RAINBOW: The Shades of Love

                                                   176 pages

                                          Published on July 2014

                                             Teenage Publishers

                                             Format-: Paperback

                                                   Price-: 150/-

From the blurb

Love = Sex? Love+Sex=? Love-Sex=??? Sex-Love=????

This is not a book to teach you about love or how to get a beautiful girl to bed, rather it reveals how bad things can get if you don't set your priorities right. It's a story about the most explored life aspect ' Love' 'Sex'.

YUVI, a pleasure seeking boy, falls victim to the same notorious life facet called love. Simran's beauty sweeps him off from his feet and he leaves no stone unturned to seek her special attention.

As he falls in love, he also sleeps around with all the erroneous girls, and when his fate threatens to take his love down, he promises himself to stop all of this and come out of the wreckage … But then, his past deeds come back to his present, and that tears his life apart. What follows is an uneasy course of getting his love back on board.

The story reveals the life of today's youth, their friendships, feelings, priorities, and ineptitude to handle relationships while not forgetting their turmoil between the two critical facets of life: LOVE & SEX.

Love makes the world go round … Or is it Sex? Based on real life experiences and tea time gossips.

My Review

 A big thanks to Aman Jassal and Goodreads for providing me a copy of Rainbow the shades of love. This book is the debut novel of the author. He has given importance to the different color of rainbow and its significance in our life.  

From the book blurb I thought the story must be revolve around love and sex as these two are tinted, but the story is more than that. It also spread the spooky idea that “sometimes it’s too late to realize your true love.”

The cover is cute with a highlighted portion of two hands intertwined with each other and a red ribbon coupled with it.

   

What I like

The past has a great influence on present and even on future. This book talks about the past that brings dilemma to present and future. I love a paragraph, where he mentioned the significance of colors.

‘My favourite RED symbolizes love, passion, energy. ORANGE symbolizes a lot of energy and wisdom. YELLOW means something bright. GREEN symbolizes harmony, balance, growth, abundance. BLUE is known for divinity, peace and understanding. INDIGO symbolizes wisdom and self-mastery. VIOLET signifies beginning of the energy vibration.’

I quite like the realistic ending; unlike some fairy tale, the author has shown reasonable ending.

What I didn’t like

The story plot could’ve been much better. I wanted to know the character more rather than what men or women would like or dislike!!!  ‘Men wouldn't lie as much to the women in their life, if the women didn't ask so many questions.’

The love story of the main protagonists also seemed not that much connected. The sparkle of chemistry between the protagonists was also missing. I think no girl will be convinced to talk with a complete stranger or even fall for him.

If you are a lovey-dovey-tragic-drama story fan, then I will recommend this book. I will give 2.5 out of 5 stars to the book.

About the Author

Aman Jassal is born and brought up in the princely city, Patiala. He completed his master’s degree in 2007 and works as a design engineer with an MNC in Gurgaon. Apart from his work, he loves to write stories and blogging. He is a trained Bhangra dancer and his other fields of interest include travelling and bike riding. Having travelled many European and Asian countries he has a broad approach to life. He is a high spirited youngster whose life revolves around his friends.


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THE GREAT INDIAN LITTERBUG

Today I stepped out of my house to breath the fresh air,

But my owner threw a dustbin full of garbage on my hair...

Annoyance slithered on my face, aisles formed in my mind in an array

Instead, she said it was aimed for the ground and I came on its way...

After a few seconds my mom did the same as my owner and smile at me briefly

Which made me embarrassed and I stood there cheaply...

How can I convince others to make a moral habit to avoid ugliness,

Where my own people don’t care much for cleanliness...

I heard that hygiene started from your own house, but never give a second glance at this statement. After that incident, I rushed inside my house; first to change my clothes  and bathing purposes and second to question my mother.

I slid into the bathroom and cleaned myself. After a few minutes I marched towards mama. “How could you do that mama? I was thinking of lecturing our house owner not to throw the garbage here and there. But oh... You did the same thing in front of me and her, it humiliates me. And the most important thing, why are you throwing the garbage on the ground instead of government dustbins?”  Anger radiated on my face.

