MY DIARY (#5)

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Today I'm going to share my visit in Toshali craft fair.

Toshali National craft mela is a unique showcase of spirits of rural area. This is a great platform for artists, painters, craft-men and weavers. Every year it comes in December and setting in the temple city Odisha 'Bhubaneswar'. This thirteen days long fair brings the opportunity for visitors to buy the exclusive creation of craft-men, artists, painters and weavers.

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Heart Beat : Love diaries (#1)

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[A/N- I will be writing a series of short and love stories and it is the first story of that series. Hope you like it and share your thoughts in comment bellow.] 

Taking deep breaths, she pulled her mobile; surfed through the applications and opened the voice recorder. She needed to convert her emotions, happiness, sadness, darkness into sentences. It will be better this way, she thought to herself. She pressed the start button.

“We are sitting in the garden area now; you are completely lost in your music, unaware of me sitting in front of you. You must be wondering what I’m saying now? If you know, I don’t think you know about my feelings. We were classmates from kinder garden, but now we are from different worlds. You spend your days composing music while I spent my days reading machine and mechanics. Yes, I become an engineer.”

She attempted to smile, yet a lone tear slowly slithered down her cheek.

“I’ve noticed you for longer than I remember. I didn’t stalk you. I just happened to know you before your music career; we also were friends from our high school days. We weren't that close. I’ve always admired you for your bright and cheerful personality. But I never realized when my feelings changed; maybe it was after your first stage performance when girls roamed around you, jealousy had stung me.  I’ve attended your every concert in a hope to get near you. I’ve listened your every music a thousand times.”

She pressed her lips into a stern line and exhaled.

“Your music hurt me as much as when I thought of the girl, whom all those songs were written for. I don’t know who she is and what is she like? But I have to release my agony to get over you. So I decided to send you my confession through voice recorder.” 

Her heart squeezed around. It was telling her to spill out everything.

“I know you won’t take me seriously, but it’s my humble request, can you pretend not to hear anything? I will be always a number one fan and cherish your songs. You’re amazing and let your music guide you through your decisions. And... I love you.”

She pressed the end button, and sent the recording to him through Whatsapp. She felt so much relieved as she saw his phone beeped and he checked his phone. A moment passed and her heart started to beat wildly. 

He shifted from his position and marched towards her. “I’m sorry.” He said, with a fake smile which didn’t reach his eyes. He is sorry for my feeling, she thought to herself. “Actually, my speaker broke down yesterday. I saw you've sent an audio. Is it a song or did you say something in that?” She jerked at his sweet voice. “Huh?” was all she managed to say.

“Are you crying? Your eyes look puffy and red. What happened?” his dark brown eyes locked with hers. “No... Nothing...” She got up, grabbed her things from the bench and started to leave. Anger flashed in her eyes.

He caught her hand and pulled her back to him. “What are...” she was cut off in the mid sentence. “You don’t want to know who that girl is.” She jerked away from him and said, “Why would I care? It’s your life anyway.” She stopped; it means he heard my record.

He extended his hand and intertwined with hers. “That’s you!!! Stupid...” he pulled her into a bear hug and she hugged him back.

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Vacation with my family

A vivid memory remind me that back in my childhood days, my papa used to travel a lot for business trip. Once he took me and mama with him to Delhi. I was a ten year old that time, but that vacation was one of the most memorable experience of my life, my favorite also.

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 Before one week of the trip papa announced our trip plan and the very first thing came to my mind was ‘wow, I will be travelling along with family.’ I jumped with joy and I was on cloud nine.

I can still remember how excited I was before our the train take off, after one and half day of the journey I really wanted to take off. After we got off the airplane, we rented a taxi and drove to my uncle’s house. My uncle’s house was in Noida sector 25,  after reaching there we unpacked our bags and freshen ourselves. That night we all went out for dinner. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to uncle’s house, I went straight to bed.

For the next couple of days we visited different tourist spots like Agra, Taj Mahal, Lal Killa, Lotus temple and Mathura. Out of which Taj Mahal was my favorite place. A small memory was there with Taj Mahal; I went there with my chocolate, but one police aunt threw my chocolate in a bin while checking my mama’s purse. I cried so loud for my chocolate being thrown away. Papa and uncle tried to soothe me but you know kids are so determined... But after seeing Taj Mahal I forgot all about my chocolate.

