Bollywood item girl: MALAIKA ARORA KHAN biography



    Indian model, actress, television personality and former MTV VJ Malaika Arora born on 23rd August 1973 in Mumbai.

    Her father Anil Arora is a Punjabi who was in the merchant navy, while her mother Joyce Polycarp is a Malayali. Malaika has a younger sister Amrita Arora, who was a MTV VJ and now an actress.

    She did her schooling from Swami Vivekanand School, Collector' Colony in Chembur, Mumbai, where her aunt Grace Polycarp was the Principal of the school.

    She completed her secondary education at Swami Vivekanand School in Chembur (Mumbai). Her aunt Grace Polycarp was the principal of the school. She is also an alumnus of the Holy Cross High School Thane where she had studied until ninth grade. She lived in Borla Society, opposite Basant Talkies before starting her modeling career.


    Standing 5’6” tall and with her good looks it wasn’t long before modeling assignments came her way.

    Malaika Arora who always wanted to be a model since childhood and always loved to be in-front of the camera. She started her modeling career at the age of 17. It was her some photo shots done by lensmen Suresh Natarajan which fell into the hands of Suma Varghese, editor of Society magazine. The first cover back of Society in April '93 set the ball rolling for Malaika. Her potential was soon recognized by MTV and she was offered more prominent roles at Awards Functions and concerts telecast on the television channel.

    The model shot to fame as a video jockey for the music channel MTV where she hosted popular shows. She concentrated on her career as a model and TV anchor and soon she was offered with many ad campaign assignments. She rose to an interviewer for MTV India, becoming the most prominent non-movie, non-model female in urban India. MTV India, recognizing her potential, gave her plum roles co-anchoring with Cyrus Broacha the popular program 'Love Line' and 'Style Check'.


    with her sister
    Amruta Arora

    She appeared in many advertisements as well as cameos for song and item numbers in Bollywood films. Her first movie for the film "Dil Se" oppposite to Sharuk Khan as item girl for "Chaiyya Chaiyya.." song.

    Though she hasn’t taken on any full fledged roles in Bollywood, she has appeared in many Bollywood movies in item numbers like Chaiyya Chaiyya in the film Dil Se, Maahi Ve in Kaante, Kaal Dhamaal in the movie Kaal and many more.

    Malaika's best ad campaigns include Pearl Pet, Bare Necessities, Mafatlal, Benzer, Tanishq, Tribhuvandhas Bhimji and De-Beers and numerous others.

    Malaika also appeared in the television show Nach Baliye aired on Star One TV channel as one of the 3 judges (the other judges are Shekhar Suman and Amrita Rao) in mid-2005, and she continues as a judge in Nach Baliye 2 being aired in the last quarter of 2006.


    Malaika Arora fell in love with actor Arbaaz Khan whom she met during a coffee ad shoot and married him on 12 Dec 1998. Arbaaz Khan is the brother of Salman Khan and Sohail Khan. Together they have a son, Arhaan.on December 12, 1998.


    In 2007, she was named as the ‘sexiest mom’ in Bollywood by Maxim magazine. The hot actress was one of the prominent VJ’s of MTV India. She was given prominent roles at Awards Functions and concerts of MTV. Her sister Amrita always appreciates for maintaining her body well post motherhood.
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Bollywood item girl: MALAIKA ARORA KHAN biography



    Indian model, actress, television personality and former MTV VJ Malaika Arora born on 23rd August 1973 in Mumbai.

    Her father Anil Arora is a Punjabi who was in the merchant navy, while her mother Joyce Polycarp is a Malayali. Malaika has a younger sister Amrita Arora, who was a MTV VJ and now an actress.

    She did her schooling from Swami Vivekanand School, Collector' Colony in Chembur, Mumbai, where her aunt Grace Polycarp was the Principal of the school.

    She completed her secondary education at Swami Vivekanand School in Chembur (Mumbai). Her aunt Grace Polycarp was the principal of the school. She is also an alumnus of the Holy Cross High School Thane where she had studied until ninth grade. She lived in Borla Society, opposite Basant Talkies before starting her modeling career.


    Standing 5’6” tall and with her good looks it wasn’t long before modeling assignments came her way.

    Malaika Arora who always wanted to be a model since childhood and always loved to be in-front of the camera. She started her modeling career at the age of 17. It was her some photo shots done by lensmen Suresh Natarajan which fell into the hands of Suma Varghese, editor of Society magazine. The first cover back of Society in April '93 set the ball rolling for Malaika. Her potential was soon recognized by MTV and she was offered more prominent roles at Awards Functions and concerts telecast on the television channel.

