tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64279156680434539472017-07-19T00:53:14.031-07:00Rubina RameshRubina Rameshnoreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-78483875487927666232017-07-13T09:41:00.000-07:002017-07-13T09:41:49.461-07:00Book Review: half pants full pants by Anand Suspi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1484580797l/33868694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="309" height="320" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1484580797l/33868694.jpg" width="208" /></a>Name of the Book: half pants full pants</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Anand Suspi</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33868694-half-pants-full-pants" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>School days, childhood, nostalgia.&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b> These are the three words that describe half pants fully pants by Anand Suspi. Every chapter is an anecdote giving us a glimpse of his childhood. He claims in his introduction to the book that every character is still living and breathing in this world so one must say that he has taken up quite a feat in maintaining the authenticity in his words.<br /><br />If you have never visited Shimoga you can get glimpses of the southern flavor in its pages.<br /><br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">"We were soon out of Basavanagudi, crossed Nehru Stadium and kept trotting towards the school. I kept peering towards the other side of the road."</span></i></b></blockquote>The passages are studded with Kannada, but readers will understand everything since the translations follow right after. Many memories of those days flooded back. Especially when the movie Jaws was released. How it affected our young minds when we saw the larger than life sharks in those movie theaters we called 'talkies'. We didn't have multiplexes in those days. Frankly, I don't miss the talkies so much where we women had to walk with a shield in front of us. Multiplexes are much cooler places to watch movies nowadays. Though I do miss those chips packets. The multiplexes couldn't do justice to that small packet of potato chips in butter papers.<br /><br />Another nostalgic moment for me was the white guavas and the red ones. The fights we cousins would have to see who got which and I don't know why we thought the white ones were superior to the red. I suppose my first lesson on racism started with these guavas.<br /><br />Anand Suspi's style of writing very humorous. An unlined twang of humor is present throughout the story.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Mom was a good cook but every now and then (more often than this suggests), she marred her reputation by preparing awful vegetables. I liked potatoes, ladies finger, cucumber, peas, carrots, cauliflower, drumsticks and brinjal. So we clearly had a choice of eight vegetables for seven days of the week. I never understood mom’s compulsion to stray beyond these."</span></i></b></blockquote><br />Omg! I can so relate to this. Being a Bengali, who are known to be hardcore non-vegetarians, I never understood why we had to cut those precious veggies. Did they not teach us in school to save plants?<br />The author has divided this book into two sections. His childhood, half pants, and his teenage years - full pants. &nbsp;Those who have lived in the small towns of India would understand the importance of Lions Club in your area. Sort of like bosses of all activities. And then the stage comes when you create your own club. Especially readers of Enid Blyton have done it often. My grandfather even made me and my friends paint our servant quarters in the name of it becoming our 'find outer' club.<br /><br />This book has many nostalgic moments and I thank the writer for writing such a book in such a simple and humorous way. It has taken me many steps back in my life. This book deserves every star it gets because of the sheer brilliance of visualization it will invoke in many readers.<br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Grab your copy from:</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B071VW9T9G&amp;asins=B071VW9T9G&amp;linkId=a8d2196678486ce4ce7137a86a0eafce&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-67915878081227149852017-06-21T01:38:00.000-07:002017-06-21T01:38:02.343-07:00Book Review: The Prince's Surprise Bride by Devika Fernando<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1479507240l/33008502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="317" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1479507240l/33008502.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>Name of the Book: The Prince's Surprise Bride</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Devika Fernando</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 4 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33008502-the-prince-s-surprise-bride#other_reviews" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br />Prince Erik of the Norse Kingdom of Eirik and Jessica's meeting was not at all what is expected in a fairy tale romance. A shift in their stars makes them become co-victims in a conspirator's act of kidnapping. &nbsp;As the saying goes, strange circumstances make strange bedfellows. &nbsp;So in the darkness when these two souls were forced to be 'cell-partners' they became each other's backbone. A friendship that carried them out of that world and into their own worlds. And now the question was would their two world, which was so different from each other, allow them to fall in love and think of a future?<br /><br />Devika Fernando does it again. Creating two characters that are so beautifully meant to be for each other. A lovely read for any romance lover.<br /><br /><b>The Story line:</b><br />Is nothing new. In a romance novel, it's always a boy meets the girl and a conflict separating them anyways. But what made me turn the pages was the powerful attraction and the conflict that the author has managed to create.<br /><br /><b>The Opening Scene:</b><br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Where were they headed to, for God’s sake? Someplace secret and horrible where they could do unspeakable things to her?</span></i></b></blockquote><br />Is one of the best subplots of this novel. You want to know where they will go from there. The hero is the knight in the shining armor and the heroine is in a bad situation despite being a strong counterpart to the hero. Good combination.<br /><br />There was one scene which made me stop and re-read. A scene which brings out the uniqueness in the hero. A point where the girl is scared and the dashing prince sings a lullaby to her. It was so sweet and poetic and makes every romance reader wish that that could be true in their lives too. And not only in this scene. Later when he is thinking of their future together his thoughts were -<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b style="font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;">Flashes of her preparing breakfast for him and him returning the favor appeared in his mind.</b></blockquote><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">Isn't that cute?</blockquote><br />Devika Fernando has interlocked the characters from her previous books and series lovers will love it. One thing I couldn't help noticing were the number of action sequence this book had. From the kidnapping to the last scene, this book is studded with action scenes. All that was missing was the music :) Cinematographic.<br /><br /><b>Recommended for all those who would love an action oriented romance.&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Grab your copy from:</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01MYLDIBQ&amp;asins=B01MYLDIBQ&amp;linkId=f8e090677b422fe29c4168fdea8793a8&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-67047005251570483412017-06-16T00:45:00.004-07:002017-06-16T00:45:35.811-07:00Book Review: Rose Garden International by Sundari Venkatraman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1493062502l/34885987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="297" height="320" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1493062502l/34885987.jpg" width="200" /></a>Name of the Book: Rose Garden International&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Sundari Venkatraman</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34885987-rose-garden-international?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>He...</b><br />Is Jamie Scott, an Australian who travels to India to find out about the love his grandmother had for a particular land in Ooty. A strange restlessness was surrounding his heart and a call to go towards the unknown was calling out to him. And so after reading a diary of his grandmom, he sets on a journey to reach India. How romantic!<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"The call of Ooty was too powerful. He had just one life to live. Might as well live his dream along with his grandmother’s wishes!"</blockquote><br /><b>She...</b><br />She is Rhea Bansal. She has a legacy as her base where the name Bansal Hoteliers is a name to be reckoned with. But Rhea wants to make her mark for herself and that is what makes her move to Ooty to carry on the family traditions in the name of the Rose Garden International.<br /><br /><b>The love Story begins...</b><br /><b><br /></b><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Jamie turned swiftly from the reception and almost knocked against Rhea who had been a couple of feet behind him. “Oops!” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you.” He gave her a lopsided smile, his green eyes crinkling at the corners as they studied the woman in front of him boldly."</blockquote><br />Do read the above lines. That small touch, the blink of an eye moment when two souls meet and your heart tells you - he is the one. Ms. Venkatraman does a wonderful portrayal of what I call 'when you meet him' scenes.<br /><br />The description of the surroundings is becoming Ms. Venkatraman's forte. The rose gardens, the ambiance, and the hotel's work culture- all have been caught beautifully by the author. I especially loved the research she had done on this subject and woven the information into her story. It's almost like me getting a tour of the hotel and the words in the speaker are of Ms. Venkatraman's.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">“Air curtains have been created between the kitchens while the smells get absorbed by powerful chimneys. They have the added advantage of keeping insects and dust away,” said Aftab with a smile, bringing an answering smile to the guest’s face."</blockquote><br />I liked the way the political negatives crept into the story. Very different from all the books I have read of Ms. Venkatraman's. Rhea comes out strong and not at all like a damsel in distress. A woman who can fight against anything and that is what makes Rhea stand out as a complete woman.<br /><br />The story has a villain, a couple actually. A few nasty boyfriends and a perfectly made of each other couple. A Bollywood flick in the making?<br /><br />My take on the novel:<br />A perfect read for romance lovers. The girl is intelligent and can stand for herself. The boy is a perfect hero material complimenting the girl, yet not getting overshadowed by her. The political goons are perfect for trying your kickboxing skills and the scenario - has all the oomph factors that Ms. Venkatraman's novels are known for.<br /><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Grab your copy from:</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B071RKVMMT&amp;asins=B071RKVMMT&amp;linkId=5f1116aeb955e0db6871f0eb6f06569b&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-81401953432316635482017-06-15T18:48:00.000-07:002017-06-15T18:48:32.072-07:00Book Review: Ponni's Beloved - An English Translation Of Kalki Krishnamurthy's Ponniyin Selvan by Sumeetha Manikandan <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1486535327l/34198606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="318" height="320" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1486535327l/34198606.jpg" width="225" /></a></div>Name of the Book: Ponni's Beloved</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Sumeetha Manikandan</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 4 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34198606-ponni-s-beloved---an-english-translation-of-kalki-krishnamurthy-s-ponniy?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br />During the times when treason was a part of life and spies were roaming the streets of India, Ponni's Beloved is set during those times. A time when the Chola dynasty was at their zenith.<br /><br />The story is introduced to the readers by a brave, young man, who is a great fighter too, and a messenger of Aditya Chola (forgive me if I got my history wrong). Aditya Chola, heir to the throne was suspecting a conspiracy and had sent Vandiya Devan to warn the King. In his journey, Vandiya Devan meets the different characters who play a role in the conspiracies, love affairs and secrets that generally go around in such princely dynasties.<br /><br />Vandiya Devan introduces us to the lives of the natives at that period of time as he walks quietly on the banks of a &nbsp;lake named Veeranarayana and introduces the readers to their way of life. Sumeetha Manikandan has done a fabulous job in capturing the essence of the great Tamil Literature. Though I have not read the original work, I have heard a lot about it from the Tamil side of my family. A revered literature, that is what this book is remembered as and I can understand this since, after so many years, even the translation has kept me enthralled enough to keep on turning the pages.<br /><br />Many cultural appropriations have been mentioned in this text, which is typical of the thought process of the people of those times.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"But please don’t think that I am talking ill of them, the entire women race is like that. The women in your family are dark-complexioned beauties, whereas Pazhuvetarayar’s beloved is fair complexioned. That’s why they don’t like her. They are jealous...”</blockquote><br />As you delve further into the story, such small incidents are mentioned which will help in painting the visuals of those times.<br /><br />Keeping track of the names and places is a bit tough. But that can't be helped. It's the stories within stories that will fascinate you. Of betrayal, spies stories which will connect you to the thought process of that period. The fights between the followers of Shiva and the Vishnu bhakts bring out many of the philosophies followed during those times.<br /><br />&nbsp;The conspiracy against the heir to the throne and above all the power plays makes this an interesting read. In all these stories the character of Vandiya Devan is the one experiencing all the tales.<br /><br />This book is the first in the series and we will have 4 more volumes coming up (I think) I will be eager to see if Sumeetha Manikandan has been able to do justice to all the volumes.<br /><div><br /></div></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Grab your book From</i></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01MUHYI5A&amp;asins=B01MUHYI5A&amp;linkId=2f624c6dfc807c77a3b5ecfbc4a6c901&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-89801718911295919792017-06-15T10:49:00.003-07:002017-06-15T10:49:41.959-07:00Book Review: The Indus Challenge by Dr. Durgadoss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1483409894l/33780956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="312" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1483409894l/33780956.jpg" width="262" /></a>Name of the Book: The Indus Challenge</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Dr. R. Durgadoss</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 4 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33780956-the-indus-challenge?