Did y'all have a good weekend? I had a fantastically-relaxing-weekend. Just got done watching Golden Globes (snooze.fest) other than that watched a shit-load of television and movies in the last week. 

Veep: Season 1 Marathon (LOVED IT!) 

Luther: Season 3 Marathon (LOVED IT!) 

Hello Ladies: Season 1 Marathon (LOVED IT) 

The Americans: Season 1, few episodes (LOVED IT!) 

Wolfs of the Wall Street (LOVED IT!)

Insidious: Chapter 2 (BLAH!)

American Hustle (LOVED IT!) 

OMG - Now that I have documented it, I cannot believe I saw this much television. What is wrong with me? Let me go ponder over that and you have a good week ahead!   

1. Iron Man 3 - I thoroughly enjoyed it. I am pleased that Gwyneth had a decent screen time as opposed to the previous two Iron Man movies. Full of witty humor and action. A must watch.  
2. Go Goa Gone - Its a Hindi movie, which didn't amuse me. First half was still funny in portions, but the second half seemed more like a spoof on the zombie movies. After being an ardent follower of Walking Dead, this didn't even come close. Can easily pass!
3. Star Trek Into Darkness - Another good movie with innumerable twists and turns but kept me interested till the end. Although I do wish it was a tad-bit shorter but I wouldn't hold that against it. A must watch. 

Moving on to the outfit post: This is truly one of my favorite dresses. I cannot get enough of it. I contemplated letting it go in the closet cleanse but couldn't. I even tried finding something similar for a post-ban purchase but the only one I found was this, but I am not sure the price justifies the purchase. Anyhoo, here's how I have styled it several times on my blog before.

I don't know about y'all but I am always curious about whom Jenny (via I know, right?) will pick next for the OUAT Series. This time it is a young starlet - Divya Bharti. I remember her like it was yesterday. She was only 8 years older to me and had a string of hits and then suddenly died. Her last movie Rang, was digitally completed (technology, I tell you!). I happened to like the music in most of her films (specially Dil Ka Kya Kasoor). Random fact: Her character's name was 'Tanvi Singh' in Kshatriya and that was the first time I had heard my name on the big screen. Back then I didn't like when I found someone else had my name too ... (hmph!) ... Over to Jenny ...   

A bright new star was sizzling on the Bollywood scene, promising to make the decade full of excitement and delight for movie-goers.

Her name was Divya Bharti. 

The starlet sparkled everywhere she went. 

Her infectious laughter lit up rooms and her mischievous grin dazzled the hearts of love-struck boys around the country. 

But the gorgeous teenager would never make it to 20.

Born in 1974 to middle-class parents, Divya was a happy child. It was rare to see the chubby little girl without a big smile on her face. 

Her perfect doll-like features startled strangers wherever she went. Her parents were constantly asked if she was real.

When she was in her first year of high school, however, Divya grew restless and unhappy. She struggled miserably in academics, failing most of her classes.Watching her classmates easily surpass her in subjects like math and science was a blow to her self-esteem.

But one day, just like in a movie, she was randomly approached by a film producer who was enchanted with her cherub features. He wanted Divya to star in his next picture!

Bursting with excitement, Divya immediately quit school and enrolled in dancing, singing, and acting classes. There, she found her element. The bright-eyed teenager thrived in the environment, where suddenly she was good at everything!

But her lust for life got in the way. Like any other teenage girl during the late 1980s, she enjoyed spending too much time with friends and unfortunately, that angered the producer. After the two had a horrible fight, he replaced her in the film with another young actress. Divya was devastated.

She was pursued two more times by film producers, but had similar results. Both roles went to other actresses. Depressed, Divya grew disinterested with the film industry and shelved her dream of becoming a star.

To lift her spirits, her mom took her on vacation to Kashmir. Their vacation, however, was cut short.

Film producer D Ramanaidu had come to Mumbai seeking an actress for his latest film. He was curious about Divya and wanted to audition the young beauty for a role. Charmed by her innocence during their interview, the producer cast her in what would become the Teluga hit Bobbili Raja (1990).

In 1992, she eventually moved on to Hindi cinema with a notable role in the thriller Vishwatma.

Practically overnight, Divya became the hottest new celebrity in India, making more than a dozen movies in one year.

Despite her star status, she was still just a kid. Much to the chagrin of producers, she delightfully pulled pranks on her co-stars and playfully danced around the sets.

When she was 18, the young beauty fell in love with film producer Sajid Nadiadwala and the two soon married.

It was a fateful afternoon in 1993, when the newlywed learned her costume designer, Neeta, wanted to discuss dresses for her upcoming film. Divya agreed to meet Neeta and her husband at her apartment. Neeta claims when she and her husband arrived at the apartment, Divya was already drunk and was in the midst of making another drink.

The two were in the living room when they saw the tipsy actress attempting to sit on the window ledge. Before they could run to her, she had already lost her balance. She died from the five-story fall.

