Monday, September 24, 2012

The Krishna Key (by Ashwin Sanghi ) – a book review



The best gift to give an avid reader is a good book and I was more than happy to have received a copy of the ‘Krishna Key’ by Ashwin Sanghi (writer of Rozabal Line and Chanaky’s Chant). The book caught my attention from the word go, it was an interesting read especially with Lord Krishna's  monologue before the start of each chapter, Krishna’s story in his own words is unraveled before us parallelly with the main plot. The maps and pictures also gives a different feel to the book.

The book reminds us many times of the unforgettable ‘Da vinci Code’ by Dan brown. The main protagonist Ravi Mohan Saini and others are part of a great story woven expertly to keep us engaged and engrossed till the end. The amount of research which has been done for this book is quite amazing, many revelations come as an eye opener to us, I have personally noted down many instances so that I can check back and do some research on my own about these, especially about the Dwarka City, the Mount Kailash’s measurements, the symantaka stone etc.

However , at some points it seems that if the book lands into the hands of fanatics or people who can not exercise much control on their religious sentiments then it may create a havoc on certain facts as mentioned in the book, it would be good for all the readers to go through the disclaimer before they start reading the book.

Over all on a score of 5 the book deserves a good 4 points for its gripping tale, even though the tale falters at some places and grip loosens at certain points but still the way the story has been built up and brought to the climax is quite commendable, though I do feel that the climax could have been more dramatic/ thrilling.

I would recommend this book to all of you who likes to read a good thriller.

A book worth reading !!! go for it …..


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Friday, September 21, 2012

EGO


Warning : Looong rambling ahead



I would like to seiously dwell upon ‘EGO’, the culprit, the villain , the black sheep among all the state of mind a human being experiences and analyse it's effect on us, mostly in our daily life. This seems to be the main driving force behind many a feuds whether political, social, personal or professional.

For example what's with Mamata Banerjee walking out of UPA  and Sonia Gandhi refusing to acknowledge the dent her party has suffered due to it, what is riding high at both the sides??? yes, the answer is 'EGO'.

Why should ‘I’(the EGO)  come between all my happiness and well being, why can’t ‘I’ be happy being not considered first for everything every time? why is it that 'I' feel bad when things happen without keeping my aspirations and comforts in mind? when 'I' am not given the importance which ‘I’ feel ‘I’ deserve. Is it necessary that every time I talk to you , I should feel respected, valued  and welcomed and appreciated, even if I have done nothing to earn any of those , why should I feel bad if you do not approach me to resolve a conflict, or a quarrel, or if you do not come back and say sorry to me first before ‘I’ think of resuming talking with you again.

Also everytime I fight with you , I have an argument with you, why should I feel bad that everytime it’s me who comes to you and says sorry, does it make me less of a person and you more of a person??

At office when cc’s are forgotten to be marked or important informations are not marked to you, may be by mistake, why do you get all worked up? If some one junior to you walks past you and does not wish you , why do you feel bad and will hold a grudge against that person? Why do you always want that a person who has already sent an email to you on an important issue should request to you politely another 3 times before he finally gets an answer from you?

Well, EGO, what is with you ?? tell me can I keep you aside forever, or even most of the times and see the change that will happen, or it’s just not possible, because as someone full of you has "mildly" put it, “what is a man without his EGO”???


May be it is the effect of all the Paulo Coelho I had been reading !!!



Freud's diagram of the EGO and the ID..   PS: Dont ask me to explain it, my EGO will be hurt ;)

Monday, September 10, 2012

My first book review : ‘Just Married , Please Excuse’- By Yashohara Lal



I have read many books and many book reviews but I was never tempted to write a review, but this book has been so much fun that I need to bring this on to all the people who care to read my blog….

I finished reading ‘JMPE’, within a day , in fact half a day, I read it during my journey back to my house from Gurgaon after lunch with the bloggers and Y, that is , since the moment I laid my hands on it I fell in love with it.

I have only one word for this novel and that is ‘Hilarious’, Y has managed to remain so even in the most somber part of the story where the couple has to seek the intervention of a marriage counselor due to some misunderstandings between them .

I particularly liked the ‘ Vijay Reema and Yashodhara Reema’ episode.  I couldn’t control my laughter where in Y states that she would remind herself to learn the art of ‘one eyebrow raising’ by practicing it in front of the mirror when she is alone, which the marriage counselor whom she describes as ‘a woman like a ball’ often does, mind you, this is in midst of hot question whether to continue with this marriage or not going on in her head .