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>It's a war zone:</b><br /><div>When the title of a book is "The Indus Challenge' how can a mythological lover like me not pick it up? One cannot help but stare at the image of the book, wondering how much a war will influence the characters in this one. None of us are ignorant to the bloody times of the Mahabharata Period, where every character seemed to be born to play a role in the war.<br /><br /><b>The young lad who set an example of determination:</b><br />We have heard about Abhimanyu's spearing through the Chakravyuh but none of us can ever imagine how a chakravuyuh looked like.</div></div><br />Dr. Durgadoss showed it to us. By an illustration which is like a maze- a very difficult one at that. I even tried to trace lines to reach the ends of the maze. It's not easy. One must see the diagram to see what I am talking about. It made me close the book and think about the young lad who knew how to enter this "chakra" and entered it knowing well that he might not be able to come out of it. Our ancestors had guts, no doubt about that.<br /><br /><b>The Bold and the Beautiful</b><br />One story that fascinated me was that of Rudra and Swastika. His bravery and her boldness were complimenting each other. And I had never heard of this story before. Reading a modern day mythology is like hearing stories from the past in a new packaging. But Dr. Durgadoss has brought in new anecdotes which are very interesting. I suppose watching the serial Chandra Nandini made me visualize it more. Hailing from the land of the Mauryans, I was always fascinated by Chandragupta's story. He was my first historical love affair anyway. <br /><br />But it has been always been from the Royal's POV. This was the first time I was standing along with the characters outside the palace and watching history unfolding.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b><i>Swastika, even from poison we extract nectar, we wash and take back gold if it has fallen in filth, receive the highest knowledge from a lowborn person; so also is a girl who possesses virtuous qualities, even if she is born in a disreputable family.</i></b></blockquote><b>The Storyteller:</b><br />The author lets us travel across time using narratives and stories of the great men of those days. Many anecdotes surprised me. Draupadi asked to sleep with a horse - which she refused but instead put a bindi on the horse as a symbol of completion of the ritual. It was not her sleeping with the horse that surprised me - our ancient culture does not surprise me anymore. Sometimes I feel, symbolism has been twisted as the stories were mostly word of mouth. But what surprised me was the women of India - be it Draupadi or Swastika were bold and knew what they wanted. When Swastika's uncle wanted to marry her, he could have just forced her to marry but still, her consent was necessary. <b>So when did women are the weaker sex syndrome start?</b><br /><br />As mentioned above, we have many more philosophies and code of conducts discussed in this book. Some of them even surprised me to think they date back to such an extent. This is no doubt a very well researched book.<br /><br /><b>The language of the book:</b><br />The author has kept the tone of the book a bit archaic. It can be due to the subject, I don't know. It has a soothing quality - a narration, every mytho lover would love to go on and on. Some of you might find it a tad old fashioned but once you get used to it, believe me, this book is something one must read to get a glimpse of our ancient culture, where science, art, politics, and economics were not mere subjects, but a way of life.<br /><br /><b>My views:</b><br />I enjoyed reading this book. I think the story of Rudra is very well placed - for it captures a reader's attention from the start. In fact, I hated it when the author diverted from this story. A must read for all historical and mythological lovers.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Grab your book From</i></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01N7K7X7U&amp;asins=B01N7K7X7U&amp;linkId=769f33c2c014910d2f88e2ff37b1ceaa&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-20327210828987534172017-06-03T09:58:00.001-07:002017-06-03T09:58:38.989-07:00Book Review: Key to my Soul by Probal Mazumdar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1483664565l/33802573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="317" height="320" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1483664565l/33802573.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin: 0px;">Name of the Book: Key to my Soul</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Probal Mazumdar</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33802573-key-to-my-soul?from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><div><br /></div></div>Key to the Soul - the title itself sounds so holistic. Like a small door opening the inner Tartarus of your soul. Mr. Mazumdar has cleverly chosen the title of the book - a revelation. A peek to the protagonist Siddharth's childhood. A childhood speckled with love and fraught with heartbreaks. &nbsp;Somewhere along the lines of the story, you will become one with Siddharth - his genuine fears will not look heroic to you at all. For he is a normal guy. A guy like you and me who has all the fears of a bullied victim or caught in between the crossfire of Cupid.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What raises him above from the rest is his ability to see life with a candor and wisdom.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Let's start with the prolog:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A call for help, &nbsp;a few moans, buzzing flies and still alive. How can that not catch your attention? Will he live? Who is he? What happened to him to land him in this situation and more than that - what the heck is this story about? If all these questions start simmering in your heart, the author has done a wonderful job with the prolog.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Coming of Age:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After reading quite a few coming of age novels I had one severe problem with all of them. However well written they are and however much articulate the language is, as a reader I keep on asking myself, why am I interested in your life? I mean why - how can your growing up as a child in school, lusting after a girl and showing me no destination of your life inspire me to read on. If simply put, I find other's life boring for I too have a life of my own which is enough to keep me waking up with a smile every morning. But Key to my Soul has crossed that barrier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">By introducing Hazel. The mysterious thread that played a role in making me keep on turning the pages.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Can you imagine how much of a curiosity it generates when after 17 years you get a phone call, " Her condition is serious. The accident was severe."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"She's in coma."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And then Siddharth takes us back to his childhood - either via memories or letters. Beautifully penned.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Love, Life, and Dhoka ....</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again happens to everyone, so what makes it so special? The hidden layers. The 'whodunnit' plays a&nbsp;very important role in this story. &nbsp;Many knives are slashed and many relationships are lost and also the fear that she will be a nun soon gave me some nail biting moments.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The author has played a mind game with his readers. Layers after layers are revealed in every scene pointing towards the love story of Siddharth and Hazel. A childhood love story that one should outgrow of yet it latches on to every thought process of yours.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"How can I help not falling in love with you? In that fall &nbsp;I soar." &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What started as a classroom romance became the cause of two miseries. Siddharth and Hazel grew up together and their coming from different background made life tough for them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>My views...</b><br /><br />A very well written, well-edited book. Will keep a reader hooked on to the pages and that thin line of mystery levels up this book from its contemporaries. It will make you raise many questions such as how well do we know our family? How well do we know our friends? Is giving up ever an option or does the past always catch up with us even if we have left it far behind? I just wish the relationship between Hazel and her father was a bit more explored. &nbsp;The pain, the fear and those skin crawling moments would have added another dimension to this well-written novel. &nbsp;I will happily give the book a 5 star for it made me shed a few tears and root for the protagonists to reach the finishing line.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Grab your book From</i></b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01MRZXTHK&amp;asins=B01MRZXTHK&amp;linkId=0fa526ebd3207998ecd0ef7ebceb6802&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-7519129196297828912017-05-15T10:01:00.000-07:002017-05-15T10:06:14.005-07:00Readers Ask: WHY WAS ARYAN SO CONFUSED ABOUT SHEFALI?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riz_ajCa9us/WRnWvwFyviI/AAAAAAAAWMU/CANMQvMuPjsEQBEKaQIKB68W3yoVrwnRwCLcB/s1600/available%2Bnow%2Bbanner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="66" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riz_ajCa9us/WRnWvwFyviI/AAAAAAAAWMU/CANMQvMuPjsEQBEKaQIKB68W3yoVrwnRwCLcB/s200/available%2Bnow%2Bbanner.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ECcpiJQ8s/WRnV24MVA5I/AAAAAAAAWMQ/B6kGGyY3_U4rcTjiUxyEd8jCNddq7buTQCEw/s1600/abcd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ECcpiJQ8s/WRnV24MVA5I/AAAAAAAAWMQ/B6kGGyY3_U4rcTjiUxyEd8jCNddq7buTQCEw/s400/abcd.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I wrote this book, little did I know the about the mixed reaction of readers I would be facing. Some loved it, Some adored it and some expected more. And some called it a Bollywood IshStyle Romance. And exactly what I wanted to do with this novel. Who doesn't need that magical love in their life?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>READER QUESTION</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>WHY WAS ARYAN SO CONFUSED ABOUT SHEFALI?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you ever fallen in Love? When you know that the other person is just not right for you - yet your heart beats faster for him or her. When you know that the whole society will be against your love, yet you brave every antagonist who comes your way with all those feeling bubbling inside you. But the worst enemy of your love is you - yourself.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love is confusing - especially when your circumstances refuses to help you out. And Aryan suspected her for stealing something very valuable to his family - yet Love crept in his heart. I know I know, next question will be how can you love a person you don't trust. Will answer that next time.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you have a question, do pm me &nbsp;in my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/RubinaRameshWrites/" target="_blank">author page</a> or email me at rubinaramesh1973@gmail.com &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">GRAB A COPY&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">PAPERBACK COMING SOON</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33258664-finding-the-angel" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="47" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou8OKxkz9ZM/WRnbpEA8z_I/AAAAAAAAWMk/jTt9t1NDqS8n0kNQAfYjXFPlNmQ6ZBgiQCLcB/s200/goodreads.png" width="200" /></a><a href="http://mybook.to/findingtheangel" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="47" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDYomwfi9JA/WRnbjw5I0II/AAAAAAAAWMg/wjzBEgE35skG2auf9k5I2Q7jP7XeQLyGQCLcB/s200/amazon.png" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-38700309975444715682017-05-06T12:25:00.002-07:002017-05-06T12:25:35.107-07:00Book Review: Jihad in my Saffron Garden by Roxy Arora <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1478629396l/32927369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1478629396l/32927369.jpg" width="236" /></a><br /><div style="margin: 0px;">Name of the Book: Jihad in My Saffron Garden</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Roxy Arora</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 4 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32927369-jihad-in-my-saffron-garden?from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a></div><b></b><br /><b><b><br /></b></b> <b>The Story:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">About a young Hindu girl who had to leave Kashmir behind to survive. There are many such stories - so what's so special about this one? I personally feel, in this story, the author has taken a stand and portrayed a belief as to why this is happening and who are responsible for this. I just hope the readers get it - it's not about <b>Hindus and Muslims believing in their ideologies, it's about selfish people using that belief to get what they want.&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Kashmiriyat</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every Indian has one dream. To live in a world where life is not controlled by your religious inclination. Where life can stop - to see the beauty of a field laden with the saffron flowers. Where Life does not wait to be snuffed out due to one sect's fanatism. That my dear friends,&nbsp;is the Kashmiriyat of Roxy Arora's Jihad, My Saffron Graden.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>My bucket wish list is yet not fulfilled ...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As a child, I always had one dream - to visit the snowy peaks of the mountains of Kashmir. As I grew up, I saw many snowy peaks - from the Kailash in Nepal to Matterhorn in Switzerland but none could quench my thirst for the peaks of those peaks made popular by the movies of the seventies &nbsp;- the Kishtwar Himalaya, popularly called &nbsp;Sickle Moon Peak. But every damn time I planned a trip there, the news would be flooded with the bombings in Kashmir or the attacks on the same land. It has been a 'closer to the home' story for me too. My newly wed friend's husband was caught in the crossfire and gone fore ever. So yes, these senseless killings hurt. Hurt both the parties. Our heaven had turned into a battlefield.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And here I was crying for not getting my pictures of the snowy peaks whereas out there many girls like Heena were getting raped, brutalized and killed - every day. My woe was a hobby unfulfilled and their woes were all about dreams never realized. My heart goes out for girls like Heena. I still believe that every soul has come to this earth to learn something. To do something very particular to it. But when cases like Jyoti and girls like Heena come in front of me, I often wonder what exactly did they sign up for? I can never ever believe that this was God's wish. I just cannot. Maybe I am not that evolved yet.