Wednesday, September 25, 2013

When you promised to always sing my favorite song.

So passionate about words,
Mine flew along with the birds.
Reached you as the first morning chirp,
And stayed till your last breakfast burp.

Trained my letters to dance to your tune,
Asked the butterflies to let me watch you bloom.
From under the shade of the orange tree,
I sent happy thoughts for you with the bee.

You promised to always sing my favorite song,
You thought it right, but you said it wrong.
But every song, that for me you have sung,
Baby, you were my Rockstar, my number one!

I closed my hazel eyes, under the vanilla sky,
Lost for words to describe the exotic cry.
My euphoria did not last long,
For when I opened my eyes, you were gone!


I set off to find you across the violet fields,
My words tagged along planting seeds.
With the realization that you were lost,
My hands on my face, my eyes moist.

Every seed gave birth to a new note,
My words hummed them for me in the old boat.
But I sailed away for this was not your tune,
No music was your music, at least not so soon.


Monday, September 23, 2013

Vision of the inside, seeks just one - One Truth!

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Ambiguity in every step,
I walk along with my confused pet.

Truth is simple perfection,
Then why the frustrating complication?

Every tree of thought grew,
Rooted; but roots are branched too!

Sitting on one branch,
I wonder about the other ranch.

Eye to the world seeks colors in a ton,
Vision of the inside, seeks just one.

My perceived shades, what color really are you?
Will my outer eye ever unite with the inner truth?


Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Returning to the roots with Bhagavad Geeta (1.1)

It has been my wish to study the Bhagavad Geeta for a long time. Procrastinated enough. And i have finally made up my mind to pursue studying it seriously. And hence begins my column dedicated to this study on my blog. 


Hoping and wishing for the maximum understanding of this ocean of wisdom and knowledge. Even a few drops of this mighty ocean will surely cleanse my ignorant spirit. With a lot of excitement, i hereby begin this journey back to the roots, praying to the great divine consciousness to guide me through.

I came across this amazing site, where i am studying from - http://www.bhagavad-gita.org



Bhagwad Geeta (1.1)


Bhagavad Geeta is the compilation of the whole narration of what Lord Krishna instructs Arjuna in the battlefield in Mahabharata, as heard and seen by Sanjaya through the gift of clairvoyance he gets, as he informs Dhritarashtra, the blind king about the happenings on the battle field. This conversation between Dhritarashtra and Sanjaya was described to Arjuna's great grandson - Emperor Janamejaya by Vaisampayana Muni and the Bhagavad Geeta we study today is in this form.

In this very first verse, Dhritarashtra asks Sanjaya to tell him what is happening between his sons and the Pandavas who have gathered in Kurukshetra, the holy land of righteousness. By the way King Dhritarashtra addresses his sons as 'mamakah' (implying My Own Sons) and Pandu's sons as Pandavas, it shows that he does not treat the Five as his own. The elephant in the room however, is how the location of the battle field will influence the two sides. Would it's quality of righteousness compel the righteous Pandavas to give up the kingdom and go back to the forest or would it make the Kauravas realize their fraudulent behaviors and make peace with the Pandavas avoiding the bloodshed for a wrong cause.

My understanding here is that there is both good and bad in a person. And there is always a fight amongst the two. It's somehow easier to support the bad in us, knowing the good side is where one should be. But all the other wordly entities brainwash us otherwise. Circumstances is the battle field. How the entities around us influence us also matters.

Call me right, call me wrong,
But i hope you always sing a happy song.
No don't address me outside,
For i am deep within, come confide!


Tuesday, August 27, 2013

When sad, even tears leave you!


 Crude diamonds spotted,
Polished them with all my might.
Knowing throughout, that all my toil,
Reaped by someone, but me!

The moment i owned you,
Was the moment you weren't mine anymore!
I rather see you in soft hands,
A sophisticated neck or two.

Yes i loved, yes i laughed,
Yes you believed, yes you loved me back.
But then you left, and you forgot,
But i smiled, and for you i prayed.

Heart, the owner of my eyes,
Said a different story with my tears.
Confused, whether happy or sad,
But drop by drop, they left too!


After reading this poem, if you thought this was just another sad love poem, read again... think again!

