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Seeking Redemption - Dr Madhu Vajpayee

Book Blurb:



Story of a girl Meera, who is unwittingly drawn into a conflict from where she finds it difficult to emerge unscathed. It's her journey from being a simple, medical graduate belonging to a middle class family to the uncharted territories of corruption and caste based politics. Her path is crossed by the two men, both compelling yet completely contrasting characters, who are forever going to change her life. If it is Aman who can challenge her ideals and defy her resolves, and makes her the person she finally becomes, it is Abhay's sublime love which enables her to go through the vicissitudes of life. It's also the story of her loss as well as triumph against her own demons to find her true self.








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About the Author: Dr.Madhu Vajpayee- the writer was born somewhere in those hospital corridors where she has spent the last two decades of her life. Witnessing life at such close quarters pushed her to capture its enigma in her words and slowly it became her passion. After writing several scientific papers and chapters in books, this book is her first step in literary world.  Having done her graduation, MBBS from King Georges Medical University (KGMU), Lucknow she went ahead to pursue her post-graduation, MD from AIIMS, New Delhi. She was a consultant at All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), New Delhi having been associated with management of patients living with HIV/AIDS. She is now settled in Melbourne, Australia with her family, where she is devoting most of her time to writing, the passion that she couldn’t pursue earlier because of the demands of medical profession and commitment it requires.When not creating stories, Madhu enjoys reading and travelling.
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Who gave birth to you? Mother or Religion???

India has always nurtured, with at most tenderness and warmth, various religions and cultures. Unity in diversity was always a word to exhibit the impartial yet considerate affection of the land towards all its citizens. But currently the scenario had taken a radical shift, where boundaries cut through the land, bleeding and maiming it. Tagore's land of hope and love is bleeding, sliced by the barbed wires of religion- a system man himself constituted to structure society. Today, as man fall short of the understanding that religions were cultural constructs, societies and individuals grope in the darkness brought upon by the blinding veils of fanaticism. They tear apart each other and fight upon the claim to other's lives, even beasts and birds.

The concept of Cow as the Mother is fine. It is, as per our believes a very reasonable one. Cows have literally helped civilizations prosper. But the claim to a complete ban on just cow meat... You can for yourselves see the consequences. The matter is not about the perception about the animal, but the perception of people. There have been many instances where those beasts have been subjected to even unnatural sexual acts by people and  no one had a voice to raise, no one thought of  equating them with divinity. Considering that the Hindu pantheon gives high regard to Cow as a form of Bhoomi devi and Bull as Nandikesh, it is only very proper to consider Naag, adorning Mahadev, Mouse, the vehicle of Sri Ganesh, Peacock vehicle to Karthikey, Lion or Tiger to Devi Gayathri, Swan to Brahma, Garud to Vishnu and so on and bestow upon these creatures as well a promise and security of divinity. Which means all these animals should be worshiped with the same devotion and zeal and should be protected with bans, bellowing aloud how they are sacred and divine.

But, if, this debate about banning beef is solely based on the claim that cow gives us milk, then the same reason has to be summoned to uphold a ban against goat slaughter as well. It gives us manure and milk, just like the cow, and is easily manageable as well. Cow and goat, then, are not the only candidates to the honour. From time immemorial we have depended upon hens for eggs and manure. Eggs are after all part of a  daily advisable diet and is considered essential alongside a glass of milk.  Doesn't this indicate that if cow slaughter calls forth the excuse that cows give us milk and manure and hence have enabled civilizations to progress, then the same has to be done for goats and hens???

But, keeping that aside, if we consider the claim that these creatures exist for man to feed...I consider nothing else as a bigger blunder than this. We are, because other creatures are...They don't need us to survive, but we need them Our entire life and ecosystem depends upon each of those big and small, micro and macro creatures that surround us. Without humans the world will survive, but without the other creatures...nothing will. We are at their mercy and live in a false belief that we rule over those stately beasts and majestic birds.