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Roxy Arora introduced me to her Kashmir, I was a bit skeptical. I have always found such stories very limited in their views. We don't have the two sides of the stories on one page. But as an Indian, I really don't care to hear the other side. I want to know why my land is plundered so ruthlessly? The fight is over a land right? Then why spoil an entire generation of youth? Why impart the knowledge of bloodshed? &nbsp;Where does it say in the Holy Geeta, Holy Quran and Holy Bible that those who are not the true followers of our God are non-believers?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is a scene in this book when &nbsp;Heena in order to protect our protagonist Roshan, cuts her hand and shows the blood to all - how same they are. I don't think we humans don't know about it, we just choose to ignore it. There are many such instances in this book which will make you question the very essence of human believe&nbsp;- what we see, how we see and why we see it. &nbsp;You can feel the pain of both the sides, both Hindus, and Muslims, living in the fear of being betrayed by a friend or a family member. The worst kind of betrayal of all.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Idealism...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fanatics or not, this is one ideology which grips the mind of a particular section of the society. But I don't think that our dear author is also bereft of idealism. Her Kashmiriyat is a dream too. Her reasoning as to what exactly happened to Heena and who was responsible for it and why might be questioned by many. I, for one, want to believe that what Roxy says is true. For the other alternative would shake the very core of my humanity.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Regarding Rosha Jaan...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is such a lyricism in the name :) I just had to continue calling her that. &nbsp;Her love for Aafaq was so subtle and passionate that it didn't overshadow the main subject of the story- yet formed a beautiful backdrop. But ultimately, even the author cannot deny, and as a reader what I felt was - the real enemy was not the fanatics, they are as usual used as weapons by individuals who have their own personal wars to fight. And that is one of the saddest ways to lose one's life. I just hope readers of this book can really understand this message that Roxy has beautifully portrayed.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The reason for Star Rating:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Loved the way she has portrayed this sensitive topic.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Writing is good.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. The first few pages is a bit complicated but you need to keep on for getting into the crux of the story and once you do, you will not regret it.<br /><span style="text-align: center;">4. The author has taken a stand, and even if her reasoning can be debatable, I want to believe her.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>Grab Your Copy&nbsp;</i></b></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=9351868710&amp;asins=9351868710&amp;linkId=69db35679b890ca00dfca00a026755c9&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-47884050386999872142017-05-03T13:44:00.000-07:002017-05-03T13:46:49.232-07:00Spotlight: The Indus Challenge by R.Durgadoss <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6C4X_vLvgLg/WQX9t5Y_u2I/AAAAAAAAVps/2nuTIfGjoDwhWH7i0BnDDHuqV4vs0z-9ACLcB/s1600/Banner%2Bof%2Bindus%2Bwith%2Bdates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6C4X_vLvgLg/WQX9t5Y_u2I/AAAAAAAAVps/2nuTIfGjoDwhWH7i0BnDDHuqV4vs0z-9ACLcB/s640/Banner%2Bof%2Bindus%2Bwith%2Bdates.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>THE INDUS CHALLENGE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>by</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>R. Durgadoss</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1483409894l/33780956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1483409894l/33780956.jpg" width="262" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33780956-the-indus-challenge" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibKiPCWDoe0/WNPRzGqwuAI/AAAAAAABwFg/d4zwJZL_magt42xEPldyBC-6rc4Bw24zACEw/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Blurb</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Bharat is in chaos. While the kingdoms fight each other, Alexander’s forces gather for the assault, their leader lured by tales of supernatural weapons and the elixir of immortality. Only one man can save the subcontinent from domination by the Greeks: the young Chandragupta Maurya, trained under the aegis of the ‘dark brahmin’, Chanakya.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">When an ancient seal is found, sharing the secrets of the brahmastra, the redoubtable weapon of the Mahabharat, it is up to Rudra, young commander of the Mauryan Nava Yuva Sena and lifelong friend and confidante of Chandragupta, to decode it. Along with his fellow commandos, and with the able guidance of his guru, Rudra embarks on a quest that takes him from the snowy peaks of the Himalayas to the seas of Rameshwaram, hunting the clues that will lead him to the brahmastra. On the way, he meets the Chiranjivis, ancient beings tasked with divine duties, and learns the secrets behind his own birth and his mysterious powers.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">But Rudra must be careful, for not all enemies were dispersed with the death of the mighty Alexander. Treachery lurks in the home, and when Rudra is framed for the attempted murder of his sovereign, he must pull every trick at his disposal to reveal the enemy, and save his kingdom from plunging, once more, into bloodshed and chaos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">A historical, mythological adventure story, <i>The Indus Challenge</i> is sure to appeal to readers interested in the storied past of India and the legends woven into its soil.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu-MhRynGwY/WQX-VMFCIbI/AAAAAAAAVp0/SVksdlEt1aMsR91VtPrPhUJ6Rz9I1rNywCLcB/s1600/Creative.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu-MhRynGwY/WQX-VMFCIbI/AAAAAAAAVp0/SVksdlEt1aMsR91VtPrPhUJ6Rz9I1rNywCLcB/s320/Creative.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Read an excerpt of The Indus Challenge here:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="height: 450px; line-height: 3em; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 550px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prologue</span></div>330 bc<br /><br />The Macedonians and Greeks came with Alexander the Great to the Hindu Kush range. They were mesmerized by the land of the gods, snow-covered, forested mountains higher than Olympus. The sun rising and setting among the glistening peaks painted a breathtaking picture. They were entranced by the stories of the magical kingdoms of the air; of the heavens; of Vishnu and Shiva; of cities in the sky inhabited by sky demons. They were fascinated by the story of Surya, the sun god, who galloped across the sky each day in his golden chariot, pulled by the five horses, while down below in the dark bowels of the earth were giant serpents, red-eyed, flesh-eating demons and other creatures of the underworld.<br /><br />It was at this time that the people of Bharat were looking inwards, while the Macedonians aggressively explored outwards and wanted to conquer the world. The kingdoms of Bharat were threatened by the aggressive Macedonians. No king or kingdom was free from the aggressor’s attack. Fragmented kingdoms, disunity and distrust among the rulers made these kingdoms an easy target for the Macedonians.<br /><br />During this period, several events are shrouded in mystery—what brought Alexander to India? How did he die at such a young age? What were the origins of Chandragupta Maurya? How did a young lad of humble origins take on a mighty king? How did a poor Brahmin pundit help a poor young man rise to power from nowhere? What extraordinary powers did Chandragupta possess that made him so successful? Who were his key generals? Who won wars for him? The questions are endless.<br /><br />There are several seemingly unconnected dots, as the history of this time is shrouded in deep mystery. Rudra effortlessly unlocks the ancient secrets and aligns the unconnected dots. Mystery unravelled; secrets decoded…<br /><br />In the second avatar (Janam Two) as Rudra during the tumultuous times of Alexander and Chanakya, he offers stunning clues and revelations. His decrypting skills leave a trail that answers several mysteries in our rich history.<br /><br />At last, Rudra, heading the Nine Unknown Men Army (NUM), has arrived to decode the secrets to save humanity from cataclysm and extinction.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1</span></div>Parthiva year, 306 bc, Kartika (November) month, Friday evening.<br /><br />The Massaga fort in the Hindu Kush had surrendered to Rudra, the commander-in-chief of the Mauryan army. He was taking stock of the situation. At this hour, a cry hit his ears. ‘Meri raksha karo! (Please save me from the barbarians!’) A woman’s shrieking voice reverberated against the mountains.<br /><br />‘Why does this lady cry so?’ asked Rudra, looking curiously at his companion. He turned in the direction from where the voice was coming. To his surprise, he saw two cages in which two persons stood, chained. There was a young woman around twenty-two years old, and in the other cage was a bright young lad.<br /><br />Rudra looked at the cage closely. The woman was gorgeous, seductive, shapely. Her hair was kohl-black, and cascaded over her shoulders. She had thin eyebrows, velvety eyelashes, sea-nymph ears, a sharp nose, shiny white teeth, almond-shaped eyes and glossy skin.<br /><br />She was wasp-waisted, and her pouting, luscious lips conveyed her displeasure. Her hips and bust were almost of equal size. Her perfect shape reminded him of many icons of beauty he had seen. Her fleshy rounded back attracted his attention.<br /><br />Rudra realized that he was going overboard ogling at the young women. But in spite of her beautiful features, she seemed to be a fading flower, possibly due to her weakness and exhaustion.<br /><br />He turned his head towards the surrendered commander of the opposing army, Dharma Sena.<br /><br />‘Dharma Sena, who are these caged persons?’ asked Rudra.<br /><br />‘Forget these idiots, Commander. Let me take you round the fort.’ Dharma Sena said, ‘This is Massaga, the great fort city of the Asvakas, the tribe of horsemen. To the south and west are gigantic rocks which defy climbing. To the east is the swift-flowing mountain torrent, the Masakavati river. This famous fort is situated on a hill 6,000 feet high and has a circumference of twelve miles. At the top of the fort, there is arable land requiring a thousand men to cultivate it. This land is capable of feeding more than 30,000 men indefinitely. There are also perennial springs and reservoirs. Every hill here is a natural fort, Commander. Every man here is a horse soldier, Commander. A mighty rampart of stone, brick and timber surrounds the fort, which also has a moat on three sides and the river on the fourth.<br /><br />‘Commander, “Masika” means “serpent’s hole”, a name indicating the supposed impregnability of the fort and the valour of its defender.’<br /><br />‘I realize how impregnable your fort is, Dharma Sena. I had to use my best skills to tame you and your fort. By the way, I am impressed by the seven gates leading to the citadel. Can you give me an overview of your fort, Dharma Sena?’<br /><br />‘You have sharp eyes, Commander. You noticed our seven gates? I am impressed. Let me show you around.’<br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Grab your copy&nbsp;@</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.in/Indus-Challenge-R-Durgadoss/dp/8129144980" target="_blank">Amazon.in</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Indus-Challenge-R-Durgadoss-ebook/dp/B01N7K7X7U" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Indus-Challenge-R-Durgadoss/dp/8129144980" target="_blank">Amazon.co.uk</a> | <a href="https://www.flipkart.com/the-indus-challenge/p/itmep8wffz2tdzrc?pid=9788129144980" target="_blank">Flipkart</a></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Follow the tour&nbsp;@ Pinterest&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><br /><a data-pin-board-width="900" data-pin-do="embedBoard" data-pin-scale-height="120" data-pin-scale-width="115" href="https://www.pinterest.com/rubinaramesh/the-indus-challenge-tic-by-dr-durgadoss/"></a><br /><script async="" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>About the author</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZWBwoD9g7w/WNPRye7dRhI/AAAAAAABwFk/l-5NT3qbNZk3gx1Zhh-XBS5lxlwwIOm7ACEw/s1600/IndusAuthor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZWBwoD9g7w/WNPRye7dRhI/AAAAAAABwFk/l-5NT3qbNZk3gx1Zhh-XBS5lxlwwIOm7ACEw/s320/IndusAuthor.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">A consistent Top Rank holder and a Gold Medallist throughout his academics, Mr. Durgadoss has had a career spanning 30 years comprising of depth from industry and width from management consultancy as highlights. He has held various senior management positions in top notch companies. Having travelled extensively on consulting assignments, he has interacted with prominent International Bodies like the UNIDO, Investment Bankers and companies held by Professors of Harvard Business School. He has a rare exposure to multiple cultures namely, MNCs, Home grown large groups, family concerns and public sector undertakings during his career. He is blessed with 360 degree analytical skills, which in turn emanates from his all round experience as a Functional head, General manager, Entrepreneur and a Board director. He is an advisor on the board of Directors of several companies benefiting the organizations with his remarkable cross functional skills and his up to date knowledge. Currently he is the Group Director – Finance and Strategy, House of S.T.Bhatia, United Arab Emirates (UAE). In addition he is the chief mentor, coach and Co – Promoter of Icon Management Services (IMS), UAE. Unceasing ‘Value Addition’ and not just ‘Validation’ is the mantra of success for IMS, a multi – disciplinary management consultancy organisation. He has multi-sectoral / cultural/ territorial/ functional exposure with proven track record of success. He is a PhD on Corporate Governance which involves CSR dimensions. He has delivered several lectures in various forums on Character, Competence and Consciousness (3Cs) towards the society and also has several articles to his credit.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Track travelled...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Raising the altitude from a functional entrant to a functional champion, extending his width as a management consultant of a Big 4 firm, he took up the profit centre head position, with a challenging revival assignment in the mid nineties.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Then he moved up to the entrepreneurial mode by taking up the role of a Managing Director of a new venture. Due to several macro economic factors, the venture went into deep trouble. He faced the worst disaster of his life on this venture, losing money, peace and friends, who invested along with him. From the brink of bankruptcy, he fought back to reach the basin of wisdom &amp; wealth in the current assignment as the Director of a large group based in Dubai. The turbulence he went through during this phase tested his character &amp; confidence. Now, along with Dr. Yerram Raju, his co-author, he has penned down this book on Character driven Competence, which elucidates practical ways of ‘Winning without Sinning’. He always says ‘Momentum leaders don’t wait for the waves; instead they build their waves and ride on them’.