Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Fighters Fight

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There is this heart. It's aching. You want to get rid of that feeling. But you can’t. The more you fight, the more you will fall for it. Let it be there. Practice living along with that ‘feeling’. There is nothing much that you can do. But it's not the worse. At the corner of the path chosen by you, there is this ‘Life’. Not with the box of chocolates, but with a big brick. And Life is goanna hit you straight with that brick in your mouth, leaving you helpless, leaving you bleeding alone. You have been dizzy and your mouth full of blood. But you don’t give up. You rise. Because it's not about getting hit. It's about how much you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take those blows to your face and still keep pursuing the dreams and aspirations that not a single soul other than yours can believe in and not a single pair of eyes other than yours can see. The worse is yet to come. So hone your skills. Build yourself for those worse times that are still around. Because it's your inner you that would let you along in those worse times. Fighters fight. They don’t ask why and they don’t ask when. We fight. We fight people. We fight pain. We fight emotions. We fight tears. We fight this society. We fight our surrounding. We fight and never give up. Each and every single day. Each and every second. Each and every damn moment. That's how we have been built. That's how it is going to be. I wish I could tell you the alternative. But I fear, there ain't any as of now. Meanwhile, Keep fighting and keep punching. 

Image Courtesy:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XggM5fwpKQc

Review: "The Oath of the Vayuputras" by Amish

Author:  Amish
Type: Fiction 
Pages- 575
Publishing house: Westland PressBook: The Immortals of Meluha


There are too many characters. You had it in the 2nd part itself. You have already laden your mind with those. Along with that, you have complex warfare tactics involving the geography of the area leading the reader to scratch his/her head to understand it more better. These setups are unwelcoming and make you rethink if Amish, really is India’s first literary pop star. There are flaws but, in the end, one couldn’t understand and imagine what’s there, as the reader inches closer towards the end of the novel. I wouldn’t much discuss about the prose and the characters but in the end, the book has much to offer than a beautiful story and characters. It gives you a strange sense of peace, and tranquillity lingers over your soul. Chapter 45: The final Kill, It is from where the real emotional ride starts and doesn’t break for a moment from then. The book has 54 chapters meanwhile. The book explores the vulnerabilities of relationships. It depicts, how as a human, we can be so immature and mature too. It explores and touches too many topics along the line up that in the end, you feel a bit numb. You feel to have got a sort of redemption by reading it. You get down with the characters and wish if you could have changed the course of the fate. But alas!! There ain’t any fairy tale. More or less, it gives you the feeling of reading a scripture. Because the feelings that you carry after reading the series is, it can be only felt after reading great books indeed.

Om Namah Shivaiy. 
The Universe bows to Lord Shiva. I bow to Lord Shiva


Verdict: Would strongly advocate for this book to everyone. It is a must-read for those who believe in God. 


Sunday, May 6, 2018

Truth is not always true


There is an old Indian story about Truth. It seems that in ancient times a brash young warrior sought the hand of a beautiful princess. The King, her father, thought the warrior was a bit too cocksure and callow; he told him he could only marry the princess once he had found the Truth. So, the young warrior set out on a quest for Truth. He went to temples and to monasteries, to mountaintops where sages meditated and to forests where ascetics scourged themselves, nut nowhere could he find Truth. Despairing one day and seeking refuge from a thunderstorm, he found himself in a dank, musty cave. There, in the darkness, was an old hag, with warts on her face and matted hair, her skin hanging in folds from her bony limbs, her teeth broken, her breath malodorous. She greeted him; she seemed to know what he was looking for. They talked all night, and with each word she spoke, the warrior realized he had come to the end of the quest. She was truth. In the morning, when the storm broke, the warrior prepared to return to claim his bride. ‘Now that I have found the Truth’ he said. ‘what shall I tell them at the palace about you?’
The wizened old crone smiled. ‘Tell them, ‘she said, ‘tell them that I am young and beautiful.’
So, Truth is not always true; but that doesn’t mean Truth does not exist.

This article is an excerpt from the book “Bookless in Baghdad” by Shashi Tharoor. You can check out this book here- https://goo.gl/ZKovv9
Know more about me @ www.shashiprakash.in 

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