She observed me carefully and after a while, she spoke, “ Why are you reacting today? It happens every day on most of the houses. People throw garbage on road, cinema hall, park and even in tourist places also. You never reacted to that, just because It fell on you you’re showing your fists.” I was stunned; what she said was true, I never once raise my voice for that, then why I’m reacting now.

I contemplated silence was the best answer for that moment. I thought some questions don’t have any explanation. I got ready for my college.  My bus arrived and I sat across a window seat. On my way to college for the first time I checked my surroundings; some roads are clean like pristine, some roads are full of garbage and spiting of betel.

I’m amazed to see the beautiful patterns of betel spit on the walls

People should  get rewarded for their great hard works...

My bus took a sudden turn, I made myself comfortable,

And I saw some scene...  Which will be memorable...

Some fountains were popping out of people’s mouth, finding their way to the ground

And the shining rappers of light foods flying all around in the background...

I saw a brand new car stood beside our bus, sliding it’s glass down a bottle soaring down to the road,

A twinkling sound made my mind hush, I wonder if the reality is in such mode...

I clapped for them in my thought with a negative smug,

Because This is the great Indian litterbug...

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Recently our prime minister had initiated ‘Swachh Bharat Abhiyan’. People had heard it, encouraged it and praised for the idea. But how many have actually fulfilled it???

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I have seen some Bollywood movies having scenes like peeing on the restricted walls, spitting here and there. I think people should be rewarded for this; a litterbug cap with a smiling face and a click on camera to remember this mesmerizing moment.

This humor video must will able to unlock some people's mind

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FIRST LOVE

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[2008]

I was the most socially ill-equipped and maybe the most boring person ever. My friends actually knew how to dress up and look pretty, where I with big glass, face full of pimples and braces on my teeth didn’t know the basic of trendy look. I had two best friends at that time and not only they but also the whole class used to call me double battery and pimple queen.

In that year I got the taste of my first crush. He used to be a charming and most handsome person in our school. Most of the girls were following him all around, hoping for a glimpse, but I was the lucky one he asked for my friendship. And of course I accepted it gratefully. I had never dared to give him any clue about my feelings.

[2009]

The days passed by and I had started to develop inferior feelings about my look and complexion. I feared of rejection. I shared my feelings with my best friends. At first they laughed, but when they sensed I was serious they gave me some tips about how to remove my pimples.

I had tried so many methods, some I heard from my family, relatives and some I heard from my friends. I had applied the Neem paste with turmeric, sandalwood with neem paste but nothing happened. So I decided to give up on my face and rather than that concentrate on studies as my board exams were approaching.

I had never studied that hard in my entire life and appeared my exam with a smile on my face.  It is well said that ‘Hard work is the key to success.’  Well, I got 95% on my board exam and got admitted in the same school for eleventh standard.

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I, my best friends and my crush were in the same class. Our friendship went smoothly and at that time I contemplated my study as the first priority. By the end of 12th standard I converted myself as a studious student. I was top in my class, but never gave him a hint of my feeling.

After our 12th standard we changed our path; I became an engineer where he went for further commerce study.  In the due course of time four years passed by I last saw him.

I never realized when my crush became my first love. And I got my first unsuccessful love story. But I never mount over my pimples, which was also bothering me. Sometimes I thought that maybe my pimples will come in the way of my interview. 

Before some months, one of my relatives had introduced me to Garnier Pure Active Neem Face Wash. I thought to give it a try. I had tried several face washes but never taste the effect. After 3-4 weeks some unexpected thing happened; my pimples started to vanish one by one. And after some more days I got a pimple free face. I had succeeded in my first step and then I moved to my second step, which was getting the lens. My second step was not difficult though.

I went to a parlor; cut my hair into some layers, got manicures, re-do eyebrows and something more hard to recall. The beautician passed the mirror and I looked myself. The first thing came to my mind was ‘Is this me?’ I looked beautiful, first time in my life.

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My transformation led me a confident lifestyle, I got placed in a very well known company and I got an invitation for school get together.

[December 2014]

I never expected to see him again at the get together party. He hadn’t changed a bit; same charming look, flirty smile and full of energy. He came closer to me and said, “You look different.”

“Define different?” I asked with confident look. We both laughed and talked for hours. I realized something buried deep inside in my heart and that needed to come out. With thumbing heart beat I called him, “I have to tell you something. You will listen completely and don’t react.”