Hint - Ask yourself what is love? And don't settle for the cliche.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Mystical Mountain of Love.

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A step to the left, two to the right,
They danced their way out of the crowd.

Taking that huge leap together,
To the faraway mountain that beckoned.

What awaited was a mystic land,
Silence guiding through the labyrinths.

Hand in hand, they ventured the wilderness,
Lost in the moment, fearing no beasts.

Treasure found in the beauty,
Destination was tagged nowhere. 

Happiness in seclusion, joy in peace,
Music found in each other's breath.

Paradise is in togetherness, they declared,
Promising their love with a kiss.

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Tired of facing problems for being a woman?
Tired of seeing the women in your life suffering?
Here is a chance to make a small difference,

Pen is mightier than a sword. So lift yours and join us in this movement - RAPE.

Visit this link to know more details about this initiative - 
RAPE : Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity 



Friday, August 2, 2013

That message in my sunset breeze.

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Late in the evening, long after sunset,
That cool breeze comes along with a message.
Loving whispers it carries, and plenty of kisses,
Sweet to the solitary heart in the night's passage.

Novels are written, fantasies explored,
Distance brings romance even out of a crush,
Beauty lies in the imagination,
Mind is your canvas, thoughts - your brush.

Sketching the dream, shading that secret,
Painting perfection, a task always easy in the head.
Reality dawns, come crack of first sunlight,
And then you go back sulking into your bed.

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Tired of facing problems for being a woman?
Tired of seeing the women in your life suffering?
Here is a chance to make a small difference,

Pen is mightier than a sword. So lift yours and join us in this movement - RAPE.

Visit this link to know more details about this initiative - 
RAPE : Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity 

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

RAPE - Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity

Silent fear, a part of your life,
Strength you find in keeping mum.
Leering eyes learned to be ignored,
Indignant words, pretended to be unheard.

Every step, a little death inside,
Eulogy to those moments, never given.
Wings grew, but fluttered helpless,
Trials of flight meant losing walk.

Respect taught to the respected,
Lessons to the disrespectful never preached.
Hollow words in school you heard,
Practice in reality never seen.

Crushed by wrong, right was left behind,
Picking up pace, but stamped upon.
Hurt was seen, eyes turned blind,
Bloodied hands, hidden and painted red.

You screamed a thousand times inside
The others screamed right back at you.
You looked at that brother, that friend, and thought-
Why can i not live like him?

The 'wo' of a woman was never wooed,
Force and display of strength looked easier.
Every gesture gave you a million death,
And forced life into your womb.

Star of your eye, a constant pinch,
Memories of the unfortunate never goes away.
That howl, that whip, that constant prick,
Just like another breaking of twig now.

You stopped voicing your voice,
You stopped crying those tears.
You accepted misery as fate,
You died wishing never to be born again!


(Watch this 4:43 min long video before proceeding with the post please.)

Women, especially in India, have grown up mostly with 'cultures', 'values' and 'morals'. The same which apparently do not apply to men. How can something be right for one gender, and not for another in a world where every single person is a human first and then a man or a woman?

Imagine the scenario, where women gather in gangs at the corner of your street, and mock, pass comments at guys passing by. As wrong as it is, be it a man or a woman, the society would blame the girls for being so MANLY! Do we take this action as a quality of manhood? Or should we even accept this? When the scenario is reversed, what happens? The girl comes home, getting teased on the street and is screamed at by the family for not having a dupatta covering her face. Either asked to come earlier than that, or asked to take a different route.. while the real culprits rejoice their misused freedom.

But WHY is the question! A scenario is either wrong or right. It cannot be right for someone if it's wrong for the other. With increasing harassment women face, be it in villages, towns or cities, an action is needed. An awareness is a must. We have grown in a society which has made us accept certain rules for granted, which when defied tags you to being uncharacteristic/shameless. And we have gotten used to abiding to it so much that we have forgotten that it is wrong! We have forgotten that we do not have to abide by these absolutely illogical rules and regulations. 

Here, the awareness is to be spread in men and women alike. A man has to learn to respect the sanctity of a woman. She deserves every single thing in life that he thinks he himself deserves from this life. A woman has to learn to be strong and stand up and demand for what is her's. It's always the survival of the fittest. If you are not fit, try to be. If you're trying, then go ahead and be one!

