Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Lucifer's Lungi by Nitin Sawant

Lucifer's Lungi
Nitin Sawant

5th October, 2014
Pooja Abhay (spotlight)
Swathi Shenoy (review)

6th October, 2014
Devika Fernando (spotlight)
Sundari Venkatraman (spotlight)
Privy Trifles (review)

7th October, 2014
Janaki Nagaraj (interview)
Reet Singh (spotlight)
Debraj Moulick (review)

8th October, 2014
Geeta Nair (review)
Aparajita Dutta (review)

9th October, 2014
The Readdicts (spotlight)
Karthik L (review)
Ruchira Khanna (review)

10th October, 2014
Bhavya NK (review)
Nikita Jhanglani (spotlight)
Nilima Mohite (spotlight)

11th October, 2014
Ahana Mukherjee (review)
Dola Basu Singh (review)
Rubina Ramesh (review)
Janaki Nagaraj (review)
Nilima Mohite (review)

The Blurb
 An atheist city-slicker unleashed on a medieval holy village...

A simpleton village priest's boy who blindly worships and guards a pantheon of Gods and Their traditions...

Strange things happen when their worlds collide!

This is a tale of that turmoil on a lonely night in a jungle, when the ghosts you never knew till a few hours ago are let loose on the ghosts that you always carried within, unknowingly.

Welcome to the unholy clash of beliefs, fears and frailties with unknown Gods and demons. A clash that will test your convictions. A clash that will rabidly claw and unmask your subconscious, leaving you naked and paralyzed in front of your demons - in a climax that is as ambiguous as it is certain...

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Meet the Publisher 

Fablery Publications is a contemporary publishing start-up based in Bangalore. At Fablery, our focus is on bringing out books that are more in tune with the current reading habits. Our present portfolio includes a psycho-thriller novella “Lucifer’s Lungi”, two graphic novels “Subbu’s Code” and “Ka Kaa” to be launched at Bangalore Comic Con, along with a book adaptation of a National Award winning movie “Ri” and an anthology of historical fiction “Once Upon A Time”.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Team Blog-O-Holics-Week 2-14th post-#GameofBlogs by BlogAdda


Read the 13th post by Parichita Singh  Here

The bitch was trying to hide her face and go with her candy boy. His hands clenched by his side, anger heightening the blue viens on the back of his palm. The man took a deep breath, to keep himself calm. He felt so lucky, at that point of time, for the bitch didn’t know that he knew all about her.
He quickly flagged down another taxi  and before the driver could react, he rasped, “Peecha karo!” His voice did not encourage any argument. The driver knew when to keep quiet and they snaked their way across the heavy Mumbai traffic, keeping their target in front of them.
The man seethed, impatient as his mind raced ahead of time. The bitch enjoyed making out in the backseat of the car. Was she having fun? And Cyrus? That chit of a boy? All smiles and cuteness to attract bored ladies while having a heart of a dastard.  Involuntarily, a whimper escaped his mouth, startling the driver. His fingers slowly traced the leather of the back seat, his mind conjuring the smooth skin of Tara. Will it pain? He let out a short laughter, his heart again dancing in anticipation.
Suddenly the cab stopped. Looking up, he saw Tara being helped out of the cab by Cyrus. The gentleness in Cyrus’s eyes made him want to retch there and then. But he was a patient man. He would wait it out. His time was coming soon.
He tossed a few hundred rupees note at the driver and followed the couple ahead. The driver shouted something about it being too much. Who cared? He would get plenty after this assignment was over.
Why was Tara going into the attarman’s building? What were they doing here? Slowly like a ray slicing through a thick cloud early at dawn enlights the earth similarly the truth dawned to him. The bitch was on his trial! His heart skipped a beat and he pulled up the hood further and skirted behind a tela, kept at the side of the road, laden with plastic pots and knick-knacks.
Tara rested her head on Cyrus’s shoulder, her strength seed to have left her. That bastard was slowly caressing  her  back. His well manicured, long fingers were sensuously tracing her small back.. His eyes saw red. His nerves started pounding on his temple. Breathing heavily, he tried to control that anger. This was too public a place. He had to wait. She had, after all escaped the last time. This time there will be no mistake.
Still holding Tara by her shoulder they seemed to make their way towards the tall building in front of them. And then a deafening noise shook the very earth he was standing on ….

The Story is continued by Dola Singh Basu

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Here Comes The Cyber Bogeyman

From our childhood, we have been hearing about The Bogeymen. Mamma asked  to keep away from unknown strangers, not take chocolates from a passerby. She made me promise not to even say hello to a stranger. I kept my promise, but always wondered why. How was I supposed to make new friends if I could not talk to strangers? There was no net during those days, no Facebook, Twitter or LinkedIn where the number of likes improves our social standing. Media is no more an illusionary world. It is now our personal domain, where we make friends or develop such relationships that become so dear to us that we slowly merge our reality with our virtual world. 

And then comes the Bogeyman.....

You get up one day and come to know that you have become the apple of the eye of few strange men. The knowledge leaves you naked, vulnerable and invaded. Where did I go wrong? Why did it happen to me? You shut down your FB and maybe vanish from the social media permanently. Sad - When our Zukie Babes had created this social platform, I am sure he had not considered the minds of the perverts. 

