Scattered Thoughts

Saturday, 21 October 2017

Normal Days #75

Human

One of the most amazing feelings I experienced today, in fact just now, gave me a slight hope and made me happy about myself. You know in today's world the most missed adventure is that we don't love ourselves. I know we say it a lot in our social media posts, we write and read about it almost every day but when we think about it, we usually either are very selfish or totally oblivious to what loving ownself means. I do not know if I love myself or not or the technicalities of the definitions set by the world of many things but I do know that I am a selfish person. A very selfish person.

No this is not one of my self-loathing posts. On the contrary today I wanted to share or tell my future self, that I still am a lil bit of human inside, not all corrupt or soulless or without morale as I project myself to others or they get the perception or whatever. I still read, though not as quite earnestly but I get by. Today when I was re-reading Without Words by Ms. Ellen O'Collenn I felt the same what I had felt when I read it the last time and it gave me hope, it gave me this feeling, a certain degree of happiness that yes I feel. I feel the pain for others, I feel this feeling of longing, the feeling to belong to someone, the feeling of loneliness and most importantly the feeling of letting go. I felt all of these feelings and before I become the person I am today, I wanted to save these dying pulses for forever so that when I would be so far along on the road of never coming back to the light again, I would know that once upon a time my heart wrenched and it was a very good feeling.

So, to my future self, read this when the world will point fingers at you and call you all kind of bad names and you go into the rabbit hole of self-hatred and rejoice in the fact that you are a very good person and those you love they can always count on you when it matters.

My Next Thirty Years

(To be Contd..)

Thursday, 9 March 2017

Normal Days #74

This One's for the Girls

So..women's day, huh?
All day you will receive texts alerts from subscription services, emails from the advertisement agencies, texts from your girl fraternities, well this I am writing from Abu Dhabi so here is already March 9th, the next day and it has all boiled down to another day.

Yeah it was women's day y'day?
"So what?" One of my colleague said to another, "I still had to cook, get kids ready for school & come to my male chauvinist pig boss?"

So this write will be about you girls, I have to write it for me to remind me the agendas and the theories we form for the welfare of certain sections of society believing we are doing 'em shit load of good but by the end of the day we exploit 'em in every which way we can, or blatantly ignore 'em of their existence. And forgive me of this write would be all over the place. Or don't. I don't care, judge me all you want. I'm right here.

First of all a lil background about the situation at my home where I grew up:

When a tragedy happened my mums came back to her place to live with her folks, I was 3 she was 28. I had influence of my granny (my mums mother) and my mother my whole life. The era in which I grew up in I think all the western folks thought about our country as underdeveloped and poor and everything in b'ween. But let me tell you one thing, in our culture women generally have all the power. At home, be it a mother, wife or daughter. She has all the say in EVERY. SINGLE. THING. But I guess daughters have power no matter what is the culture. No man at my home could deny any one of 'em anything.
Anyway, I ain't saying that we are perfect but since ages we have been worshipping women or Aadi Shakti (Immortal Power) of women. This concept of equality and/or staying with men baffles me really.

या देवी सर्वभुतेषु शक्तिरूपेण संस्थिता
नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः।।  


I mean you guys are the one who give us birth, you are the one nurturing us, loving us, taking care of us and you want validation from men to say that you are equal to us? Really? The ones who can't figure the life 'emselves, you want approval from that species?

I thought you guys are intelligent. But then thanks to media and all that crazy stuff they keep telling women about not being equal. C'mon we men are slobs, pls don't compete or think us as a standard. We are uncivilized brutes, animals. Just be yourself.

Also this is my personal opinion, you can hate me for that:
My mother is MA Hindi &  has a degree in Education
My wife is MA Sanskrit & an MBA
My cousin sis is MBA in finance other one is doing MBBS

but in the end they take care of their homes, coz behind every successful man there is always a woman. I love it that way. They love it that way. That doesn't mean they are powerless or stupid or dumb. At my place it means they govern every thing related to us but our offices (sometimes even that also). Scary, huh?

I don't want their identities to lose in proving 'emselves to the world while they can make the home a better place to live, filled with love & laughter rather than work related tensions and worrying about the next promotion or meeting.

So Happy Women's Day to every single one out there. Love & respect from a guy who still is a lil traditional and orthodox in his approach. And I bow down to your divinity.

Independent Women

(To be Contd..)

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Normal Days #73

The Circle of Life

So, 2017, eh? After all that happened last year from Oil crisis, to ISIS getting stronger, for some ppl Mr. Trump got elected, it was, well, to say at least a very happening year.
Resolutions? For me?
Like Calvin said in Calvin & Hobbes: I am perfect the way I am, I don't need the change.

So what now? This year sure brings us some new challenges, new hopes, new dreams to see & live, new destinations to explore, read new books, learn new language, pray, try new dishes and blah, blah, blah you have already read and being advised about.

But I want you to do one of these thing from the above list try to think yourself in a bigger picture. Pls leave your body for a minute, go up there in space and see the situation of this planet and of universe in general. Pls be the responsible person for yourself, plant some trees, there are always lesser trees anway.
Try to talk to animals, it might sound crazy, but they do listen. Try to talk to ocean, the rivers, sky, stars ask 'em what they think of you and then you will know whatever you think of yourself is not relative to that bigger picture. In simple words you, I, this whole human race is nothing. Well we all know it and yet we think of ourselves the ultimate being. So it is about time we do something like that. Like save the environment, the animals, the eco-system.

Too heavy? Well that is why I waited for the festivities of New Year to worn  out first.
See? I did my bit here. C'mon wake up move your lazy ass.


Help yourself coz acc. to Mufasa (Lion King): so we are all connected in the great circle of life.

And most important of all, LOVE. Fall in love with yourself and me too. I'm a lovable person, well I sure think of myself that way, and sing these lines to me

जानती हो हिन्दी में प्यार के कितने अक्षर,
बोल दो मेरी ख़ातिर प्यार के दो ही अक्षर


(How many words of love do you know in Hindi, speak just two words of love for me)

I'm waiting..