    The model shot to fame as a video jockey for the music channel MTV where she hosted popular shows. She concentrated on her career as a model and TV anchor and soon she was offered with many ad campaign assignments. She rose to an interviewer for MTV India, becoming the most prominent non-movie, non-model female in urban India. MTV India, recognizing her potential, gave her plum roles co-anchoring with Cyrus Broacha the popular program 'Love Line' and 'Style Check'.


    with her sister
    Amruta Arora

    She appeared in many advertisements as well as cameos for song and item numbers in Bollywood films. Her first movie for the film "Dil Se" oppposite to Sharuk Khan as item girl for "Chaiyya Chaiyya.." song.

    Though she hasn’t taken on any full fledged roles in Bollywood, she has appeared in many Bollywood movies in item numbers like Chaiyya Chaiyya in the film Dil Se, Maahi Ve in Kaante, Kaal Dhamaal in the movie Kaal and many more.

    Malaika's best ad campaigns include Pearl Pet, Bare Necessities, Mafatlal, Benzer, Tanishq, Tribhuvandhas Bhimji and De-Beers and numerous others.

    Malaika also appeared in the television show Nach Baliye aired on Star One TV channel as one of the 3 judges (the other judges are Shekhar Suman and Amrita Rao) in mid-2005, and she continues as a judge in Nach Baliye 2 being aired in the last quarter of 2006.


    Malaika Arora fell in love with actor Arbaaz Khan whom she met during a coffee ad shoot and married him on 12 Dec 1998. Arbaaz Khan is the brother of Salman Khan and Sohail Khan. Together they have a son, Arhaan.on December 12, 1998.


    In 2007, she was named as the ‘sexiest mom’ in Bollywood by Maxim magazine. The hot actress was one of the prominent VJ’s of MTV India. She was given prominent roles at Awards Functions and concerts of MTV. Her sister Amrita always appreciates for maintaining her body well post motherhood.
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Aftermath

    First off, thanks to
    Blog of Bryan Vaughan
    Flamenco Chuckwagon
    Celerity Cycling
    Born to Kilo
    and any I missed
    for the shoutouts, praise, and congratulations.
    And Brian S. for posting this.

    I love this picture (courtesy of Dave K.):


    Primarily because of the faces in the crowd. I suggest you click on it to see the actual size and check them out. People vary from psyched (most of them) to mind-blown (guy with fist in the air) to non-plussed (little girl sitting on top of someone's shoulders).

    A couple more thoughts from Sunday, because clearly you all want to read them:
    -During the 3/4 race, I clearly heard someone yell to a teammate "Stay on big Nick's wheel!" That was kind of odd, but makes a lot of sense. Step into my wind tunnel.
    -So I guess my cover is blown now - that month of getting dropped, plus this gut, will probably not disguise me anymore. EXCEPT when I go home in August and race back there: unless they read the MABRA version of GamJams, they will not know who I am. So when I try to pull some shenanigans with 7 laps to go, they will just think, "eh, fat guy. He'll blow up." Heh heh heh.

    Going forward:

    Who here is aware of the economics behind positive and negative incentives? Show of hands. OK, nobody. Quick refresher: Positive incentives are supposedly 3 times more effective than negative ones. As in, offering people $10 to do something will work as well as saying that they lose $30 if they don't do it. Or you'll get 3x the responses as if you say they lose $10 if they don't do it.

    Or, who's seen Office Space? The fear of losing your job will only make someone work hard enough not to get fired.

    The point I'm getting at here is that winning Sunday is way, way more motivating to me than a month of getting dropped was. Sure, I want to lose weight to not be dropped. But now I've tasted the potential (tasted blood). How fast could I be if I lost the weight I want to? The pure physiology of it suggests that if I do, I will be about 24% faster uphill without factoring in the gains from putting in the work to get there. See Lance Armstrong's War. Think about that! I'm thinking about it. And it is making me want to be up at 5 AM tomorrow to be riding. Then again Thursday. 6 Friday. 5 Saturday (because I'm working at the shop). 8 Sunday probably.

    WHO IS PUMPED??????? I AM PUMPED! I'm seeing the effort I've been putting in for the last few months (and the newfound direction I have thanks to working with someone wiser than I) pay off.

    So the efforts (which had been picking up) are becoming more focused. You hear Lance talk about getting on the scale every day and how no one wants to do it (from the VS TdF preview show), and I'm doing it. Keeping track. (248.2 today.) I believe I have more accurately determined my basal metabolic rate and the amount of food I need to be eating to get where I want to be - 2200 calories + whatever I burn off (today that meant 3100). Trying to transition to the "eat every 2 hours whether or not you're hungry, so that you're never hungry, so that you eat less" system (which then helps avoid the problem I ran into at 2 PM today - "I have eaten less in the past 24 hours than is necessary to sustain me being awake for that long").