Many women are either scared because of their circumstances or the atmosphere they have been brought up in. Maybe you will not see a change in your life. But for your posterity, be willing to be the collateral damage for a greater good! Be that hook in the chain that transforms the black beads of despair to the white pearls of freedom.

Be it one little step at a time, but take it! And don't go back. God could not have given a life to anyone if he thought we did not have the strength to work it out for us. When the ball is in your court, seize the day. If not, then seize the ball..!!!

And for all the men out there who are fighting along with us, the women in your life will cherish you, respect you, bless you and love you. And to those who are still sick, ailing with the terrible unfortunate illness of being a male chauvinist nitwit that you are, We, the Women, still wish well while we say to you - "Get Well Soon!"

The video is a part of the movement we have started as a part of KnowYourStar for transforming the life of women. Dwar is not just a movement, but as the name itself suggests is The-War against all the social ailments our society is suffering from and needs immediate eradication. This virus has spread to the roots of our society and we need the cooperation of every person living, to help in destroying it.

This particular series of videos in Dwar - Winning Women is a part of our RAPE initiative.


Visit this link to know more details about this initiative - 
RAPE : Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity 

How you can contribute? Pen is mightier than a sword. So,

Why Don’t You Join The Movement…

1. Write an article/poem related to Women & Women Empowerment and post in your blog.
2. Link back to the article at this link - http://knowyourstar.com/rape/ with a hyperlink so your readers and friends can join us if they are interested.
3. Enter your name and link into the Linky widget. (It should be the post link, and not your blog link in general. In your blog, click on the post title. The URL in the address bar would be the post link.).
4. Read and enjoy as many of the other writers as well. When you read more, most of them return to read yours.
5. Don’t miss this golden chance to impact the society! Let’s change it for better!
 


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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Reassembling you...


In the whispers of a rainy night, crickets give still company
Rustling leaves outside flip my rustling pages backwards.

Revisiting broken land, an idea never so good,
Reaching those cold silver gates, take no step further.

What lies hidden in that beautiful stretch, is an ugly memory.
The unexposed fangs of the shining monster.

Lose the key, and run back to safety,
One click of the lock, and a land of no return.

 Every night I visit, those sullen lanes of no hope,
But the faraway glinting eyes of the monster, still a beauty!

I sit just outside those strong gates, and look deep inside,
The keys dangle in those pockets, but hands dare not move.

The mind holds the key, while the lock calls out to my heart,
Possession of thoughts, inheritance of a lifetime.

Days to months to years, key slips down to the heart,
Opening the lock never appealed so much before.


Before I knew, I ran into the beyond of the past,
Fell again, bruised again, brushed again and I ran.

Out of all the preciousness, locked for ages,
Was the most valuable possession, turned stone over time.

It speaks a language common to commoners,
But mum to me, mad at me, stone for me!

And will always be, until it breaks, it crumbles,
And I will still be there, picking those pieces like I once did.

From those burnt pages turned to ash, I shall polish you.  
Those words still haunt in every smoke.

Reassembling you, is letting history repeat.
Reassembling you, is like killing myself.

Reassembling you, is scheming my doom.
Reassembling you, is a mistake repeated.

But reassemble you, I will.
Because, I love you still.



Monday, July 22, 2013

Doodhsagar Falls - When I fell for the fall !!!

When five people decided to get together for old times' sake and relive the past fun, there were conflicting debates about When was the right time and more about Where was the right place. Once the When and Where was decided, How followed smoothly and then we were left with just pure anticipation.

Kulem Station, Goa
The day arrived and I met my first goofy friend and tagged along with him to meet the goofier ones ;) Hugs were exchanged in the car and a few moments and giggles later, the feeling finally sunk in that we were TOGETHER again! After a sumptuous dinner, saving the food on my plate from 'certain' pesky friends, followed by the Natural's dessert, and a certain rib-tickling ATM incident, we set off to the Udupi Railway Station.