My Love..My Love
(To be Contd..)

Monday, 28 November 2016

Normal Days #72

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Well, I'll be damned. ;)

I know what you are thinking or what you think that I want you to think. Wait, I don't want this write to be confusing. This is about my love for wild, wild west. God I have been crazy about this era since I read Eyes of Silver, Eyes of Gold by Ellen O'Connell. I always wanted to witness those scattered town, the rail-roads, the words which were scarce too like the vegetation, the salons, the mercantile, every single thing.

I am just fascinated by that and watching the western movies like crazy. Thank God for Clint Eastwood. And thank the Hollywood for those magical days.

You know when I read those books I wanted 'em to never end and same is with movies. Honestly I don't like movies based on books, except The Godfather & The Ultimate Gift, those two are exceptions. Anyway, I am glad that the movies I am watching are all just, there is just one word for it, perrrrrrfect.

The scene in movie Pale Rider where in the end the shooting happens, the ultimate thing is no one speaks before & after the shooting, no heavy dialogues, no prologue or epilogue, just shoot, shoot, shoot, end of the story. Every thing was same as I had pictured in mind while I was reading the books. Equines, even the animals felt like they are right out from the book and the dreams I saw about that era.

The love, even the love is magical. You know, no one speaks of it & yet you feel it radiating in that silence. God I am happy. Every night I sleep better coz the next evening I am travelling to those duty roads, less travelled towns, hot trains and when I'd see you I'd tip my cowboy hat towards you. Well, in my case my helmet, as I'm at offshore :P

Howdy ma'am.

(To be Contd..)

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Normal Days #71

Can't Win 'em All

Changing..Everything is changing. Around me, concerning me, not concerning me, even I am changing. The question is, is all this change for good?

I do not know. It has been so long, so much has happened and is still happening. Governments have been changed, countries are being pushed, I guess it was always happening I was just being an ostrich about it.

And there is one change which no one talks about, any guesses? Well let me tell it anyway, climate change?

Something is going on and it is worrisome coz no one is talking about it and you know you are in trouble when no one speaks about it anywhere. The normal population attention is not being directed towards this issue so there must be something weird going on. Is there any way to know?

Of course there is. Follow the websites, articles, organizations talking about the climate, the adverse situation and are really, really worried. And when you will go through those you will realize everything else is so trivial in comparison.

So, leave this world a better place when you go for your future generations.

Ain't Nuthin'

(To be Contd..)

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Normal Days #70

Rap God

Today I am contemplating life, all what I have become, from what I was and what I will be. Also what I will leave behind when I will go after I had played my part, in the play being directed/ supervised/ arranged by God. I have done many bad things in this life, worse also and then there are some of which I am truly ashamed of, but then I always feel like I am seeking redemption for all those things but somehow karma finds me and says "hey buddy, you know who is the boss?"

So, if you find me silent, sitting in a corner, minding my own business and yet fully aware of how pathetic your self made life and goals sound, kindly spare me the self righteous lecture of yours. Coz no matter what I have done and what I will do I am dead sure that I am much closer to God than you ever will be.

In my life there are many things I am proud of, and proud is in the sense of I think I am the best and it is all coz of me. Let me explain to all you feeble minded ppl.

First of all, I am proud that I am a Brahmin, a Hindu. If someone says that it was God who made me this, well then, why didn't He made you one? You can argue that you are the best and all the crap but then I might ignore you coz you just can't see the bigger picture here.

Don't worry most of the normal human being don't. So smile and keep on living your ridiculously plain life and pretend you are the king or whatever. Like I said I don't give a damn.

Secondly, I am proud of my mums, whom I have not chosen also, God did that for me. And if you know me even a lil bit you would know there can be no other woman on this planet like her. So rest assured there is no trouble that can touch me in this world. Nothing.

Third, I am a very spiritual / religious person. I will not elaborate on that. You can't take that honesty. Neither you have the spine nor you have the balls to handle that much of me.

I can keep on going but I think you get the picture, yes?
And if not well, like I said keep on living most of the population does anyway.

Me?

I am the God

Rap God

(To be Contd..)

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Normal Days #69

Welcome To The Jungle

If you ever get a chance pls do see a scaffolder working on a Oil Well Head Tower. But wait, you can not, I mean those who are not in oil & gas industry won't have this chance. I feel sorry for your loss because you'd never witness the great ocean spread around you under the infinite blue skies, smell of it filling your mind, the flora & fauna and amongst all this wilderness there are some ppl who do this amazing work of scaffolding. (You can check the YouTube). The sad part is they are the one who are the most underpaid.

Harshness of life, eh?

So, why am I suddenly bothered with all this? Coz since I joined here in 2013 y'day was my first chance to witness the uninstallation of boat fender from a WHT and it was a scary experience. There it was blue spread all around me and all mechanical & technical stuff flowing through. It is my habit to detach myself from the moment and visualize it from outside my body, it is a metaphysical thing you simpler minds don't worry about it, I felt it in my heart how lucky I am to be able to view, to participate in this. This complexity of oil industry, the depth of it and also the politics ;)

Well sometimes it gives me a sense of pride also that I can visit any office in the world but to visit my office, forget about it. I'm there, where normal living ppl, 9-5 job they can't come. So, just stand by the sidelines, think how awesome my job is, or not, you can just pretend that having 6 months paid vacations is nothing compared to what you're doing of course.

Too egotistical for your taste? Guess what? I don't give a crap!

I'm feeling specially great today, I don't know why. I can take on anyone and anything now. I'm arrogant, I'm stubborn, I've a temper, I don't give a single fuck what you think of me, the world is under my feet today. Today I'm the God. No, wait. I'm always the God.

So, if you think that you're being loved and being fucked right, I guess you deserve that. Not everyone can have me. So, settle with whom you have. I am going to pretend that your life is great.