There were many other instances, were I laughed out so loud during the read, that my 10 year old daughter wanted to read the book along with me and the younger one looked at me wondrously.

The story has a quality of being natural and totally honest, in fact I felt like I was sitting somewhere in her drawing room, or the bed room or kitchen when these events were taking place and I was a silent spectator to it. There is no literary pretensions at all, only pure, unadulterated fun and humour and that too with which any of us can easily relate to.

To conclude with, Yashodhara Lal’s ‘Just Married, Please Excuse’ is totally recommended as a laughter laden read. Yashodhara invariably manages to tickle your funny bone even in the most serious scene.

Having read her blog , I really am looking forward to a second part of ‘JMPE’ wherein we would be witnessing the arrival of her twin boys, pickle and papad….till then happy reading…





'Just Married Please Excuse' contest winners luncheon Meet – 8-9-12



I entered the ‘mamagoto’ restaurant in Gurgaon as a part of around 20 bloggers 'lunch meet' arranged  for the winners who had won a lunch and a signed copy of ‘Just Married Pelase Excuse’, contest at Y's blog  . I was really, really excited for the day to unfold as I wanted to meet Y(Yashodhara), who also writes a wonderful blog and wanted to read her book at the earliest.

Since upon my arrival there were none other than Neha, of Harper Collins who was around, after exchanging a few pleasantries with her, I decided to look up the cute and elegant 'mamagato restaurant'  which had laid down a long beautiful table for all of us bloggers to have lunch and interact with Y.

Slowly the bloggers started coming in and it was really a fun meet with all the ladies and two gentlemen, Y’s husband (Vijay, also the hero of the novel) and Dipta who is also a writer. I was most excited to meet the author herself, and not exaggerating one bit, she is the most down to earth, simple and yet most affectionate, ‘without any airs’ individual that I have ever met, she chatted away happily with all of us who were present, our subject ranged from ‘JMPE’, to our blogs, to the topic which had made us won this lunch, to the novels we liked etc. etc. and Yashodhara was a part of all the chit chat going on, and as a caring hostess she could be seen sitting at various ends of the long table so that she can meet and interact with each one of us. And let me tell you guys.. she does not one bit look like a mother of three children, she doesn’t even look married for that matter. She was sweet enough to pose with us for photographs and she smilingly obliged to my request for marking the copy of my ‘JMPE’ to my 10 year old daughter.

The Chief Editor of Harper Collins, Karthika, was also quite an enthusiastic person who mixed well with everyone on the table and all of us got an opportunity to introduce ourselves to everyone, however, as the occasion was quite informal and interesting with all the ladies enjoying to the hilt, the introduction had many breaks in between, before one of us again started off with it so that everyone gets introduced to everyone and Y.

The people, the food, the ambience were so good that time just flied and before I knew , it was time for me to leave , but not before meeting Y and her husband Vijay and thanking them for the wonderful lunch and the copy of the 'JMPE'.

Hey, it would be truly unfair if I conclude this post without a few words about the wonderful food and ambience of ‘Mamagoto’ gurgaon, which has just recently opened, the dishes were very tasty and authentic, I especially liked the prawn dishes , everyone at the table enjoyed their food. The staff of mamagoto were very polite and courteous and so was the owner who dropped in towards the end of our lunch. This is a must visit for all of you who love your Chinese and oriental dishes…

Saturday was a truly wonderful and event ful day with good food and good read.. two things I like most….

Enjoy the Photographs !!!


The sparkling Mamagoto -gurgaon


the charming Y- Yashodhara - the author herself


Y, Vijay and Karthika, Chief Editor - Harper Collins with the group


Good food and Company !!!



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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

a colourful dream

The various hues of green all around was so mesmerizing that I could not say which shade of green was my favourite.  The light , parrot green of the paddy field or the thick bottle green of the mango tree, I could even see the onion pink coloured rose apples peeping out from the thick of dark  green rose apple tree, the rose apple tree with its heady fragrance and crunchy rose apples swayed gently in the aromatic breeze.  
I was in the middle of a beautiful river with gentle green  waters, and I was sitting lazily  in the long and elegant boat savouring the beautiful scenery around me.......suddenly the boat swerved, making me jump out of my skin, and with that jump ended my colourful and scenic dream which transported me back to the beautiful village in my  God’s own Country… Hmmm….sigh !!!!
So how many times have you been jolted out of a beautiful dream????

