Dec 26, 2010
Authored By: Dan Brown
Dan Brown produces yet another engrossing and mind boggling plot in ‘The Lost Symbol’. His combination of facts from Christianity, the secret societies, symbology (he is crazy about them..his books say it…) along with the spices of scientific facts (or fictional scientific facts), crazy drills, and the study of mankind has given the readers a truly entertaining piece. But, one must be careful as this does not stand against his master pieces and my favorites ‘The Da Vinci Code’ and ‘The Deception Point’.
The story starts with our famous symbologist Robert Langdon, being called in the US Capitol House to give a lecture in symbology; but, soon realizes that he was duped by our villain of the story, who has kidnapped the great Peter Solomon, the echelon of the secret society of the Masons, or the brotherhood. This brotherhood believes that there is a mystical pyramid, which through inscriptions on it, opens the door to the human wisdom.
Now, this villain, known as Malakh wants our famous Robert Langdon to help him solve this mystery of secret pyramid, for the sake of Peter Solomon’s life. Here start Brown’s typical twists and turns of the story involving puzzles and symbols. Katherine Solomon, is a help to him for her dear brother’s life.
The villain was also smart enough (..or Brown), to threaten Iano Sato, the CIA director to help him for the sake of national security. All these things make this an entertaining and a cognitive book.
The interesting facts about science and mankind, makes this a different one from the other suspense thriller. However, this goes without saying for all the Brown’s books, but his other books were more satisfying than this one.
Dec 20, 2010
I am feeling good to be back amongst all of you. I was enjoying my life these days, in my own way.
Actually, the truth is I was busy like hell with my office work, and irrespective of my ‘Office’ enabled cell phone, couldn’t find time for blogging and read books. I actually kept my mind busy with growling tension of work, and in that lost control over my mind to write or blog.
I am really feeling good, in penning down my thoughts, as this short time had given me epiphanies about myself, my present professional life, my future, and my aspirations with it. I came to the realization, that I should always know what am I doing, and not move blindfolded in my life.
In fact even right now I have more work than that before, but now I had come to the realization about my life and priorities in it.
I actually like doing my office work, as it relates to learning new things with each day, but then every other thing in life is a new learning, and it is only up to me to decide my actions.
These days helped me in understanding small things about life, and what I want from my life. I will be sharing my thoughts with you all, but at this time instead of boring you with my little philosophies, I should continue blogging.
One thing, I would like to share with you all, is started observing things that can be changed for its better use. It can be any general purpose thing. You can observe that while working, travelling, eating, reading, playing and living. My future posts, very soon be sharing my thoughts on it, and let me tell you they are gonna be technical, related to simple logics and engineering. This, I feel is the best habit that I have gained in these days. Please do share your thoughts with me, and I can assure you they will churn up your mind.
By the way, in these days, I have also finished 'The Lost Symbol' by Dan Brown. I cannot control my addiction for books, no matter however lost my mind is. So, catch its review in my next post.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 6, 2010
Oh dearest, I love you so much, I promise you we will have a wonderful life together, you and me will always be entwined in the beads of love.
But, darling I need to tell you something..
Yes, tell me, I don't know whether I would be able to listen or not, let me just watch you, and only watch you, for the rest of my life,
I am actually afraid, how would you react after that….
I am already lost in you, now nothing matters to me as far as you are with me.
Oh, please be serious, listen to me, it is about us, our future, and my past….
I know everything, but do you know what is there between you and me?????
Let me tell you
It is love that binds us
Love, a soul of our relation ship
Soul which has existence only with our togetherness
Why don’t you listen to me, I am very much confused with my life,
No, let me complete, I need to speak, if I don’t speak now, then it would be too late for both of us …
I had an affair with another guy in my past. We loved each other a lot, but time and circumstances divided us, and we had a break up…
After some time I met you, and we started loving each other. I started feeling love with you, in a way that I had never felt before, but you know this world is very complex, and so life can also not be simple.
A few days back, when you were out for some work, I met him, my old lover, and it uncovered all the good times, that we have had together, but there was nothing same between us, after all it had been a long time. He again expressed his feelings for me, that time divided us , and that he wanted to be with me again after, all that had happened with our lives after that break up.
I started feeling guilty from that day, because I didn’t let you know about my past.