What claim do you have, man, upon the birds and beasts that the Earth gave birth to, and nurture with care? What right do you have to kill the son of a woman you barely even know!!! What right do you have upon your own self? Who do you think You are? God or Man? Know then. that the God you know was an idea born in someone's head. The real God is around you, and in the beings that surround you. Those beings whom you slaughter to feed on, and those beings whom you consider reasons to your silly fanatic religious quarrels. Know then, that like art and literature, religion is also a collage work of ideas that was born in the heads of many men who wanted to systematize the conduct and dealings when a group of humans began to settle in together and to ensure that equality and peace reigned upon such a collective settlement.

It is a foul blemish, that is rotting and reeking of  a stench, that the present world lacks even one by hundredth the understanding and intellect of the ancestors, who, for the betterment of a group settlement crafted metaphors to function as adhesives to glue us together. And you call them primitive in thought, and you call them barbarians!!! Who are you??? and What do you stand for?? For religion??? Is that it?? And not for the creatures and the world that the real God crafted with love and care??? Not for Mother nature? For Earth? The Mother who gave birth to you and patiently awaits for your enlightenment that the world is your home and all creatures your family??? If you still say that you are a Hindu or a Christian or Musalmaan, i will, once again pose to you my question..... WHO GAVE BIRTH TO YOU? MOTHER OR RELIGION????

A moment with nature

It has been quite a while that i've given my blog a passionate attention. I take that my mind was busy fending off the tendencies of a troubled girl to slip into a reclusive mentality. Glad to say that I am out of it and the first thing that I thought of, was definitely, the reasons of my mind slanting for an option as a recluse in this highly socialized world. This ideas not come as news to any one of you who breath in this millennium. Hyper socializing is the new mantra and secluded rooms of gadget-abundance, the new haven...Thankfully, my cloistering was not related to hi-tech gadgets or enclosed dark rooms, but open space and lots of greens dabbed with colours. That rings as an oxymoron! but still that is the truth. Somehow the abundance of nature and the beauty i had to adore in the little breaks of a student's life pulled me into its clasps as soon as the summer peaked in, pulling away from people and the artificiality of the modern world. Nature has always been a healer for me. And in one way or the other i found myself being excused due to the little ailments that bound me to my house and the nature that surrounds it. I simply look out of the window and i am almost instantly gifted with the sight of a happily flitting squirrel family or a twinkling firefly. No matter what part of the day, the show is open for me and the music ready for me. What more do i need to get dragged into the lazy comfiness in the lap of nature in the midst of the sweltring heat. I sank into the depths of that serenity and stared into that moonlight that seeps into my room through the skylight. 

Review- Lifemaker by Dean F Wilson

Dean F Wilson first caught my attention with his Hopebreaker which was a whole new universe for me. Nothing seemed familiar though everything sounded familiar. Everything held close and positive suddenly changed favors to side with Demons.. Thankfully Demons were demons and humans, humans. Though the obviously distopian world was to shun me away from the book like all such kinds of works do to me, i was surprised to find myself hooked to the pages till the end. It was not long before I realized that it was not the plot, but the language that won my interest. As i progressed i simply loved the book, except for a painful cliffhanger. I hate cliffhangers, they are unbearably painful. But thankfully, my painful wait came to an end when the author himself blessed me with a copy of the follow up... LIFEMAKER! What i love most about his terminologies are despite the myriad chances of naming his war machines and his books with a fancy nerve-wracking  names, Dean F Wilson simply, beautifully names his Resistance's war-machines with terms fit to their purpose. The first one was the beautifully designed Hopebreaker and the Next one a more amazing piece of machinery, The Lifemaker which holds up to its purpose of sustaining humanity within  its metal bowel.

The Resistance , who is in an existential war with the demons who are trying to uproot humanity have built Lifemaker, a submarine, as their under water hide out. They protect within it, what is left of the Pure, who are impregnated so as to continue the human race. Ocean is never a haven free of dangers and while Lifemaker sinks into the depth of the ocean to evade the watchful eyes of the Regime, we share the concerns the inmates feel in that cell under the ocean. New creatures spring to life now and then throwing everything its got on the vessel and more... mines and submersibles of the Regime floats overhead to blast humanity out of the face of the Earth. "Lifemaker" meanders through incidents that keep our curiosity piked up and somewhere we feel the mental states of the characters themselves taking a shift and a turn. Jacob, as always fills in the pages with humour and quips.. I really like that guy! and Whistler is becoming more lively.. This definitely warms up things with moves and counter moves and the dangers in the depths with a saboteur on board! The book just keeps on getting more and more interesting! My rating... 4 out of five. Obviously waiting for the next part.