He nodded with a concern look. I started to explain him everything. He listened patiently and spoke when my elucidation was over.

 “If you had told me at that time I could have accepted you. It’s too late now. I had always liked you because you were ‘YOU’; unique from everyone. I have a girlfriend now. Can we remain friends after this conversation?” He sounded exceptionally sincere. I said, “Of course!!! We are friends and we’ll be always.”

Till now we also remain friends and we are ‘the friends in need and friends indeed.’

I have always thanked that I’m being introduced to GarnierNeem Face Wash, who gave me the confident look and pimple free face.

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I WONDER: WHY???

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My mama gets up at 4 am in the morning. She brushes her teeth and started to sweep the whole house. Then came to the kitchen and started preparing food for our Tiffin and lunch. You all must be confused by now why she started preparing for the meal this early? Well, my mother is a teacher and she left the house at 6:30 am. So before that she has to prepare lunch. She comes back home at 12:30 pm and after that she has to finish the washing the dirty plates, pots and pans. She checks the home work copies, makes the study plan and updates the attendance sheet. Then she goes to make some Tiffin for the evening. Then she watches some daily soaps and again goes to the kitchen for dinner. It’s her daily routine.

She only feels a little relax on Sundays, but that day also laundry work occupies her. Sometimes I help her with laundry like washing in machines and folding clothes. She gives iron to the clothes. Before some months, I asked, “You are doing every house chores as well as maintaining your school work. At least can’t papa help you with laundry? At least he can wash the clothes in the machine and fold the clothes with me.”

My mama laughed a little and said, “But you are helping me na... So no need to ask your father about laundry.” I couldn’t resist my irritation any more. “But mama Sometimes I have my exams, seminars and presentations. That time you do all the work by yourself and why can’t I ask papa?”

She faced down not meeting my gaze. “You can’t ask him. It was like this and I think it will be always like this.”  “No mama It will not always be like this. I will talk to papa.” I assured her.

I share everything with my parents. I also consider that my papa is little understanding of nature.  So I was not nervous to ask him. That evening when my papa was enjoying his tea, I sat in front of him. After a few minutes of usual talk I started the main topic, “Papa, mama is doing all the house chores along with her school works. I think she needs some help.”

“So she needs a maid? Okay, I will arrange one.” Papa replied with a casual tone.

“No papa. I mean you can help her.” Papa laughed out loud. “You want me to help her doing house chores?” “Yes papa, actually I want it. But I think you can help her with the laundry.” I tried to be confident. “You know dear, men don’t do these works.” I couldn’t believe he said those words.

“Where it is written that men can’t do the household works? It’s just your ego, that’s why you are uttering those words. I thought you would understand the situation.”

“Did your mama ask you to tell me all these things?” before he could complete his sentence I commented, “I’m saying this and will you like it after my marriage, I have to maintain my corporate work as well as my household work and when I will ask my husband to help me, he will tell me the same thing as you told me now?”

Papa thought for a moment and replied, “Okay, I will initiate by washing clothes in machine only.” I hugged my papa and congratulate me for my small victory, though I have way more to go. After that day my papa helps in 50% laundry work.  These days he is also helping in giving iron to the fine clothes.

However, this is my house’s condition, but I came to know about a survey that is done by A C Nielson for washing powder brand Ariel. The survey results are shown below-

1: More than 2/3 rd (>67%) of Indian women feel, there exists inequality at home, between men and women.

2: 76% Indian men feel laundry is a woman’s job.

3: 85% of working Indian women feel that they have two jobs; one at work and another at home.

4: 73% married Indian women feel, a man prioritizes relaxing over helping with household chores.

5: More than 2/3rd (>67%) Indian men prefer to watch TV than to do their laundry.

6: 77% of Indian men depend on Indian women for doing the laundry.

(The above survey was done in 5 cities Mumbai, Delhi, Chennai, Hyderabad & Bangalore in November 2014 by taking 1000 persons.)

      

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NEW WORLD

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A seven-year-old kid sat across the window deep in her thought, when a constant ring in mobile brought her back to reality. Her mother rushed towards it and with a click she picked it up.