A hustle of air, and the lightening clouds stole that moment of silence between them…
I thought about it a lot, and only remembered the lovable time that we spent together, he has no meaning in my life. When I met him again, only after that I realized how much we love each other.
I don’t know, what to do, I am stuck up in my life, I don’t know what to do.
I want to have a new beginning with you; I would love to spend my entire life with you, a life with only a spice of love, trust and belief. I want to have a new beginning with you once again.
This time, even the clouds and wind couldn’t broke the silence between them,
He went close to her, lifted and kissed on her forehead.
Do you know what is there between you and me??
Let me tell you
It is love that binds us
Love, a soul of our relation ship
Soul which has existence only with our togetherness
Togetherness, it has meaning only in this time
Time, it keeps travelling,
Travelling is a way of life,
And Life, it only has meaning with you, and me
And our love………..
Aug 1, 2010
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 10, 2010
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Jun 18, 2010
May 29, 2010
Apr 17, 2010
The Fountain Head is a story of one man and the rest of the world. It is a philosophical fiction that entails the story through love, lust, trust, jealousy, care, passion, and enthusiasm of the people and the world.
The story starts with the two architecture students, Howard Roark and Peter Keating; one being expelled from the college for his designing methods that were considered inappropriate by the professors, and the latter being the topper of the same college. The story moves on marking the methods and principles, they adopted in their architectural career, and how it became the reason for their success and downfalls. It also presents a very powerful picture of print media, that how it can control the people, the world and their opinions.
There are certain parts in the book which can be read, reread and reread a number of times. While reading it, there were instances, when I lost track of the book, and drove on to the path of my own life, thinking deeply about it. This book is so powerful in its essence, that it can change a person’s view for nature, world, society, and an individual. This is one of the most intelligently written books that I have come across; one lady suffering for her lover, two men wanting to own the world, other people dancing to the tunes of money and fame, and one man living his life as he desired, all this together make this a very energetic and dynamic book.
Apr 10, 2010
Sexy is the word that amazes me a lot, I have always found myself using it for almost everything and anything; and I have also noticed people gazing at me when I say Pav Bhaji as sexy, or Sachin’s shot as sexy.
When I googled this word I found that it is first used in the early 20th century, in 1905, and refers to some thing which arouses sexual desire. But this is the refined definition of early 21st century, but when the word was originated it was generally used for referring to women. I think that this was the biased image of a male dominant society, and is carried on since then, that only a woman be considered as sexy. There were times when women were treated as an object of physical pleasure, and the word sexy is used for them in the times of love making. But this image has been transformed since then, thanks to the educational system that developed rationality in people’s ideas and thinking. This did one thing, that everything was started getting seen in the broader sense, and this also implies for the word sexy, and the time came when it was not only the women, who were considered as sexy, and hence came the refined definition.
But then sexy has never been that type of word, which can so easily be adopted in the common language, or we can say that adopted in the talking etiquettes of the cultured society, as it has always been considered as the word that portrays vulgarity and lasciviousness.
But with time, the meaning and scope of being sexy has changed a lot, and I feel that it is not only man or woman that can be considered as sexy, but in fact everything around us that is attractive, tempting, eye catching, and that has a feel good factor (obviously not only in the sense of sexual desire) can be considered as sexy.
It can be anything be it some delicious, spicy, tempting dish, a unique, intelligent painting, a pretty girl, or a handsome boy, it can be anything, even a blog.
The meaning of sexy has changed, but that thousand years old image can not be so easily removed from some decade old transformation in the life style.
I am looking out for that time, when a waiter would come to me and suggest the sexiest dish in their kitchen.
Please don’t mind, if I comment sexy for a really good post.
Apr 3, 2010
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Amay- Honey, do you know what is fool?
Teesha- What fool??
-Fool! That’s it.
-Yeah, I know one thing, that you are the biggest fool
-Ah….that I know, tell me more about fool.
-Oh come on , don’t befool me, and let me make some food.
-If you were told to write some words on fool or describe fool, then how’d you do it??
-What type of foolish topic is this??
-Just don’t think about the foolishness of the topic, and tell me whatever comes in your foolish mind, when you think of a fool??
-I think..this might have sprung out from that foolish group, fool-a-ton, that you foolishly follow
-Ok…Let me think
-Honey, do you know about Harit and Anuja
-Yeah..they live this next street, and are foolishly in love with each other.