Me? I'm on top of the world and by the grace of God I'll stay there.

All The Small Things

(To be Contd..)

Friday, 15 April 2016

Normal Days #68

Sultans Of Swing

I don't know what to write today but there is this feeling that I must coz I love to write. When I'd grow old I'd love to read how important I thought every silly thing was.

What about life? Shall I write about that? But no it'd be too heavy for a day like this. It is raining here.
 

It is from the other day. You can see the faint rainbow and I always loved me some rainbows. Always. Being a science student I know it is all reflection, refraction & dispersion of light and what not, yet the dreamer in me doesn't let go the part where I believe that at the end of this rainbow is the pot of gold.

So today I'll appreciate all those lil things, all these happiness which I can witness, all the greatness surrounding me which I breathe in daily. The vastness, the limits, the microscopic being to giant dinosaurs. Sometimes I wish there were dinosaurs who would eat p ppl who eat animals and give the reason God created 'em for us to eat. I hate ppl.

Well like I said today will be about good things. Fewer ppl, more animals. Sometimes I wish I could understand the language of every animal. I know it'd be so hard to survive coz of the misery they all face, and of course the constant noise, the ever present noise no silence at all would be deafening too but may be we would adjust that way then. I don't know.

The only thing I know that today I'm feeling too much. And all what I said up there..let it be just some random thoughts coz I can't say 'em aloud for everyone to hear.

 Bad Habits

(To be Contd..)

Monday, 11 April 2016

Normal Days #67

Coming Alive

If you have read my blog post which I wrote last year about the sea survival training which I had to go through you know how scared I was of it. And as I'm writing this post you also know that I've come alive from that experience and for next 5 years I'm free of any more of that ordeal.

Why would I start my write with that thought? You must be wondering, you are not concerned with all that, right? But trust me it was the scariest experience of my life. And of course it is my blog I can write whatever I want.

The other thing which is worrying me is downsizing which is going in offshore industry coz of oil prices plunging down. I'm worried, I won't lie here. I hope I get through this phase. Pray for me if you're reading this, send a small prayer up there. And that's why my all heart isn't in here to write something. This constant nagging has me worried. I want to come alive from this phase too.

Damn the world politics!

OK, let's calm down a bit but in my case there is no such thing. I'm either this way or that way. Oh! in case you are wondering why a talented guy like me is worried let me tell you talent has nothing to do with that. All you have to have is approach (I don't know a single guy), you've to be good with ppl  (hahaha..you must be kidding..me? good with ppl?), or someone's relative. Alas! I fail in all those criteria, very badly too.

I know this was to be about you my krasivaya but trust me I need your support and love and what not now.

So hold my hand, hold me to you, hold me tight and never let go. I'll always be hoping.

(To be Contd..)

Sunday, 6 March 2016

Normal Days #66

The Man I Want To Be

Here I am. Writing for you, for the love I have for you and praying that one of these days you'll feel it in my smiles, my actions and most importantly in the words I write just for you. Coz baby it's only words..and words are all I have to take your heart away..

Being said that I'm on a road to recovery and I'm praying to God that you'll feel it in your heart that how much I love you. There are times when I wish I was there listening to your voice saying my name, the way you used to say it. A lil sweet, a lil different accent and with a lot of love. That is the thing I remember the most. I cherish that voice of yours. I go back in time and be in that moment again and again. I still remember it, like it is happening now, I was standing in my cabin by my bed and you were talking to me. God! I wish, I just wish to go there and kiss you right there and then. Kiss you like I'd die without you, like to be in you, you know, like I'd cease to exist if I'm not in you, my mouth covering yours, your arms around me and your soft sighs mixed with my name melting on my tongue.

I want that.

I want to love you, only you. I'm yours and without you I'm completely alone, devoid of this love which makes me complete. There are some relations which are to be appreciated and there are some which you can't help but love, you just can't stop loving the person, no matter how hard you try. I made a lot of mistakes, I still do but I'm sure the way I love you, baby, with everything I'm, with every fibre of my being, it is the only thing that matters.

So if you read this, pls know I'm still waiting for you, to come & hug me and kiss me and sing my name. Sing my name baby, sing my name and call it out when I'd let you touch the skies, the stars and you'd slowly return back here and I'd smile feeling lucky to have you with me.

Make me the luckiest guy on this planet my love, be with me always and forgive me.

I'll be right here waiting for you

(To be Contd..)

Sunday, 28 February 2016

Normal Days #65

Please Forgive Me

Something is really wrong with me of that I'm 100% sure. I hurt the most beautiful girl on this planet and I've nothing to work on to. Words were my sanctuary but seems like I've used all those for everyone else. I saved nothing for her. Nothing special from me for the special lady in my life. So, how do I win her back? How do I make her laugh the carefree smile which she used to and of which I deprived her? I'll die trying that is for sure.

I have to admit God has been very generous to me. He has helped me even when He shouldn't and I did hurt His most special child. The love of my life. I hurt her and I've no excuses. I feel ashamed and dejected and scared. For the first time in my life I'm scared to death to lose what the good thing I've, a good soul who always keeps loving me no matter what.

So, here I'm apologizing to you my lady. My words have lost their values for you but I swear that I'll always be true to you and I'll always make you smile, through your tears also as I'll never be the reason for 'em.

Times and times again
Through tears and strains
We've stayed together
And I'm asking again
To be with me always
Take my hand
Guide me to light
To your smiles
I'll follow you
Every alley, every lane..
Hold me tight
Hug me to you
Sing my name
Baby sing to me again

I love you and I hope someday, no matter how far from today, you'll smile with love shining in your eyes, where no words are needed, no assurances, I'll know like I know that I exist that you believe I'm all yours, heart, body, mind and soul.

You Haven't Lost Me Yet
(To be Contd..)

