Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Far from the madding crowd

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Well, I Never….”

I know I am using a classic title. It was something though wasn't it? It is a book not needing any introduction. And so is the thing I want to say. When I was a child I was always told what to do, how to do, where to go, where not to go, what is good, what is bad. Some one else wrote my book for so long that I almost forgot what it is like to be the "master of my life".

Don't think of me as someone who is bereaved by all this. I am a blessed child. Lucky in almost all spheres of life. I have most loving and caring parents, parents-in-law, and husband. I have all the luxuries a girl could ask for. I get to travel to exotic destinations, drink finest of wines, eat at the fanciest restaurants in the world and soon I am going to have a cute little bundle of love in my arms to call me mum. All that at a mere age of twenty seven. Yes its almost like being a common man's dream Riahana.

Can you imagine someone in my shoes having something to complain about. Unfortunately that is the sad and true version of this story. We as a human being never think its enough. Like never ever. 

Atleast I am not. I know it for long. I have always known it. Today, when I saw this in the daily post prompt "Well, I never....", it almost felt like a need to fill in the blank.

For me it was, "Well, I am never satisfied".

It does not mean that you stop doing what matters to you. Or stop achieving your goals.

Just don't be in a hurry dear because life as you know it is limited. 

In the end I want you to listen to this song and just don't say "well, I never listen to......"


Friday, 3 July 2015

Disdain in small things😏

As a child I was an inquisitive one with innate curiousity to know it all. I was always too philosophical for my age. I found myself different from my school mates. For my friends bunking classes, making fun of teachers, eating candies and such trivial things was the definition of fun and happiness. I used to look down at them with disdain.

Soon the years flew by and I was 23. I was done with college, had made new friends. The disdain stayed intact. The reasons although had changed. Now they were little less trivial like drinking, late night parties, having girlfriends/boyfriends etc. 

I was as happy in my disdain thinking I was meant for greater things like fame and wealth. Those were my ultimate goals to achieve happiness. 

I skipped on the small things in my life. 

It was only when I met my then "to be future husband", I realised all that was lost. 

I had missed on my opportunities to 'happily' pave my way in my quest to achieve the ultimate bliss. 

Now I am a happily married housewife who feels lucky to have all I've got. My major sources of happiness now are as follows:

Kissing Mr. Gupta ( my husband) good bye everyday before he leaves for the office.

Going out with my girlfriends for a cup of coffee sometimes.

Getting absolutely drunk when partying with friends and laughing to my wits end.

Keeping my home neat and tidy and comfortable enough for my family.

Sometimes just enjoying a cup of tea while reading some trashy novel.

Travelling the world with Mr. Gupta

Asking Mr. Gupta everyday when he gets back from the office," how was your day honey? And getting the same reply, "ok".

Then breaking into the minute details about my self presumptuous interesting day for an hour or so.

In the end  I realise all that disdain was nothing in front of the #happinessinsmallthings!!!

Do tell me what do you think. Comment and like :) 

Thursday, 2 July 2015

Scion of Ikshvaku-A book review

I loved the book for its perfect mix of drama, romance, suspense and a mythological touch. It is what you call a perfect Bollywood film. Trust an Indian Author to give a book such a filmy tinge to it!

The author- Amish has done it again. He has picked another most worshipped Hindu God and churned an absolutely revolting version of Ramayana. Guru Valmiki, the creator and writer of Ramayan would have died of shock had he been alive. Though please note that the acclaimed author of the concerned book never mentioned the word Ramayana throughout the book. 

Besides the name of the characters nothing else stays the same. The author's capabilities to churn a good story out of an old age epic is worth the appreciation.

It is the story of the eldest son of the king Dashrath- Ramchandra. King Dashrath has 3 wives, Kaushalya, Kakiye and Sumitra. Ram is Kaushalya's son. He has three half brothers - Bharat and, Shatrughan and Lakshman from his step mothers  Kakiye and Sumitra respectively. 

Ram was born at the same time when the Mighty king Dashrath lost a battle for the first time. The battle costed King Dashrath his reputation as a undefeated warrior along with lot of wealth to King Ravan of Lanka. The blow to Ram was bigger as he became the symbol of bad luck for the entire Sapt Sindhu ( kingdoms of King Dashrath) and the most despised son of all by the King.

At the age of six the princes were sent with Lord Vashishth. 
The plot unfolds good camaraderie existing among the brothers inspiteof ongoing politics played by Kakiye and few other influential court members for their own personal interests. Lanka had meanwhile risen to new heights under the intelligent and powerful rule of King Ravan, with stories of its streets being paved with gold whispered across the lands. 

Ram returned with his brothers at the age of 25. 

What happens next changed the course of his life forever. Will Ram be able to abide by his laws when destiny might make him waiver? Will he sit on the throne? Will his father ever forgive him for something which is not even his fault?

The author has made sure the book has enough twists and turns to keep you turning the pages. 

Positives of the book: 

The author has honed his writing skills a lot since his last 3 books ( the Shiva triology)

The plot is intriguing and thrilling. It is a definite page turner.

The book is judged by its cover. This one hits the mark with the right one.

Negatives of the book:

Some scenes in the book have not been described to the fullest. They lack the depth and lustre which one would want from such important scenes.

Besides the names of the characters and places hardly anything stays close to the actual story of Ram. Why to even copy that when the author is perfectly capable of creating impeccable and impressive stories himself? 

Some of the quotes that caught my eye: 

"How can the land belong to any of us? We belong to the land"

"The entire universe conspired to break you, and here you are still unbowed.what metal have you be forged in, my son?"......."I was forged from your metal, my father"

So would you read it or not? And if you have already read it what do you think of it? Let me know in the comments below. Hope you liked the review. Cheerio!

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

My love affair

Billy Borgens: Rusty, a writer is the sum of his experiences. Go get some.

-Stuck in love, 2011

I have been stuck in love for the past 5 months. It is a love affair like none other I have ever had.

This person I have fallen for does not even talk to me or send me an email or a text message. I feel so sick all the time.I sometimes wish it had never happened. 

We have never even had one decent conversation yet. It is like those love affairs you see in the movies.

This love affair of mine has made me do miraculous things. I don't go out at all. I just feel like never leaving my bed, eating what that person likes, and worst of all I feel happy doing it all.

I guess it is the same for everyone. Everyone has that one special person for whom they would do anything. What's with the fuss! 

I know. It is just that I am pregnant for the first time!!!

Friday, 30 January 2015

On the way to the Office

On the way to Office

I am on my way to the office and I suddenly thought what would it have been like if the entire world would have followed the same culture, same language, same caste, same creed, same taste, same values, same beliefs, same religion, same kind of fashion, same type of books, same taste in food, same likeliness to films, same idols, same everything. What would it have been like then?

Well I am sure mostly everyone must have mused over it! And the answer I think will be what if we would have all been 1.

Sounds good doesn’t it, one here doesn’t mean together, it means we would have been just 1. We would not have moved on stuck to 1self, nothing beyond, like duplicates of 1, but no number 2. There would have been peace but there would have been no one to appreciate it because they would have never seen anything else. There would have been world with infinite number of 1s and nothing else!

For that is the price the world would have paid for all the 1ness

Abandoned for someone

I had been living a meaningless life for long and seeing you changed it all. You kissed my cheeks with your ruby red lips, caressed my face with your soft finger tips and held me tight in your arms as if never to let go. I felt like the most beautiful flower from the spring, but alas! the winter had come. You left me at the stairs of an orphanage for someone.