But the perverts are there. They are stealing your identity and making profiles in your name. Vidya Balan in Dirty Picture or Sunny Leonie in well.. ahem... will look like a saint with the metamorphosis that takes place of you in that profile. Shocked? Don't be. Be angry. Furious and report it. 

And then get a sweet love letter from the comrades of Zukie Babes...

Well the pic I had reported did wear some undergarments. So they must not have constituted as 'naked pictures.' 

Now Why I am bothered?

It has hit close to home. Yes, I am like you all too. Unless it affects my friends and family, I generally follow the keep calm and love thy neighbor philosophy. This time the identities of my friends were stolen. They are lovely ladies with families. Kids, Husband, Parents and In-Laws.  I can put up the list here to show you how the pictures are. But you won't be able to take it. They are ugly and humiliating. Not to the ladies. But to Mankind. This is the moment I forget my social standing and education and want to shout - Rakhi Sawant style.. ' Tere Ghar mein ma bahein nahi hai kya ..?" [don't you have mom and sis at home?] 


SUMANA KHAN takes it a notch up with all the details how to protect yourself in this virtual world. Check out her post HERE

NIKITA KAMATH tells us how to protect ourselves from Idiots of the first order who come to steal your profile pic.  Click Here to learn visually.

Hats off to REKHA VIKESH for throwing a tight slap on the perpetrator's face. SLAP. Read on...


Monday, September 22, 2014

Team Blog-O-Holics-Week 2-10th post-#GameofBlogs by BlogAdda


Read 9th post by Sumi Thomas Here

"Has Mishra returned from the client meeting?" Tara's eyes were glued to the big screen in front of her. In her entire career, she had never been the center character of a story. First, the story of her kidnapping was leaked into the media and now her stalker was stalked by the entire media. 
"No Mam," Cryrus hated the worry lines etched on Tara's forehead. How would it feel to smoothen them away? Phew, he needed a shrink. Feeling attracted to a married woman was a capital punishment is some countries, wasn't it? Unaware of his thoughts, Tara looked enquiringly at him. "Care to share your thoughts?"
"So..rry?" blustered Cyrus, a heat wave spreading up his neck. 
"Do you have any idea where Mishra is?" The whole kidnapping fiasco was taking a toll on her. She would be damn if she had to repeat her every question twice. 
"No...he never called back nor he has reported back to the office."
"That's strange." Tara bit her lower lips thoughtfully. Rajeev Mishra had been always punctual while working on a case. An informer had tipped them regarding the whereabouts of a hooded man. Tara wanted to go to the police immediately, but Mishra had stopped her. 
Rajeev Mishra was  like a magnet for informants.He always knew whom to contact and where to look for information. It always bewildered Tara but she had never questioned, thinking that he was a local guy who seem to know anyone and everyone.This was the first time, he had not reported back on time.
Cyrus watched as a myriad of emotions played across her face. “I’ve an idea!”, he exclaimed. “Why don’t we explore the area where you were imprisoned when the kidnapper had locked you up?"
"Shekhar will kill me."
"Not if he didn't know about it." Cyrus persisted. "Look at this bill I got this from your house. It has the same address of the area where you were kept after being kidnapped."
Tara was stunned. This ithar was becoming more of a mystery than a clue. She made up her mind quickly. "As soon as I get my discharge papers, we are going there." Inwardly, she shuddered. Going back to her nightmare was not something she wanted to experience again . But every time she thought of the incident, that smell would invade her mind, playing havoc with her senses. There was a connection. Had to be. She hated the fact that she could not discuss it with Shekhar. He would never believe her, for in his world of character analysis, this did not make sense.  
“Ok. Let’s do it." She got out of the bed and went to the washroom, closing the door gently behind her.  Cyrus closed his eye for  a moment. Yes. The game had begun!

The lone figure, obscured in the shadows, watched as Tara and Cyrus hurried to the parking lot. The bitch was at it again. Playing the Miss. Goody-Two-Shoes.  If only he knew, all the things he had planned for her. He could taste the saltiness of her skin . If only he did not have to go out that day to catch up in the office, to avoid suspicion. By now he would have extracted his revenge. Oh, she knew, the bitch knew, why he was after her. He had made sure of that fact. But she was cunning. She would not let the world know what she had done. A bitch -who covered her tracks. A mouse scampered past him, frightened by the rasping laughter that broke the silence of the basement car park. He threw down the butt of his cigarette and not bothering to make sure that it was really put off, he walked languidly to the white Matiz parked in the shade. Time to make sure the bitch payed. 

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The Story is continued by Akash Khot

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Friday, September 19, 2014

Rapid Fall by Adiana Ray

Rapid Fall

by Adiana Ray

The Blurb
  Sonia and JD’s tempestuous attraction is as stormy as the rapids at Rishikesh. Not even a dip in icy waters can douse the sparks that fly when they are around each other.

JD’s recent divorce, however, has left him commitment phobic and bitter, and he doesn’t seem to want more than a physical relationship. At heart, Sonia is conservative; can she bring herself to accept a modern ‘live-in’ relationship, or will she push him away with her demands for a commitment?