Friday, 19 February 2016

Normal Days #64

The Gambler

Everyone has his or her own vice. And during my last of late 20s years I've found one. I know I'm God and I shouldn't be having one but every now and then I act like a normal human being and fall into the traps of, how do you say it, giving to my desires. Yup that is how they said it during good ol' days.

And I said it with a heavy Texan accent and southern drawl, you know why? Coz baby, I'm going to be the greatest poker player this world has ever seen. Yes! that is my vice. I have been trying to learn poker for a long time now, there was no way as I live in India and work in UAE. In India we have our card games and I don't know anyone who'd teach me. In UAE, I think it is banned, not that I looked for someone. But God Bless the app developers and God Bless those who developed offline app for the same. Now I'm playing poker like crazy.

I don't sleep, I skip meals and to do what to win the next game, to worry about the chips, to buy the cities (FYI I've Amarillo, El Paso, Lubbock, Fort Stockton and I'm on my way to acquire Wichita), to build my reputation as a poker player. It is not like that it is all bad. Not my reputation, I mean. I do not care about it much. I was talking about the game. I learnt that I can never play real poker as I am not a patient man and someone can rile me very easily to put all my money in the pot. Though I'm trying to keep my cool. I have not won all those cities for nothing. It is good actually to feel this urge to go all in but you hold back coz how will you play if you throw away the money you have now.

I'll get the hang of it and guess what, we can play our own version of strip poker then ;)

What you say? Are you ready to take me all in baby ;)

Luck Be A Lady

(To be Contd..)

Sunday, 31 January 2016

The Last of the Firedrakes by Farah Oomerbhoy

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About the Book:
16-year-old Aurora Darlington is an orphan. Mistreated by her adopted family and bullied at school, she dreams of running away and being free. But when she is kidnapped and dragged through a portal into a magical world, suddenly her old life doesn’t seem so bad.
Avalonia is a dangerous land ruled by powerful mages and a cruel, selfish queen who will do anything to control all seven kingdoms—including killing anyone who stands in her way. Thrust headlong into this new, magical world, Aurora’s arrival sets plans in motion that threaten to destroy all she holds dear.
With the help of a young fae, a magical pegasus, and a handsome mage, Aurora journeys across Avalonia to learn the truth about her past and unleash the power within herself. Kingdoms collide as a complicated web of political intrigue and ancient magic lead Aurora to unravel a shocking secret that will change her life forever. 




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Chapter 7
The Midnight Market


Later that night, after I had eaten well and rested, we set out for the midnight market. I followed Kalen along the small path, from Pixie Bush into the very heart of Goldleaf Forest.


It seemed to me that we had been walking for quite a while when I could suddenly hear voices and noises quite clearly in the quiet forest. We came to a large clearing, and the delightful sight left me spellbound. The forest was alive, radiant and subtly lit by pretty, different-colored lanterns hanging from the towering trees. Beautifully decorated stalls and multicolored tents had sprung up all over the place. Some were nestled between the tall trees, and some were haphazardly placed around the edge of the clearing, forming a slightly wonky circle. Fae of all sizes, shapes and colors wandered around, having a marvelous time. There were dryads, naiads, brownies, and little pixies with wings who flitted about the place in groups, laughing and eating at the food stalls.

We came to a stall, which was manned by a small, funny-looking fae with a pointy nose and long ears. Kalen identified him as a gnome. He was selling some strangely colored liquid in glass bottles and was haggling unashamedly about prices with two old ladies, whom I thought were very sweet.

As we walked through the market, Kalen chattered on.

“Although some of the larger towns have shops that sell magical ingredients for potions,” Kalen was saying, “this is the only place you can find some of the really rare items.”

I followed Kalen, who was entering a green tent, where the sign outside read: “Buy a plant for your home and garden.” That sounded quite interesting. Maybe I could buy a plant for Kalen’s mom—she had really helped me, after all—but I remembered I didn’t have any money.

The tent was not what I expected at all. The inside was bewitched to look like a large green house; like the forest, it was much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The moonlight shone through the glass ceiling, and rows of plants and flowers lined the sides of the tent. We decided to explore.

I walked through the rows of plants, looking at the labels that were written next to them. There were strawberry plants in a small tray, growing wonderful, juicy strawberries, each one of which had a dollop of cream on the top. The sign near it said: “Grow your own strawberries and cream.”

“Try one,” said Kalen. “No one is watching.”

I couldn’t resist; I loved strawberries and cream. I popped the whole strawberry into my mouth. It was delicious and the cream was thick, fresh, and sweet. It was wonderful.

“Lovely, yes?” said Kalen.

“I nodded, since my mouth was full.

“Ms. Herbchild is wonderful at growing things. These strawberry plants with cream are one of her new inventions, but you can only grow them on trays inside the house, or the gnomes lick off all the cream.”

I made a face at the thought of eating a strawberry that had been licked by a gnome.”



About the Author:
For Farah Oomerbhoy, writing is a passion and reading her solace. She is a firm believer in the fantastic and magical, and often dreams of living in Narnia, Neverland, or the Enchanted Forest.

When she was pregnant with her first child ten years ago, a story popped into her head she could not ignore. “I was at my grandmother’s house, and as I looked at the image of a beautiful forest with a castle in the distance on a tapestry hanging on the wall, I imagined myself being whisked away into another world,” she said. It was at that moment the world of Avalonia, with its powerful mages and fae and the evil Queen Morgana, was born. Farah Oomerbhoy’s debut novel, The Last of the Firedrakes, was released in the summer of 2015.

Farah lives with her husband and three children in their family home in Mumbai, India. She has a Master’s degree in English Literature from the University of Mumbai. Her first novel is The Last of the Firedrakes, Book 1 of the Avalonia Chronicles.
  

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Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Normal Days #63

First Time

One year has passed since I first saw you. It was a pleasant evening, not very cold, neither stifling heat. It was the perfect evening to meet the perfect girl. There comes a time in a life of every man when he look at a girl and find his heart is no longer his. There I saw you smiling and I suddenly became aware of the sounds which were never there, the softness of your laughter and the way it warmed me till my core. How we touched hands for the first time and how I dreamt it to be in my head.