I even got lost in lotus temple and thanks to a kind lady I was able to find my family. That day, for the first time I saw the worries in the face of my parents. My mama was even crying, so I also cried.

During our vacation one day we had our lunch at a Dhaba. Till now That was my first and last time in a Dhaba. I also went to a nearby park, where I played in the roller coaster and ate ice-creams. Like that my vacation came to an end, but before we left, we had visited shopping malls to shop some gifts for everyone. After we bought everything, we left for home.

You all must be wondering why that was my favorite trip up to now. The first thing is that was my first trip with my family. I can never think of a time in my life where I had a vacation that made me so happy. There wasn't any dull moment, I was a kid back so energy and enthusiasm never left me alone and most importantly, what made the trip even greater was the fact that I was able to spend time with my parents and uncle.

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FEAR: The worst enemy of our life

I have seen the videos of mountain dew several times on television. But what caught my eye was its tag line, “Darr ke age jeet hai” in English Victory over your fear. You can visit their Facebook page.  It always have inspired me and when I saw the topic of “Indi-happy hours!”, I decided to write about it. Here I’m sharing a story of a little girl.

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A seven year old cute little girl was over excited to perform on the stage; she had prepared so hard for the completion. That day she practiced her performance for the final time before wearing her costume. Her mom applied a little make up on her face.

The anchor announced her name and she got up to the stage. She took her position and the music started. She moved her body with according to the rhythm of the music. She saw many gazes were rested on her, and suddenly nervousness engulfed her. She started to shiver and eventually forgot her steps. Some people started to laugh at her feebleness. Her vision got blurry with tears. That night she cried her heart out. Her mom and dad tried to soothe her, but nothing worked out.

That day remained a nightmare for her, for the next couple of years. It was difficult for her to face people after that incident. She became an introvert person, started to hate attention and liked to be a wallflower at parties. She was shy and quiet, she was always the back benches of her school and no one talked to her unless they needed something from her.

 One day she decided to win over her fear. She never wanted that life, but that happened to her. She held her pen and paper, then made a list of ‘What to do’. She also explored the internet to find her answer. She tried several weird methods;  singing aloud in a park or open area, greet to each and every person she met, changed her hair style and a new makeover. But nothing worked out, she needed that inspiration to let out her fear.

Then she got that inspiration. She came to know that to disclose the fear, she has to face it. And the most important thing she thought that “her personality has nothing to do with her fear.” She kept her positive attitude towards life and now she is able to overcome it.

That little girl was me, who had a sever people-facing-phobia. If you would ask me "What is the definition of fear?" Then my answer would be “Fear is not real. It is a thought and our imagination causing us to fear things, that don’t even exist.”

If you would ask me “How did you overcome it?” Then my answer would be “ Believe me It was never easy but I had to take the initiative. I tried this, when I was nervous I started to laugh and sometimes I heard music. I had to stop over thinking about any situation. Over thinking can convert a minor fear to a major fear.”

If you would ask me “ What was your source of inspiration?” Then my answer would be “The first thing inspired me was a book name ‘you can win’ by Shiv Khera. The second source was my parents, who supported me and helped me in every possible way. The third source was my willingness.”

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Some of my favorite quotes on fear:-    

“Do one thing, that scares you.”

“Darr ke age Jeet hai.” (English translates- “Take the risk, because victory lies over fear.”)  


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MY TO-DUMP LIST

I’m writing this post for IndiBlogger IndiSpire (Edition 42). The topic is to list 10 things to dump in 2015.

I consider life as a book. I’m the protagonist (antagonist) of my book. Recently I’m in my 20th chapter, and in the New Year I will soon start my 21st chapter.  Up to now my life has been amazing with my family, friends, society, college, writing and blog. But I need to let some things go. It’s not like the New Year resolution.

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The New Year is considered as ‘a chance to start fresh again’. Below ten things are my list, things I want to change. If I work on ten percentages of these things, then I think I can move one step further.

1-            In this New Year the very first thing I want to dump is my ego and going to call all my friends from my contact list for wishing them.

