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November 18, 2014
November 4, 2014
October 27, 2014
Enjoy the essence and fragrance of Indian land
Book: India Was One
Rating: ★★★★
Source: Amazon, India
Enjoy the essence and fragrance of Indian land
India is a topic that is far too emotional for any genre specific writer. Be it a historical one or a fiction writer all have their persona reflected in their writings.
Generally speaking, writers till date have sprinkled the shower of romance in their stories with patriotism only by detailing falling in love with owns motherland. Here comes an innovative story teller who has actually managed or should I say dared to amalgamate lovey–dovey romance with patriotism.
As the title suggests, the story is about an era when OUR India was one! The story is developed on a fictional plot wherein India again succumbs to the pain of partition, one more time. This time, it is not about love across borders or across India or Pakistan; it is between North India and South India!!! The story develops around this backdrop and discusses how it affects the fate of the Indians, both residing in and outside India.
You will enjoy the essence and fragrance of Indian land, family bondages, college freak outs and ambitious future plans. You will feel the pain of separation and partition. The author’s simplistic writing style keeps you down to earth.
Though, repeated mention of Hindi translations of English words made it a little redundant but then, with such an interesting theme, it was not too hard to be ignored. Nevertheless, a page wide list should have been a smarter alternative.
I liked how he remained anchored to the basic romantic theme despite of the political ramifications which would have made the story more confusing. He laid emphasis on love angle with no distractions and he managed it fairly well.
Rating: ★★★★
Source: Amazon, India
Enjoy the essence and fragrance of Indian land
India is a topic that is far too emotional for any genre specific writer. Be it a historical one or a fiction writer all have their persona reflected in their writings.
Generally speaking, writers till date have sprinkled the shower of romance in their stories with patriotism only by detailing falling in love with owns motherland. Here comes an innovative story teller who has actually managed or should I say dared to amalgamate lovey–dovey romance with patriotism.
As the title suggests, the story is about an era when OUR India was one! The story is developed on a fictional plot wherein India again succumbs to the pain of partition, one more time. This time, it is not about love across borders or across India or Pakistan; it is between North India and South India!!! The story develops around this backdrop and discusses how it affects the fate of the Indians, both residing in and outside India.
You will enjoy the essence and fragrance of Indian land, family bondages, college freak outs and ambitious future plans. You will feel the pain of separation and partition. The author’s simplistic writing style keeps you down to earth.
Though, repeated mention of Hindi translations of English words made it a little redundant but then, with such an interesting theme, it was not too hard to be ignored. Nevertheless, a page wide list should have been a smarter alternative.
I liked how he remained anchored to the basic romantic theme despite of the political ramifications which would have made the story more confusing. He laid emphasis on love angle with no distractions and he managed it fairly well.
October 25, 2014
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October 21, 2014
October 6, 2014
September 26, 2014
Happy Navratri
Here is an excerpt...
Soon, the monsoon season was almost over, and the heat and humidity of Mumbai showed its ugly face again. Once in a while, Mumbai got scattered showers. Actually, the rain was unwelcome now as it got hotter and more humid after it stopped raining. One afternoon, Jai and his friends had gone to Jai’s house after the college. They were all in Jai’s air-conditioned room. Punk was on the computer surfing the web. Subra was reading the newspaper and Bunty was sprawled across Jai’s bed. Kaahi and Jai were sitting on a sofa.
“Are we going for નવરાત્રી (Navratri)?” Bunty asked.
“Yes,” Kaahi replied.
“Did you get the tickets?” he continued.
“Of course, for all nine nights,” she replied with a smile.
Right next to their college was a huge open arena with a big stage on one side. Every year, during the nine nights of નવરાત્રી (Navratri), the entire place came alive with music and dance. An orchestra played live music on the stage while people danced ‘ગરબા (garba)’ or ‘રાસ (raas)’. Huge speakers were located all around the ground so that music could be heard loud and clear.
Indian parents are very strict and they rarely allow their daughters to go out at night. But નવરાત્રી (Navratri) is a religious festival. Even the strict parents allow their daughters to go out in the evening, so the girls really look forward to નવરાત્રી (Navratri).
Everyone looked beautiful in their traditional Indian clothes. Every night they held a dance and a ‘best dressed couple’ competition. People were less interested in the prizes, but more in the bragging rights.
Every night, the organizers invited one Bollywood super-star as chief-guest. Sometimes, they joined the dance, and people looked forward to meeting their favorite star in person.