After a pretending-to-sleep ride to Madgaon in Goa and waking up the alarm-guy to shut his alarm, followed by waking all other sleepyheads, we got off the train looking for some good breakfast early in the morning. A disappointing idli-sambar and a 'you-call-that-chutney?' later, we were back on a noisy train to Kulem station in Goa. Pictures clicked, videos shot and mind-boggling-hilarious ideas conceived, and before we knew it, we were off the train and on the Black Bolero to the beautiful Dudhsagar Spa Resort where we had reservations.

A beautiful place welcomed us and a check-in and welcome-cocum-drink later, we set off towards the tents booked for us. It was one of the best rooms I had ever been to until we checked out the washroom area without curtains!!! Well, now how we managed to survive that will need an altogether new post. LOL. Anyway, we left the cozy tents with great difficulty after coaxing each other and set off to find some decent lunch (yes now we had brought down our expectations from good to decent after the disastrous breakfast!).

Dudhsagar Spa Resort
With no ATMs around for about 22 kms, we had a genius mind among us working on withdrawing cash from a bank without the cheque book! The lunch was surprisingly extremely yummy, finger-licking really. A fresh plate of hot cross buns with mattar(peas) bhaji and water-tea. At that point, nothing had ever tasted better to our hungry bellies.

And then we started on THE trek to the Doodhsagar Falls that awaited us at a distance of about 13 kms from the Kulem station. One bag pack with snacks, fruits and one bottle of water, windcheaters on and umbrellas at handy, the Five began their hike at a time that was suggested as not-so-ideal by many. It was 1pm on our watches, and the aim was to reach within 4pm, so we could catch a train back at 4.30pm! Missing that train would mean trekking back through the dense jungle at night with no lights whatsoever with just one torch and a few mobile support!

With a rush of adrenaline and convincing ourselves that we will make it in time, we set off over the railway tracks. With every passing sharp pebble, every slip, every fall, there was absolutely no drop in our enthusiasm as we hiked on, admiring the beauty that surrounded us through that beautiful evergreen forest. The clear creeks, the mini waterfalls, the colorful leaves, the passing trains - it was an experience to cherish.

Passing those pitch dark tunnels, praying we do not encounter animals or snakes inside, we moved ahead debating whether we were walking through clouds or fog, when we encountered the first view of the divine. We had reached the view point of DoodhSagar Falls. The exhilaration that followed was epic! All the dropped energy levels rose to the highest. We watched and watched as the water flowed like milk, apt to its name. The parting clouds, the glimpse of the peak point from where the falls originated, to our eyes was magical. It looked like the clouds melted into milk directly from heaven!

And to place a cherry on the cake, a train passed the bridge as we watched. A scene to behold. So magical like it were the Hogwarts express from Harry Potter! In a while, the same train passed us by and we realized that this was the train we were supposed to catch on our way back!!! With this missed, our only hope was to catch a good's train that might pass if we were lucky enough.

But nothing could dampen our spirits then. With energies replenished and maddening excitement, we couldn't wait anymore to reach THE falls. With longer steps and increased pace, we hiked on, and one final tunnel later, finally reached the bridge at DoodhSagar Falls. Standing right in front of it, with arms wide open, we screamed our hearts out. As the water sprayed over us, I felt joy like never before. I could not take my eyes off the roaring falls. The magnanimity of this gigantic beauty was one of a kind. It was bliss!!! When my friend quoted - "If on earth there is a Paradise of Bliss, it is this, it is this, it is this!", nothing could have been more true at that moment.

I sat on the bench, placed a few steps below the bridge with the direct view of the falls. From there, all i did was look up to this mesmerizing beauty. I was hypnotized! I was rooted to that place. I closed my eyes and the next few moments, there was Me, there was the Roar and there was Silence. My head was the clearest it ever was. In those few moments I experienced truth, I experienced happiness, iIexperienced emptiness, I experienced BLISS! I wondered later whether this was how I felt when I was born when my mind was a clean slate. In a way, I was born again in those few moments. I was rejuvenated!

After this encounter with the divine, we walked towards the DudhSagar Station, where a goods train's engine was expected. We ate our snacks in peace in that tranquil ambience, while we waited for the engine. I was tempted to walk back that 1/2 a km and behold that magnificence again. I hadn't gotten enough of it yet. My wish was fulfilled on our ride back standing on the side of the goods train's engine. It was ecstatic! In fact the whole ride back was! It drizzled all the way back and we screamed louder than the horn that the engine blasted. It took our experience to a whole different level.