2-            Second thing I want to dump my laziness. I have my semester, classes, projects, exams and seminars attain. But still sometimes I’m too lazy to even open my blog. So I need to be regular in my blog post. I will give more time towards my passion i.e. blogging.

3-            Third thing I want to dump is my pickiness. I always pick veggies from my food.  I’m quite choosy in case of food also. I will try to increase my veggie limit.

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4-            Ohh.. GOD what if I look bad in this cloth or I think she hates me or I think I will get a back in this subject... The fourth thing is my pessimism. I think I’m a little pessimist.

5-            Fifth thing is I want to dump my shyness. I’m a little shy while talking to someone. I’m also not an initiator of the conversation.

6-            Sixth thing is my over thinking capability. Sometimes I over think about a situation, which leads to emotional disturbance and that also, hamper my mental peace.

7-            Seventh thing I’m going to dump is my prediction.  You must be thinking what is this prediction thing? I always predict the result and sometimes my friends get irritated with this because sometimes it happens (my predictions are never good as I’m a pessimist).

8-            Eighth thing I’m going to dump is the older me; who is not emotionally stable, who can’t take her decision, who is not brave and who is afraid to take a stand.

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9-            Ninth thing I’m going to dump is some past memory. There is a saying that “You can’t restart the new chapter of your life, if you keep looking at the last chapter.”  I want to forget all the difficult, agonizing and hurtful moments of my past but I will take the good and mesmerizing moments for the future through my present. 

 

10-          Last but not the least I’m going to dump is my blog design and layout. I will try to redecorate my blog in the New Year as my blog will complete its first year.

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NOW YOU LOOK HANDSOME

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December, 1992

He was nervous and anxious; just like any guys before engagement night. He flew from Mumbai to Delhi today by taking five days leave from his office. The only problem was neither he nor she had met each other before. He had seen her in a photo wearing beautiful yellow saree. He had practiced so many times, how he will approach her tomorrow. He had to prepare well for tomorrow, to impress her.

[The next day]

He had stood in the center of the hall surrounded by his and her family members, waiting for her arrival. There she came gracefully with a smiling face. She started to greet everyone and eventually came in front of him. It was difficult for him to keep his eye out of her. “You look beautiful.” he complimented and their eye met for some seconds before she made her gaze down shyly. That day they exchanged rings and after the ring ceremony they took the blessings from elders.

The event ended that day.  Several months passed by and the day came, he was eagerly waiting for. After the marriage ceremony he came to his room where she was waiting for him. They sat next to each other; “Do you want to say something?” he broke the silence. “Hmm... What can I say?”She replied shyly. For the next couple of minutes they talked about themselves; their likes, dislikes, views and all that, never noticed when the minutes turned into hours.

“Can I ask you something?” She said with an innocent face. “Yes... Sure” He met his gaze with her. “You looked much better in the photo with a clean shave, but I haven’t seen you like that apart from that photo. But it’s your choice so I’m fine with it.” He suddenly disappeared from her vision leaving her in utter shock. When she was regretting for saying such things, he rushed towards her with a clean shave face. “Now I’m looking fine?”  He asked with a concerned look. She was too shocked to say something, and then a lovely smile came across her face. “Yes, dear... Now you look handsome.”

P.s. - After that day my dad always keeps a clean shave face. Oops... It’s a fiction with a little inspiration from my parents.....
  

 ‘This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette”

Requesting the following bloggers to also write on the #WillYouShave activity:
 Vinitha Dileep , Anita S, Pratikshya Mishra, and Tapasi Palo

In the post that you write, you will need to mention that you were referred by me.

Suggested topics for males:
Missed chances: Stories or instances where you missed out on an opportunity because of a non-shaven face.
Luck or Confidence?: Will you leave your fate in the hands of destiny or will you step up and say yes to a well-groomed face to be at your best everyday?

#WillYouShave

Suggested topics for females:
An instance when a stubble came in the way of a man’s chance to make a good impression.
An instance when a well groomed look ensured that they struck gold on an opportunity given to them.

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Prince Charming and Cinderella

The sun goes down,

the stars come out,

And all that counts

To here and now,

My universe will never be the same,

I'm glad you came.

I love fairy tales; I wish to be Cinderella one day.