Routines- out from one and trapped in another

It has been identified that the human mind has a potential to classify things and order actions in order to process the world. In our day to day affairs these well-set order and sequential character of our actions define our existence. Routines have been a part of human life from time immemorial. We are all part of a routine and settle into the most comfortable one. When bored we wriggle free from one routine only to make a new one or to enter into an already existing one. This could be because of the routines we see in nature. The sun rises, sets, moon ascends into the zenith, wanes away, there is day and night, and so on. When trapped in a routine we will be in a constant strife to lose it, but it is also a notable fact that out of the routine we will be like a fish out of water deliberately trying for a new order, a new routine. Being part of a routine has become a habit.

Cyber world defining life- Defined By Others By M C V Egan

The modern world thrives in the cyberspace. One’s identity, connections and professional backgrounds have irreversibly shifted into the digital platform where the world comes together. Defined By Others bases this shifting platform of existence to weave away a yarn out of this new lifestyle. Society has just been digitalized! Anne Guiles, and her friend Connie is about for a surprise when their menacing friend Amanda had been claimed and taken away by cancer. To relieve herself out of the pain and to make living more interesting, the already nosy Amanda utilizes the digital world, adding and deleting while researching to form a new digital reality for a few chosen friends and neighbors. She has trapped them on the hooks of cyber romance. This secret she hands over to Anne, who makes Connie her partner for crime as well. Both were victims to the homosexuality of their husbands and so the digital “game” as Amanda terms it comes to them as an entertainment. Augmented by the psychic powers that Anne is lately developing, the duo begins to enjoy this game. Each of their “victims”, as they term, lives trapped in the virtual reality that Connie manages and Anne, with her psychic abilities creates for them a real virtuality to go with it. Each of us is defined by the society and people we belong with. The society moulds us into what we are. The book remembers to make this as the cherished theme where people are defined by what others think and say for and about us.  With Anne being a woman of words defining each moment by a single word, the linguistic potential of the book is much enjoyable. The way the cyber personas affect the real world is unconditionally true as well. This is yet another eye-opener into the entrapping cyber world. The book is a word of caution to people who cannot differentiate between the real and the virtual world.
Simple yet apt vocabulary defines the book. However, what makes it readable is the fact that the characters mature over time. The initial enthusiasm for cyber intervention into the personal lives of others may sound entertaining, yet what pulls others out of the system will also pull us out one day. The theme is a thought-provoking one into the seriousness and serendipity of relations in and out of the cyber world; the mix might almost get us confused. 


Short Author Bio: M.C.V. Egan is the pen name chosen by Maria Catalina Vergara Egan the author of The Bridge of Deaths and Defined by Others. Catalina is originally from Mexico City, Mexico. She has lived in France, Sweden and various parts of the U.S.A.She has called South Florida her home for the last twenty-five years; she is a writer, a mother a wife and a pretty good cook.Her first book The Bridge of Deathsis available in two different versions, her book Defined by Others is the first in a series Defining Waysexploring what makes us flawed and human. Book two Climbing Up The Family Tree; Defined by Pedigreewill be released in November 2015.
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Defined by Others Character Sketches                                                          © M.C.V. Egan
The characters in Defined by Others are predominantly women. They are all flawed and for the most part very superficial. Some of their flaws are surprising and others are logical. I chose women born in the year 1965, I did this to work with a play on Chinese Astrology.  I made them 47 years old as the book takes place in 2012, one of the characteristics of female snakes according to Chinese Astrology is that they are all very beautiful.I wanted characters that were superficial and very worried about their physique and how others see them; thus being defined by the opinions of others.The women have a connection as teens from growing up in the same affluent town in the American Northeast. The story is fueled by who they are at 47 and who they were at 17.
ANNEis one of the main characters and the story is told from her point of view, in her voice. She is fluent in many languages and loves words. She likes to define every moment with just one word. Her husband recently left her, and he left her broken and confused. Divorce is hard at any age, but divorce because the man you shared almost two decades with realizes he is gay must be brutalAnne has a nice side, she is forgiving of her husband, she tries to get into his skin and appreciate that his confusion, she is still however so confused and vulnerable that when life presents her with a way to make other’s suffer as she has, she is pretty quick to grab it.She has adolescent twins, she is however a very detached parent, as the story evolves she identifies that she continued the family pattern with which she was raised.In the course of the story she has to make numerous life changing decisions. Anne is in a journey of self-discovery and she has likable and dark traits.
CONNIE is also a main character, she is curiously linked to Anne because her respective husbands have fallen for each other and left them. Connie has been carrying the pain and confusion longer than Anne. She is broken and lonely and in Anne she sees the possibility of a friend, ally or at the very least fellow sufferer.Like Anne she does not blame the man who left her, and respects that as the father of her children, she needs to wish him nothing but the very best.She loves to nurture and to cook. She goes completely against her nurturing nature as the story evolves, because she is so hurt, confused and unbalanced.As much as Connie chooses to also manipulate those she sees as her foes, there is a very tender and likable side to Connie. She loves her children very deeply and is very lost when the main focus of her life changes; she was born to be the quintessential mom.


