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Short Story: The Walk

Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
— Albert Camus

Akriti was bored out of her mind. She was sitting up propelled against the pillows on her bed, busy texting her friends. None of them were willing to leave the comfort of their homes and come out to meet her. It was six o’clock in the evening and Kolkata had come to its most humid best. Even after sundown, it felt like someone (God, perhaps) wanted to grill the helpless creatures alive. Akriti moodily thought about what the weather had been like two days ago: it was raining so heavily, and the cool, sweet breeze…. She sighed heavily. Why couldn’t that amazing weather continue for the rest of summer? “If I stay one more minute in this house, I’ll go crazy,” she muttered to herself as she messaged the only friend who was still texting her: Shweta. The only problem was this friend lived in another state altogether. I want to have phuckas. She typ…

Book Review: It's Never Too Late by Priyanka Baranwal

Details About the Book:

Publisher: Srishti Publishers & DistributorsCover: PaperbackNo. Of Pages: 192Date of Publication: 2013-12-26Language: EnglishISBN 13: 9789382665083ISBN 10: 9382665080Year Of Publication: 2013AuthorPrice: : Rs 150 (I got mine as a review copy) About the Book:In a nation where most women are taught to be submissive atevery stage in life, Maya stands out. In a society that finds fault in women for heinous crimes like rape, Maya stands up.Maya and Rajat fall in love while they study at IIT Kanpur;their daughter Sejal only makes the bond stronger even after years of marriage. Life is almost perfect when two petty criminals decide to make her fairytale life a tale of horror and fear with their intention of molesting her.Will she be able to fight her fate while Rajat is away and save herself and her five-year-old? Will she be able to undo all stereotypes and face the male-dominated society after that fateful night?Will Rajat stand up with her as s…

Book Review: I am Life by Shraddha Soni

Details of the Book:

Publisher: Ebury Press/ Random House IndiaCover: PaperbackNo. Of Pages: 192Date of Publication: 2013-12-15Language: EnglishISBN 13: 9788184003581ISBN 10: 8184003587Year Of Publication: 2013Author
: Rs 250 (I got mine as a review copy) About the Book:An edgy modern-day fable that takes you on a mystical journey with life.

‘You are from India—the land of three hundred and thirty million Gods, andyou say you don’t believe in even one of them? I think it’s time to go home, Sid.’

Andrea’s words have been echoing in my head since last night when she pouredanother round of scotch. I entered God in the Google search bar and of all theplaces, it directed me to India—a place where I had buried my childhood dreameleven years ago, and moved to New York. I waived God away when I got toNew York, and, to be honest, I didn’t need Him either. Until now...

Life’s always been a bitch but this time it’s gone too far. I want my money andmy company back, and I will find…

Musing: Twenty Four Candles

Suhasini and I had been friends since the time we both were in school - Dolna Day School that is. She changed schools when we were in class seven...more like changed cities. And even though my thirteen year old self believed we'd become each other's long lost memories in due course of time, our contact never broke...

That was mainly thanks to Suhasini. I must admit she was the one who made regular calls. I was more of the forgetful kind in my teenage years and even though I didn't realize it, I seemed to follow the "out of sight, out of mind policy."

She finally shifted back to Kolkata when we were in class eleven...and since then there has been no looking back.

We'd meet up often, discuss life and talk about "growing up" one day. When I got into Jadavpur University, I can safely say I ended up at her place on most evenings when I didn't like being in college or going back home... One of the reasons which made us meet up as often as we did was …

Book Review: Aisle Be Damned by Rishi Piparaiya

About the Book

A HILARIOUS TAKE ON JUST ABOUT EVERY-THING ASSOCIATED WITH AIR TRAVEL. This book provides invaluable perspectives on some of the most common situations encountered by fliers. Awesome icebreakers to start conversations with attractive co-passengersGetting seamlessly upgraded to Business ClassSure shot strategies for winning the affections of flight attendantsHow a water bottle dramatically improves flight safetyHow smart executives deal with the “Walk of Shame” to the economy sectionAction plans to counter the airline’s “technical snag” routineThe hows and whys of micro-managing the pilotsBreezing through immigration, customs and always making your flight connectionsAnd a whole lot more…Rest assured, your flying experience will never be the same again. A must read as you prepare for, or take your next flight!
Price: Rs 250  (I got mine as a review copy)
Pages: 214  About the Author:RISHI PIPARAIYA is an over-worked and overtravelled corporate executive based in the skies, 3…

Musing: A Piece of My Childhood

This is going to be my 180th blog post, and since it's the 180th one...I thought tonight, I could revisit my childhood for a bit. What started this wave of nostalgia was of because of Sudeshna calling me, "Poochie". I remembered suddenly who Poochie had been and what he'd meant to be all through my childhood and teenage life, stopping short only during the time I entered the Masters' level in University.

My Poochie was a stuffed teddy bear I'd got as a present from a distant relative when I was around 6 years old. I'd received a slew of teddy bears, all of whom, I had named Poochie before this darling arrived. All of them had been discarded, one for another...until this handsome dude you see in the picture above came into my life. Somehow, no matter how many stuffed toys came into my life, Poochie had captured my heart forever. 
I used to be a very scared child. And for some reason I thought the ghosts, the monsters, the devil and the demons could n…