 1 month and 12 days since he last met her. Back at his home, his parents didn't enable him to see her or visit her. The emotional blackmail worked in their favor. As a genuine reason, they couldn't bear their son to undergo those despairing cells once again.

But now, everything was finalized. Maybe, the odds were his crutches. He was all set to splurge in his remaining Saturday with her. What better could she do to him!

He couldn't stop thinking of her. The galore of strange feelings kept bouncing back from the skeptical walls of his brain. That moment was a scintillating moment. He was a slave to the hedonist in him. The truth was to be spoken today. The great news was to be delivered today. Yes, it’s high time. Not that, she never imagined or expected it, but anyhow, she had to hear those words from those pale but for-the-time-being pink lips.

Outside the The-Flower-Frolic shop, his car stopped with a screeching jerk. It’s a special day and indeed, he intended to make it even more worthy with prowess. As usual, he got artificial white lilies for her. She had been a huge hater of those, proffering real flowers as bouquet. She believed in the beauty of a flower only when it’s planted, not plucked.

On the next red light, Bindu knocked at his window, asking him which Diya he would buy this time. He was her regular customer. He bought a tiny little Diya for Dia. She was as glorified as her name. Isn't Dia beautiful like her name? He thought to himself and a lovely dimple tinkled on the left corner of his lips.

There he was. He had reached the destination. He could sit there and talk to her from the moon and back. Like really 24*7. It was twilight. The sun was waving him Bon Voyage. Today, it was really going to be a journey. He took a deep breath and went in. He was going to tell her. It was time.

She was sleeping peacefully. She was still beautiful. He wiped off the dust particles from her grave and drove back in the flashback. Because that is where, he can see her, adore her and decorate her. Once during her chemotherapy, she told her father her last wish.
“Papa, on my grave, under my name, will you please write my everlasting message for you?”

“No.” He replied bluntly. For heaven’s sake, she was just 7 years old. She was supposed to ask for chocolates, teddy bears, frocks, kitchen sets, dollhouses, art books and all that pink stuff.

But that was simply beyond imagination. When the skies had to snatch her back, then why did they bestow her over him! The flood of tears found their way.

The eyes were then watering, now watering. He took a step forward and kissed her debossed name on her grave. She kissed him back.

Wasn't this the purest form of unconditional love? Was it defined? Was it weeping?

The soul may rest in peace but the hearts left behind never. Love does cease, but it continues in the parallel world. Diyas don’t keep the love alive, neither do the white lilies. But the emotions, sentiments and feelings do.

Whilst he read her everlasting message- ‘Kiss me, I’m conditioned to respond’, he gave her the big news, “Tomorrow, I’m going to adopt one more child, one more daughter.”

Monday, 9 March 2015


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