    Perhaps I'm not adequately communicating how excited I am. I acknowledge the distinct possibility that my brain is still full of endorphins. But I will not stop until I appear this size while standing up:Also until "man, you go uphill good for a guy your size" has "a guy my size" even with the rest of the field.

    LET'S DO THIS.

    Seriously, though - if anybody ever wants to ride with me, just get in touch. I'm all about it. Riding solo is great, but riding with people is more great.Source URL: http://megalotusfd3.blogspot.com/2010/06/
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Black Fashion Models 2009

    The current issue of Italian Vogue looks at how the fashion industry has moved past the rail thin negative size models to the lack of black models in the industry.

    In a move that is causing the industry to take a deep look at itself the July issue of Italian Vogue features only black models shot by fashion photographer Steven Meisel. Mr. Meisel is also the photographer behind Madonna’s infamous 1992 book, “Sex”.

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Fashion Models 2009

    Tao Okamoto. Tao Okamoto, Japanese (1987), mysterious, elegant. She had long hair, now it is short. Very professional, very perfectionist.

    models interested in being featured, interviewed or photographed can inquire via e-mail: models (at) asianglam.com - of course replace (at) with @

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Let's Be Honest, You Already Know - Reston GP, Cat 4 + Cat 3/4

    Come on, if you're reading this, you already know. You were probably there, as a matter of fact. It was hot, "crazy balls hot," but you were out there anyways because we were all out there anyways, because it is a weekend in June and that's bike-racing season.

    Yes, I won the 4 race at Reston. Thank you to everyone who took the time to congratulate me. I appreciate it deeply. I apologize if I don't remember - there are a few minutes immediately after getting off my bike that are a little fuzzy.

    It was not the sort of morning where I woke up, looked in the mirror, and said, "I'm going to win a race today." That happened before the W&M RR and the VT Crit. I actually did not really make a big deal out of the race. I cleaned my bike and went to bed early last night, but I knew I had to ride out there and would be spending a sizeable amount of time racing, so I just kinda went with it.

    I left and headed to Dean and Deluca to meet Drew, with whom I was riding out to Reston. He was running a couple minutes late (it happens) but we got on our way and one thing became painfully, frustratingly obvious: it was hot. Real hot. Undaunted, we rolled to Reston, arriving at the registration table at, I think, 10:30, for a 10:45 3/4 start. It's a good thing he knew where registration was. We had just barely enough time to breathlessly pin on numbers and suck down some sugar before heading up to the course.

    I managed to get up onto the front, actually on the line, next to the Bike Doctor rider who I know from around, but whose name I can never remember (I'm sorry, man. Maybe I never caught it in the first place?). Expectations, for me, were not high. My previous 3/4 experiences have all been poor. See Leonardtown, Wilmington. For some reason, sitting on the line, I couldn't remember that and thought this would be my first 3/4 race? I guess it was just that hot. Either way, I just wanted to hang on.

    Hang on I did - for a while. I got a bad clip-in and ended up at the back from the beginning. I was happy to just tailgun, but as predicted, guys just fell off the back one by one. I kept moving up every time somebody got significantly gapped, but it took all of my skill and every muscle fiber in my body to do so. Eventually, I got gapped to the point where I could have caught back on, but it would have forced me to dig deep, and knowing that I was racing again and would actually be able to make a difference in that one, I elected to pull myself out before I got too loopy. 16 to go. Drew ended up off the back not long after. Our one other teammate had already dropped.

    I was sitting in the shade on the sidewalk, pinning my 2nd number onto my clean jersey, when who should appear but Yon, who offered to escort me up into his office building nearby, featuring couches and air conditioning. I needed a moment before moving, but I happily accepted and found myself in a nicely-appointed internet company cafeteria, swiping their granola bars (hey, he said it was cool) and drinking the cold water. My parents called me (oh, sidebar: today was my birthday) to say hello and sing me happy birthday over the phone. I drank a ton of water, ate some Nature Valley bars, and found myself agitatedly pacing back and forth, sweaty socked feet on expensive private sector carpet, headphones on and turned up loud. When I headed back out to loosen up my legs, the heat felt even worse. But, I had filled a bottle with ice water to drink wile riding around, so it was alright. Sort of. I found my teammates and rolled up to the line, as everybody in the 95-man field wanted a good spot. Some guys took warmup laps; I did not - I already knew the course. I sprayed some water down the back of my neck and got ready. People lined the start/finish stretch and looked excited.

    The whistle blew and we all set off. I was reasonably far up the pack on the first lap. The first half of the race can be summarized as such: The pack did its "swirl" thing where guys move up aroudn the outsides. I tried to move up and then drift back to the middle, but as the race went on, I would move up a little more and drift back a little less. Taking corners at speed with the pack was nerve-wracking. Eventually guys started to fall off and the pack began to string out.