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JD is a workaholic, divorcee living his life centered around his work. His only regret is that his ex-wife Sakshi does not let him meet his daughter, Rohini. But he has accepted his way of life - till a fiery shrew did not lash out at him.

Enters Sonia, a small town girl making her living in the 'big bad city of Mumbai.'  A virgin at the age of 30, she feels her life is perfect till she does not meet the arrogant tour guide in Rishikesh.

JD was substituting for his friend, who was lying in the hospital with a broken leg. Passion flares the moment he sees her at the airport to the extent of him feeling jealous as Sonia's co-worker pays her more attention than required. They get into many spats - both trying their best to cover their feelings for each other.

After leaving Rishikesh, both  meet in Mumbai again, this time not designed by Fate but JD himself. But all said and done, JD does not want a permanent relationship, but just a fling. Where as Sonia, at of age of 30, has fallen head over heels in love with JD.

Sonia comes as a very strong character. Her life in Mumbai is very relatable for any Indian, working girl in Mumbai. I loved the way Adiana has touched small details like how Sonia thinks she has to reach home on time before the nightfall, without making her sound like a damsel in distress. 

On the other hand, I could not understand, why Sonia was a weeping willow in front of JD. OMG, I am getting old and forgetting the turmoils of first love!) But then at Sonia's age, I did expect more maturity. Well, love sees no reason. But I do applaud her stand against JD's boorishness. 

JD is one heck of a character. If I had to analyze JD's character he would come out more of a taker than a giver. So he falls a bit short in the level of  my admiration in front Sonia. Women power and all, We women are sticking together. :D

The passion between them is a burning livewire and executed very well. The language of the book and the editing is superb and a pleasure to read.  Though the title 'Rapid Fall' suggests a more outdoor kind of name but keeping in mind that they met at the Rapids, the title is apt enough. 

Any peeves? Hmmm. Maybe one.. the attraction that had flared between Sonia and JD was too sudden. His jealousy and her tears would have been more subtle has they occurred a bit later in their relationship. But in a novella, I suppose it can be overlooked. A damn good action packed read for any romance lover.

Meet the Author

The Author's Thoughts

'Sixteen and counting' are the number of cities that I have lived in so far. I like to think of myself as a 'Metronaut'. The myriad city cultures, the food, the hustle and bustle, the people are all elements of life that I thrive on and if you can have an 'Astronaut' why not a 'Metronaut' after all there are so many more of us out there?

I believe in the Zen tenet that every situation has a 1000 truths. It helps me write and it definitely helps when I am dealing with my two children. I like reading, I like cooking, I like travelling and I love sitting like a mindless zombie in front of the TV and if anybody says anything to that....Aha! a 1000 truths come in very handy.

I also write under a pen name M.X Steele. Why? My daughter thought Adiana Ray was too boring a name.

I do hope you enjoy reading all my work because I believe passionately that though we writers love pontificating and are totally in love with whatever we write; at the end of it all it is the readers that matter and above all what we write has to be 'entertaining'.

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Helpline by Uday Mane


by Uday Mane

Tour Stops 

2oth September 
Reet Singh (spotlight)

21st September 
Rubina Ramesh (spotlight)

22nd September 
Janaki Nagaraj (review)
Debraj Moulick (spotlight)

23rd September 

24th September 
Ruchi Singh (spotlight)
Madhuri Maitra (review)

Aparajita (review)
Madhuri Maitra (guest post)

26th September 
Ruchira Khanna (review)
Sonia Rao (spotlight)

27th September 

28th September 
Janaki Nagaraj (spotlight)

29th September 
Adiana Ray (spotlight)

30th September 
Archana K B(review)

Ist October 
Vasudha Rao(review)

2nd October
Nikita Jhanglani (spotlight)

3rd October
Huma Masood(review)

4th October 
Arti Metroreader (spotlight)
Pooja Abhay(review)

5th October 
Rubina Ramesh(interview)

The Blurb
 Samir is suicidal. Rachael works for a suicide helpline. Fate connects them through a phone call. And so begins Samir’s story of love, longing, errors, regret and a girl who changed his life. As his story reaches its conclusion, Rachael will know the true reason behind his suicidal tendencies. But this suicide helpline is not any ordinary service. There is more to the mysterious and yet so convincing voice of Rachael. As this new mystery begins to unfold, Samir is going to discover three things: 

What is The Helpline? 
Who is Rachael? 
What is Samir’s own identity? 

Every year, several teenagers in India attempt suicide because of failing relationships, dwindling careers, parental pressure or the competitive world. This story is about one such teenager, his early problems and the hurdles to cope with them. This story is about finding hope in the struggle. This story is about fighting for what you believe in and discovering your true identity. This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story of rising from a failed love story.

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Meet the Author

Uday Mane was born in Pune and raised in Mumbai. He works as a marketing professional during the day and a storyteller during the night. He is an avid reader, and loves to collect classic books. 

The Helpline is his debut novel that was launched in March 2014 at the hands of Padma Shri Paresh Rawal.

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