Tears were found in its way out from her mother’s face. She didn’t understand what was happening? After a few hours they reached at the hospital where she found her nana’s (maternal grandfather) lifeless body.

She observed her surroundings; some were weeping, some were showing their grief and some were gossiping. She heard some were talking about her nana’s death.

That night she couldn’t resist her curiosity anymore and rushed towards her mother. “Mama what happened to nana?”  Her mother wiped her eyes and brought her little daughter to her lap. “Nothing much dear, your nana became an angel.”

“What is an angel and why people were saying something about death?” Her mother patted her little daughter’s shoulder and looked into her twinkling eyes. “A shadow had kissed your nana and as your nana was a very good man he became an angel. Now he must be in heaven, from there he is looking at you.”

“Where is heaven mama? What happened to bad people? And what is the work of an angel?” She asked.

“Heaven is a thousand steps above us dear. The bad people became demon and go to hell, which is a thousand steps below us. Angels protect and guard us from bad people.”

“Bad people mean demons. But what is shadow kiss?” she asked, lifting her brows.

“Um... You will know when you will become grown up. Remember sweety nana is always in our heart. Now go to your bed.” Her mother concluded.

She went to her bed and processed what her mother told her about death. She thought a single click on the mobile lead her to a new world of angels and demons. She was happy that her nana became an angel.

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Now that little kid is no-more-a-little-kid. She has understood the impact of death. But still she believed in life after death. That she is ‘me’. 

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MY DIARY (#7)

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Dear Blog,

We all know that children are the active and energetic members in a house; they always keep you busy with their notorious activities. That’s why it is said that ‘A child has a special way of adding joy to everyday!’ But when an active member of a house falls sick, then the whole environment turns dull and it felt like the whole house has fallen sick.

When I was in sixth standard, I felt sick severely. At first I caught cold, then that cold leaded to fever. At first everyone thought that it was viral fever and I will be okay after some days. But day by day I got serious and I had to get admitted in a hospital.

The doctor took several tests and concluded that my immune power is too low to fight back with the disease and due to malnutrition I was not getting well soon. He also announced that I was remarkably under weight.

At that time I sensed the atmosphere in my house; it was like everything was black and white. My parents as well as my relatives were tensed. It felt like the whole house was ill.

The next day the doctor advised me three things that I had to maintain for prevention purpose. The first thing he highlighted Food. He said, “Food plays a vital role in daily nutrition. One should eat a pretty amount of vegetables and fruits to get proper nutrition.  Food also increase the immune power to fight back with diseases. So do you like green vegetables?”

Before I could say anything my papa replied, “ No. She doesn’t eat anything but potatoes.” My face turned red. The doctor smiled and advised me to eat proper food.

The second thing he highlighted was Water. “One should drink two liter water per day. It’s a healthy habit.” The third thing he highlighted was cleaning. “ You should keep your house clean as much as possible so that you won’t feel sick mentally.”

Till now also I have remembered his words and now I’m following it. After three more days I got discharged from the hospital and took my medicines as well as the advises he had given me. I recovered completely and sensed the change in the atmosphere in my house. Happiness entered into my house. I was back to my normal self; jumping, dancing, disturbing my parents and cracking jokes. Then I realized something that I’m the heart of my house; if I’m to become dull then the whole house is changing its environment to a faded color and if I’m cheerful then the whole house is shining like a rainbow.

Till then,
See you


When I was a kid, I also didn’t like vegetables and in my home, I became the choosy one when it comes to food. My parents tried so many methods to make me eat the vegetables; my mama was trying to make different dishes in a hope that maybe I will get attracted towards it’s look. But I got older and realized the value of nutrition.

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MY DIARY (#6)

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Recently I watched a video by Gillette Venus and that inspired me to write this post.

Dear Blog,

I admire them, who convert their hobby into profession. They live with satisfaction and work for them would never be any kind of pressure.

I always wanted to be a writer, though I never realized it initially. During my school days I tried to scribble something on a paper; never aware of the content and the quality of my writing. I also loved to doodle something in my drawing book; thank GOD due to my obstinacy my parents let me learn it and I joined an art class. I was also crazy for dance and I was taking classical dancing tuition. I joined scouting and guide during my schooling. I became the leader of my guide troop; there I gained my confidence and discovered my leadership quality.