AMANDAis dead, during the entire story-line she manipulates with her legacy from the very grave. She was ravaged by an illness that magnified her negative traits, and if the other characters are to be believed there was nothing positive about Amanda.As the story progresses I do give Amanda a background a reason to be so dark, I did so because otherwise the character would be too flat or cartoon like as an image of pure evil.During her illness she devices away to be cruel and most involved with the women in her past and present. Upon her death (not a spoiler this is the opening of the book) she leaves her “game” to Anne, it is a game of manipulation and deceit through social media.

ALLISONis mean, she identified as Amanda’s mean girl side-kick but she too is a victim of the manipulation game. I have had readers contact me, and it is indeed Allison they seem to dislike the most, I did not feel a need to give her as much depth or an excuse for her nastiness, as she is a secondary character. I just wanted to show that although she is vulnerable, she is also a natural leader.She is clever and assumes she is far cleverer than she really is. As I wrote Defined by Others I did want Allison to be a sort of live walking continuum to Amanda’s nasty side.
PETERis the onlymalein the story who is very present, the husbands are in the sidelines. Peter is a lawyer, he connects with Anne at the beginning of the book as Amanda’s lawyer. He is kind and understanding, he falls for Anne and he falls hard, he is also divorced and as such looking for a new way to fit in. He is not privy to Anne and Connie’s machinations, but he does suspect they are up to no good.I wanted Peter to be a very easy man to love, intelligent, successful, and vulnerable. I had to make him vulnerable by having his ex drop him in a cruel and hurtful way. I made him Amanda’s reluctant lawyer so that he would be aware that Anne had inherited something odd and questionable from Amanda, I did not want to turn him into a detective, he needed some level of awareness to make him believable. I also had him fall in love with Anne, but fall in love with Connie’s cooking and thus forming a strong bond with both women.
MRS. G. (Anne’s mother) is a character that is as much represented by her dialogue and appearances throughout the story as she is by her “secret room”. Mrs. G. was a liberal adventuresome lady who is also defined by others, and as such she pretends to be as conservative as those who surround her world.She has a special room, full of New Age Books and other secrets, she is as such very present throughout the story.

A sneakpeek into Jane Yates' new book, "Garden"

Writing from the historical city of Oxford, Jae yates is surprising and inspiring story of success despite her dyslexia. Being an employee at the Museum of Anthropology and World Archeology, her very surroundings offer her the nourishment a writer need. Her, A Paradox Child series, trilogy, has already won much accolade. An expert storyteller and a loving mother, Jane is bound to be loved. 