    From there:
    ~18 to go (maybe 19?):
    I got up near the front. 5 guys were off the front, but not far. Maybe 10 seconds. I decided to go for it - why not, right? Just because I already raced (and rode out here) doesn't mean I should race conservatively, does it? I dug in and crossed the gap and started trying to help.
    ~16 (17?) to go:
    The break started to fall apart. We couldn't keep a steady rotation going and we were slowly being reeled in.
    15 to go:
    We were caught by the field, and I fell in behind Matt to take some rest.
    14 to go - 12 to go:
    There were about 3 or 4 of us at the front, kind of rotating. Recognizing that the field was strung out and shrinking, and that no one was away, I tried to slow it down. Hands on the tops, sitting up, softpedaling a bit. Saying, "hey Matt, bring it down a bit. No one away."
    11 to go:
    Drew was aside one of the corners. He shouted at me, "Make something happen!" I realized he was right. I had been racing considerably less aggressively during the MABRA season than I was during the collegiate season. I decided to try to start something. Coming up the start/finish straight, I turn to the guy next to me and say "hey, turn 2, let's do this." Of course, in turn 2 some guy (I don't even remember what team, but he was on a black Cervelo) came around, so I took the opportunity to rest a bit and planned a move. Then coming up the start/finish straight with the lap counter turning over to 10, I went.
    10 to go:
    Attacked up the uphill part. Quickly opened up a gap. Got into the downhill section and could then take the corners much faster without the pack around me.
    9 to go:
    "Hey, at least it looks like I'll get that 2nd prime, which should be soon, right?" Over the PA: "NCVC trying to fly the flag off the front!"
    8 to go:
    Took the prime, for a certificate for a massage. Psyched.
    7 to go:
    Could hear Joe Jefferson talking about how I am considerably larger than the other cyclists.
    6-4 to go:
    Blank - was in the zone. Remember looking back and seeing the gap expand, then contract, then expand again. Saw Matt, sadly crashed out.
    3 to go:
    People screaming numbers at me. 18 seconds! 20 seconds! 15 seconds! Everybody yelling. "KEEP IT UP! JUST LIKE WASHINGTON COUNTY! YOU'VE GOT THIS, YOU'RE OUT OF SIGHT!" The crowd starts getting into it as I cross the start/finish.
    2 to go:
    It's my race. All I have to do is maintain focus. This was probably my slowest lap as the heat and the effort began to get the better of me.
    1 to go:
    This is it. Everything you've worked for. Every mile, every minute of time spent staring out at gray pavement is for this.
    0 to go:
    One of my teammates was kind enough to tell Joe Jefferson it was my birthday. He's yelling happy birthday over the PA, but I can only barely hear it because the crowd seems to be going nuts. Everyone screaming. Hands off the bars. Real victory salute. Everything hurts. No idea how I did it.

    Some disorganized thoughts:
    -I was not trying to attack solo. I wanted to bring somebody with me. But, it seemed that I picked the perfect time to do it - everyone was just "nnnnngh it's hot and we've been racing for 40 minutes." No one wanted to chase, and when they eventually tried, they couldn't stay organized enough, I guess.
    -Going off the front solo with 9 to go does not feel good. It is a miserable looming of "this is going to be painful and awful." But you do it anyways.
    -I really liked the course. Fast turns and space to recover.
    -Many thanks are due to my teammates, for the help they offered. It was tough out there.
    -Many thanks are also due to the many people (as I said above) who congratulated me. I met a lot of new people today, it was exciting.

    What a day. I can now feel my legs turning to stone. Thanks again, everybody.Source URL: http://megalotusfd3.blogspot.com/2010/06/
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Sports!

    So, I don't know a lot about soccer. I played when I was a kid. I think I may have even scored a goal once.

    But I have watched some soccer this week. USA! USA! USA! (Sad.)

    You know what I noticed in the last two games (vs. Algeria and Ghana)?

    Our guys were pretty constantly getting rocked. I understand soccer is a physical game. But why is it that the US' players weren't the ones who were slide-tackling people? Or stepping on their feet? Or drawing contact-related yellow cards? Or punching Clint Dempsey in the face?

    Every time I looked up, there was an Algerian player fouling Jozy Altidore, or a Ghanaian player just straight-up taking out one of our guys. Just seemed like we were getting, you know, jocked with.

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    Reston Town Center GP tomorrow. Doubling up. Get pissed. Feel fast of late.

    Had new LCD Soundsystem ("Dance Yrself Clean") stuck in my head for like 4 days straight.

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