I also had made my small journey from ‘OR’ to ‘AND’. When I was in standard eleventh, I started to read novels. As days passed by reading novels became habit, that habit became my hobby and my hobby became an obsession.

During my engineering my friend Pratikshya introduced me to the blogger world. I never thought that I will fall for blogging.  

Each time I love to explore myself by trying new things. I never care for the achievements, but for my satisfaction because I interpreted success is self satisfaction. I decipher hobbies as passion but never thought of converting them into profession.

I’m happy and satisfy with my current state. When my heart will command me to lead in the direction of my hobbies, I will follow it blindly. I believe ‘One should never leave her passion, even though her profession is different.’ 

Now I can proudly say, “I’m a blogger AND dancer AND painter AND passionate reader AND reviewer AND writer."I have set my limit free. I’m no longer bound to a single tag. I always think tenth times before saying that ‘this thing is not my cup of tea.’ I will definitely earn some more tags in coming future, which will define me.

 

Till then,

 See you

I'm ME

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My small journey from 'OR' to 'AND'

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I was always crazy about dance during my school days. But my parents gave me the permission to learn only ‘Odissi’ dance. Frankly, I was okay with it, but I needed more. I always wanted to learn contemporary dance style. I wasn’t allowed to perform on stage except Odissi. So I was somehow desperate to perform a contemporary dance style.

Every year my school organized an inter school dance competition, a district level dance competition. I always wanted to participate in that competition, but due to my parent’s disapproval I couldn’t participate in that competition.

I was in 9th grade, when inter school dance competition season arrived again. But that time I went against my parents wish. My heart mounted over my mind so I decided to participate in that. I went to give my audition.

I didn’t ask my parent about the competition as I was too confident that they will deny it. I forged the signature of my papa in application. I performed and got selected for the next round. I was so happy and eagerly wanted to share that news with my parents.

 The days passed by and I received some dancing training on different dance styles due to the competition policy that the selected students will receive free training on various dance styles for twenty days. I heard a lot of appreciation for my dance from my mentor. I always wanted to be a classical dancer and a contemporary dancer, just like I wanted to be a good student and a good writer.

 The final competition night came. I told my parents that I was going to my best friend’s home and left for school. I wasn’t feeling well thinking about the lie I told to my parents. The anchor announced my name and I took my position in the center of the stage. The music started and I moved my body rhythmically with the music. My eyes moved among the crowd; they were shouting, clapping and cheering for me. That feeling engraved in my soul and I knew what I had to do next.

 

When my performance completed I packed my bag pack and marched towards my home. I knocked the door and my mama opened it. I found my papa reading newspaper sitting in leaving the room. He folded the newspaper and placed it beside him.

“What happened? Your study completed this early?” He asked. I explained everything and also seek their forgiveness for my sin that I had committed by not telling the truth before. I was even prepared for my punishment, but my papa advised me not to do such thing in future.

It took me some time to completely convince my parents that I wanted to be a classical dancer and a contemporary dancer. After that incident, I had taken part in several dance competitions and won some of them also. Somehow I made one of my dream come true and I’m glad that I have turned my ‘OR’ to ‘AND’

I, me and myself

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MY RELOCATION STORY

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Staying alone in a big city like Bangalore was not that easy.  Every time I met with strange aloofness in my home and I missed my parents so much. About three months ago I heard my dad’s transfer news. I was so happy to hear that news. I decided to look for a new house as I was living in a small house of only one room. I asked my friend to help me find a new house. And she booked a 3bhk flat under my name in between mine and dad’s office road. I thanked her for solving one of my greatest problems, because it’s not easy to find a flat in Bangalore within such less time.

I moved to the new flat about two months ago. I liked the new flat and the view across the window. I unpacked my luggage and started to decorate the house. But some of my furniture didn’t match with the color and interior of my flat, which made me sad. Some of my furniture was also too old and I didn’t want to place them in my new flat. I had my savings, but I still needed more to buy new furniture and I was afraid to apply for a personal loan.

