Oct 24, 2009
A CUP OF TEA
Oct 20, 2009
P.S. I Love You

P.S. I love you is a book that will make you experience the unfathomable love of Holly and Gerry. You will cry with Holly, enjoy with Holly, live a life with Holly.
I was just waiting for the right book to start reviewing about them in the blog, and I was unable to hold my pen, when I completed this one authored by Cecelia Ahern.
Holly and Gerry are childhood sweethearts and are happily married, but sudden death of Gerry fused their lamp of love, leaving Holly to live alone in this world. She started believing that, there is no reason left for her to live, as it was only Gerry that completes her. But as they say true love is eternal, and does not end with death, and so was their love.
Gerry left 10 envelopes for Holly, signed with 'P.S.I Love You', and only to be opened at the end of each month. Holly actually started living just to open those envelopes at the end of the month, to once again talk with Gerry, but she didn't realize that with each envelope, with each month she is energizing her life, rejuvenating her life, which has left her alone in this not-so-caring-world.
The author has written the book so beautifully, that while reading you would just enter into Holly's life and would live her pains, her joy, her cries, and her happiness. This book also made me realize the importance of tea in ones life.
"Oh, the wonders of magical tea, the answer to all of life's little problems. You have a gossip and you make a cup of tea, you get fired from your job and you have a cup of tea, your husband tells you he has a brain tumor and you have a cup of tea"
Chris Feeney was the character that I liked the most in the book, for he was just like one of us, and also a movie based on this book directed by Richard LaGravenese, starring Hillary Swank and Gerard Butler was a big hit.
The book is undisputedly an International Bestseller; a perfect mélange of all emotions, a ride to experience love and happiness in a way that would force you to be happy in your own life.
Oct 14, 2009
Life...
Life... This has always puzzled me more, whenever I tried to understand it. When I think that I am into some sort of epiphany, or some kind of realization, then suddenly something unique would happen, and it would leave me like a lost child.
I have been reading quite a few philosophical books and articles these days, or I should say books with certain message, and I was happy to be able to relate them to my real life. There is one thing common in all the articles and books I read, is that all the living beings are connected through some force called Universe, and one should always be happy and smile whatever the case may be. But, again something unusual happened in my life, or in life around me, that sometimes made me think that the above condition is a paradox in itself. My mom being a very religious person has been to Mathura, for some religious ceremony. It has been decided that me, my grand maa, my brother and my sister in law would join her after some days, and will return back. But, me not interested in attending religious ceremonies, refused to accompany them, and preferred staying at home with dad. Everything was going good, up till two days before the day of their journey to Mathura, when sudden and unexpected death news of my sister in law's aunt arrived, and which prevented her from going. So, finally my brother and grand maa left. The day when they were about to return, floods took a massive shape in Karnataka, and all the trains of that route were cancelled from Mathura. My brother, mother and grand maa got stuck in Mathura railway station, not knowing what to do, and also it was Sharad Poornima that night, which attracted thousands of visitors to Mathura, and with all the luggage they have, they could not catch another train without reservation. On hearing the train cancellation news at home, we also got tensed, that how they will manage with so many luggages, as it was impossible for them to get reservation. But after some time, they found a way out, and hired a taxi. When this was all over, this incident gave me and my father good laughs, and we spent good time laughing on them and teasing them on phone. They all returned home safely, and we all together shared some laughing moments at their condition on railway station, with thousands of people around them, and they were standing there like a fool carrying luggage, with nowhere to go. Next morning, I came to know that floods in Karnataka had taken lives on 150 innocent people. At first I was normal, as the natural calamities have now days become a common thing, but when I related with the happenings of my life, I ended up puzzled. All the incidents proved, we all are connected through some force, as the floods in Karnataka, cancelled the train, which gave my family some laughing moments; but on the other hand there were lives of 150 innocent people, who have somehow became the reason for the happy moments of my family. But, should I be happy or sad for the floods?? This has raised a new question in my mind; this is one incident which I correlated, I don't know how many more similar incidents were responsible for my good times.
Oct 12, 2009
INDIA and Millennium Development Goals
Oct 6, 2009
Wherever..
Wherever you are naivety is there far and far, For you are a cup full of modesty Wherever you go air is filled with chumming flow, For you have a heart full of love and honesty Wherever you learn intellect becomes fun, For your mind has peace and tranquility Wherever you sing all are enclosed in loving binge For your soul is a mirror image of purity.
I was searching something in my cupboard, and I found a crumpled paper at the corner, with this poem; and I remembered that, a few months back I wrote this poem for one of my best friends. This poem is the first thing that I have ever written down in my life without a purpose, and I immediately thought to share it with you all. I hope you all will like it.Oct 3, 2009
THE INDIAN DREAM
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