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My diary (#4)

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In the month of January, I and my friends had participated in pot painting hosted by shristi club, one of the club from our college.  It took a lot of effort to paint all the pots. I was happy that our pots sold at 250/- each in our college tech fest.  I want to share some photos of it.

Pot made by me and my friend pratikshya

Made by my friends Saswati and Lipsa

Made by my friend Pratikshya (another one)

   If I were to be the judge, then the bellow two images are the best pots. These two pots were made by two candidates in each group.

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HEART STRING (Happy Ending)

                                                             //Happy Ending//

Note-: It is the fourth n last chapter of Heart String series. To read first chapter click Here. To read second chapter click Here. To read third chapter click Here.

I ran as fast as I could and where my feet took me; never aware of the surroundings and situation. After some time I found myself in a green room. I went to a corner and started sobbing silently. My mind was wondering so many questions. I had already made up my mind, but what now? Then something hit me; Ohh... No, I left that place. That place was surrounded by thousands of people, His fans. The concert was also live and maybe the whole nation was watching. I embarrassed him in front of the whole nation. I should have stayed quiet. A shiver ran down my spine and a thud sound came from the door. The door was flung open and there he was standing. His eyes explained about his desperateness and sadness. Then he came near me and we stood face to face.

“I’m sorry...” was all he managed to say. My eyes got wide with utter shock. Why was he saying sorry, It was me who embarrassed him. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was may be awkward for you. It’s just...” I trailed him in mid sentence. “Are you stupid? I was the one who should be sorry and I didn’t mean to run. I was so scared at that time. I wanted that for so long, I never know when the first time I fall for you. But I thought after your music lunch you forget me. I thought I was a piece of the past for you, who has no importance in your life. ” I was yelling at him for making me wait so long and treating me like a stranger. My tears were continuously falling making my eyes a little shade of red.

He held my hand and pushed me towards his strong chest and started to pat my head. He hugged me. “Believe me, I tried a lot to reach you. At that time I didn’t have the option of coming home. You changed your number, but I didn’t. I waited for your call all this while. I was dancing my head up like a crazy person when I found you.” He confessed. “Will you give me another chance?” He was looking into my eyes. I blushed “it’s like a dream comes true for me. Obviously yes...” before I continue he peeked in my forehead.

We headed toward the stage with intertwine our hands. The crowd again started to cheer up, but still some with confused looks. “Friends I want you all to meet my special person.” He stated with a broad smile.

He started the song again, where he left it. “You’ve fallen for me, fallen for me, you melted because of my sweet love... You’ve fallen for me, fallen for me, you’ve fallen for the look in my eyes... See my eyes, you’ve fallen for me... See my eyes, you’ve fallen for me....” perhaps the whole country was witnessing this live program. I looked at him as he circled around me. He smiled at me every second.

And I fall for him once more, all over again...

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Dear Diary,

It’s been eight months to that concert. And we have at least fifty dates, sixty fights, ten break ups and patch ups. Every girl wants to know the secret why he, a rock star, falls for me. Some of his fans have joined anti -fan team by protesting me as his girl friend. This made me laugh. But more over I’m so happy that my story got a happy ending.

See you again.

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P.S. - This story is inspired from a Korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters. It is the third chapter.

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HEART STRING (His Concert)

                                    // His Concert//

Note- This is the third chapter. To read first chapter click here. To read second chapter click here. 

Dear Diary,

The day has finally come. I can’t wait more to see him. I can’t express my excitement; there is nothing more to say...

See you soon  

        
I closed my diary and marched towards the door. Within one hour I reached in his concert, the place was huge as I was never been to one before. My eyes got wide to see the crowd. They were cheering for him, that scene cherished me the most. Then his name was announced and he appeared on the stage. In these few years he aged a little, he had grown longer and must be six feet now.

He smiled at the crowd, but his eyes searching something. The focus shifted from one end of the gallery to the other and the faces were magnified on the larger screen. He waved at the crowd gracefully. For a moment I thought his eyes met mine, but how could that be possible. Then he began his speech by saying his new album is for someone special; who took care of him, who melted his ice stone heart and who always supported him despite of any situation.

I had noticed that thankfully my side seats were empty for some reason. May be people were coming I thought to myself. I don’t like so many crowds and secondly, I also hate the attention.

