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"2 States" was a book I read by chance. I don't mean to offend Chetan Bhagat by saying I am not a big fan of reading his books; never was, even before I read any one of them. Call me prejudicious, or anything you may fancy.  I do not have anything against Indian writers, if that is what you are thinking. I have read quite many books by a big-handful Indian writers.  Like I have already mentioned, I read "2 States" (the only one of Chetan Bhagat book that I have read) only because there wasn't anything to be read at the time I was done with "Holding the Dream". And my queer reading proclivity has it that I absolutely HAVE to be holding a book at any given time. * Crazy I know * And there it was, all Red and welcoming. I read the prologue and decided it wasn't so bad after all. And I was right. It was very very entertaining. If it was a movie, I'd say, in a very Indian way, * Paisa Wasool *. "2 States" is a quintessentially I

I am in the middle of reading "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel. And I have come across this very intriguing description of this predator we all love to hate: hyena. Frankly speaking, I could not even begin to give a description close to what Mr. Martel has here, although it's obvious that I am not a writer of his caliber. I was impressed by the description he gave earlier in the book for three toed sloths, reminding me of my sister (who broke out to laughing at the similarity; we were in joking terms anyways) but sloths haven't had much influence in my life as much as hyenas have. I'm not saying I am drawn to the animals myself. My dad watches too much of National Geographic and Animal Planet to let us the snippets off of the wildlife in MasaiMara. Of course we hate hyenas; my mom top on the list. So here it is: the spotted hyena. I am not one to hold a prejudice against any animal, but it is a plain fact that the spotted hyena  is not well served by its

Okay, here's the deal. I do not write reviews on books. Whatever I read, either goes in my head or my heart, not on paper or on the web for that matter. But something about this book made we want to write anyways. "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen. Rated 4 stars by me. I started on a slow note. Obviously. I do it with every book that I read. At first I enjoyed it, and then it started to bore me like opposite-of-heaven. The story was going nowhere. The circus was just there doing its stuff. The romance was not blooming at all. I was already thinking this book was going to get a 2 star from me. But then came Rosie the elephant, "the mute heroine". Jacob's attachment with the elephant, the turn of events with "Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth" moving from town to town, the shows and the menagerie animals, the friends that Jacob gains. These all started to gain a grip on me. Above all the first person perspective of Jacob Ja

"Eat, Pray, Love" I believe, is one of the most influential books that I have read this year. This particular book is plagued by good sayings about life, love, self, belief, travel and all sorts of stuffs that make you smile with confidence. Many have complained about my non-belongingness. Blame it to my star sign (Sagittarius through and through) but I have always had that lust for not belonging to one place or person. That will change in time; I am positive of it. I have people in my life that I have love and that who love me as much. Yet, I am bound to be unbound and fly away some day. Anyways, this blog is about the quotes from the very book that seems to be so close to my heart. “This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.”   “I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and

My dad has strictly prohibited us from expressing any of our political opinions in public. To that I'd say, don't worry dad, I don't have any. Which is to say, I do not have any feeling for or against any political phenomenon going on in this country. I just find the whole thing so Goddamned funny. This is a wholly personal opinion but my guess is that most people find the political thingies as a joke. When I studied economics back in college, there was this term which we had to use often: "Everything else remaining the same" So, in other words, holding all else constant, I'd like to share what happened this Banda week long. Everyone knows about the Upatyaka Banda that has been in effect since Sunday. I live in Samakhusi and work in Kalanki, and there has been only one instance of me walking to work during a Banda, that too in winter (and I was on habit of running in mornings then). That was then, this is now. It's summer (technically it's monsoon,

The voices start buzzing. They are incoherent. I cannot understand a word. I don't even know if they are even words. My eyes feel heavy. I am in an alien place. The faces are unfamiliar. They seem to be masked. It is dark. I am falling...and falling...And then I hit the keypads of my laptop. I must've fallen asleep at work. What a shame. Obviously, that is a part of my imagination. I do not fall asleep at work, but I can picture it so very clearly because I have fallen shamefully asleep in school during classes. Painfully boring days, horrid subjects, scary teachers. Big classes with all too many students. Fifth standard; my parents decide to give a visit to me in school. Mathematics class. I am summoned to the Teacher's room. My class teacher is surprised to see me. Reason: he doesn't know of my existence. Is he too bad in doing his job of knowing his students? Or am I too good in my job...of keeping myself hidden in the shadows, of mingling with the crowd with

There used to be a girl in my class back in school. She used to be quite bright. When I used to run in the opposite direction of home assignments, she used to seem too much eager to finish them off in the school hours itself. I used to wonder where she could muster such enthusiasm for work (as it was to me or pretty much everybody back then). I was an average student, always have been and I think, always will be. And I never have managed to develop any excitement for take-home work. Then one day I heard from someone that that girl used to finish her homework before she even got home because she wanted to have enough time to play when she got out of school. Dude! I mean, Wow! That's what they say about life, isn't it? Work as much as you can, as hard you can, (when you can) and you can enjoy the shady days of your life without any difficulty. And it is also what we should do. Who is to say we'll be as fit tomorrow as we are today. Even if they say, Life is here