-Oh.. that’s the half story, there is something more to it..
-More to it..what happened??
-Last week end, in the absence of Anuja, Harit called his girl friend in their home, and coincidentally Anuja also came at the same time…
Such a fool he had been….Harit…he should have met her somewhere outside, somewhere..I think..
-What do you mean,Amay? You think that he should have met her outside….MY GOD, this implies that you are not such a fool like Harit and…..Oh my God
-Oh, now don’t add salt in your foolish implications.
-Yeah, now I am the only fool here
and she started crying, her head down resting on her knees and eyes closed.
Amay came close to her, held her up, and said THANK YOU, I am going…
-Teesha said hastily, “Whaaat you are leaving me??”
-Amay started beating his head, “ God help me, you fool, I thanked you as you gave me ideas to write about fool”
-“……….how did I help you” asked Teesha with a slow and confused tone.
-Fool.. you just told me that you are the only fool here, so I thought to write some words on you in that foolish fool-a-ton’’, and he started laughing.
-You fool, and she started beating him, and finally hugged him and said, “ You don’t know, how foolishly I love you, and don’t you ever do this to me”
Everybody has this foolish element within themselves, or in their lives, which makes their life pretty interesting and lovely. So, don’t you ever let that foolish element die away from your lives..It will give you all the happy moments that you wish in your life.
Be foolish in your own ways
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Mar 20, 2010
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It was a warm night, neither humid nor too hot – in fact just right for a stroll. But it was 11.30 pm , not late by metro standards. But in the suburbs where the company township was situated, it was way too late. The highway was about ½ km away and occasionally the hum of heavy vehicles passing by, could be heard but other than that , it was quiet with only the chirping of the cicadas in the background.
Ranjan hurried along the small lanes of the VIP quarters , isolated and further away, in the moonless night, frequently giving furtive glances around him. He seemed tense but strode ahead with purposeful steps, until he reached a particular bungalow. He stopped in front of it and stared at it for a few minutes. The senior level executives were issued spacious bungalows with lawns while the junior and the mid level executives were assigned one bedroom and two bedroom apartments, a fact that did not go well with them , after all the divide was quite unreasonable they thought. But this was not the issue at the moment. He was here for his own personal reasons…
It was quiet and dark on the other side of the wall. One notable thing was that the street lights were few and far between and most of them were not working. The spot, where he was standing was shrouded in darkness, which suited him just fine.. There was no sign of any activity inside the rooms of the freshly whitewashed bungalow of Mr. Gupta. Only a dim red light flickered through the curtains of a room, most probably the master bedroom. He scratched his head and tried to remember if Mr. Gupta had a dog and, No ! No dogs, no watchman., so nothing to be afraid of. Yes! Everything was going according to plan. Mr. Gupta was out with the executive board members in the Company Club house entertaining the overseas client trying to secure the coveted deal, which meant that he will not be back before 2 am. That left him with enough time to accomplish whatever he had come for.
He gave another glance towards his left and right and also the two bungalows flanking it , but all was silent. It would be a fool who would be out at that hour leaving the comfort of a bed and wife to roam about here and there…. He smiled at the private joke. He touched the gate gingerly. It was an iron gate. He tried to move it but it gave a low audible creak and he stopped.
“Damn!Asha , my sweet little fool. Why does she have to wish for near impossible things.” He could not afford to make any noise. He was dressed in track pants and a rubber soled shoes . He also shockingly realized that he did not have his cell phone nor any identity proof with him in case of an emergency.
He decided that the best and fastest approach inside would be to climb over the low brick wall.
“ Asha! How you bewitch me!” He sighed, “All for love!” The brick wall was not high but it still disrupted the normal functioning of his 37 year old body for a few seconds, after he climbed over and jumped onto the other side clumsily. But thankfully the grass was thick which carpeted both his fall and the noise. He panted. His heart was racing at 100 beats/min ( more out of anxiety) and coupled with that he experienced an alien sensations gurgling deep inside his stomach. After all this was the first time he trespassed someone else’s property.
He nearly gave up and retreated , but then he calmed himself , took some deep breaths and sat on the soft grass for a few moments.
“ No snakes, I hope” he thought peering in the darkness. He had to do it today. He was not going to get a better opportunity to come here.