The next morning I was sharing my problems with my friend, who helped me in booking the flat. She suggested me to sell some of my old furniture and buy some with according to my interior’s suitability. She also introduced me to Quikr. She also revealed that she booked the flat with the help of Quikr Bangalore. She explained me that Quikr is an amazing and secure platform for both seller and buyer; it’s a place where a seller can meet a buyer directly.

 I obeyed her advice and instantly started collecting information about Quikr. I felt amazing to know that if I upload some pictures of my old furniture from different angles and give some information about the product, then I can directly meet with the buyer.

 I held my phone; first downloaded its app and then started to click some snaps of my wardrobe, dining table, study table, refrigerator and more importantly my bed. I had not changed my bed for five years.

In a few days I started to receive phone calls from the buyers, who were interested in my uploaded pictures. At first I was amazed about the amount of phone calls I received. I did my best and sold my wardrobe, refrigerator and study table within a week.

After some days I fixed a deal on my dining table and the next day it also got sold to a buyer. I bought some new furniture from that money. I was relieved to avoid another personal loan.  My parents joined me one month before and they were impressed with my decorating sense. They asked me how did I manage so many things and my only answer was ‘it’s all thanks to Quikr Bangalore’.

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THE ETERNAL WAIT

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22nd April

It’s been 48 days since you left me alone in our home. If it was not for that dreadful accident happened 48 days ago, we will be celebrating my birthday together. That accident leaded you to coma. My world fell apart after hearing that news.

Every day I pray to GOD for your health improvement. When will God hear my words? 

Waiting for you...

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3rd June

It’s been 90 days already. I really miss you. Hope is the only thing that keeps me here with you. Now also I’m staring at your motionless body.  My mama is staying with me at home. You know our prince has won first prize in essay writing. He also misses you and keep asking about you.

When will you wake up, dear? Aren’t you tired lying in there for so many days?

Waiting for you...

*****

14th July

Happy anniversary, dear. It’s our eighth anniversary. I have worn that blue saree, which you had given me on our previous anniversary. You’ve always complemented me on blue saree, so now wake up quickly and say some good words or at least say something to me.

 It’s been 130 days since I last heard your voice. Now doctors are also losing hope, but I won’t. Now please wake up. You are taking too much time. When will I hear your voice again?

Still waiting for you...

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19th August

It’s a special day for me. Today you gain your consciousness after 165 days. I was on cloud nine already. I saw you looking at me and a smile formed on my face. The doctor told me that your nervous system is, too weak and your legs are paralyzed. I know it will get well soon.

But something worried me when will we go back to our home?

Now waiting for the answer...

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11th September

Today you discharged from hospital. You entered our home after 187 long days in a wheel chair. You know all these while I was counting the days when you will return home. I contemplated silence and agony was my friend during your absence. In your absence I wasn’t feeling any ease at home. Now you are here with me and what do I need more? 

It felt good to be back home.

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FOE BECAME A FRIEND

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We had always fought during our school days; whether that is for first bench or first position or class president. We never know why we hated each other so much. I remember he never left any opportunity to humiliate me in front of others.

He was so energetic and cool, everyone thought that except me of course. He had hundreds of fans in our school. At that time he was a singer also. He won several prizes; he even represented our school in state level and national level competition. Every year he owned the all-rounder prize. I didn’t know why I felt jealous to him that time. This jealousy inspired me to compete against him.

After completion of our 12th we changed our paths. I became a doctor and it’s been eight years I saw him last. But about seven months before when I was switching channels on my TV using the remote, I saw him in a reality show. He came to give his music audition. And I knew that he got selected for mega audition. After that I started to watch that reality show regularly. He crossed so many stages and made it to the finale.

On the finale eve, he dedicated his song to his entire friends specially me. I was too shocked to hear my name. He mentioned me as his special friend. He said I was his strength in every field. I never realized when and why a foe became a friend. It’s hard to admit, but he was really good in singing, though he didn’t win the title that night but he won my friendship and trust.

Now we are in contact and close friends. I want to admit something he was brilliant in school and most of the time I lost from him.  

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The tea seller

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“Excuse me, Two cups of tea please?” A man shouted from the corner seat of the train. “Ah... Yes” he poured two cups, handed it to the man and collected a twenty rupee note.  A satisfaction formed on his face.

He had been selling tea for fifteen years and from that he was sustaining his household expenses along with his daughter’s academy expenses.

