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!”


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


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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



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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

Natural Enemies – Battle for Supremacy

No, I’m not talking about the Cat and Rat, or the Eagle and Snake. I’m covering the battle between the top honchos in a genre, for supremacy.

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Coke V/s Pepsi

No commercial battle has been so obvious and visible. That’s why Coke keeps on saying it’s the Real Thing, to remind a world that’s obsessed with welcoming new things, that old is gold. Pepsi never budges in keeping on instigating the new generation to be different and redeem the old generation stuff. In the process, Pepsi positions itself as a perennial youth, whereas Coke would not dither from the Grand Old Man image.

The result is an unending battle wherein whoever believes in hereditary values rooting for Coke and all the rebels battling it out for Pepsi.

Lion V/s Elephant

The big bad world v/s the small nice world. Ruthless predator v/s the gentle giant. It’s a matter of perspective. A ferocious cat who demarcates his territory and chases out all the other males from his territory to copulate endlessly with his numerous mates. A humble warrior who lives in a group sharing space with other males, protecting and looking after the infants and females.

Wherein the cat gangs up on a vulnerable Jumbo, attacking from all sides without any justice, the giant falls eventually giving up on the under the belt strategy of the rival.

World celebrates the winner and as they say end justifies the means. Lion King they say, whereas the real King shrugs with disapproval.

Tea v/s Coffee

Now the mother of all battles. A poor man’s tea versus a rich man’s coffee. Substance v/s style. Health v/s habit. Tea rules over the world because like soccer, it just has one brew. Boil water, mix milk, add a teaspoon ( yes you heard it right, it is teaspoon and not coffeespoon) and the world’s most popular beverage is ready. To hell with Cappuccinos, Lattes, Risterettos and what not. Coffee is nothing but an imitation, an ugly rich man’s unending urge to differentiate himself, and a capitalist world’s hunger for money. So all my comrades, New Year Cheers with those numerous cups of tea.

 ‘I am writing this post towards#Blog&Celebrate contest by Novemberschild“ #authorrakesh