‘Garden is very charming with some lovely parallels …’ Sharon Sant – Author of The Sky Song trilogyInspired by the classic novel The Secret Garden, Jane Yates introduces us to a steampunk world of bio-domes, robots and mysteries. Eleven-year-old Aberdeen is so used to being by herself that all she has to fill her thoughts are stories of mighty dragons and grand castles. But Aberdeen’s world is soon thrown into disarray however; her parents murdered.Having no choice, Aberdeen is sent to live with her uncle back on Earth where her fascination into her new surroundings begin to take hold. It isn’t long before Aberdeen befriends three other children – Maisy, Peter and Lenard.Oh, and there’s Frank too, Peter’s robot dog, who completes this special circle of friendship. Garden is a journey of self-discovery, of trials and friendship. With adventure boundless, Jane Yates follows up her acclaimed Paradox Childtrilogy with a new tale for young fans of steampunk and science fiction.
Praise for  Garden
‘Garden is very charming with some lovely parallels …’  – Sharon Sant – Author of The Sky Song trilogy
‘This is an absolutely lovely story with a really intriguing mystery …’ – Jaimie Admans – Author of Afterlife Academy
‘Garden made me smile from start to finish.’ – Dan Thompson – Author of Here Lies Love
‘Jane Yates has written a wonderful story of self-growth, courage and learning how to love.’ – Book Raiders Blog



Here is an excerpt from Garden:

CHAPTER 1  Left Alone

Deep in space, Aberdeen sat on a balcony overlooking a grand party her mother hosted. Everyone wore their finest clothes. The music was loud; a type of remixed jazz. Aberdeen searched her mother out among the crowd of guests. Upon spotting her, she gazed at her mother’s attire; a long silk dress, the colour of shock blue. This was matched by elaborate feathers and sparkling jewels that hung in her blue hair. Her mother’s hair swung down her back, which highlighted her large dragon tattoo. Aberdeen eyed the lead in her mother’s hand and followed it to the golden robot dog sat beside her. It was tall and thin, and even from where Aberdeen sat, she could see the cogs moving inside it as if it had a tiny heart beating.Aberdeen’s mother laughed gaily. She had the full attention of a young officer with braided hair, who was smartly dressed in his green and gold uniform. As he chuckled along, his head dropped back and a cool thin line of rose-smelling cigarette smoke slid from the corner of his mouth.Aberdeen continued to watch the party from above. As usual, there was no sign of her father; probably in the engine room of the ship, she guessed. She browsed at all the fresh fruit and flowers in the tall bowls and glasses decorating the table. She knew that they had been picked up the last time the ship had docked at one of the satellite stations. She had learnt that the fragrant, exotic flowers had been grown in large artificial garden domes and she longed to see one.She looked down in awe at the musicians. A large man sat at a glass piano, his fingers elegantly flitting from key to key. Aberdeen could see his fat belly though through the transparent top of the piano; it wobbled tastelessly as he played, a huge contrast to his regal demeanour. Aberdeen also noticed a tall, skinny man, strumming a black shinny double base and three female trumpeters who all wore brown and white stripy suits.Draped from the metallic ceiling were candle-shaped lights, and in between them dancers gambolled on trapeze ropes. They wore porcelain masks and flamboyantly displayed peacock feathers, midnight blue and jade green, in their hair. They matched the rhythm of the quintet perfectly, Aberdeen thought.The floor was polished to a high shine and Aberdeen could see the refection of the sociable people in it. In the corner of the room was an old gentleman who caught Aberdeen’s interest. Upon his head was a black top hat and he rested a glass monocle on his eye, which magnified his golden brown iris so even Aberdeen could see. His long twisting moustache made Aberdeen giggle.There were no children however, and Aberdeen wondered what the workers’ children were up to. She suddenly felt quite alone.Aberdeen picked up some of the plastic cocktail sticks that had been dropped on the floor; planting them along the edge of the balcony and playfully imagining them growing into amazing flowers. She soon tired of the game and thought about going downstairs to join the party, but knew that her mother would not be pleased; her mother felt that children should be seen but not heard and, where possible, not seen at all. Her mother had not wanted children. Aberdeen knew she hadn’t been planned and her mother, a socialite, did not have time for her, nor did she wish for her daughter to mix with the other children on the ship, as these were the workers’ children. The elite children had been shipped off to boarding school, but Aberdeen had not settled in well there and caused fights with the other children. She was returned to her parents in disgrace.
Aberdeen had wanted to play with the ship workers’ children, but her mother, on one of her brief and rare visits to see her daughter, told her horrid stories about them. “They have revolting lice in their hair,” she had said, and “Do you want them to jump at you and bite you?”So instead Aberdeen spent all her time in the company of her robot nanny; her Guardian. Her Guardian was programed to do whatevershe wanted, as long as it did not disturb the child’s parents. It was efficient but uncaring, which had led partly to Aberdeen becoming the same way. The Guardian was responsible for her education too and arranged her meals and even dressed her. It was also programmed to tell stories. The wondrous tales and adventures of frightful dragons and grand castles were her favourite and she would spend her time imagining dragons flying around her room acting out her own brave endeavours.
Early the next morning, Aberdeen awoke thinking she had heard screams and cries for help. Frightened, she locked her door and snuggled tightly underneath her covers. The thick duvet muffled the cries from outside, and before long, she had drifted back to sleep.When she awoke some hours later, having convinced herself that the commotion from the night before had been a terrible nightmare, she opened her door and sat on her bed waiting for her Guardian. Minutes later, it still hadn’t appeared.Aberdeen browsed her room to pass more time; it was only fair she allowed her Guardian a little extra before she left the room. Her room was plain compared with the lavish party setting of downstairs, although she knew she could have it decorated any way she desired. She chose to not have a lot. What she liked doing the most was playing with her robot snake. Aberdeen was content with her few intimate toys rather than having extravagant playthings she had no need of. She had books, but she preferred to be read to. The furniture was clinical white, undecorated and simplistic in design. Everything served a purpose and there wasn’t even a carpet on the floor, just white lino. There were pictures on the wall, but none that she had chosen, as if put there by someone who had no knowledge of her at all.She suddenly remembered the soft toys she once had, which consisted mostly of dragons, but they had been stored away when she had been sent off to school. Her mother, still angry at Aberdeen’s quick return, as if she was but a nuisance, had not retrieved them yet. She much preferred her robot snake anyway.Aberdeen felt herself becoming increasingly frustrated; why wasn’t her Guardian coming to dress her? She wasn’t used to waiting. When the rage become too much, Aberdeen jumped and stamped her feet screaming for the Guardian to come. When it still hadn’t arrived, she sulked down the hallway until she came to the balcony. All the food and glasses were still left set out, but there wasn’t anyone around. Aberdeen descended the staircase and quickly snatched some of the food. On her way back to her room, she grabbed an opened bottle of wine.As she crossed the polished floor however, she froze and looked at her sad reflection. Her plain looks gave way to a sour jawline, giving the impression that she rarely smiled. In truth, Aberdeen realised that she hardly did. Her shapeless chestnut hair appeared dull. She looked as far away from the fashionable figure of her mother. Her words rung in her mind.Spoilt, bad tempered little child!
Aberdeen promptly scooted back to her room. Perhaps her Guardian had arrived.
Aberdeen was furious to find it hadn’t. She slid her food underneath her bed and squeezed under herself, thinking mean thoughts. She ate some of the food and sipped the wine, which made her sleepy. Eventually, not realising how long had passed, and getting rather bored, she played with her small robot snake. She built high obstacles out of plastic bricks for it to slither around. She tried to imagine that the snake was a dragon from one of her stories and that the bricks were castles. When she had drained the wine however, Aberdeen soon found herself slipping into a slumber.




