Monthly Archives: November 2011

but let those broken dreams be mine

Over countless cups of coffee, insignificant though it may seem,
As I listened to you, your stories; I weaved a lot of dreams
When you took those stories away, I did not whine
But let those broken dreams be mine.

In summer nights, as we sat in the field having ice-cream,
Staring at the stars, together; I weaved a lot of dreams
I am okay with the stars having lost their shine
But let those broken dreams be mine.

Those crazy nights, when the glasses were filled to the brim,
Drunk in your arms, drowsy; I weaved a lot of dreams
I do not crave for your embrace, or the wine
But let those broken dreams be mine.

When you said you have something to say and it was grim
I shut myself, my ears; but I could not help my dreams
You said you have to go, I replied, ”It is fine”
But please, let those broken dreams be mine.

 

“This post is an entry at Blogjunta Dreams Contest to be judged by Jyoti Arora, author of Dream’s Sake”

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Book Review: i’m not twenty four… i’ve been nineteen for five years

Book: I’M NOT TWENTY FOUR…

Author: Sachin Garg

Publisher: Grapevine India Publishers Limited

Year of Release: 2011

I belong to the category of people who are still in doubt as to whether the recent spike in the number of Indian authors and their 100-rupee publications is a good thing or a not-so-good-thing for Indian literature in the quality of the content that it provides to its readers.  My reading of Sachin Garg’s ‘I’m Not Twenty Four… I’ve Been Ninteen For Five Years” did not do much to help make my mind on the earlier dilemma.

The book, in first person, narrates the story of a girl Saumya  Kapoor, who after her MBA is posted to a small town called Toranagallu in Karnataka, as a manager for a steel plant. The book revolves around how she is completely depressed with her posting, having been brought up in a well to do family in Delhi, how she adjusts to the change in her lifestyle as demanded by a small town, how she copes with the grotesque work that is assigned to her in the Safety Department of the steel plant and as all stories of these kind do, how she finally finds the love of her life. Add a little bit of references to shoes and fashion, a small dose of male bashing, ill-researched mentions of life in a small town, a couple of friends – one is a geek and the other a smart greek-god, a hippie who has travelled the entire world and is a benefactor of the poor in disguise, lot of testosterone filled roving male eyes and one night of passionate sex – and there you have it.

The book does have its pros – it starts off well, the characters are few and well organized, there is very little digression from the original plot and is written in racy English. It is also a very easy read (I completed the entire book in less than five hours). However, it definitely missed out on the content, the research that should have gone into it and quality storytelling. But what mars it most, and that is what I fear about most Indian novels these days, is the fact that there is nothing new or refreshing that it offers.

My Best Part of the book: The cover page. The red stilettos made for a very interesting cover.

My Most Annoying part of the book: The chapter titles. They seem to be there because they had to.

Final Rating: 2/5

Thank you Sachin Garg for the autographed book and BlogAdda for a chance to feature in top 50 blogs that get to review this book. This review is a part of the Book Reviews Program at BlogAdda.com. Participate now to get free books!

entangled kites

One look at each other and they knew the match was on. They held onto their spools as their kites entangled with each other. There would be but only one winner.

Rajiv moved to his left and tugged at his thread. The thread gave away and his kite slowly drifted into the vastness of the sky.

“You could have won, had you moved to your right instead.” An onlooker observed.

“I know but a win would not be as sweeter.”

A squeal of laughter was followed by “I did it! I won!”

Rajiv smiled and said “You sure did, son!”

As my dad would have put it, “Nothing feels better than when you lose to your own son.”

the toy story

“Ma, can I have this doll?”

She took the packet from Priya, quickly checked the price and said reluctantly, “No. It does not look pretty enough.”

Deep inside her, she hated herself for having to lie. She hated the shopkeeper for attractively displaying the toys. She hated the toy-manufacturer for making so expensive toys. She hated her job for not paying her enough.

“But I like it”

“You already have too many toys.”

“Please, Ma.”

She dragged Priya away from the toy-section. Priya did not make a fuss. ‘Probably she has grown up enough to understand my lies’, she thought!

Toys form an inseparable part of our childhood, don’t they? Spare a thought for those who are living their childhood without them.


Activity: Toybank, a non-profit organization has been set up with the aim of providing toys to children who come from a weak socio-economic background.

Details: Goals:
  To ensure that children from under privileged backgrounds receive toys through collection and distributions.
  To bridge the gap between children from different backgrounds by creative play/group events/community events.
  To make play space available for children through-- Toy libraries in available infrastructures; reclaim open public spaces for children.
  To design and thus provide toys that will be context specific, by having toys made in local languages as well.

Support: Children, Right to Play, Right to Leisure, non-formal education, toys.

Note: We are looking for volunteer coordinators in Pune and Bangalore. We are looking for NGOs working on education of children in Delhi/NCR.
 

This post is a part of BlogAdda’s Bloggers Social Responsibility (BSR) initiative. I am exercising my BSR. You can too with three simple steps. Visit http://www.blogadda.com/bsr/ and support the NGO’s.