His hate quotient multiplied, knowing his nemesis Gupta, deserved every bit of it. Mr.Gupta fitted the description of a monster boss to a Tee. Ranjan first came across him eight months back when Mr.Gupta was transferred from their Bareilly unit. The dislike was mutual and the Monster made his life miserable. Finally after requesting the administration and literally prostrating himself in front of them, he was transferred to another unit ,but the scars remained till date . It took all his patience not to physically assault his boss. He used to often wonder how could anyone tolerate Mr.Gupta. How did his wife and children cope with him? He knew that Gupta had two sons aged 9 and 6 years. What did they think of him? Was this monster a normal person? He did not seem to have any friends or associates either. The only admirable thing about him though was that he had not seen anyone else with a greener thumb than his. He kept an impeccable garden and was the subject of envy among the others.
He looked at his watch . He had sat there lost in thoughts for almost 15 minutes. He stood up, smiling , he turned towards the verandah!…
“Asha,! Its your birthday and I want you to be happy”.he chanted in his thoughts. He felt the air cooler comparatively, on his way back home. Was it so late? He again looked at his watch and then his eyes went to the ‘ package ‘ he was holding. Tenderly , he shifted the banana leaf holding ‘it’ slightly. He smiled , pleased with himself his face glowing with satisfaction. He did not feel the least bit exhausted after his nightly caper. His step was light and springy.
He smiled again when he reached his apartment block, but his smile disappeared when he saw the watchman napping in a chair near the lift. If he was seen , it would give him away instantly and there would be a big scandal. As it is, it was a small town and things get to spread fast over here – be it news, rumors, fire or illness.
“What do I do now?” he thought shifting restlessly. There was no other way out.
He had to take the stairs, but for that he had to walk through the well lit lobby and down the corridor. He looked up at the window of his apartment on the third floor.
“ All for love”! He sighed and he tip-toed towards the staircase… He gave a last timid glance at the watchman before disappearing up the stairs. “Thank God! He is asleep” and stifled a chuckle at the irony. He started climbing the stairs slowly . sprinting was not an option, lest he woke up the entire household!. Panting, he reached the door of his flat. He took out his key and silently opened the door. When his eyes adjusted in the darkness, he walked past the drawing room to the bedroom. He stared at his wife from the door. She was still sleeping . She looked so innocent and angelic in the dim light. He walked in , sat beside her and touched her cheeks tenderly. She stirred in her sleep . He was still holding the ‘package’ and he moved towards the bathroom, when, she woke up.
She was fully awake within seconds.
“Ranjan? Where had you been so long?”
He froze and then turned around slowly- smiling broadly.
HOW I FINISHED IT-
Oh! Asha, you are still awake, don’t you have to go to office early in the morning”. Asha, baffled by his sudden caring attitude in all these days of tension..; but she doesn’t want to disturb this flow of water, and saw it as a chance to ease out the things between them. She replied, ignoring his question, “I was waitingfor you, you haven’t yet taken your dinner”.
“I’ll take it, don’t worry”. Ranjan know that she is angry with him, but he also know that she loves him very much, and that everything will be fine, tomorrow morning.
Ranjan loved her very much, but his professional life tensions had created worries in his personal life, and he got to understand it very late, that unknowingly he was slowly stepping towards the end of their marriage life.
Bright and warming sunlight falling on her eyes, through the window above their bed, woke her up only to be amazed to find that Ranjan was not beside her. She looked here and there hastily, and was about to get up from the bed, when her eyes glowed with sudden happiness and delight. Cristhina, the flower she loved most, was spread all over the room, and were falling on her.
Cristhina, her favourite flower, which she had only seen in pictures, is a rarely found in India, and she had never had the opportunity to touch that flower, to feel the fragrance of that flower, which Ranjan knew that Gupta had it in his private garden. He stole those flowers from the garden for Asha, for it to act as a balming agent in their relationship, on the occasion of her birthday.
A soft and melodious voice of Ranjan, wishing her birthday, brought tears in her eyes; he went close to her, took those prized drops, kissed her forehead and said, “You are looking so cute, and your presence made this flower look more beautiful”
Her glowing eyes filled with pearls, said everything to him.
They kissed each other….
NOTE: Cristhina is only a flower in my imaginations.