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Women's Day : What are women designed for??

Yet another women's Day arrives showering wishes and gifts on women. But will the general concept of women that are promoted so eagerly by the media be erased by one day of fiddling upon the power of women?
A few days ago I watched in shock where a serial actress in a talk show was arguing about the power of women and out of the left came a blow  when she argued that women are designed to gossip! How eccentric! is that the power of women? Well i think she really needs to think if it is all that she does. Out of every duties of women we see household chores as the prime duty of every  women! If i am to seriously exclaim at such outrageous concepts i am pretty sure that i can go on exclaiming forever.
Are women seriously designed to gossip? Grace and charm are thought to be bestowed on women and men should be rough and tough. All that i know from the religious concepts that were meant to shape a society is that male gods are usually passive and resort to sweet words and calm advices and the Goddesses equipped with far more weapons to almost an uncountable number. Action and anger defined the goddesses, who when provoked sheds out the gentle nature to spring at her enemies. And still how can these concepts be diminuted into the inferior task of a gossiper! And that too defined as a strength! I still haven't recovered from the shock. In fact arguing on the true strength of women is being done Internationally on this Women's Day and there is nothing that i can point as the power of a woman as the understanding has been embedded into each of our psyche throughout ages. This post is just an eyeopener into the concept of women held by a serial actress. Gossiping! i'm pretty sure that she can think better. This, i suppose is the pathetic level of self-awareness among women, or perhaps she has been engrossed a bit too much into the commercial concepts of women. Perhaps its mere ignorance. ...

