#BlogchatterEbook Review-Life & Times of a 20 Something

Reema D’Souza has sketched out the reality of a twenty something lady through these 26 chapters. The struggles, stereo-types, social stigmas, social pressures all nicely stitched togeher making it a nice and easy read. I completed it in one sitting. I would suggest it to anyone who’s taking a long flight, a perfect read to pass 2-3 hours.

Some of the things that appealed to me are :-

  1. Staying away from home, the feeling resonates with me when I joined the Engineering college hostel, and suddenly started loving my Mom’s cooking skills.
  2. Falling in love with all its subtelty.
  3. Lazing out the sundays without doing anything, a creative skill ofcourse.
  4. Helping out the friends in their break-ups.
  5. Finding out that happiness is being ordinary.

#BlogchatterEbook

 

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Ebook Carnival #BlogchatterEbook

“I take on the Baton of Blogchatter Ebook Carnival from Bushra (hyperlinked to allaboutthewoman.com) whose Ebook “A To Z Of Pregnancy” (hyperlinked to https://www.theblogchatter.com/download/a-to-z-of-pregnancy-by-dr-bushra-nausheen/ ) is also a part of the mix.


About Bushra’s Ebook: ” A to Z of Pregnancy is the Complete Guide to a healthy Pregnancy and Childbirth. After a lot of research, I found that the Pregnancy reads available are so heavy that readers believe to be learning medical books. My motto behind writing this book is to give you knowledge in entertaining, light way. This is the handy book that covers all topics of pregnancy. In this book, I’ve tried to transform all the information about pregnancy and childbirth in easy to understand language. I’ve tried my best to keep it very accurate, to the point and added interesting facts that will increase your interest and enthusiasm as your reading progress. I’ve tried my best to cover the important topics and hope this book will solve all your queries, myths, confusion and nervousness about the Pregnancy and the Child Birth. The book A to Z of Pregnancy is divided into five sections according to the different phases of pregnancy. I’ve included many questions that come to your mind while being pregnant and after pregnancy. This book is written from my experience that I’ve learned from my patients. Read now to know more about this book. “

 

About Blogchatter Ebook Carnival:-

It is unprecedented in near past, that so many ebooks have been published in one go. I have gone through some of these books and some of them are real gems. Thirty five diamonds are up for grabs and what are you waiting for?

This is a God-given opportunity for unknown writers like me who lack the wherewithal and contacts to create any kind of hype or hoopla. Blogchatter gives you an audience who has the class and character to appreciate what’s good and therefore can differentiate wheat from the chaff.

It is also a God-given opportunity for a reader spoiled by choice to zero in on real stuff. I repeat some of the books featured here are real gems.

About my Ebook featured in the Ebook Carnival:- 

I’m proud to say that my ebook “The Thorough Check”, got this opportunity to be featured shoulder to shoulder with these gems. This book which is getting more and more prominent with the changing political scenario in the country is a good read for somebody looking for a contemporary subject. The icing in the cake is that the political and social message has been camouflaged under the garb of a crime-thriller.

“I pass on the Baton of Blogchatter Ebook Carnival to Romilla (hyperlinked to Novemberschild.com) whose Ebook “The Three Flowers” (hyperlinked to https://www.theblogchatter.com/download/the-three-flowers-by-novemberschild/) is also a part of the mix.


About Romilla’s Ebook: ” This E-book has 26 Micropoems on various topics which are not bound by word, stanza or syllable rules and rhyming is optional. Themes remain at the discretion from the humorous and bizarre, to the deeply personal and political. “

Life in local train by Paresh Godhwani

Paresh has given a decent description of life in a local train. Initially I thought it was just another eulogy of the Mumbai locals. Oh! Not again.

But this was a welcome relief to read about Gujarat memu. I myself was a season ticket traveller between Vadodara and surat. Hence in could literally live the experience while reading.

I should appreciate Paresh for having withstood the ordeal for eighteen months. I could sustain it only for six months, before I grabbed the first job that came my way in Vadodara.

What Paresh has glimpsed us through is hundred percent fact. Kudos to him for having put these experiences in black and white, for some of us to savour and reminisce. Paresh, please get it edited, and relaunch it. I’m sure it will sell like hot cakes or hot packets of bharuch ni seeng.