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">After having fought the greatest wars in the deep chambers of his soul, he came triumphant, obtained his PHD in Corporate Governance and now presents the book with the worldly wisdom, gained by him during his career.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">‘Experience is the greatest from of Education’ says Dr. Durgadoss.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; 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, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div></div></div></div><!-- start InLinkz script --><br /><script type="text/javascript">document.write('<scr' + 'ipt type="text/javascript" src="https://www.inlinkz.com/cs.php?id=712609&' + new Date().getTime() + '"><\/script>'); </script><br /><!-- end InLinkz script --><br /></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-33445936092612284332017-05-02T16:32:00.002-07:002017-05-02T16:32:53.156-07:00Book Review: Hearts & Hots by Ruchi Singh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1478777544l/32937616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1478777544l/32937616.jpg" width="250" /></a>Name of the Book: Hearts and Hots<br />Author: Ruchi Singh</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32937616-hearts-hots?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>An Introduction</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">A collection of short stories that touches the various phases of &nbsp;romance. Love, an emotion we all have an opinion on - some call it a wastage of time while others pen poems about it. But no one can deny that it makes the world go around. Ruchi Singh has handled the different phases of love in these short stories.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Head over Heals</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Made me fall in love with Ruchi Singh's writing. Very Bollywoodish. I could almost imagine Sanaa climbing the veranda to meet Aaryan. It has all the features of romance - the cuteness of the first meeting, the innocence in love, the excitement of the first kiss and the twinge of heart break.<br /><br /><b><br /></b><b>You and Only You</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The tone changes in the story. Two lovers separated due to circumstances and meet again after one of them is already married. Ms. Singh has handled the complications of relationships quite well in this one. One thing I would have wanted more, in this story in particular, is the pain. The pain of heartbreak and more than that the pain of knowing that your husband is - &nbsp;(For this of course you must read the book.)<br /><br /><b>Love is Silent</b><br /><b><br /></b> This was my favorite of the lot. Love can be silent and yet very powerful. &nbsp;Breaking over barrier of social norms and morality, sometimes love can be very selfish and demanding. Though I didn't understand Arjun's reaction to Anjali, yet the relationship between Arjun and Radha will steal your breath away. But here I found that &nbsp;Love can be a &nbsp;bit selfish too, where as in all the other stories, the generous and giving tone of love is maintained yet here, love is about getting.<br /><br /><b>A Promise Is a Promise</b><br /><b><br /></b> A very practical love story. &nbsp;This is the only story which has touched how our past effects our present. Why one has to be afraid to fall in love and how we paint everyone in the same canvas, if our experience is bad. Love is Silent is my favorite of the lot but in this one Reet lodges in my heart permanently. A very strong character who knows her duties even in love.<br /><br /><b>Whole Nine Yards&nbsp;</b><br /><br />This story is all about second chance. &nbsp;Overcoming cultural taboos and turning love as a gift from God. Ruchi Singh has covered all in her short stories.<br /><br /><br /><b>Will I recommend this book:</b><br />A must read for every romance lover.</div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"> </blockquote><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Grab your copy here&nbsp;</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01N0BET8F&amp;asins=B01N0BET8F&amp;linkId=9a80ca63d4aae4de46b28fbdc335f5f4&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-74024708805398773672017-04-30T19:33:00.000-07:002017-04-30T19:33:34.475-07:00Book Review: The Princess of a Whorehouse: The Story of a Swamp Lotus by Mayank Sharma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1482332312l/32849517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1482332312l/32849517.jpg" width="250" /></a>Name of the Book: The Princess Of A Whorehouse</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Mayank Sharma&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 3 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32849517-the-princess-of-a-whorehouse?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>An Introduction</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">A story about a young girl, Aparajita, as she leaves her past behind to educate herself and also inspire her mother to come out of sex trade.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>What is it about?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Ramya falls into the clutches of the sex trade workers, all she wanted was to see to it that her daughter, Aparajita, did not fall under the same. She, along with her daughter, fights against them and comes out of the system with the help of a good samaritan. Raj not only marries Ramya but makes sure that Aparajita had a good home to call her own.<br /><br /><b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b>A motivating journey</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I loved the way the author has only focused on the journey of Aparajita and not the negatives of the sex trade. To come out of it is really tough and our system does nothing to help them out. But when someone like Aparajita is determined enough, there can be no stopping a woman to achieve what she sets her mind for.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>‘Mamma, now Raj uncle is my daddy!’</i></b><br /><b><i><br /></i></b> </blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">There is so much innocence in the words of Aparajita. It's like a lotus in a swamp. And yet she tries to keep every evil thought out of her mind. She focuses on the positivity and goes after it. And achieves it too. This is the best part of the novel.<br /><br /><b>What I wanted more..</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aparajita grew up with many things lacking in her life. Her life was unusual, yet she never carried the stain of her past. That I found a bit 'neglected'. I will not say that it left any holes in the story but if her pain too would have been brought out, her grit and determination to achieve more would have reached a higher level tool.<br /><br />For eg. When her mother would abuse the school bus driver for driving through their streets till the time the driver reveals a secret - it did not seem to leave much of an impact on Aparajita's life. What did she feel when the driver would roll down her street? We know her mother's emotions.. but hers?<br /><br />Another thing that would have made this near perfect story even better is taking care of proofreading and editing.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>A meaningful narration...</b><br /><b><br /></b> I would really like to keep aside the editing defects of this novel and focus on the questions it raises?<br /><br />1) Why do we stereotype our children? We want such perfect friends for our kids that we install in their young mind whom to mix with and who is good or bad. In our black and white lives, we forget the shades of gray. We forget that girls like Aparajita exist.<br /><br />2) The schools are meant as educational institutions and have not right to refuse education to any children due to their&nbsp;background.<br /><br />3) Aparajita is a lucky girl and found a Raj. But how many such Raj's are in this world? What do women like Ramya do under such circumstances?<br /><br />4) It's very clear that the money is mostly made by the pimps and the madams who run the 'houses'? So even after sleeping with multiple partners in a day, the prostitutes don't earn anything. What is our government doing? Is it only the headache of the social workers who get no help from our police bodies too?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b> <b>I think Mayank Sharma has done a fabulous job in raising these question. If only he got it better edited, I would have given this book a 5 star.&nbsp;</b></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Grab your copy here&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01M28OE1C&amp;asins=B01M28OE1C&amp;linkId=130d95c4a649bb72d6020755a79a3a75&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-26866544952664709582017-04-19T13:14:00.000-07:002017-04-19T13:14:55.910-07:00Book Review: 1857 Dust of Ages Vol 1: A Forgotten Tale by Vandana Shanker<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1481027538l/33278971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1481027538l/33278971.jpg" width="251" /></a>Name of the Book: 1857 Dust Of Ages</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Vandana Shanker</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33278971-1857-dust-of-ages-vol-1" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>An Introduction</b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This is not a novel nor a novelette. Having said that you need to read this short introduction to the series to fall in love with Vandana's writing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>What is it about?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Set in the period of 1857 when the British Raj was controlling the privy purses of the small kingdoms of India, a British soldier falls in love with &nbsp;Princess Meera. The gateway to this period is through the POV of Shiv who has found some old documents in his grandmother's old haveli. &nbsp;A tale that spins over time and crosses the boundaries of past and present, will keep any historical romance lovers enthralled.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But keep in mind that this story ends abruptly and you will rush to pick up the Volume 2 in the series like I am doing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The language of the Author</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is beautiful. Very descriptive and her strength is the way she describes an environment. Very apt for this genre where visualization of a scene is very much needed.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shiv's grandmother owned an old haveli. Since his parents were settled in Singapore from the time he was 6 years old, they now felt that she had become too old to stay alone. Shiv got to see the old documents that belonged to generations of his family. That excites the historian in him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>"The room held all the memorabilia of the past – discarded cartons and boxes, old utensils, some broken furniture, out-of-date fittings, Shiv’s old cycle and a cricket bat. &nbsp;Through the golden motes of dust, Amma pointed at the wooden chest in one corner. Shiv dragged it out and carried it to the living room."</i></b></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In some of the scenes, I got goosebumps the way she has described the period of 1857. Those creaking doors and the glitter from the past - the abandoned and the false sense of securities of the rajas of that period have are well written.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Interesting topic&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I found the period she chose very rare. Not many stories of this period in the Indian history is available (I think) Women are not shown in their subdued forms but rather as equals. Though she was not given the right to rule but it was not due to the rules the Indians had for their women but rather the political aspirations of the Britishers. Or maybe a mix of both. But this short introduction to the series got me ready to read the already published books of this series.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Weaving a periodic tale</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Historical romance is a difficult genre to write. Not only are the stats need to be correct but weaving the tale around those stats is equally challenging.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Bhanu Pratap had seen these privileges erode with time. The relationship with the neighboring kingdoms had changed. The British Company became too strong.</i></b></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The changing period from monarchy to the British Raj. The changing attitude of the natives from nationalists to British loyalist of this era weaved as a story from the point of view of Shiv, John, and Meera. Looking forward to reading the remaining in the series from Vandana.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Grab your copy here&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><br /><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01MXVFURW&amp;asins=B01MXVFURW&amp;linkId=2b0f1b46625d355a4d955cd96084ca0f&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /><br /></div></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-17477056240767604392017-04-19T10:12:00.001-07:002017-04-19T10:12:47.547-07:00Finding The Angel: Where it all Began<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://img.tradeindia.com/fp/1/003/289/261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://img.tradeindia.com/fp/1/003/289/261.jpg" height="200" width="141" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you ever seen a writer's face when they see a review on Goodreads or Amazon? I never knew the feeling till I got my very first review of Knitted Tales. Well, that is the tale for another day. <b>One of my readers asked me why I chose a Faberge Egg as the subject of my story.</b> Here is a small tale attached to that.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The year was 1983 (I think).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you seen those <b>egg toffees </b>in India?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They looked something like the picture on the left side of this post but more colorful. I couldn't find a more authentic pic than this. So as the tale proceeds, my two-year-old bro was crazy after these colorful eggs but we were forbidden to eat it. You would get this from the local small grocery shops at I think 12 pieces for Re.1</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My mom found it out that I have bought him those eggs without asking anyone and I got all the verbal thrashing. Now my mom had a peculiar way of thrashing her kids. She would tell us stories which generally had a moral in the story. But this time she told me a love story. The love story of a Russian Czar who stole a very expensive egg for his Princess and had to face many difficulties to find the egg. It was nothing to do with my Re.1 eggs but it stayed in mind for a long time. It was such a beautiful tale. Later I realized that she was telling me a story about a Faberge&nbsp;Egg. The history of which I will continue in my next post.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you&nbsp;<a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/100178045682655888648" target="_blank">+Dola Basu Singh</a>&nbsp;for this lovely review. You can find her review for my Finding The Angel in Goodreads&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbBt-Mv8Txk/WPeYq0PhrcI/AAAAAAAAVWk/xCtP7qFGVRIkrbKcGLpsnvVnZsD4xweBACLcB/s1600/dola%2Breview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jbBt-Mv8Txk/WPeYq0PhrcI/AAAAAAAAVWk/xCtP7qFGVRIkrbKcGLpsnvVnZsD4xweBACLcB/s640/dola%2Breview.