The dystopian world of Dean F Wlison’s “Hopebreaker”.

“What kind of world is this, Jacob thought, where light is dangerous and Hope is an enemy?”
For mankind, since time immemorial, light has been a relief, a safer place and hope a word powerful to instill life and desire for survival. “Hopebreaker”, Dean F Wilson’s new work of fiction opens to us an alien world where everything we held dear to us as a symbol of joy or safety mutates itself into the very emissaries of evil. Darkness is the new safety for humans and destroying Hope, the new method to survival. Somehow the novel superimposes the astral plane to the real world speaking of demon infiltrators who slither into the human world and running a regime. The entire world is under the conquest of these superhuman demons and the demons have found a way to control the birth channels thereby directing demon souls into the wombs of women. Women give birth to hungry demon spirits and one of the last human children, Whistler has joined the Order to fight against these demons. There is an entire subversion of myths and concepts and the criterion of the dystopian society is achieved through this. Wilson’s language, beautiful and grand is well enough to convey the new idea, powerful in style and strong in concept. The dystopian world he offers the reader is a “trick or a treat” world where everything is unexpected and every corner you turn is a myth-breaker. “Hopebreaker” is a fiction I would definitely like to give a rating of four and half in five keeping well in mind the superior language quality and the amazing narrative style all coupled with the creative expertise he shows. I’ve deliberately kept aloof from giving out a summery, very careful that I don’t crack the story. Its so finely and beautifully structured and narrated by the writer that any briefing of it by me will rob it off all the quality the writer fills it with.

About the Author:

Dean F. Wilson was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1987. He started writing at age 11, when he began his first (unpublished) novel, entitled The Power Source. He won a TAP Educational Award from Trinity College Dublin for an early draft of The Call of Agon (then called Protos Mythos) in 2001.
He has published a number of poems and short stories over the years, while working on and reworking some of his novels. The Call of Agon is his first published novel.
Dean also works as a journalist, primarily in the field of technology. He has written for TechEye, Thinq, V3, VR-Zone, ITProPortal, TechRadar Pro and The Inquirer.
Contact the Author: Website: http://deanfwilson.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/deanfwilsonTwitter: https://www.facebook.com/deanfwilsonYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/user/deanfwilsonAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dean-F.-Wilson/e/B007O05FEU/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6082024.Dean_F_Wilson

  The Books:
Hopebreaker

In the world of Altadas, there are no more human births. The Regime is replacing the unborn with demons, while the Resistance is trying to destroy a drug called Hope that the demons need to survive.
Between these two warring factions lies Jacob, a man who profits from smuggling contraceptive amulets into the city of Blackout. He cares little about the Great Iron War, but a chance capture, and an even more accidental rescue, embroils him in a plot to starve the Regime from power.
When Hope is an enemy, Jacob finds it harder than he thought to remain indifferent. When the Resistance opts to field its experimental landship, the Hopebreaker, the world may find that one victory does not win a war.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23698892-hopebreakerAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hopebreaker-Great-Iron-War-Book-ebook/dp/B00QO2FQ52/

Ladesan the Magus can alter and remove memories, but not all his customers employ him for benevolent reasons.
Under the threat of exile, he is forced to help the would-be Lord of Calnibur make voters forget that they have been coerced into securing him a position of power.
The game is politics, and there are unlimited pawns in play. The board is the streets of Calnibur, and the pieces do not know that they are being moved—only that they are subjects of the Haze
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23214245-the-memory-magusAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Memory-Magus-Haze-Short-Story-ebook/dp/B00NKU9FUS/The Memory Of Magus The Haze
Tolgrid's wife lives a secret life that he wants to forget, and so he visits Ladesan the Magus, who is known for his ability to alter and remove memories.
Magic is a risky art, even for those adept at it. Love is an even riskier affair, and some might say it is a magic of its own. To preserve his love, Tolgrid is willing to alter his recollection, to remove the bad memories like a leech removes bad blood.
The question is: can a memory be altered without altering the person, and can a memory be removed without leaving an emptiness inside?
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21423970-the-memory-magusAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Memory-Magus-Leech-Short-Story-ebook/dp/B00IVWK4JG/