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Just married Please Excuse Contest....

So ladies and gentlemen, let me come out of my tortoise shell of morbid posts and general gloom in my blog and jump on to this. Well I have read ‘ Yashodharalal ‘and has been an avid admirer of her blog for long, though a silent one at that, but I always admitted after reading her that she is the one who is actually doing the ‘BALANCING ACT’.

To take things forward , let me tell you that , my marriage day dawned after a lot of trepidations, why , because though we were of the same caste and region and religion etc. but still ours was a ‘love marriage’ and that too which had survived the ups and downs of time for the last 7 years. Though the sailing was rough but it was still manageable with regard to both set of parents and relatives , however, I was always worried about one thing and that was my husband’s (then would be) habit of coming late for everything , everywhere. I was and am still the total opposite of this, because of the same reason I was a bit worried, why worried?? Because after knowing him for so many years I was almost sure that he is going to miss the ‘muhurtham’(auspicious time for the marriage ceremony), and I had given him enough warning when I told him that “if you do not turn up on time, I am going to put the ‘mala’ on the next best available guy around”, well , I knew that he loved me enough not to mess things up.. but..you know women has their sixth sense and all…

Well on the marriage day, since morning, I had this strange things happening in my stomach, it was not pain, it was not discomfort, but it was something so tangible that I knew this was nothing but the essence of all my stress which has got itself accumulated in my stomach!!

Well, as it goes in most of the Malayali marriages, this was also to be held in the temple and we (the girls side ) had already reached the temple quite a few hours in advance, so the feeling of waiting gathered momentum all the more. Now with in no time the ‘Muhurtham’ was fast approaching and I got news from my cousins milling around me that the ‘boy’ and his party has still not arrived. Well ..I was almost in tears because I knew that if this day and ‘muhurtham’ things do not materialize then it will never do… I was in two minds … should I actually put the ‘Mala’ on the ‘next best available’… but then when there was exactly 3 minutes left for the ‘muhurtham ‘, the boy walked in with an obviously tensed disposition, and so was his parents (I later came to know that he had threatened his parents with dire consequences !! if he is not able to reach on time), and he almost jumped on to the ‘Mandapam’ (podium where the marriage ceremony is held) and in a jiffy the marriage ceremony was on, the thaali (mangalsutra) was tied in haste, and I remember almost running while doing the ‘pradakshinam’ or pheras , so that we do all the required ceremonies within the timeline… PHEW…. Once this was over, I could see the ‘boy’ grinning away shyly but with satisfaction and eyeing me out of the corner of his eyes.. I wanted to blast him then and there for I had warned him of this day and situation always….. (The Malayali Hindu marriages which as it is gets over in minutes seemed to have concluded in seconds in our case .. )

All is well that ends well.. so we thought..once the ceremonies were over and we proceeded to his house , once we reached there, me who was fresh out of crying and feeling overtly emotional , like every girl who gets married and leaves her parents home does , (though this was a marriage which I was eagerly looking forward to for the last so many years), was feeling totally lonely and out of place and awkward, though I knew all his family very well. The house itself was bursting out of its seams with relatives and friends and neighbours. We had reached his house around 4 pm, and I had hoped that by late evening people will leave, it seemed I was wrong, even the stair cases leading to the first floor where we had our room was filled with people , some standing, some sitting and talking, some having tea etc. I was made to sit on a bed with many more women and children around and it was almost 10 pm and there was no sign of any respite. My head was throbbing, I wanted to get out of the heavy sari , the jewellery, the flowers etc. and more importantly , I could not find my husband anywhere around for a long time.

And then another drama unfolded, I came to know around 11.00 pm from my sister in law that all the friends and cousins had kept our room under lock and key and had kept the key hidden, they wanted my husband to pay up a good amount if he wanted to enter it with his ‘dulhan’, well he refused to give up and so did they, eventually to cut a looong story short, by 12 pm , after intervention from my in-laws we were finally allowed to enter our room (my husband finally paid), but the condition from the cousins and friends was that - they insisted on him carrying me to the room ( beautifully decorated by them) and also that they will sit on the open space in the terrace, right in front of our room , the whole night or till they feel like !!! So the night was accompanied by hoots and songs and jokes out side our room in full swing.. and inside the two of us, who had got married ‘just on time’ after so much of waiting had just one thing in mind ‘Just married, Please Excuse’!!!