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">You can always grab my book from &nbsp;<a href="http://mybook.to/findingtheangel" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and it's also available on Kindle Unlimited.&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/findingtheangel" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEyQXbaLyJ4/WPeaPJik3gI/AAAAAAAAVWw/idylCibcVXgvgEUYQhCOcSIVA1fbf-GKgCLcB/s320/abcd.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-63766923840788691182017-04-17T12:21:00.002-07:002017-04-17T12:21:50.468-07:00Book Blitz: The Princess of A Whorehouse by Mayank Sharma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--y98gNM2QT0/WNN75-f2r-I/AAAAAAAAUZ4/Hct9tnf_HSYjafB_ezwSafCtvJzjaxx8wCLcB/s1600/Banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--y98gNM2QT0/WNN75-f2r-I/AAAAAAAAUZ4/Hct9tnf_HSYjafB_ezwSafCtvJzjaxx8wCLcB/s640/Banner.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i><b>Add your link <a href="http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=698678" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a></b></i></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><b><br /></b></span><i><b>Check the schedule <a href="http://www.tbcblogtours.com/2017/03/schedule-princess-of-whorehouse-story.html" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a></b></i><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>THE PRINCESS OF A WHOREHOUSE: THE STORY OF A&nbsp;</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>SWAMP LOTUS</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>by</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Mayank Sharma</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFcP0vtKfP4/WI72gUZrrzI/AAAAAAABvh8/HIV0rpOgpQE1XMbs3OXYnXumft_NljOPACLcB/s1600/whorehouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFcP0vtKfP4/WI72gUZrrzI/AAAAAAABvh8/HIV0rpOgpQE1XMbs3OXYnXumft_NljOPACLcB/s640/whorehouse.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32849517-the-princess-of-a-whorehouse" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ouBLXZR4g6s/WI72gfNqAqI/AAAAAAABvh4/lBAVAw1J8G05h6pZJ3DFa93l3EY3R92NwCEw/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Blurb</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Aparajita is a tenacious go-getter. Her name means unconquerable in Sanskrit, and she lives up to its meaning.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Just like any other ambitious girl, she desires to fulfil her dreams and become an independent individual. Far and wide, the shadow of her melancholy past chases her passage. The fact that her widowed mother is a former sex worker irks the community.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Nonetheless, she is not ashamed to reveal her mother's past.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Will she lose hope, or will she defy an enigma that is centuries-old? 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He works with a leading technology multinational in Delhi. He has authored a number of articles and white papers on software technology and processes. For the first time in April 2014, his article was featured in Better Software magazine published in Florida, USA. Writing has become Mayank's greatest passion when he observed how it can trigger the winds of change. He is gradually transforming from a “left-brained” writer to a “right-brained” writer. Besides writing, he is passionate about sketching, painting, and making sculptures since childhood.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">India is the fifth-largest economy in the world with the Gross Domestic Product growth at 7.1 percent. Contrary, India ranks 118 out of 157 countries in the happiness index. The fact seized Mayank’s attention towards social problems affecting social support, freedom of choices, and generosity, to name a few. Having travelled across continents and associated with people with diverse beliefs and values, he became more curious about the social riddles curtailing liberties across societies. He penned his debut novel, The Princess of a Whorehouse, when he came across some real life incidents that quivered his soul.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">You can stalk him&nbsp;@</span></b></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="http://authormayanksharma.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0X273spW7c/UivW_2IDmCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QQCldxNShzc/s1600/bloodWhiteButton+-+Website+Small.png" /></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://www.facebook.com/mayanks.author" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmEh92KtPN8/Ua1UGAxaUSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TAKBooXiSt0/s1600/Facebook+Button.png.png" /></a>&nbsp; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgk3PZGCeDU/WNoSvvgJweI/AAAAAAAAUtM/DGrCZf6yrsofugcQSg8BWNCxQcAEFghFACLcB/s1600/Banner%2B.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgk3PZGCeDU/WNoSvvgJweI/AAAAAAAAUtM/DGrCZf6yrsofugcQSg8BWNCxQcAEFghFACLcB/s640/Banner%2B.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Check out the <a href="http://www.tbcblogtours.com/2017/03/schedule-key-to-my-soul-by-probal.html" target="_blank">Schedule Here</a></span></b><br /><br /><b><br /></b> <b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>KEY TO MY SOUL</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>by</i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Probal Mazumdar</i></span></b></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha6QHIibIWo/WKQHq_uBu9I/AAAAAAABvnw/ZQiPXuHLKAw5TgvFoIVdw3QFSa7YXPnkgCLcB/s1600/Keytomysoul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha6QHIibIWo/WKQHq_uBu9I/AAAAAAABvnw/ZQiPXuHLKAw5TgvFoIVdw3QFSa7YXPnkgCLcB/s640/Keytomysoul.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33802573-key-to-my-soul" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaUV3iqlM6E/WKQHq-zUraI/AAAAAAABvn0/NOtjgDFV_fYtRNMBDVb4ffaejwBopwPDgCEw/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Blurb</span></b></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">"When Siddharth, a lonely young man with a failed marriage gets a sudden phone-call from a mysterious person about his lost childhood lover, Hazel, and learns that she is battling for life, he is shaken to the core. He also learns that she had left certain letters for him fifteen years back that never reached him. It disturbs him so much that he rushes to the hospital in his old hometown. There he discovers an eclipsed past buried in time that is riddled with dangerous surprises, trauma, twists of fate, sacrifices that exemplify true love and the real reasons for the tragic end of their childhood love story. But will Hazel ever open her eyes to see him..."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Grab your copy&nbsp;@</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.in/Key-My-Soul-Probal-Mazumdar/dp/8193324803" target="_blank">Amazon.in</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MRZXTHK" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a> | <a href="https://www.flipkart.com/key-my-soul/p/itmephhg43un6zk2?pid=9788193324806" target="_blank">Flipkart</a></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Follow the tour&nbsp;@ Pinterest</span><br /><br /><a data-pin-board-width="400" data-pin-do="embedBoard" data-pin-scale-height="240" data-pin-scale-width="80" href="https://www.pinterest.com/rubinaramesh/key-to-my-soul-by-probal-mazumdar/"></a> <script async="" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>About the author</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YELGFTvj7Hg/WKQHq95LOoI/AAAAAAABvn8/wYZylIw4mvkIvM0BUz3XtYQuRb3_pUsnQCEw/s1600/Probal-Pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YELGFTvj7Hg/WKQHq95LOoI/AAAAAAABvn8/wYZylIw4mvkIvM0BUz3XtYQuRb3_pUsnQCEw/s320/Probal-Pic.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Probal Mazumdar works in an IT company. He is an NIT engineer by societal pressure, singer by accident, guitarist by love at first sound, poet by soul, writer by passion, a world class badminton player in childhood dreams, rebel by day, recluse by night, a samosa in a family of laddoos, a Jughead at the dining table, a shameless and congenital dreamer.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Oh! An arsonist too – when his wife is not around, sets his own house on fire with his little son.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">He won the FIRST prize in the All India Poetry Competition, 2014, conducted by PSI (Poetry Society of India). Click on <a href="http://www.indianpoetry.org/awardsgeneral14.htm">www.indianpoetry.org/awardsgeneral14.htm</a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">His other poems have risen too from cold storage into literary journals like <i>Indian Literature</i> (Sahitya Akademi), <i>Wasafiri</i> (U.K. Vol. 67), <i>Acumen</i> (U.K.), <i>OtherPoetry</i> (U.K.), <i>Chandrabhaga Literary Journal</i> (Editor Jayanta Mahapatra), <i>Dhauli Review</i>, amongst others.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">He writes short stories too. This is his first foray into writing a novel.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">The Title of the Book is “Key To My Soul.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">The entire plot and story of the novel hinges on these words of the Title. Once the protagonist, Sidd, finds out the Key, he enters the Soul of his long lost beloved. The words, “Key to my Soul” is also a phrase used by his beloved in a letter to him which is the axis the story revolves around.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Click on the links below to check out the media mentions about this author:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.orissapost.com/epaper/150117/p2.htm" target="_blank"><b>Orissa Post Link</b></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; 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text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1474437182l/31827147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1474437182l/31827147.jpg" width="250" /></a>Name of the Book: Her Secret Husband</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Sundari Venkatraman</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31827147-her-secret-husband?from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Ruma lifted the phone to call Ranveer’s extension. As the phone rang, she checked the taller of the two men."&nbsp;</blockquote><br />And with that Ruma meets Lakshman. Just the right kind of tingling feeling that makes the reader turn every page of the book. Sundari Venkatraman has this tendency to make the reader fall in love with her heroes. At least the female readers. &nbsp;This time it's the baker who is not only handsome but also has a heart of a gold. A few cynics might point out that such specimen don't exist. Maybe in the real world, they don't. But they do in the world created by Ms. Vekatraman, where every romance reader can escape and forget realism.<br /><br /><br /><b>The Love Story</b><br /><b><br /></b> Is passionate. Where the demand is not only from the man but from the woman also. Ruma knows her mind and she is anything but shy.<br /><br />However much critics scream the word 'cliche' when such a beautiful moment is born, fans of die hard romance will always feel a tear of joy trailing down their cheeks when such a moment occurs. When Ruma meets Lakshman at Ranveer's office, little did they know that their chance meeting would turn into a beautiful romance?<br /><br />But the title Her Secret Husband intrigued me when I first saw it. From the time I have been reading romance, titles like His secret wife, reluctant wife, runaway bride had always been there, but with role reversal, this turns out to be a pleasant change.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">Lakshman woke up with a jerk from his dream.It was a recurring one about Ruma Malhotra.</blockquote><br />Is this how a guy feels?<br /><br />I have often wondered about the initial thoughts of my hubby was when he met me. &nbsp;The very first thought which makes a man decide that he wants to meet a woman again. Did he too spend a few sleepless nights or did a silly grin made him feel foolish in front of his friends? Sundari Venkatraman has brought this out beautifully.<br /><br />Her second-born spoke little, but she was attuned to his body language.<br /><br /><b>The Family Saga.</b><br /><br />I often call her Sooraj Barjatiya of the Indie world. Ms. Venkatraman does not create novels. She brings to live her characters. Long after you close her books, the characters stay on with you. And when one character makes a special appearance in her other novels, you feel like you have won the prize of a treasure hunt.<br /><br /><br /><b>Hotter and Bolder&nbsp;</b><br />Sundari has really heated the scenes between Ruma and Lakshman. I like the way Ruma is not a damsel in distress. She can initiate a proposal, make love to her man and if need be learn every aspect of his business and walk along with him. &nbsp;Even though Sundari's heroines don't carry the torch of feminism burning brightly, they create a space based on equality, passion.<br /><br /><b>The feeling of homecoming&nbsp;</b><br />With every book of Sundari, I feel I am watching a daily soap. Characters from her previous books make an appearance and I feel excited every time that happens. From what I have read of Sundari, she does not do hate, she only spreads the love.&nbsp;</div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Grab your copy here&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><br /><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01LXLH317&amp;asins=B01LXLH317&amp;linkId=196b3a07d5dcbd0dc71f955ef84163a6&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /></div></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-68218860134293174832017-04-05T10:54:00.001-07:002017-04-05T12:28:31.009-07:00Book Review: Fighting For Tara by Sunanda Chatterjee <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1466405323l/30653456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1466405323l/30653456.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>Name of the Book: Fighting For Tara</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Sunanda Chatterjee</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb&nbsp;<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30653456-fighting-for-tara?from_search=true#other_reviews" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a><br /><br /><b>A heart touching subject&nbsp;</b><br /><br />I had read this book quite a while back but if I am to blame anyone for not writing this review, I lay the blame (gently) on the shoulders of my ....ummm kids. :D But this story had been gnawing at the back of mind and it's one of those tales which one will find hard to forget. The settings are perfect, heart touching and make you question humanity.<br /><br />A child married to an old man when it was time for her to play with dolls. Instead of making a dollhouse she had to feed the baby girl, Tara. &nbsp;The birth of Tara itself heralds a stream of question is Hansa's life. Can she keep her girl child? What are her priorities? Her husband's death brings on another facet of life in front of her. Widow remarriage to girl infanticide.<br /><br /><b>Why are not laws implemented?</b><br /><br />I don't understand what our lawmakers do when such a thing happens. Just as Hansa runs away from one trouble, she lands up in a ring of prostitution. Escaping that, she finds life in another country.