It was a short but sweet read.

 

 

Without You

 

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Words can’t give a cue

What’s life without you?

When days are so fragile

What’s sunlight without you?

While love is sans fragrance

What’s Flowers without you?

While songs are sans the rhyme

What’s that waft without you?

 

This is written as part of #BlogChatter prompt “Without You”

 

 

 

Down Memory Lane

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Fragrance of her hair

What I waited for in the air

Smiles on her face

What I waited for in my dreams

Voice that clatters like water

What I waited like a suitor

Moves like a peahen

What I waited for a perfection

I go down the memory Lane

To discern she was never mine

 

Written for the #BlogChatter prompt #DownMemoryLane

 

 

Blog Love

I take on the baton of Blog love from Romila http://novemberschild.com/

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Why I did not become a politician?

I have been brought up in a society which taught me to fight injustice at any cost. It was criminal offence to sit back and be apathetic to injustice happening to others. It was unimaginable to endure oppression and exploitation. Hence the high rhetoric of left ideologies was a natural draw for any starry eyed teenager longing to enter a man’s world. But soon the ugly realities of politics popped up, in the forms of picketing, police lathi-charge, tear-gas. Exploitation of the masses by the leaders to meet their personal ends. Ideology was just an eye wash.

Why I did not become a journalist?

I remember having gone through the turmoil of studying so much in so little time, engineering was somehow not appealing to me. It was a time when the nation was experiencing its greatest test after the emergency. The mandir-masjid was tearing the nation’s psyche into many pieces. The newspapers and the magazines were abreast at their journalistic best, in their endeavour to beat one another. It was mesmerising reads every day. But then again a sudden thought sprung up in me. The journalists are all engrossed in upping their readership oblivious of the nation’s plight. They kept on obviating the reality of the nation losing its plurality, where friends were forced to turn foes on religious lines. Journalism had lost its essence of fighting for principles, humanity and equity. I decided this was not my forte.

Why I love my blog?

I got up today morning, peeped outside to the park ahead. An elderly couple was walking hand-in-hand, the lady struggling to keep pace with her painful arthritic knees. The man was chivalrous to lend her a supporting hand through out, though he was also not in the thick of health. On the other side of the garden were young couples warming up for the Valentine’s Day, roses in hand, kisses in anticipation. I couldn’t do anything else other than write a poem in my blog.

The other day I saw how Obama was being replaced by a moron. Like the billions on this plant I was also worried what is going to happen to us, when an ecstatic maniac holds the button which if presses I’m told that a dozen nuclear bombs would be exploding at various parts of the non-American world. As usual there was nothing I could do about it, but to blog about the same.

So whenever I am stuck up or amused or irritated at various frames that life throws at you, I understand there is nothing I could do about it, but, I could always express myself through my blog. Off late in a world which is hard pressed to put restrictions on what people speak, blogging also is a risky proposition. I’m in solidarity with my brethren in Bangladesh and Pakistan who gets killed for writing blogs. All the more reason for me to love my blog that my country allows me despite all the blasphemy of intolerance to blog whatever I think is right.

But what I like the most about my blog is the fraternity of bloggers I’ve cultivated over the time. They give me the love, the same way I give them. They give me the ideas and prompts looking at what I’m good at. They give the suggestions and comments to keep me going. After all, to quote the famous lines of the hit number from Dionne Warwick – “That’s what friends are for!”

#Bloglove

I pass on the baton of blog love to Abhinav Kumar https://styleburp.wordpress.com/

LOVE

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Aurora or dawn

Rays slice the dark

Timber or hen

Knives piece the bark

Toddler or a patriarch

Love heals the pain

Theist or an atheist

Love seals the schism

Here I look for love

So are the rest of men

Pursuit goes on and on

Leaving the mothers behind

Alas it was late

Mother was that love.

 

 

Written for #Blogchatter prompt Love

 

WHY ?

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Why the sun has to set

When the eyes are already wet

Why souls have to depart

When life always sets us apart

Why hearts stop to beat

When heartless roam the street

Why eyes stop to flutter

When justice always stutter

Why anyone need a foe

When love always end in a woe

 

This is written based on the prompt by #BlogChatter #WriteOn #BlogBuddy #authorrakesh