Too sappy for your taste? Well you know me and how I like it but this is not about any of those things. This is about that moment which I'll always cherish coz that was the time I decided to become yours. I sure didn't do anything to show you that, in fact I did almost opposite but then it is always hard to love me. I can be hard to live with. I don't mean to, but I can be... critical. Sometimes I think I'm just not good for people, that it's not good for them to be around me. I wear 'em down. They... they get unhappy.

 I don't know how to be with you right now, and that scares me. Because if I'm not with you right now, I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It's a big bad world full of twists and turns, and ppl have a way of blinking and missing the moment - the moment that could have changed everything. I don't know what is going on, most of the times I also have no clue about my thoughts and I'm so very confused but I need you. I need you to have faith in me coz I cease to exist if it is not love, complete and unadulterated love.

It is possible that longing for something is better than actually having it. I want to have love.

Love me like you do..

(To be Contd..)

Tuesday, 22 December 2015

The Krishna Challenge


The man who became a Brahmarishi...
The curse that banished him to the hell of hells...
And the revenge that threatens to destroy the three worlds...

When Lord Brahma, the God of Creation, banishes his star pupil from Swarglok in a fit of rage, he does not foresee that his decision will alter the fate of the three worlds. Mortally wounded, and anguished at Brahma's unfair punishment, his pupil struggles to survive in Tamastamah Prabha, the hell of hells. In time, he becomes the Dark Lord, the most feared figure in Pataal Lok, who swears to destroy Brahma.

The power of the Dark Lord soon begins to make its presence felt in the mortal world. Vasudev, the brave prince of Bateshwar, becomes the hunter of Asura assassins; his closest friend, Kansa, almost dies while trying to save his sister from a group of deadly monsters; and the most valiant kings in Mrityulok turn over to the dark side, driven by forces beyond their control.

Only one person threatens the Dark Lord's well-laid plans - Devki, the beautiful princess of Madhuvan, who is destined to give birth to the warrior Krishna.

Will the Dark Lord allow Krishna - the person who has been prophesied to destroy him - to be born?


The Krishna Challenge

We’ve all heard this theory endless times, that one act of kindness can make a man happy who will in turn set upon a chain of kind acts, creating a domino effect and making the world a more bearable place to live in for those people directly and indirectly affected by it.

The Krishna Challenge has its genesis in this very theory, however, this time, the challenge urges people to act on it and spread the word about it, which will motivate people to act out of the purity of their hearts, to make life better for people, without expecting anything in return. The second part of the challenge urges the participants to tag or nominate people to take part, which will increasing the circle of influence and encourage people to bring joy, warmth, relief in the life of those they come in contact with, thereby enhancing the quality of life in their eco system.

This challenge is more relevant today, more than ever, as we wake up to news of lynching, bombing and killings on an everyday basis and another world war seems to be dawning on us. The idea of the challenge is to not sit back waiting for the world to fix itself, but to proactively participate in fixing every small and big thing, within our power.

Author Jagmohan Bhanver best describes this challenge as a social consciousness effort, which aims to drive change in society and heighten people’s awareness towards their responsibility as citizens.

You may wonder why such a challenge is named after Krishna.

Krishna is considered synonymous to the one who intervenes when there is an excess of misery, turmoil and wickedness in society.

So come be a part of the challenge and help us make the world a better place.


Here is what you need to do, if you want to become a part of the challenge:


1. Undertake an act of selfless kindness, however small, and post about it on Facebook, Twitter, your blog, or anywhere visible.

2. Tag 3 people you want to be a part of the challenge.

3. Follow up and understand the impact your network of kindness  is having upon the world around you.



Jagmohan’s first book (self help genre) titled "Get Happy Now" was on the best selling lists of most countries and on the Top ten list of leading bookstores in India. His second book, titled "Think your way to Millions" which is on the subject of Behavioral Finance was nominated for the best non-fiction award by Hutch-Crossword in India. This is one of the few books on behavioral finance. His third book was titled “Nadella – The Changing Face of Microsoft.” This book was published by Hachette, the largest publishers in the world. Jagmohan’s latest book is part of a three-volume trilogy on Krishna and is considered as the most awaited book in 2015. It is titled, “The Curse of Brahma.” 

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Friday, 11 December 2015

When Our Worlds Collide by Aniesha Brahma

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Akriti has led a pretty much sheltered life. 
Zayn has been shuttled from city to city when he was growing up. 
She is comfortable watching her life from the sidelines. 
He wants to feel rooted to a place he can call ‘home’. 
They meet each other quite by chance. 
And both seize the chance to be someone they both need in their lives: 
For Zayn, it’s a 'Partner-In-Crime'. 
For Akriti, someone who just knows how to be there for her… 
When their worlds collide, 
It is not what either of them expected it to be. 
Zayn has a steady girlfriend. And Akriti has a crush on him. 
What happens when these two become friends? 
The biggest adventure of their lives? Or the road to heartbreak? 
What happens when two completely different people collide? 
Do they become friends? Or, is their friendship doomed from the start? 
When Our Worlds Collide' is the story of two twenty-three-year olds, Who are finally growing up and finding their feet in the world. 
A tale of friendship and love, crushes and betrayals, messes and second chances, Marriage and divorce… and the elusive happily ever after! 

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Character Interview: Akriti and Zayn

Tell us what When Our Worlds Collide is about?

Zayn: It’s about how I am the hot stud and this writer here falls head over heels in love with me.
Akriti: Grrr. Not at all. It is about a twenty three year old girl who is afraid to let anyone into her world. And then she meets  guy who forces her out of her shell…

What is the one thing that you love about yourselves?