<br /><br />Another country. Sadly, that is the truth behind our lives. Are we Indians all closing our eyes and not seeing exactly what is happening? When hundreds of children are forced into prostitution due to a few greedy pimps. Where are our lawmakers? Hansa is lucky but can others feel the do the same? Oh yeah, Fighting for Tara will bring out a few strong emotions in your heart.<br /><br /><b>Girls like Hansa&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b> Are not rare in any part of the world. While I understand sex education and moral science classes are very important in all schools, I think every child should be taught how to defend themselves. Hansa shows a logical &nbsp;thinking process from an early age and this helps her to face many situations. Like running away from the man who wanted to marry her, running away from prostitution and ultimately fighting for the child who was the reason for her living - Tara.<br /><br /><b>Hansa gets lucky&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b> When she is saved by a loving childless couple. I almost pitied the mom in this case. She adopted without knowing what she was getting into. Adoption can be very complicated if secrets are kept from the adoptive parents. But do I blame Hansa for doing what she did? I don't know. Sitting in my cushioned den, it's very easy to be moralistic but a girl has got to do what she has to do to survive the odds.<br /><br /><b>Many issues raised.&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b> Sunanda has done a lovely job in raising many issues. &nbsp;Child marriage and a girl without support once her old husband dies. If this part was taken care of India, she wouldn't &nbsp;have had the need to cross the seven seas.<br /><br /><b>Neat ending&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b> A few questions churned within me when I probed deeper into the story. Hansa's adjustment to the western culture was almost seamless. True she was learning English for a long time but dialects? Adopting a new culture must not have been easy, especially for a girl from her background.<br /><br />But keeping this one point aside, the jealousy of the mothers, the fighting spirit of Hansa and the growth of Hansa as a woman will leave a lump in your throat. It's definitely one of those books you would want to keep on your shelf for a long time.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Grab your copy here&nbsp;</i></b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01H9BS428&amp;asins=B01H9BS428&amp;linkId=f886e134c056f4294091692ab5b03cbc&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-50743260628405430612017-03-31T21:58:00.000-07:002017-03-31T22:01:46.028-07:00Book Review: Finding Juliet by Toffee <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrTIw8C19Ps/WHXC8fGBdSI/AAAAAAABvSY/t-L914v5TgYXXlDxuZK7gVjnWEMyxS7TQCEw/s1600/findingjuliet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrTIw8C19Ps/WHXC8fGBdSI/AAAAAAABvSY/t-L914v5TgYXXlDxuZK7gVjnWEMyxS7TQCEw/s400/findingjuliet.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Name of the Book: Finding Juliet&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Toffee</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Publisher: Srishti Publisher&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 4 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My Review:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">‘Every time I tried kissing happiness, it came very close to me and then pushed me away,’ I said, looking at the glass of vodka in my hand..."</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The above lines set the mood of the story. You already form an opinion of what lies ahead. You already get a glimpse of the characters you will be traveling along within these pages and you already know that this is a post-Devdas story...<br /><br />Wrong.<br /><br />This is the window to the world of Arjun. Where you glimpse an innocent boy, standing at the thresh hold of his virginity, confused by the confusing emotions playing around him. A boy who had to grow up when disaster strikes and rips his world apart.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Toffee is one writer who is very sure of his audience. The young college going crowd who are victims of their own confusion. Yet that is just one part of their personality. They have so much inner strength that you can but only marvel at their tenacious nature. Their bouncing back in life. And this novel is all about that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Arjun has a weak heart. And by that, I don't mean in the medical sense. He falls in love very quickly - every time. To give him his due, it's mostly the girls who are ditching him but he is not one of those guys who will be lost in memories. I like that - a good lesson for the young Romeos out there. Finding Juliet is almost like a journey. A journey to find one's true love. Often we are searching for things out of our comfort zone, forgetting to look around us. But where love is concerned, destiny plays a very important part and Toffee has used it very effectively to bring together the two lovers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Arjun and Shraddha...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That is the first love story. I liked Arjun a lot. His innocence was quite touching. An innocence which reminded me of my own 20's when the people around us start shaping our lives. Even I was surprised regarding the outcome of this love story but like I said before, destiny already had set the wheels of their life in motion and however much Arjun tries, he could not escape it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In this section, I found the author's narration very filmy. His comparison of the protagonist's life with movies like 3 idiots and Dil Chahta hai makes you wonder how much influence the Bollywood movies had on the author. But that is the phase which we all have gone through. So keeping the age factor in mind, I thought it was very well projected.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Anjali...</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The anchor in Arjun's life whom he had met when he was four years of old. From childhood love to escaping commitment. But throughout the story, Anjali remain his conscious. So what makes Arjun commitment phobic? Sometimes I found him downright idiotic who went about life crying over people whom he had lost rather than appreciating the one's he had at that point in time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The main disappointing phase of Arjun's life was when he met the girls after Neha. One after the other proved his character to be very shallow. There was no hero like quality which made me want to read them. The guys any college going girl will meet in a canteen, who either will whistle at you or turn into a roadside Romeo. Love without dignity does not fascinate the reader in me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But let's not forget the title - Finding Juliet. It's after all the protags journey in finding love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Author's style:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Toffee comes across as a very bold writer and I like his writing style - young and peppy. But don't go about searching for literary context. It's a romance in which you will see the growth of a protagonist and that to me, as a reader, is very important.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Would I recommend it?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A one time read which will make you smile at places and grit your teeth at a few crude scenes. This is a raw romance, not a story of a dashing hero and damsel in distress. It's the story of the youth of today.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-72381120509137368502017-03-23T18:57:00.001-07:002017-03-23T18:57:58.038-07:00Magazine Review: YuGen: Universe Is In Your Hands<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ygHj-0tLfE/WNR7zMMx8uI/AAAAAAAAUbA/efYbWJgEYmwULIpmpl47eX82v3Zl_5jlgCLcB/s1600/IMG-20170122-WA0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ygHj-0tLfE/WNR7zMMx8uI/AAAAAAAAUbA/efYbWJgEYmwULIpmpl47eX82v3Zl_5jlgCLcB/s320/IMG-20170122-WA0012.jpg" width="247" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">When Rishikesh Pande, Co-Founder of Artists' Syndicate And Managing Editor of YuGen magazine approached me to review their newly launched magazine, I was a bit skeptical. I am not a huge fan of online magazines. How can one beat the crisp feeling of new pages and the warmth that a paper magazine fresh out of the press? But reading this one has been an interesting experience.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The magazine is divided into the following sections:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiction: Poetry: Essays: Spotlight: Reviews: Writer's Guidance. What exactly the magazine is about, you will get a clearer picture from the following lines:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQjHvzHdvqo/WNR7Mug9NOI/AAAAAAAAUa4/gVFIjrRNjjcmKTEsHUKcc8C4tmxLJ0VyQCLcB/s1600/no.1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kQjHvzHdvqo/WNR7Mug9NOI/AAAAAAAAUa4/gVFIjrRNjjcmKTEsHUKcc8C4tmxLJ0VyQCLcB/s640/no.1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- words of Akash Rumade, Editor-in-chief</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, though does not make mankind intellectual, yet providence says that we fall in love with our eyes first. And in this case, the artwork of Ekta Ray is really eye catching. Haunting. And throughout this issue, this haunting echo has been maintained.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaGjigoiOAA/WNR74yuYmVI/AAAAAAAAUbE/cRYYF5ox5dU_YeWhIYLaq6uJ2FJF1KHdgCLcB/s1600/IMG-20170122-WA0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaGjigoiOAA/WNR74yuYmVI/AAAAAAAAUbE/cRYYF5ox5dU_YeWhIYLaq6uJ2FJF1KHdgCLcB/s320/IMG-20170122-WA0013.jpg" width="247" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">You can see the minds of the youngsters of today working furiously, trying to keep the tapestry of literature kindled in the minds of the younger generation. And with that, I do hope Mr. Rumade realizes how much of a responsibility he is shouldering. For such articles as this magazine boasts of are about motivation, direction and spreading the love of words. I wish him all the best for the forthcoming issues.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This issue is studded with a myriad of articles dedicated to different forms Art. Most of them are about the pathos of unfulfilled dreams. A dirge for unrequited love for the medium of art. Be it a short fiction of Rishikesh Pandey aptly titled 'The Artist' or 'Fair Darkness' by Sneha Pandey, both have a similar ending which rattled me up. In the midst of this darkness, the silver lining is no doubt the man in the spotlight - Paresh Tiwari.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Haiku section deserves a special mention. I'm not an expert in any form of poetry but these lines had maintained the 'mood' of the magazine. The Haikus by Akash Rumade are emphatic and intense.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9uO5njn05o/WNR7_v2kQhI/AAAAAAAAUbI/0JB3QFzZCVARNwiEq4SkXBf5PWc75F6_gCLcB/s1600/IMG-20170122-WA0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9uO5njn05o/WNR7_v2kQhI/AAAAAAAAUbI/0JB3QFzZCVARNwiEq4SkXBf5PWc75F6_gCLcB/s320/IMG-20170122-WA0011.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Review section was good with the movie Pink being the flavor of the year. 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLXPWBc6sUQ/WKvLA4bTPjI/AAAAAAAASy8/KH11X9UAINQ6iNgW03rmuqA0tfe9wKqHgCLcB/s1600/banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLXPWBc6sUQ/WKvLA4bTPjI/AAAAAAAASy8/KH11X9UAINQ6iNgW03rmuqA0tfe9wKqHgCLcB/s640/banner.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>1857 DUST OF AGES VOL 1:</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>A FORGOTTEN TALE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>by</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Vandana Shanker</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KuCMEkfmWzY/WI8FO_YeG3I/AAAAAAABviw/Dxx66FpK9xEHZyS7BZndYQKJJQVsPxS9wCLcB/s1600/1857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KuCMEkfmWzY/WI8FO_YeG3I/AAAAAAABviw/Dxx66FpK9xEHZyS7BZndYQKJJQVsPxS9wCLcB/s640/1857.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33278971-1857-dust-of-ages-vol-1" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouBLXZR4g6s/WI72gfNqAqI/AAAAAAABviA/55AZ9xbXYOcQXBJST1GEiBt5Q6tEhi2igCEw/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Blurb</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">1857. The rebellion erupts in India. Despite its attempts to stay aloof, NAVGARH, a small town near Delhi, is drawn into the conflagration. And at its heart are Princess Meera and Captain Richard Smith, with their strange alliance made for the throne of Navgarh.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">2016, Shiv Sahai, a young Indian art historian and Ruth Aiken, a British scholar discover an excerpt from the journal of an anonymous British soldier, searching for his wife in the chaos of 1857 Delhi. As they begin investigating the scandal, they become aware of the vague rumours that are told in the bylanes of Navgarh – about a princess who married a British soldier to save her kingdom.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Check out the tour in&nbsp;<a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/112240956662376459016" target="_blank">+Pinterest</a>&nbsp;</b></span> <a data-pin-board-width="900" data-pin-do="embedBoard" data-pin-scale-height="120" data-pin-scale-width="115" href="https://www.pinterest.com/rubinaramesh/1857-dust-of-ages-by-vandana-shanker/"></a> <script async="" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Read an excerpt from the book...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="height: 450px; line-height: 3em; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 650px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Prologue</span><br /><br />Camp, Delhi Cantonment, 16 August, 1857.<br /><br />Things have changed forever. A day spent in the company of my old friend Knox made it clear. These distances can never be bridged.<br /><br />The pole of his tent snapped in the storm yesterday; and for the sake of old friendship, I offered Knox my humble abode. But his rancour was jarring. His determination to teach the enemy a lesson, the unshaken belief in the rightness of our mission– such bitterness asks too much of friendship and duty.<br /><br />Earlier we went over the battlefield. One of our regiments was destroying the village near the bridge to prevent the enemy from getting cover in it. Elephants were pulling down the walls. The villagers stood by as their houses turned into mud while the monsoon clouds gathered on the horizon. Unfortunately, they were the Jats, who, for the most part, are our friends. We decided that the destruction of their homes and fields was necessary. Twenty-three men – their countrymen – were lying together in the ditch at the back of the village; we weren’t sure if they were the rebels. A party of Rifles killed then en masse, just to be sure.<br /><br />We left the village with our bags swollen like raisins in water. And who can blame our light-fingered gentry? Armies are said to travel on their stomach.<br /><br />At some distance from our camp, I can see the sun setting over the fort of Delhi. It isn’t much different from the first sunset I witnessed here years ago. How things have changed! We came with a mission – to know this exotic land, to bring the light of knowledge and civilization to its darkness. Now the memory leaves me embarrassed. These massive red walls made me uneasy even then. Today they mock our camp again. Whatever be the outcome of this devil’s wind, it has revealed the banality of our mission.