Then he held the guitar closer to him and started singing “ Will you be staying with me forever... The two of us love each other... Live a happy life for a hundred and thousand years... To be honest with you, I like you more than you like me...”

He was putting his voice, heart as well as soul into the song. The lyrics and tune were complementing each other. I even could feel the pure feeling he had for ‘someone special’.  I was devoured by his song. By the time he finished his song; I stood with the crowd, started shouting, clapping with the people around me. After a few seconds a wide smile played on his face and at the same time the focus rested on me and he walked towards me. I was dumbstruck.  That was way beyond my understanding level.

His  p.o.v.

 At first I was nervous whether I’m going to see her or not. And then I saw her sitting alone in the first row of VIP seats as I planned. She was smiling at me at that instant I knew what I have to do; I waited for my first song to be completed which was sung for her. Then I made my way towards her and simultaneously started my song which I used to sing during our school days. Her favorite one “You have fallen for me”. She was also unaware that at that time I had written it for her. I was enjoying her stupefied look. My every step rhythmically matched with my song.

Everything about us started coincidentally
At first I didn't know that this was going to be loved, but to think that this was actually love
My heart keeps on going thump...
When you look at me, you keep on smiling without you even noticing,
And before you even realized, you started to fall for me

You’ve fallen for me, fallen for me, you melted because of my sweet love
You’ve fallen for me, fallen for me, you’ve fallen for the look in my eyes
See my eyes, you’ve fallen for me
See my eyes, you’ve fallen for me....

I came up each step and stopped in front of her. I was so happy to see her that I could have hugged her right away, but something held me from doing that. After those lines I paused for her response, but in return I got silence.

Hope she understood this, my indirect confession... But instead she ran away. Why? I didn’t get it. But I knew that I have to go after her. This time I will not lose her.

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P.S. - This story is inspired from a Korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters. It is the third chapter.

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HEART STRING (Memories)

                       // MEMORIES//

           Note- This is the second chapter. To read first chapter click here.

Dear Diary,

Memories can be sweet or sour. But I knew that those precious times with him always be the special memory for me. During those days he used to sing his roughly composed songs “you have fallen for me”, “My princess”, “coffee mug” and etc. Out of which “You have fallen for me” was my favorite one. I wanted to hear his voice but couldn't bear if he doesn't recognize mine. Now I also clearly remember on a spring evening I was filling my scrapbook with our pictures when he barged into my room without knocking.  I suddenly placed that scrap book under my pillow. I snapped at him with my teddy and we argued about knocking. Then I dragged him out of my room to the terrace and there he told me he has something important to tell me. At first I thought he was going to confess about his feeling. I thought he had the same feeling as mine, but instead of that he told me about his selection for a music album. I stunned for a moment; didn't understand whether I was feeling happy that his dream is going to be fulfilled or sad that he is going to leave me soon. But I suppressed all my emotions and congratulated him. Some emotions are unspoken; he should have seen that in my eyes....

What I’m expecting right now. I have wasted three hours to decide what to wear tomorrow. Because tomorrow is the day I’m going to see him in his concert and tomorrow is going to be a long day...

See you soon     
           
I closed my diary, then changed into my shorts and went to bed. I couldn't sleep that night and ended up hearing his song 'you took my heart away' from his first music album. I knew that between two hearts ones’ will be accepted where the others’ have to remained close.

Staring at the moon, so blue
Turning all my thoughts to you
I was without hopes or dreams
I tried to dull an inner scream
But you saw me through

Walking on a path of air
See your faces everywhere
As you melt this heart of stone
You take my hand to guide me home
And now I'm in love

You took my heart away
When my whole world was gray
You gave me everything
And a little bit more....



His  p.o.v.

I didn't know whether she is coming to my concert or not. It had been already four years I last saw her. I gave her my number but she never contacted me and instead she changed her number. Recently I found her through Facebook. I didn't believe she used a fake name but a grin came on my face when I had seen her comments on my every post. I wanted to see her and hear her voice so desperately that I organized a fake lucky draw and send her an invitation for my tomorrow’s concert. But I didn't get any confirmation yet. I can’t let her go and I will never let her go...no matter what.

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P.S. - This story is inspired from a Korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters. It is the second chapter.