Every morning he left his house at 4 am; moved from train to train to sell tea and returned to his home at 10 pm.

 “This is the life of a tea seller.” He thought to himself.  

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I'm what I choose to become

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Dear mama,

I have always followed your instructions. You have told me to behave properly in front of others. You have told me to dress properly; though I can wear jeans, but I’m not allowed to wear sleeveless tops and dresses. You have taught me to never talk with a guy outside of the house, though I’m allowed to invite him into my home and talk with him in front of all. I’m grateful that you have also supported me for reading novels and blogging. Remember mama, I was crazy about hip-hop (a dance form) during my school days. But you didn’t approve of that instead you advised me to focus on classical dance.

 I have never put on any make up though I want to put some kajal and mascara because you told me to avoid that. You also didn’t let me get a tattoo on my arm. You said that it won’t look good on me. I never force you to buy me something because you taught me not to do it.

 I have always listened to your 'dos' and 'don’ts'. My friends often tell me that I’m a good girl, every mother wants her daughter to be like me. You are my first teacher. I’m not complaining because some things I really like to do and I also feel proud that you have taught me great things.

But I have some unfulfilled desires, which I want to complete. Sometimes I feel like I’m pretending to be a good girl. I want to be myself because I’m what I choose to become. And I know you will co-operate me. Thanks for your lovely scolding and great teaching.

Your loving daughter

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GET...SET...BOLT

Photo of me in the BMC mall, Bhubaneswar

Tata motors previously presented Zest sedan, which performed in the market successfully with positive feedbacks. Now it’s Bolt, which has a trendy look, complementing the youthful and energetic image. The Bolt has a unique attitude along with a competitive spirit with a Tata motor tag.   

   

Tata motors had set up the Bolt Arena in different cities to directly interact with customers. The customers can know every feature about the new sporty car from Tata motors. I had visited yesterday the arena in BMC mall Bhubaneswar. The arena is staying in Bhubaneswar for 3rd and 4th January.

  

The amazing features of Bolt that made me fall for it-:

The hatchback is attractive for those, who are passionate about driving. It has three modes of driving, which is the first time ever in history. Sport mode; for those, who love to burst energy and power. Eco mode; for those, who love to maintain excellent fuel efficiency. City mode; for those, who want a perfect balance between power and fuel consumption, with different fuel pick-up points along the way. Moreover, Bolt is definitely going to be noticeable for its drive modes.

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The Bolt comes in both petrol and diesel form. The petrol engine is going to play a vital role for the Bolt. It has Revotron 1.2T turbocharged MPFi petrol engine, which can give you a powerful, winning and lively driving experience. It is also comfortable for long drive experience.  The Revotron 1.2T petrol engine offers a maximum power of 90 PS @ 5000 RPM and the Quadrajet 1.3L diesel engine offers a maximum power of 75 PS @ 4000 RPM.  

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The interior is amazing, with classy looks giving comfortable space. The Bolt has an all-black interior with a fresh new theme to keep the customers happy. Passengers will find it comfortable to be seated in the rear, due too enough space and firm seat. 

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Bolt provides a telemetry system that allows mirroring of the maps from the smart phone and then on the screen. Apart from the connectivity it has an access to an array of entertainment and advanced voice recognition system. The Touchscreen Information developed by Harman Electronics is also an important reason to enjoy the journey. 

The most important feature is Generation next safety. It has advanced safety features to stay in control at all the times.

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Apart from that Bolt has Bluetooth, video playback, navigation and music player to append fun in your journey. The Bolt still hasn’t revealed its price. I love these above features, so I want to buy it.

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I would say Bolt is an ideal buy for Indian family. It is also a best buy for young Indian due to its youthful spirit.

  

It's now on my wishlist 

   

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A NEW YEAR STORY...

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When everybody was celebrating the 1st January, she was weeping her heart out holding the jeans of her son, which he wore last time before leaving his house.

 On 31st December, her son started his journey for Mumbai. Though she was against it, but he convinced her by saying, it was an urgent call for him from headquarters. She got a call at 10 pm from hospital and rushed towards there only to find the lifeless body of her son. He was not dead, he was in coma.

Wiping her eyes, she said, “Happy new year, my dear son.”

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