Watching the wet forest as the sun set, was like looking into an enchanted land. I looked for fireflies, which would have made it perfect, but when I couldn't I just imagined them there.

I was with the best of friends I ever made, I had just experienced a miracle of life, I was in the state of mind I had yearned for years, I was talking to a friend who understood all of this and probably felt the same and in my mind I took a snapshot of that precise moment and tagged it as 'Perfection'!

(I can't thank my friends enough for making this trip happen. Aditi, for being the chirpy happy darling that you are.. AD, for the hyper cheery state you were in, hanging out with you has always been a joy.. JD, for being someone I can share all my thoughts with and knowing you'll understand.. Suppy, for getting us all together constantly and making us the Perfect group that we are! I love you guys!!! You're just awwwww-sum!!!
P.S. I bet you read it in our new tune! :P If not, you will now! :D)


To read my poem written for the same experience, please visit - 

Fireflies complete my magical epiphany.



Thursday, July 18, 2013

Fireflies complete my magical epiphany.







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There have been some moments in my life, when the magnanimity of things/people around me made me feel so little. Those were the moments I forgot who I was, and rejoiced the miracle of life!


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The blinding fog, the unraveling secrecy,
Who's to say I cannot read your presence.

There are sparks of my golden hope,
But by the friction of those dark stones.

I see light in your shadow,
Spot shade in that brilliance.

In those eyes, I see my poem being woven,
In that heart, I see my dreams come true.

An unspoken language you speak to me with,
Spoken communication never touched your mark.

Holding my hand and leading me,
But letting go when it's my turn. 

Letting me shine in the enchanted land,
Hiding your silver armor behind that golden tree.

Listen, someday just walk along in silence,
Let that breeze send my thoughts yonder. 

Let me discover my restlessness in your calm,
And find my solace in that roar.

Imagination completes that last missing piece,
Fireflies complete my magical epiphany.



To read my mystical travelogue about my hike to DoodhSagar falls, the experience which inspired this poem, please visit -

Doodhsagar Falls - When I fell for the fall !!!



Sunday, May 19, 2013

Saving many lives, by treating one!

As kids, we all have had something in common. We all had a dream. A dream which was not influenced by money, success or competition, but a product of pure interest and a wild imagination. As we grew up, our priorities changed and we chose different paths, some drawn by ourselves and some led/forced by others for us. And a handful of them stuck to their childhood dream, driven by that passion. 

Like every other kid, i had my own dreams and ideas about what i wanted to grow up to be. It fluctuated and changed from time to time, but one thing never changed. It's the fact that i never wanted to be a doctor!!! As i grew up, i have always been confused about what i want to be, but i have been very sure of what i do NOT want to be! Shocking???

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 Don't misunderstand me already!!! Medical field is the most noble area one could ever enter. The job description of doctors? Well.. i think its beyond description. Trying to define a doctor's job is like trying to find God, while i'm still apprehensive about the latter. The reason I did not want to be one, is because i'm extremely sensitive to blood and faint at the slightest sight of it. Not a good quality for someone who looks into a person's wounds. I choose to function like a heart doctor in a very different way! 

Anyway, coming back to dreams. Most of us are fortunate enough to have time to make them come true. Whether we choose to make it happen or not is irrelevant here, but there are millions of unfortunate people out there who are either just sick, or hurt, or counting their last days or breathing their last. What about their dreams, their wishes??? They die along!


So my point is when the medical personnels save a life, they're not just restoring a human being, but they also end up restoring hope in these people, that it's still not over. There is still a possibility for them to live their lives to the fullest. Because at the end, it doesn't matter to people how much they earned, or how old they are. These are just numbers. What matters is how much they loved, how much they were loved and how much they truly lived! 

Just imagine a life with no hospitals, no doctors, no medicines.. death would be lurking around the corners!!! We aren't unaware of the struggle these doctors go right from the start. First, the whole seat securing process, with the huge fees, and then the burning of the midnight oil with books that get thicker everyday. And as if that wasn't enough, more studies for specialized degrees. 