Zayn: That I am smokin’ hot? No, jokes apart. I like how Zayn feels rootless because he was never allowed to settle down anywhere. I think a lot of children who have parents with transferable jobs would relate to that.
Akriti: I like the fact Akriti just pretends to be lost. She basically does not let anyone close to her because she knows the scars can be seen up close! She is so afraid of getting her heart broken, she plays it safe all the time.

What is your favorite book?

Akriti: It is hard to choose just one. I love reading.
Zayn: The Room on the Roof by Ruskin Bond.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Akriti: Being a success, I guess.
Zayn: Settled.

Do you think we would read more about Akriti and Zayn’s adventures?

Akriti: More like misadventures. I am not too sure about that.
Zayn: I doubt we’d make it to another novel or novella. But, we just might be featured in short stories. Just keep a lookout for it!


About the Author

Aniesha Brahma knew she wanted to be a writer since she was six years old. She was schooled in Dolna Day School and went on to pursue B.A., M.A., and M.Phil in Comparative Literature from Jadavpur Univeristy. She currently lives in Kolkata, with her family and five pet cats. The Secret Proposal was her debut novel, followed by The Guitar Girl. She was a contributing author with her story The Difference, in the anthology: Voices, Old & New. When Our Worlds Collide is her third work of fiction, and first novella.




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Monday, 7 December 2015

Interview with Falguni Kothari

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Twisted myths. Discretion advised. 

Fight fate, or succumb to destiny?

In the dark Age of Kali, the Soul Warrior alone stands guard over the Human Realm, protecting its denizens from evil-willed asuras or demons. When a trick of fate appoints him guru to a motley crew of godlings, he agrees to train them as demon hunters against his better judgment. Suddenly, Lord Karna is not only battling the usual asuras with sinister agendas, but also rebellious students and a fault-ridden past.

Spanning the cosmic realms of mythic India, here is a tale of a band of supernatural warriors who come together over a singular purpose: the salvation of Karna’s secret child.






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An Interview with Falguni Kothari

When did you decide to become a writer?
It wasn’t a conscious decision, per se. I fell into writing quite by accident when my mother insisted I “do something with my life” beside “be a homemaker.” In other words, she wanted me to stop hiding behind my children and grow up. In a quirk of fate that I now attribute to my Writer Destiny, I actually listened to my mother and searched for some short online classes I could take to finish my degree. (Yup, I am quite degree-less, even now.) While searching for classes, I stumbled on to the “Romance Writing Secrets” class, and it absolutely was as much fun to take as it sounds. I got addicted to writing and creating words in that class. Then, I took a couple of classes on grammar and novel structure, and long story short, I had a full manuscript on the laptop within a year. A manuscript that my friend read, and encouraged me to publish. I was actually shocked when I got an offer for publication, as until then I hadn’t really thought I could manage or have a writing career. It still shocks me sometimes, but I am far more confident of my story-telling mojo now than I was in 2009. So, yeah, I didn’t really decide to become a writer. I just became one.

What are your ambitions for your writing career?
I want many, many readers to read my stories and love them. I want to write many, many stories to keep my readers busy.

Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?
My main character, Karna, is the tragic hero from the Indian epic, the Mahabharata. I have tried to stay true to his character of legend—in that he doesn’t fit in with the Celestials (is almost an outcaste) and hates his birth family; he is a warrior first and foremost; that he loses his temper at the drop of a hat; he’s generous; and mostly invincible. In Soul Warrior, he’s special because he alone has stood guard over the Human Realm since the start of the Age of Kali. He has special solar powers that he wields against the asuras or demons. He works for Yama, the God of Death, and brings the bad demon (red) souls to the Hell Realm for their comeuppance. He also cannot seem to help be snarky to the Gods, and invariably gets punished for his insouciance. The most special thing about Karna is his generosity, his capacity to forgive and to love.

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?
I write in the middle of the night in absolute darkness and silence.

Where do the ideas come from?
From my head? Seriously, they come from anywhere. I’m at the stage in my career where I’m inspired by camel poop.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I do both, depending on the type of book I’m writing. With my contemporary romances and women’s fiction I let the idea or character take over the story. But with Soul Warrior, which is mythic fantasy, and TMCRA (my current WIP) which is romantic suspense, I had to plot because I had a specific pattern the story needed to follow.

Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?
Sit down and write. Even garbage writing is better than no writing. Garbage writing can turn into a decent enough paragraph with consistent editing. If you don’t feel like writing, speak to yourself. Talk it out with a friend. Talk to yourself in the mirror. Somewhere, you’ll unlock the block. Just don’t give up.

What can we expect from the series?
More madcap adventures. The next book will take us into the land of pisachas or blood-drinking, soul-sucking demons. And into the story of Bhim and Draupadi’s child.

Thanks for having me on your blog!
Best,
Falguni.


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CHAPTER ZERO
DWANDA-YUDDHA: THE DUEL

The Himalayan Mountains.

Five thousand years ago.



Absolute darkness shrouded the Human Realm, and had for three days and three nights. Some believed the occurrence was prophetic, like the prolonged amavasya or new moon night that had heralded the Great Kuru War two thousand years ago. The war had given birth to the dark Age of Kali, the age of asura. In contrast, hope was ripe that this event would trigger the Age of Light. But the Bard wasn’t here to succumb to superstition. 

The first day without the sun’s light had spread confusion and chaos across the realm. The second day had brought desperation in the breasts of humans and fear in the belly of Celestials. The third day—today—was a feast for the asuras. Death lay everywhere. 

The human world burned without its sun. How soon before the Heavens went up in flames?

The Bard’s troubled eyes reread the last line. Then he deliberately scratched it off, lifting his long, pointed talon from the parchment made of dry palm leaf. With a sigh, he rested his aching hand on his trembling thigh. He would spare a moment to ease his body, and his mind from the strain of observation and due recordkeeping. If he didn’t, he’d forget his duty as Witness of the Cosmos, and begin to question fate. 