<br /><br />Knox’s bitterness is an expression of the anger in the camp. When the cannons are quiet, the silence resounds with confusion, with terror, with rage, but most of all with the question ‘Why?’ As we sit around a small fire every night, the question rages in every mind. ‘Why the mutiny? Haven’t we brought the glory of civilization to this land of superstition?’ These thoughts simmer as we deal with hunger, heat and rain.<br /><br />But soon these questions will be forgotten. The winners will annihilate the other side. Already I see the madness in the eyes as rumours reach us from other places – Cawnpur, Jhansi, Lucknow. Madness will soon be let loose.<br /><br />I often feel that the answers that elude me today were within my grasp a short while ago. They are somewhere near, yet unreachable, like the time gone by.<br /><br />I promise to look for them once I have found her again. For she, I feel, holds a part of it.<br /><br />So every evening, I try to escape this madness by thinking about her, Princess Meera of Navgarh, a rebel soldier and my wife. It is the third year of our marriage. Three years of tenuous links and fragile understanding. It was only a matter of time before an explosion happened. And it happened that eventful week when Navgarh too burnt in the fire raging all across India. The news that the sepoys in Meerut had rebelled spurred both of us. Did I expect Meera to be a dutiful wife when all her beliefs, her convictions pulled her in the opposite direction? Was I surprised on knowing that she was in Delhi, amongst the rebels? Would she be surprised on knowing that I have followed her as an enemy… a British officer? And as I follow her, I stand here once again, after five years, outside the walls of the Red Fort in Delhi.<br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Grab your copy&nbsp;@</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MXVFURW" target="_blank">Amazon.com</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01MXVFURW" target="_blank">Amazon.in</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MXVFURW" target="_blank">Amazon.co.uk</a>&nbsp;</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>About the author</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4iGpJ6AgFM/WI8FPCPXRXI/AAAAAAABvi4/SYqaKvXu42A7iBLSyTlrkZCLdxLP51powCEw/s1600/vandanashanker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4iGpJ6AgFM/WI8FPCPXRXI/AAAAAAABvi4/SYqaKvXu42A7iBLSyTlrkZCLdxLP51powCEw/s320/vandanashanker.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Delhi-born Vandana Shanker is the author of the series 1857 Dust of Ages, a historical fiction set in the year of the great uprising in India. A PhD from IIT Delhi, Vandana is passionate about history, storytelling and art. Apart from writing, she teaches literature and creative writing in Malaysia. She has also taught in Universities in India and Vietnam. 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, &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>HER SECRET HUSBAND</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>(Marriages Made in Heaven Book #3)</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>by</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Sundari Venkatraman</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Siwfu_XQlK0/V-DYbdEbf4I/AAAAAAABs5c/xvoFKxpZsWQYZnI6U7v_anbEkFk5jceSgCLcB/s1600/SecretHusband.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Siwfu_XQlK0/V-DYbdEbf4I/AAAAAAABs5c/xvoFKxpZsWQYZnI6U7v_anbEkFk5jceSgCLcB/s640/SecretHusband.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31827147-her-secret-husband" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRL4a8PSLY0/V-DPzG-JFtI/AAAAAAABs5A/adVgYjhAVUYvbnJcSRd1EhjBbcq7p6pfACEw/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Blurb</b></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">The Maheshwaris are back, a little secretly this time!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">What do you do if you find a man who looks like chocolate, speaks like warm syrup, looks at you like you were the most precious cake ever created, and he can bake too? You marry him, even if in secret.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Ruma Malhotra falls head over heels and a little more in love with Lakshman Maheshwari, but her parents insist that she marry a rich businessman of their choice. When Ruma's only option is to marry Lakshman in secret, she is left torn between her love for her parents and her passion for Lakshman. Is a secret marriage the solution or will it lead the way to a public disappointment?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Lakshman Maheshwari falls in love with Ruma Malhotra the first time he sets his eyes on her in Ranveer's office. Will he agree to marry Ruma in secret even if it means betraying his parents?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Psst... Those who have read THE MALHOTRA BRIDE might be happy to reconnect with Sunita &amp; Akshay Malhotra in this one.&nbsp;</span></div><span style="color: red; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: medium;"></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">*MARRIAGES MADE IN INDIA is a five-novella series that revolves around the characters you have met in The Runaway Bridegroom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;">Follow the tour in&nbsp;<a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/112240956662376459016" target="_blank">+Pinterest</a>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a data-pin-board-width="900" data-pin-do="embedBoard" data-pin-scale-height="120" data-pin-scale-width="115" href="https://www.pinterest.com/rubinaramesh/her-secret-husband-by-sundari-venkatraman/"></a> <script async="" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Read an excerpt from #HSH</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="height: 450px; line-height: 3em; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 650px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;;">“What’s up?” he asked, trying to keep the situation light. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">She winked at him. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question?” she asked, looking pointedly down at his lower body.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">Reacting to her flirtation, his manhood immediately sprang to action, making Lakshman swear. “Cut that out, Ruma,” he growled, sidestepping her as she would’ve wrapped her arms around him. “I need a shower,” he insisted, not meeting her eyes. He went into the bathroom and locked himself in. The place smelled of Ruma. Cursing, Lakshman stood under the cold shower to tame his libido. She looked like she meant business. How could he convince her to wait till they got married? He dried himself with the towel that was on a rack, glaring at the mirror. He needed a shave. But no, they weren’t going to make love, so it didn’t really matter. Just then he realised that he would have to step out in the towel as his clothes were in the wardrobe. Swearing again, Lakshman walked into the bedroom.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“Laki,” called out Ruma, eyeing him avidly. Fascinated, she got up from the bed and walked up to him. He appeared like a Greek God with his chiselled body that was still damp from the shower.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">She stood close to him and raised her left hand to caress his rough cheek. Her right hand was hooked into his towel as if she was going to pull it off him any second. Lakshman clamped his hand on hers, his fingers holding the towel firmly. “No!”</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“Huh?!” She looked deeply into his eyes, her brown gaze like melted cocoa, inviting him to make love to her. Her mouth was pouted deliciously, glistening wetly, begging for a kiss. Lakshman groaned deep in his throat, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her. He placed his lips on hers, sucking her upper lip. She tasted as sweet as honey, driving him crazy. His right hand moved down the curve of her hip to touch a thigh. He traced the curve, working his way under her nightshirt to encounter her bare bottom.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“Ruma.” He deliberately removed his hands off her and raised his head to look at her.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">She stared back at him with slumberous eyes. “What?” A small frown puckered her forehead.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“We’ll make love after we get married,” he declared.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“What if I don’t agree?”</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“I’ll have to beg, right?” he grinned weakly. “Please, my love. You know your parents won’t agree to a marriage between us. Doesn’t it make sense to wait until after the event?”</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“What if I want you desperately?” She nuzzled his neck, her teeth taking a sharp nip.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">Lakshman groaned again, his arms crushing her to his chest. “Do you love me or just lust after my body?”</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , serif;">“Can’t I do both?”&nbsp;</span></div></div></div></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Grab your copy&nbsp;@</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01LXLH317" target="_blank">Amazon India</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LXLH317" target="_blank">Amazon USA</a> |&nbsp;</b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LXLH317" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a> |&nbsp;</b></span><b style="font-family: georgia, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: xx-large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LXLH317" target="_blank">Amazon Canada</a> |&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><b style="font-family: georgia, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: xx-large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LXLH317" target="_blank">Amazon Australia</a></b></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>About the author</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Klkm25duTIM/V-DYy4PiThI/AAAAAAABs5k/nEi7xt53AGs-H0LdPeM1TF9NiG88qF_bACLcB/s1600/SundariV.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Klkm25duTIM/V-DYy4PiThI/AAAAAAABs5k/nEi7xt53AGs-H0LdPeM1TF9NiG88qF_bACLcB/s320/SundariV.jpeg" width="316" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: medium;"><i>Her Secret Husband</i> is the tenth book authored by Sundari Venkatraman. This is a hot romance and is Book #3 of the 5-novella series titled <i>Marriages Made in India</i>. Book #1 of the series is <i>The Smitten Husband</i> &amp; Book #2 is <i>His Drunken Wife</i>. Other published novels by the author are <i>The Malhotra Bride, Meghna, The Runaway Bridegroom, The Madras Affair</i> and <i>An Autograph for Anjali</i>—all romances. She also has a collection of romantic shorts called <i>Matches Made in Heaven</i>; and a collection of human interest stories called <i>Tales of Sunshine</i>. All of Sundari Venkatraman’s books are on Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers in India, USA, UK, Canada &amp; Australia under both #romance &amp; #drama categories.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Books by the author</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNzhDhgK8TA/V-DW-qcwC1I/AAAAAAABs5U/L1Qxur7WlSckwV5b7fr8CSkOsRJCM8LxgCEw/s1600/10titles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="404" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNzhDhgK8TA/V-DW-qcwC1I/AAAAAAABs5U/L1Qxur7WlSckwV5b7fr8CSkOsRJCM8LxgCEw/s640/10titles.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i>We Promote So That You Can Write&nbsp;</i></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i><br /></i></span> <span style="color: #999999; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div></div></div><!-- start InLinkz script --> <script type="text/javascript">document.write('<scr' + 'ipt type="text/javascript" src="https://www.inlinkz.com/cs.php?id=698676&' + new Date().getTime() + '"><\/script>'); </script> <!-- end InLinkz script --></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-31793603505330839842017-02-21T15:10:00.000-08:002017-02-21T15:10:32.845-08:00I’m Not a Betrayer by Sonam Gupta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1480936802l/33255550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1480936802l/33255550.jpg" width="273" /></a></div>Name of the Book: I'm Not A Betrayer<br />Author: Sonam Gupta<br />Star Rating: 3 stars<br />Goodreads: Read the <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33255550-i-m-not-a-betrayer" target="_blank">Blurb </a>here.<br /><br />If Sonam Gupta would not have contacted me to give her my honest opinion, I might not have picked up this book.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A few things that go against this book:</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">1.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>The cover suggests a sensuality which I was not sure of. It did not suggest erotica&nbsp;but rather an underdeveloped cover created for sensationalism.<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;">2.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>The word count. Just 19 pages.<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Still, I took a long time to read this book for the simple matter, I didn't know how to review it. As a woman or as a reader. Many times, a story connects with you yet there are loopholes that stay a long time with you.<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ms. Gupta’s work is more like a conversation. One of those coffee table convos one has with friends. The topic is something which is very much in vogue – marital rape.&nbsp; Let’s first decide what is marital rape?<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote class="tr_bq">“Marital Rape Law and Legal Definition. Marital rape means any unwanted sexual acts by a spouse or ex-spouse that is committed without the other person's consent. Such illegal sexual activity are done using force, threat of force, intimidation, or when a person is unable to consent.”</blockquote><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In the 19 pages, the silent no of Sonam started playing with my mind. Every time I read such stories, I blame the parents. Forcing a girl child to marry just because they want to do their duties. And as parents, why are we so shy about speaking of sex to our children? When will we realize that it is one of the most vital points of a marriage? A girl who is always told to shy away from sex is asked to sleep with a stranger every night without knowing what sex and love are all about. How can we be such hypocrites?<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Every time I read these stories, I want to shout out at our so called society that portrays marriage as an achievement. How can marriage be an achievement? It's a phase of life. One that we should transcend to only if our heart and body want it. I chose my marriage. I choose to be married to my husband and I am damn proud that I am a daughter of such parents who never thought I was ‘supposed’ to be married. But when girls like Sonam are ‘provoked’ I hope they know what they are doing and not resort to criminal acts. Here she has been lucky her husband did not rush to the nearest police station. Though I am glad she found her solution to the problem, I also feel as a writer she has not been able to tell her whole story properly. I wish she had taken the help of someone to bring out her story to its full potential.