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And the studying doesn't end there. Doctors have a very rich learning curve. With every new case, is a new challenge, a new diagnosis, a new treatment for every person is different and so is their internal/external system. Text book knowledge isn't enough, they need to keep themselves updated with the findings as and when they are found! Just looking after your case isn't enough, more case studies to be done. And all this just so that some lives be saved, some wounds be healed, some sicknesses be cured.

There are no limits to the wishes of people. And hospitals like Apollo help keep them alive. They help them wish for more. They don't just touch the patients physically, but they touch their lives. Not just their's, but that of their whole family, that of their loved ones. When a person dies, a part dies in every person close to him/her. So when this person is saved, they are in fact saving more than one life in that operation theatre.

As my blog screams, i believe in magic and i believe that Miracles Happen. But i would say i believe in this profession more!!! Here's wishing everyone a very healthy, wealthy life. Saying my Adios with this haiku that follows - 

Few dreaded moments
Almost on the other side
Beauty of life known





This post is written for the contest hosted by Indiblogger, conducted by the Apollo Hospitals. Click on the link to know more about their cutting-edge medical care.



Saturday, April 27, 2013

Same or similar? - Haiku 'X'

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Duplicate or not
Burning hell or blue heaven
Same or similar









I sometimes feel Hell and Heaven are the same place, but perceived differently. It's like the same world that we all live in is described as 'beautiful' by some and 'big bad' by others!!!


This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'XEROX'.


Thursday, April 25, 2013

Rejuvenated outburst - Haiku 'W'

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Magical land awaits
Flabbergasted reaction
Earthly glamor

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Plunge in the clear
Sparkling water freezes
Rejuvenated outburst



This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'WATERFALL'.

Book Review - Tantra

Book title : Tantra
Author : Adi
Published by : Apeejay Stya Publishing

Anu is a leather wearing, no-nonsense professional guardian with a reputation for killing the most dangerous vampires in New York City. But when her enemies murder the one person she truly cared about, all she wants is vengeance. The only clue points to New Delhi, so Anu puts in for a job transfer.
In India, she finds more than she expected. For one thing, her fellow operatives have made a truce with the vampires. For another, it’s way too hot to wear leather.
At first, it seems Anu’s biggest challenge will be evading the nice boys her aunt wants her to marry. But when children start disappearing, she discovers forces older and darker than anything she’s faced before. All of Delhi is in danger, especially the sexy stranger who sets Anu’s pulse racing.
To prepare for the coming battle, Anu must overcome her personal demons and put aside years of training. This time, her most powerful weapon will come from her mind, not her weapons belt.




India is more about ghosts and spirits. Those are the thrillers we usually expect. But the author has taken a pretty fresh take here in terms of Indian standards by introducing vampires, that too in a place like Delhi. We have been familiar with the blood-suckers, the human ones here in the capital city, but not the vampire version of it!

The lead Anu is a fearless 'pardesi ladki' who comes to India with a transfer from her Guardian circle to combat the vampires of India. Her own secret mission based on pure vengeance is what she has to hide, while she targets the vampire kingdom in India. All the adjusting that takes for a person on coming to India is well verbalized.

The juxtaposition of mythology that screams India and the fantasy of vampires which is a new territory is mentionable. The idea is pretty fresh and surely attracts readers. I like the way the author has also put in fragments of Indian culture in parts where Anu has to keep mailing her mother, as formal may it be; about her well-being and her aunt trying to get her to tie a knot with an Indian guy.

The dry humor is refreshing and different from most Indian authored-novels. Being a reader who has her own reservations about books like these, i would say the book was different, but failed to grip me to it as i expected. The beginning could have been better to keep the attention of the reader intact because i had to compel myself for the beginning pages.

But overall, an interesting read for readers who are fascinated by the world of fantasy, and vampires in particular, because imagining a place like Delhi we know crawling with vampires, with a lady-hunter set to hunt them down is an adventurous thought!!!