The night of નવરાત્રી (Navratri) arrived. It was past 10:00 PM when the five of them reached the ground to take part in નવરાત્રી (Navratri) celebrations. It was a hot and balmy night. People were sweating profusely as they danced and twirled to the rhythm of the music blaring through speakers, and their faces glistened in the bright lights. Jai and Kaahi started to dance. Bunty joined them, dancing with his eyes closed. His was more of a ‘Bhangra’ – a style of dance performed by the people of Punjab (where he was from) - than a ગરબા (Garba) or a રાસ (Raas). People around him looked at one another and smiled seeing him dance differently, but Bunty didn’t care. He was doing it for himself, and not to win a prize. Punk and Subra stood in a corner. They never danced. They just surveyed the dancing crowd and enjoyed the music while smoking. It was past 2:00 AM when the music finally stopped.
Soon, the monsoon season was almost over, and the heat and humidity of Mumbai showed its ugly face again. Once in a while, Mumbai got scattered showers. Actually, the rain was unwelcome now as it got hotter and more humid after it stopped raining. One afternoon, Jai and his friends had gone to Jai’s house after the college. They were all in Jai’s air-conditioned room. Punk was on the computer surfing the web. Subra was reading the newspaper and Bunty was sprawled across Jai’s bed. Kaahi and Jai were sitting on a sofa.
“Are we going for નવરાત્રી (Navratri)?” Bunty asked.
“Yes,” Kaahi replied.
“Did you get the tickets?” he continued.
“Of course, for all nine nights,” she replied with a smile.
Right next to their college was a huge open arena with a big stage on one side. Every year, during the nine nights of નવરાત્રી (Navratri), the entire place came alive with music and dance. An orchestra played live music on the stage while people danced ‘ગરબા (garba)’ or ‘રાસ (raas)’. Huge speakers were located all around the ground so that music could be heard loud and clear.
Indian parents are very strict and they rarely allow their daughters to go out at night. But નવરાત્રી (Navratri) is a religious festival. Even the strict parents allow their daughters to go out in the evening, so the girls really look forward to નવરાત્રી (Navratri).
Everyone looked beautiful in their traditional Indian clothes. Every night they held a dance and a ‘best dressed couple’ competition. People were less interested in the prizes, but more in the bragging rights.
Every night, the organizers invited one Bollywood super-star as chief-guest. Sometimes, they joined the dance, and people looked forward to meeting their favorite star in person.
The night of નવરાત્રી (Navratri) arrived. It was past 10:00 PM when the five of them reached the ground to take part in નવરાત્રી (Navratri) celebrations. It was a hot and balmy night. People were sweating profusely as they danced and twirled to the rhythm of the music blaring through speakers, and their faces glistened in the bright lights. Jai and Kaahi started to dance. Bunty joined them, dancing with his eyes closed. His was more of a ‘Bhangra’ – a style of dance performed by the people of Punjab (where he was from) - than a ગરબા (Garba) or a રાસ (Raas). People around him looked at one another and smiled seeing him dance differently, but Bunty didn’t care. He was doing it for himself, and not to win a prize. Punk and Subra stood in a corner. They never danced. They just surveyed the dancing crowd and enjoyed the music while smoking. It was past 2:00 AM when the music finally stopped.
September 22, 2014
September 15, 2014
UK Was One, Ukraine Was One, Spain Was One, Canada Was One…who’s next?
What’s going on? What’s happening around us? The world seem to have gone crazy. Everyone now wants a separate country, a separate identity. In some cases, through a referendum, while in other instances, forcefully. Scotland wants to secede from the UK. Taking their example, Catalonia wants the same. They to want to secede from Spain. Crimea is already part of Russia now. There are others too, we don’t know about them…yet. Venice from Italy, Quebec from Canada. Very recently, even Texas wanted to secede from the US. A lesser known region, Transnitria, wants to secede from Moldova. “Transnitra? Moldova? Where is Moldova?” you ask. Moldova, which was originally part of Romania, is a breakaway republic itself.
But wait a minute…think. What is it that you exactly want? Freedom? From what? Tyranny? None of the countries mentioned here fit the bill. So what is it? Culture? Again, all the countries mentioned above respect your identity and culture. Economic and political freedom? Ah, now we are getting somewhere. Many of these regions who want a separate country are convinced that they will be better off on their own. Really? Take Moldova for example. Do you know that Moldova is the poorest country in Europe? What about human relations? What if you have a loved one from the other part? That is EXACTLY what I’m trying to say in my book, India Was One. Sadly, people don’t think it through, how it can be utter chaotic. It is one thing to draw a line to separate geographically, but entirely different to live through the turmoil. We are talking about human lives here, and not just some selfish political gain.
As we are taught, “love thy neighbor”. But what if your neighbor was part of you?
Think.