THE LAST LINE.THE LAST WORDS.THE LAST CHANCE.
Ifferon is one of the last in the bloodline of the dead god Telm, who mated with mortal women, and who imprisoned the Beast Agon in the Underworld. Armed with a connection to the estranged gods in the Overworld and a scroll bearing Telm's powerful dying words, he is tasked with ensuring the god's vital legacy: that Agon remain vanquished.
Fear forces Ifferon to abandon his duty, but terror restores his quest when the forces of Agon find his hideaway in an isolated coastal monastery. Weighed down by the worries of the world, but lifted up by the companions he encounters along the way, Ifferon embarks on a journey that encompasses the struggles of many peoples, the siege of many lands, and discoveries that could bring hope to some—or doom to all.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17399863-the-call-of-agonAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Call-Agon-Book-Children-Telm-ebook/dp/B00BIKXWMY



THE DYING BREATH. THE DYING WILL. THE DYING HOPE.
After the catastrophe of the Call of Agon, Ifferon and his companions find themselves in the unenviable situation of witnessing, and partaking in, the death of another god—this time Corrias, the ruler of the Overworld.
With Corrias locked inside the corpse of the boy Theos, he suffers a fate worse than the bonds of the Beast Agon. Yet hope is kindled when the company find a way to restore the boy, and possibly the god, back to life.
The road to rebirth has many pitfalls, and there are some who consider such meddling with the afterlife a grave risk. The prize might be life anew—but the price might also be a second death.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20601427-the-road-to-rebirthAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Road-Rebirth-Book-Children-Telm-ebook/dp/B00I3UGVNE




THE FINAL HOUR.THE FINAL FIGHT.THE FINAL WAR.
The first of Agon’s chains has broken, and the others are straining. It is only a matter of time before he is free, before the world is engulfed in chaos and death.
There are few left to stop him. Most of the gods can only sit and watch in horror from their prison in the heavens, but the resurrection of the father god Corrias gives the people of Iraldas a sliver of hope, a fighting chance.
Yet the memory of Corrias' failure to defeat Agon in ages past plays heavily on all minds. Many know that it is only the might of the Warrior-god Telm that can defeat the Beast. That god is dead, but his power lives on in his bloodline, in Ifferon and others like him, and they are tasked with waging a final war against the Beast.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23001356-the-chains-of-warAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Chains-War-Book-Three-Children-ebook/dp/B00MOUS0Y2

Letter to a good year

Hello to this year and all the temporary happiness and unhappiness of this year,


 I'm afraid your allotted time is fast ending. Its a matter of days now and I have got a lot to speak out to you. All those wonderful memories you sparingly showered on me was such true blessings that the sparingness ensured it was counted and enjoyed. Too much of the happiness would have been truly an overdose, it might have got lost. But, brilliantly you sent me a surge if sorrows good enough to clear out my tear valves and moisten my eyes quite frequently. You do take very good care of the eyes by the by. My friend count almost lost limits this year. I found some very extraordinary lot and realized the sincerity of many. I got to know my loved ones a bit more, which makes our bondings stronger this year. There were losses to me, but none equals the gains in unison. The days were bright enough and there was sufficient rain and sun to invest for the coming year as well. My days were good. I had to face many hardships but nevertheless it made me stronger and more capable as I feel it clearly. Thank you for all the small tokens as good luck you send my way and I want you to know that though I thank you I despise you more. But, trust me only love will stay, as you turn around the corner all this hate will go with you, none to be retained in my memories.


Good bye good year,Happy Christmas to you. I will miss you. It’s a pity you can't visit me again nor can I visit you. Perhaps in some other world we will meet again. Till then God be with you good year.
 
Love,
Gayathri Jayakumar.