Despite the fire that crackled close to his right knee, and the feathered form of his upper body, he was cold. An icy wind had settled around the Pinnacle of Pinnacles, where he sat cross-legged on a seat made of rock and snow. He’d chosen this perch because it gave him an impartial view of the events happening in the world. He was the Bard, entrusted with keeping the Canons of the Age of Kali, just as the Soul Warrior was entrusted with keeping the Human Realm safe from asuras. Would they both fail in their duty today?

The Bard shook off the heavy despair the darkness had brought into the world. He mustn’t judge. He shouldn’t question. He would sharpen the talon on his forefinger, dip it into the vessel of ink kept warm by the fire, and write this tale. That was all he could do. Be the witness to history.

So he raised his feathered hand and began to write again while his eyes, sparked with power, knowledge and magic, saw clearly events unfolding from great distances. A thousand kilometers to his right, Indra, the God of War and Thunder, fought the Dragon. Indra did not fare well. But that didn’t concern the Bard as much as the clash between the Soul Warrior and the Stone Demon. Over and over, his eagle eyes were drawn to the duel taking place in the heart of the world, not only because it was a magnificent battle to behold, for it was, but because its outcome would decide mankind’s destiny.

The Soul Warrior was more than a great warrior. Karna was a great soul. Fair, honorable, brave and resilient, he was the perfect protector of the Human Realm. Of course, there were other reasons he’d been chosen to fill the office of Soul Warrior—there always were when Gods and demons were involved. But Karna’s existence was a testament to righteous action and if anyone could bring back the day, it would be him. 

But how did one vanquish stone, the Bard wondered?

Avarice and cruelty, two nefarious desires, had made Vrtra and Vala attack the Human Realm. Three days ago the Dragon had swallowed the Seven Rivers in the north, and the Stone Demon had imprisoned the Sun God, his daughter, and all the cattle of the region in his cave.

The Bard paused his writing as a thin vein of lightning winked across the skies, but without the accompanying roar. Indra’s strength waned. His thunderbolt hadn’t left Vrtra screaming in pain this time. The Bard spared a moment’s attention on the duel, just enough to note that the Maruts, the Celestial Storm-gods, waited in the clouds to rescue their god-king in case of a calamity. Indra would survive even in defeat. Of that, the Bard was sure.

But Karna had no one at his back. His might and god-powers had depleted without the sun’s healing warmth and light. His divine astras, weapons, had not slowed the Stone Demon down, at all. Only the conviction that he could not fail his godsire, his sister, and the innocents under his protection drove him now. His birth family had once abandoned him to his fate, but he would not abandon them to theirs—such was the greatness of Karna.

The Bard crossed out the last observation. No questions. No judgment. No praise, either. The canons would be free of all emotion. He wasn’t here to embellish history or glorify the history-makers, as some bards were wont to do. 

It wasn’t embellishment to write that the foothills of Cedi were drenched in the Soul Warrior’s blood. Or observe the gushing wounds on his body, despite his armor, that would make the hardiest of warriors bellow in agony, but not him. It wasn’t embellishment to write that the Heavens were empty for the Celestials had come to Earth to watch the battle, firelight cupped in their palms to light the warrior’s way. 

The Naga, the Serpent People, also looked on, hissing from the mouth of the portal that led to their underground realm beneath the hills. The Serpent King will not choose a side. Vrtra and Vala were half Naga, after all. All across the Human Realm, demons roamed free, taking advantage of the darkness and preying on human flesh and human souls. It was a terrible moment in history. The asuras had the upper hand in the eponymous age of Demon Kali.

Vala did not have arms and half a leg, but still he came at Karna. He had an ace up his sleeve. There were plenty of creatures about, an entire mountain close at hand. He began to chant the spell of soul transference. It was the darkest of all magic, the possession of another’s soul. Soon, he would be whole again and stronger than before.

Battered and bleeding, the Soul Warrior veered away from the Stone Demon. He leapt over boulders and charred vegetation. The onlookers called him a coward. Had he forfeit the duel? Has he forsaken mankind? 

Karna dove for Manav-astra, the spear of mankind, he’d thrown aside yesterday after his bow, Vijaya, had shattered under repeated use. In one smooth motion, he rolled, picked up the astra, coming up in the spear-thrower’s stretch. His tattered lower garment billowed about him as a gust of wind shot through the air. His muscled torso glistened with blood and sweat, tightened as he pulled the arm holding the spear back. 

He meant to throw Manav-astra at Vala. A futile attempt, to be sure? As long as Vala was made of stone, broken or not, his body was impregnable. Karna should have waited for Vala to transfer his soul to an onlooker. Then Karna should have vanquished the possessed creature. 

Taunting laughter reverberated through the foothills of Cedi. Vala had reached the same conclusion. The Celestials looked at each other in angry silence, unable to interfere. A dwanda-yuddha duel was fought between two opponents of equal size and strength alone. The humans hadn’t stopped screaming in three days, the din simply background noise now. 

The Bard scribbled the observations onto the parchment in no particular order. He wished he was a painter, for surely this was a picture worth a thousand words.

The demon hobbled toward the warrior, who stood still as stone with his arm drawn taught behind him. Then finally, with a roaring chant the Soul Warrior shifted his weight from his back leg to his front and let fly Manav-astra at the Stone Demon with all his remaining might. 

Karna didn’t wait to see the ramifications of his action. And there were plenty to come. He ran into the mountain cave to free Vala’s hostages. Within moments the rock face rent in half, and bright streams of light speared through the terrible darkness. A new day had dawned on the Human Realm after three days of perpetual night.

The sun’s power was too bright, too full of hope. Yet, the Bard looked on pensively, wondering if the Soul Warrior knew this wasn’t a victory. It was merely a reprieve.