Price : Rs.195
Pages : 335
My Rating : 2 on 5

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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Tremors of memory - Haiku 'V'

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Aghast moments lived
Trembling touch, raped spirit
Tremors of memory

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Her fuming rage
Outlet is now open
Volcano of emotions









With India fighting its battle for the deserved justice for women, I hereby take the opportunity to do my bit to spread the message of awareness among the people of the world. 

When a person is raped, the body heals and the pain forgotten with time, but the person is scarred for life mentally. The trauma is more mental, than physical. The helplessness, the fear, the feeling of betrayal by own kith and kin, by fellow people, the lack of humanity, the lack of respect, the feeling of being treated as a use-and-throw toy is damaging, in more ways than one. 

Please understand the gravity of the situation and learn to be humans. There is no place for savages in this world. The cruelty is not tolerable anymore. The pride lies in Being Human, being respectable, being a good citizen, a caring person and not in forcing your man-power over a woman. That's not a symbol of your manly-hood, but a sign of cowardice and shamelessness.

I hope a day comes, when a woman does not have to think twice before making a new guy friend. I'm lucky and thankful for having men in my life who understand these sentiments. And i pray the divine, that every girl in this world feels the same safety as i do, with every other guy in this world!


This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'VOLCANO'.




The video is a part of the movement we have started as a part of KnowYourStar for transforming the life of women. Dwar is not just a movement, but as the name itself suggests is The-War against all the social ailments our society is suffering from and needs immediate eradication. This virus has spread to the roots of our society and we need the cooperation of every person living, to help in destroying it.

This particular series of videos in Dwar - Winning Women is a part of our RAPE initiative.


Visit this link to know more details about this initiative - 
RAPE : Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity 

How you can contribute? Pen is mightier than a sword. So,

Why Don’t You Join The Movement…

1. Write an article/poem related to Women & Women Empowerment and post in your blog.
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Uprooted soul - Haiku 'U'



Identity crisis
Uprooted soul
No sense of belongingness
 

 When there is a significant change, we often encounter a feeling of confusion. Stepping out of our comfort zones can be challenging, but growth always lies outside it. Not in the case of trees though. They are meant to grow and prosper in the place they first spread their roots!

This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'UPROOT'.


Snake heads rise in fury - Haiku 'T'

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Snake heads rise in fury
Stuck, stagnant with fear
Inevitable strikes



This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'TSUNAMI'.


Sunday, April 21, 2013

When the colors merge to two - Haiku 'S'

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Pitch dark forever?
Brightness chasing black shadows
White enlightenment

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Face direct sun's wrath
Instant clarity on life
Colors merge to two






The other day as i was riding back from office in the evening, there came a time, a few minutes, when the sun was right in front of me, blinding me to an extent that i could hardly see where i was going. Everything turned black and white. The colorful street merged into two colors.

And then it hit me... Probably this is what happens to people who have attained enlightenment or close! Every aspect of life would be clear to them. No doubts. It's either true or false. White or black. Right or wrong.

I only experienced a thought about enlightenment, which set me wondering how much clarity these people must see the world in..!!!


This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'SHADOW'.



Looks down over sweaty palms - Haiku 'Q'

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Elegant she stands
Looks down over sweaty palms
Pride has a bad fall










Sometimes we achieve great heights, thanks to the help others provide us, in every little way. But on reaching our goal, we should never forget the factors that helped. Make sure no arrogance or pride gets into your head. Coz, as history is proof, every pride has a great fall, sooner or later!


This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. Catching up with the prompt i missed - 'QUTUB MINAR'.



Saturday, April 20, 2013

Dew of sea blue - Haiku 'R'

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Dew of sea blue
Purpose in existence 
She now remembers first love 

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Beads of beauty
Jokily poking her brain cells
His arms, finally!










Just read some info about rosemary which i did not know. These plants along with decorative purposes, are used for medical reasons for a good memory. Also called as 'The dew of the Sea' since these plants can also grow at places where there is no water available, just with the humidity the sea wind carries. 



This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'ROSEMARY'.


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Thirsty beside a spring - Haiku 'P'

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Society, his desert
Footsteps on sand disowned
Harsh windy treatment

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Seek oasis of love
Thirsty beside a spring
Burning pariah




This Haiku is written for the April A2Z Heights at Haiku Heights. The prompt for today is 'PARIAH'.