But wait a minute…think. What is it that you exactly want? Freedom? From what? Tyranny? None of the countries mentioned here fit the bill. So what is it? Culture? Again, all the countries mentioned above respect your identity and culture. Economic and political freedom? Ah, now we are getting somewhere. Many of these regions who want a separate country are convinced that they will be better off on their own. Really? Take Moldova for example. Do you know that Moldova is the poorest country in Europe? What about human relations? What if you have a loved one from the other part? That is EXACTLY what I’m trying to say in my book, India Was One. Sadly, people don’t think it through, how it can be utter chaotic. It is one thing to draw a line to separate geographically, but entirely different to live through the turmoil. We are talking about human lives here, and not just some selfish political gain.
As we are taught, “love thy neighbor”. But what if your neighbor was part of you?
Think.
September 4, 2014
Review
India, is a topic that is far too emotional for any genre specific writer. Be it a historical one or a fiction writer all have their persona reflected in their writings. This story happens to be one such an attempt to identify the otherwise anynomous writer. :)
Generally speaking, writers till date have sprinkled the shower of romance in their stories with patriotism only by detailing falling in love with own’s motherland. Here comes an innovative story teller who has actually managed or should I say dared to amalgamate lovey – dovey romance with patriotism.
As the title suggests, the story is about an era when OUR India was one! The story is developed on a fictional plot wherein India again succumbs to the pain of partition, one more time. This time, it is not about love across borders or across India or Pakistan; it is between North India and South India!!!
Strange as it may sound, the most striking feature of Indian culture – Unity in diversity becomes the dividing line ending in a political unrest. The story develops around this backdrop and discusses how it affects the fate of the Indians, both residing in and outside India.
The story begins with Introduction to Jai, who is heading fast to see her beloved Kaahi, across the border of North India – South India and develops further as he remembers the time when he met her and when India was One.
The author reinforces his plot by introducing Jai’s college friends hailing from different Indian communities and hence symbolic of secularism. The college romance blossoms into marriage and progresses with the dreams of an average Indian i.e. settling abroad.
They are pushed to visit India with the onset of an unrestful situation in order to reassure the safety of their respective families. Sadly, they realise that they now need to visit two different India (s). Why? How ? Are a few questions that have their answers hidden in the story. The story is all about how they try hard to meet once again. It is about a saga of separation and reunion with friends and family.
You will enjoy the essence and fragnance of Indian land, family bondages, college freakouts and ambitious future plans. You will feel the pain of separation and partition. The author’s simplistic writing style keeps you down to earth.
Though, repeated mention of Hindi translations of English words made it a little redundant but then, with such an interesting theme, it was not too hard to be ignored. Nevertheless, a page wide list should have been a smarter alternative.
I liked how he sticked to the basic romantic theme despite of the political ramifications which would have made the story more confusing. He laid emphasis on love angle with no distractions and he managed it fairly well.
Definitely a recommended read.
http://booksnewsindia.wordpress.com/2...
Generally speaking, writers till date have sprinkled the shower of romance in their stories with patriotism only by detailing falling in love with own’s motherland. Here comes an innovative story teller who has actually managed or should I say dared to amalgamate lovey – dovey romance with patriotism.
As the title suggests, the story is about an era when OUR India was one! The story is developed on a fictional plot wherein India again succumbs to the pain of partition, one more time. This time, it is not about love across borders or across India or Pakistan; it is between North India and South India!!!
Strange as it may sound, the most striking feature of Indian culture – Unity in diversity becomes the dividing line ending in a political unrest. The story develops around this backdrop and discusses how it affects the fate of the Indians, both residing in and outside India.
The story begins with Introduction to Jai, who is heading fast to see her beloved Kaahi, across the border of North India – South India and develops further as he remembers the time when he met her and when India was One.
The author reinforces his plot by introducing Jai’s college friends hailing from different Indian communities and hence symbolic of secularism. The college romance blossoms into marriage and progresses with the dreams of an average Indian i.e. settling abroad.
They are pushed to visit India with the onset of an unrestful situation in order to reassure the safety of their respective families. Sadly, they realise that they now need to visit two different India (s). Why? How ? Are a few questions that have their answers hidden in the story. The story is all about how they try hard to meet once again. It is about a saga of separation and reunion with friends and family.
You will enjoy the essence and fragnance of Indian land, family bondages, college freakouts and ambitious future plans. You will feel the pain of separation and partition. The author’s simplistic writing style keeps you down to earth.
Though, repeated mention of Hindi translations of English words made it a little redundant but then, with such an interesting theme, it was not too hard to be ignored. Nevertheless, a page wide list should have been a smarter alternative.
I liked how he sticked to the basic romantic theme despite of the political ramifications which would have made the story more confusing. He laid emphasis on love angle with no distractions and he managed it fairly well.
Definitely a recommended read.
http://booksnewsindia.wordpress.com/2...
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