Her death created a media circus, with the entire country crying out for answers. Did she accidentally fall? Did she commit suicide? Was she pushed?

Police were equally baffled, because people present at the scene, plus Divya's own husband and relatives who weren't even there, offered choppy statements, even awkwardly changing their stories at different points. It definitely raised eyebrows and caused an even bigger uproar in the media.

Fingers were pointed at her husband, who had been rumored to be tied to the mafia. Did someone want Divya out of the way? Did she know too much?

Conspiracy theorists pointed out that the window she fell from sits above a balcony. If Divya had merely fallen, they said, she would have fallen straight down into the balcony. But the fact that she fell at a wide angle, to avoid the balcony, and crashed to the ground doesn't make any sense. It had to be the result of someone pushing her out the window.

Police investigated the death for years, until in 2003, they finally gave up and called the case closed, stating the death was accidental due to lack of evidence.

But to this day, thousands of people believe otherwise.

Leaving it one of the most unsettling mysteries in Indian history.

We missed Jenny (via I know, right?) on the block blog, last month. Didn't we? Well, thankfully she is back with the next in OUAT Series. This time its - Parveen Babi. For the longest time that I can remember there have always been controversies related to her. No one would ever know how much of it, or what was true, except her closed ones but she remains one of Indian Cinema's immortal beauties. No one was quite as sultry and innocent, at the same time, like her. Here's more, in Jenny's words ... 

Youth. Glamour. Beauty. Glitter.

With her pouty lips, flowing raven locks, and come-hither gaze, Parveen Babi became a sexualized modern fantasy for a conservative nation warily eyeing the decline of world-wide morality in the 1970s.

In her films, she portrayed sultry characters who brazenly lived in sin, tossed aside saris in favor of pants, and innocently sipped exotic cocktails with a heavenly smile.

But behind India's very first sex symbol was a chaotic nightmare that still has conspiracy theorists reeling today.

Parveen was very much a girl, interrupted.

Parveen began her career as a model during the early 1970s. In 1973, she made her acting debut in Charitra, a film that barely made waves. But the stunning 24-year-old was immediately noticed and started receiving more lucrative film offers.

In 1976, she became the first Bollywood star to appear on the cover of Time Magazine. She was so popular, every movie producer in India was desperate to work with her, and she often had to sift through endless amounts of scripts in order to find her next project.

Some of her most popular films include Deewar, Namak Halal, and Amar Akbar Anthony.

Noted as a fashion icon and already established as the highest paid Bollywood actress, Parveen seemed to be living a dream come true.

But the public didn't know that behind closed doors, Parveen cried herself to sleep at night.

She was lonely and incredibly depressed. Her love life was in shambles because she kept falling in love with the wrong man. She also felt weird things she didn't know how to describe to people. She knew something was wrong and she wanted to get help. But every time she tried to quit the film industry for good, she was road-blocked. Parveen was surrounded by agents, lawyers, and film producers who earned millions with her beautiful face. She wasn't going anywhere.

In 1983, Parveen was finally able to leave her career to travel around the world with her new guru, U. G. Krishnamurti. Many people in her life accused the new religious leader of brainwashing and manipulating Parveen, but the actress insisted that when she was with him, she felt safe and clear-headed.

That feeling didn't last, however. Parveen started to become suspicious of everyone and everything. She genuinely believed everyone was out to get her. She cut off all contact with friends and family. She filed police complaints against more than 30 parties, including former U.S. President Bill Clinton, stating they were conspiring to kill her. The allegations were dismissed due to lack of evidence.

In 1989, she accused her former co-star Amitabh Bachchan of being an international gangster, and pubicly insisted his goons were trying to kill her. She wouldn't even eat or drink anything unless someone tasted it first, to make sure it wasn't poisoned. She recorded every phone call made to her.

For every accusation against him, Parveen offered circumstantial evidence, but never any hardcore proof. Her case against him never went to court.

Although by the 1990s, she was officially retired from the film industr, she was able to live comfortably, thanks to sound financial investments.

In 2002, she made headlines again when she filed an affidavit in the special court hearing for the 1993 serial bomb blasts case, insisting she had evidence that actor Sanjay Dutt was involved, but then didn't pursue the matter any further, claiming she was worried about her safety.

Three years later, when Parveen failed to collect her mail and milk, her neighbors called the police. When officers arrived, they found the actress dead. They surmised the 55-year-old had been dead for a few days. Upon investigation, the police ruled out foul play, believing she may have died from complication due to diabetes, or starvation. 

And after her death in 2005, it was revealed the actress had suffered from Schizophrenia.

But, of course, there are still many people who firmly believe her death was a murder. There are websites and articles floating around that insist the movie star had indeed been telling the truth all these years and the mental illness conclusion was merely a cover-up by the government and media.

So, even in death, Parveen remains an enigma.  

The greatest legends always are.