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HEART STRING (Dear Diary)

                                           //Dear Diary//

It was a dark and stormy night and was heavily pouring down with thunder and lightning. Electricity supply was out all through the place. There she was, sitting near the window with her diary, where she put all her emotions, thoughts, feelings and her secrets. The secret she never shares with anyone only with her diary. Opening her diary, she started her writing.

Dear Diary,

I don’t know how to start, but today I watched a talk-show where he said that he already has someone special in his life. I don’t understand whether the tears are forming in my eyes were for grief or happiness. My eyes are swollen from the constant two hours of cry. I want to overcome it, May be he doesn't remember me now. I never know exactly when I fall for him; was it the time when he rescued me from the goons or we promised to never be apart from each other or when we ran together holding hands.  He promised me that he will come back for me, but he never once in those four long years. But still a hope was there until today...

See you soon


I again heard his songs. A vivid memory reminded me the first time we meet each other was when we were only eight years old. It’s like a very common story. It all started with a big fight, but ended with us being best friends. But now it took me a while to realize that our past was real. I thought he had forgotten me in these four long years. Sometimes I gathered all my courage to call him, but cut it just before it connects. Now I read about him on the internet, Facebook, fan page and talk-shows. I watched how people are admiring him; copying his style. I have to move on, maybe sacrifice is the word I can use in my case.

A message popped up on my laptop window, making me come back to reality. I never realized that when the light came back. Oh... I have forgotten to log out from my email account. I came near my laptop and opened that mail, it said that I received one of the few invitations to his concert. I didn't understand if I mean to get one or it’s just a coincidence. But I choose the second one. I will go and cheer him standing in the audience. Perhaps I won’t get a chance in future.

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P.s.- This story is inspired from a korean series of same name and a story of Pratikshya (Words unspoken). This story has four parts or chapters.

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GOD IS A GAMER

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Publisher : Penguin Books India


Price : Rs. 299/-


Genre : Thriller

There are so many thriller books that can leave an imprint in reader’s mind. Readers are mesmerised by that books and they started to follow the tune of the book. Ravi Subramanian’s “GOD IS A GAMER” is one of those kinds. To compel readers a unique hit idea is required, Here Ravi Subramanian has shed the idea of modern times i.e. bitcoins.

The book starts with a discussion between two corporate honchos; one is MasterCard and the other is Visa International. There are a lot of things going on in parallel picture; an explosion in Washington D.C. leads the FBI to a chase in Mumbai. In India things are also taking their own shape; a banker slips from the rooftop of a high-rise building and falls to her death.  Aditya Rao the head of a struggling gaming company tastes the success after Varun, a genius join him. And lastly the finance minister discovers that He has made some promises which will cost him in future.  Everything is co-related and the revelation will shock you as the truth will step by step gets unfold.  

God Is a Gamer is a world where money means nothing, martyrs are villains, predators are prey, assassination is taught by the ancient Greeks and nothing is as it seems.

The plot is tight and it can compel the reader to turn a couple of pages to know what will happen next. The number of characters, their motives and their struggles which prompt their actions may overwhelm you by the sheer volume of them, and may seem difficult to keep a track of at times. Every stroke is broad and each page covers a lot of action, juggling between nations like an enthusiastic performer at a circus. 

The cover and title of the book is nice and stylish; it has that efficient power to attract reader towards it. The cover is about a lone man standing along with a symbol of bitcoin. The chapters are small, complementing each other and it is not difficult to decipher the entire drama.

The large number of characters somehow makes the story clumsier. The story dulls a little in the middle portion but takes up at the end part. The end part is still not as proficient as compared to the initial part; a lot of actions going on in each chapter. You can guess the culprit with not much difficulty.

In this book bitcoins are referred as sugar coated bitter pill. As a thriller genre the book successfully sheds its charm and captures the heart of readers. The author’s effort also remarkable; he has penned the story marvelously.

Ravi Subramanian is a promising Indian author. A banker by profession, Subramanian has written popular thrillers about banking and bankers. Along with two awards winning titles “The incredible banker” and “The bankster”.

I will recommend it to all who loves thriller with a unique story plot and wants to taste the little essence of love, lies, and secret along with goose bumping thriller. It is not a quick read but neither lengthy also. I will give 4 out of 5 stars to this book.  

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