<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">When did she first say her no? How did her husband react for the first time when she said no? DID SHE EVEN SAY NO? These were the questions that came to my mind every time.<br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As a topic of the day, I can give this story a 5 star. But since I am a reviewer of books, I can only give this 3 stars. But girls who are ready for marriage in India, please read this book. Learn when to say No and definitely Sex is NOT a taboo topic. Speak up, Girls.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Grab a copy of the book here.&nbsp;</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">Also Available on&nbsp;</span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Kindle Unlimited</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01MQMPO9T&amp;asins=B01MQMPO9T&amp;linkId=b89db28cb66bbb0c0115dd5d6a91fe32&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-56645448215859365402017-02-18T15:50:00.002-08:002017-02-18T21:26:02.050-08:00Book Review: These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51aSkoC9IZL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51aSkoC9IZL.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Name of the Book: These Lines of Mehendi&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Sumeetha Manikandana</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Star Rating: 5 stars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Goodreads: Read the Blurb <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29550038-these-lines-of-mehendi?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">here&nbsp;</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">"A ‘married woman’ is an auspicious creature as far as weddings are concerned. It doesn’t matter if her husband is greedy, selfish, foolish, retarded or if she herself was abused, beaten and miserable.”</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And with this note “These Lines of Mehendi by Sumeetha Manikandan” opens the window to our hypocritical society. Have you ever seen the loneliness and desperation etched on the faces of the widows in the streets of Banaras? Young girls can lead a life of desolation and poverty, yet when they try to make something out of their lives, they are shunned by our society. But those same girls can be forced into a life of prostitution and warming the bed of the rich class without anyone pointing their fingers at the men. At that point of time when they are ‘touched’ ‘felt’ and ‘seen’, their inauspicious tags are not questioned by our society. And the saddest part is, we cannot always blame the men for this. Often it’s the woman who causes misery in another woman’s life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The Story:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lalitha is a widow. But her being a widow is not her only problem. She became a widow much before the actual death of her husband. Her husband was abusive and had an affair. She had left her husband just a few months after her marriage and years later she gets the news that he has committed suicide. While the reasons are not known to her, her well-settled life again representing the so-called set paradigm of our hypocritical society. Now she is no longer an abused wife but a widow, which according to our society is a fate by far much worse than being abused. Especially in the line of business, Lalitha was in. Brides would not consider having even her shadow as auspicious.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But fate intervenes and Shrikanth enters her life. &nbsp;A man colored by his past and now he wants only a marriage of convenience. Will the two be able to move on in life forms the nucleus of this short novella by Ms. Manikandan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>What I liked …</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ms. Manikandan has a very soft tone in regaling her stories. You can almost get the feeling of a bonfire night and be listening to tales. Even when the issues are serious, it’s not preachy and weaves in well as a background to the main love story.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Marriage is such a nerve wrecking institution. When you promise your Life to stay with a stranger without knowing where the road is leading to. As a woman, I never guessed how a man would feel, but Ms. Manikandan has brought out the man’s perspective beautifully. &nbsp;Shrikanth’s jitters, his nervousness, and that slight eagerness to see Lalitha are all showcased with the words the author has painted the scene with.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This story has an old movie charm. Innocence. A southern flavor that will make you instantly feel at home with all the characters in this novel – from Padma, the aunt to Geethamma. Ms. Manikandan has created a lovely feel at home kind of story. The voice used throughout is soft and pulls the reader into the love story of Lalitha and Srikanth. The SMS conversation between the two is heart touching.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Would I recommend it:&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With a lot of family values and in today’s day and age an innocent love story. Romance readers you will find passion can be subtle too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had read this book earlier when it was part of a dual collection. Re- reading any novel is actually not my cup of tea but somehow I got sucked into this story and it reads even better than the earlier version.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Grab your copy here&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;OneJS=1&amp;Operation=GetAdHtml&amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;source=ss&amp;ref=as_ss_li_til&amp;ad_type=product_link&amp;tracking_id=thbocl0a-20&amp;marketplace=amazon&amp;region=US&amp;placement=B01CLIW6R8&amp;asins=B01CLIW6R8&amp;linkId=51752f7e3d584549b6893ba7ce89bde8&amp;show_border=true&amp;link_opens_in_new_window=true" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"></iframe></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-67062843935130232192017-02-13T14:16:00.001-08:002017-02-13T14:16:35.084-08:00Book Blitz: THE DOPPELGANGER by Prateek Yadav<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://tbcportfolio.weebly.com/uploads/4/8/4/7/48476629/banner_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://tbcportfolio.weebly.com/uploads/4/8/4/7/48476629/banner_13.jpg" height="236" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tbcblogtours.com/2017/01/schedule-doppelganger-by-prateek-yadav.html" target="_blank">Check the Schedule here</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>THE DOPPELGANGER</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>by</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Prateek Yadav</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_zEaNsk5So/V_aMiHbWR1I/AAAAAAABtEE/clTStKNy7vo4NayPg8-ra94LTpLXJFQHgCLcB/s1600/doppelganger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_zEaNsk5So/V_aMiHbWR1I/AAAAAAABtEE/clTStKNy7vo4NayPg8-ra94LTpLXJFQHgCLcB/s640/doppelganger.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29432023-the-doppelg-nger?" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0fK2QgVe1vc/V_aMjLb1GuI/AAAAAAABtEI/fNdORim6oFQTNPdLaW2-ppWjgaZzKajagCEw/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>BLURB</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">The perfect plan for the perfect heist-a team of con-men, foolproof disguise and a painting worth millions, nothing could have gone wrong. But something did... A man fnds himself on a bus to Manali with nothing but some cash and severe memory loss . Embarking on a frantic hunt for his identity, he begins to discover that his presence in Manali isn't an accident. The closer he gets to the truth, the more elusive it becomes. Ghosts from his past haunt him as he finds himself trapped between his doppelganger, the police, a sadistic gangster and his own dwindling sanity. The journey of the search for his identity ends up being a race for survival.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>Grab &nbsp;your copy&nbsp;@</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.in/dp/819225397X" target="_blank">Amazon India</a>&nbsp;| <a href="https://www.flipkart.com/the-doppelganger-english/p/itmegd6erkxrmjhz?pid=9788192253978" target="_blank">Flipkart</a></b></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Check out the tour&nbsp;<a class="g-profile" href="https://plus.google.com/112240956662376459016" target="_blank">+Pinterest</a>&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a data-pin-board-width="900" data-pin-do="embedBoard" data-pin-scale-height="120" data-pin-scale-width="115" href="https://www.pinterest.com/rubinaramesh/the-doppelganger-by-prateek-yadav/"></a> <script async="" defer="" src="//assets.pinterest.com/js/pinit.js"></script><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b>About the author</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ny_WO5EsxP0/V_aPdJZ5njI/AAAAAAABtEU/3GuH5GR2CD8vJE3zPuqz-xrimRb779vqACLcB/s1600/PrateekProfilePic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ny_WO5EsxP0/V_aPdJZ5njI/AAAAAAABtEU/3GuH5GR2CD8vJE3zPuqz-xrimRb779vqACLcB/s320/PrateekProfilePic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Prateek Yadav was born and raised in Kanpur, Uttar Pradesh. He graduated in economics at IIT Kanpur, and is currently working at Cognizant, Bangalore. He is an avid fiction reader with a keen inclination towards mystery and thrillers. Besides writing he also enjoys sketching and painting. 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i>We Promote So That You Can Write&nbsp;</i></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #999999; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i><br /></i></span> <span style="color: #999999; font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><!-- start InLinkz script --> <script src="https://www.inlinkz.com/cs.php?id=692822" type="text/javascript"></script> <!-- end InLinkz script --><br /><br /></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427915668043453947.post-88114047411460082112017-02-13T14:05:00.000-08:002017-02-13T14:11:27.545-08:00 BOOK REVIEW: THE DOPPELGANGER BY PRATEEK YADAV<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1457291552l/29432023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1457291552l/29432023.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Name of the Book: The Doppelganger</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Author: Prateek Yadav</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Rating: 4 stars</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Read the Blur in <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29432023-the-doppelg-nger?ac=1&amp;from_search=true" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>A Somnambulist</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Is a man traveling in a bus with the loss of memory. Not knowing where he came from and where he was going. A piece of newspaper paves his way on the memory lane, showing him the way to a hotel where he has to start working. Clues are scattered here and there which starts making him question his own characteristic. Is he good or is he bad?</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">The man had mentioned luggage under my seat. I stretched my foot backward, under the seat and sure enough, there was a bag. Was it mine?</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A man who does not have anything to lose is one of the most dangerous man.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The Mysterious Element</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is rampant in this story. A reader will have a few nail-biting moments wondering where the story is leading to. Few frustrating moments are inevitable yet it is the very fact that keeps you turning the pages until the end. There are many moments when I almost gave up especially when the doppelgänger factor was highlighted. After the scene of the painting is unraveled, one would think the story is over as it has run out its course of action. Rest assured, nothing is what it seems.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The Villain Effect</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is what puzzled me a lot in the story. Everybody seemed bad, except maybe Robert and the butler. There was a lot of confusion as to where the characters are going. Just when I was sure that Rai was the major bad character of the story, another character enters and takes a story to another direction.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The Gory scenarios</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Though the actual mystery of the story was simple enough; yet the crimes that they committed are very gory. The one that was committed in the painting room gave me shudders. The author has created many incidents in the 175 pages to keep the readers jumping from page to page.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>The Puzzling Characters</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For a short novel, that many characters in this book would sometimes confuse the readers. Of course, this being a thriller, one is supposed to be confused and due to the doppelgänger effect, even the readers would start questioning Who's Who.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Reason for star rating</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. I kept on guessing who's who throughout the novel.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. The author has done a good job in creating sympathy for the main villain. There were moments, what's the ending when I did not want him to be caught yet the question would keep on popping up as to how he would redeem himself of crimes of that magnitude.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Prakash shouted out ‘hallelujah’ in one of the scenes when he was a street boy. Many street boys of India would know that exclamation.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. In some of the places, there are few discontinuities in the scenes. For example page number 85, he closed the door and in the next moment, he was on the floor. How did he get there? Did he fall? Stumble or sank in the flow in despair? This is an example of nitpicking :-)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">WOULD I RECOMMEND THIS BOOK?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I would. For those who love psychological thrillers, you would have some nail-biting moments in this one. But a fair warning – if at any place you want to play the guessing game here – don't. It will be very frustrating. The Doppelgänger by Prateek Yadav will give you a few nail-biting and thrilling moments – a must for a thriller reader. If you are planning to play the whodunit game, please don't. The ending is unbelievable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">THE LINE THAT STAYED WITH ME:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;">I was losing my mind. There was no denying that now. The questions, the confusions, the guilt, and the horror had knocked down my feeble dam of sanity. However, it was uncanny how my hand was still steady, rock steady. I had just committed ...</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the most horrific moments of this novel.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">Grab your copy from Amaozon.com</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.in/dp/819225397X" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BZ0%2B3pT4L._SX329_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Rubina Rameshhttps://plus.google.com/114990270272877155927noreply@blogger.com0