About the Author


Falguni Kothari is a New York-based South Asian author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance. She’s published in India in contemporary romance with global e-book availability; Bootie and the Beast (Harlequin Mills and Boon) and It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! (Rupa & Co.), and launches a mythic fantasy series with Soul Warrior (The Age of Kali, #1)

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Monday, 30 November 2015

Normail Days #62

Beyond The Horizon

Every time I leave home, every single time since the day I joined here in gulf, the industry which drives the world politics, every single time it breaks my heart and I yearn to stay back, leave everything and never go away from my home but when I reach here and take a look from chopper across the skies; everything, every distance, every feeling about being away from home is worth it.

The only thought plays in my mind is awe and a silent thank you to the lord almighty up there who gave me this opportunity to witness this magic. Of course I think of you too. I always think of you whenever I witness something like this, this pure, this divine. I think of our time together with a smile, with a hope that no matter what we have been tangled in each other life for forever. For most of the ppl this term has no meaning just mere words, but for us, for us it is a promise which universe made. Deep in my heart I know we will be together, in another life too, in another realm. May be we are living happily somewhere in this infinite universe. Loving each other infinitely like we still do but being closer, very very close.

Trace my name on your palm and I'll say your name like prayer when I'll see the sun rising across this horizon and I'll hope that beyond this limit and past all these limits there is a limitless place for us, our own galaxy where we live, together, never leaving each other, there is no job, no need for money, just you and I and plants and animals, all species along with dinosaurs and dodo and all those whom we have killed. Are you afraid of all these wild animals my love but the wildest is living with you. I'm that animal. Sorry couldn't resist.

But on a serious note, I'm dreaming. Come dream with me.

Across The Night

(To be Contd..)

Sunday, 29 November 2015

Guest Post - Plot develops characters or Characters develop Plot? by Linze Brandon


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It was time for the Lords of the High Council to step in when the Grandmaster of Kryane is accused of murdering his own people. They had little choice but to prevent the collapse of the whole magicians order, so they sent Michael to investigate the allegations.

The people of the desert planet were an enigma, but none more than Andesine, the healer assigned to assist Michael. Why did she report the Grandmaster? Was she involved, or was there something more sinister going on?

The more people they interrogated the more they suspected that nothing was as it seemed. Not the murders, nor the Grandmasters' motive as everyone thought.

Unable to resist the growing attraction between them, Michael and Andesine learn that they had to trust each other with their own secrets, and risking any future they might have.

Time and again the High Lords had to step in to prevent chaos on Kryane, but time was running out for Michael and Andesine. They had to get a new Grandmaster in place before the Kryane Order collapsed completely. And they had to find the who the true culprit was.

Fortunate to escape an attack from this monster once, they were risking the lives of many others in the process. Before the High Lords could formulate a plan, Michael and Andesine were captured, leaving the High Lords helpless to prevent it.

Kidnapped and imprisoned, Andesine was confronted with the realisation that if they were to survive their ordeal, it was up to her and her long suppressed powers. But as a healer she saved lives, would she be able to destroy the monster before he forces her to unleash her power to destroy the future of mankind?

Plot drives the characters or characters drive the plot?

There are a lot of arguments for and against the character driven plot, and all of these have their own merits. As a pantser, my characters and the story are interwoven with the exception that I don't want to know what the outcome of the story will be. As I have been writing for a while now, fifteen years to be exact, I have learned that being a true pantser can be waste of time. The most valuable lesson I have learned is that doing some planning is valuable even to a pantser.
Before I start to write a novel, I do character sketches for all my main characters. Not only their physical characteristics, likes and dislikes, but the important things I need for the story: what motivates them. Why they are reticent around strangers. Or why a guy decided not get involved in a serious relationship again. Or why the villain was driven to kill the Dragon Master in Keeper of the Dragon Sword.
Without conflict in a story, there is no story. So I need to know what will motivate my characters to do something, what will drive their choices and how I can use that to create the conflict in the story.
Setting is also a character and in my fantasy romance series it is essential to understand the setting and how it can contribute to the tension in the story.
In Michael's Mystery, the story takes place on Kryane, a desert planet. That in itself creates all kinds of opportunities for tension. People are dependent on water and in a desert I used that in a few scenes to develop the relationship between my main characters.
How the plot is driven by the characters depends on the genre. In a contemporary romance novel, the characters and their blooming relationship is the plot. In a murder mystery, it is the detective's desire for justice that drives the plot.
For mixed genre stories, the author can be more creative in determining the drive of the story, but characters and their motivation should always be a primary concern. Readers to cheer for the hero, despise the villain, or be kept in suspense as to the outcome of the choices the characters make.
Characters that face hard choices, and make decisions that may or may not have a good outcome, draw readers into the story to keep on reading to find out if they will triumph over adversity. Not all books have happy endings, but a reader wants to be satisfied with the ending. He or she wants to think that, 'yes, it was a good ending'.
There are only so many plot lines, and all of them have been done many times over. Coming up with a unique plot is not impossible, but readers don't relate to plot lines, they relate to the issues characters face.
True pantsers that capture the essence of good storytelling, interesting characters and intriguing plots are rare beasts indeed. The rest of us have to put in the hard work to make it happen.
The biggest argument against pantsing in favour of planning is the amount of editing required on the first draft. In my experience, that has proven to be true. It is one of the reasons for having well-developed characters before I even start to write. I may not know what their choices will be in every scene, but I know that their decisions will not be out of character.


About the Author:
Teaching herself to read before she went to school, it was the start of her life long love affair with books. Trained as an engineer, Linzé has worked as an export consultant and is presently a project manager. Although she still loves to read, she also enjoys counted stitch embroidery, archery, tai chi, fly fishing, painting, her husband's medal winning photographs and watching Manchester United play.

She counts both novels and short stories to her publishing credit. Her fourth novel, Waiting for Adrian, is planned for publication early in 2016. Her story, The Vernal Equinox, was a finalist in a sci-fi flash-fiction competition in 2015.

Linzé Brandon lives in Pretoria, South Africa, with her engineer husband and German Shepherds who are convinced that the world revolves only around them.




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