Kitabi Baatein – Review01 : English August by Upamanyu Chatterjee

Just when things were seeming banal & my zaniness with this once-in-ablue moon updated blog of mine was peaking, I rekindled an old passion, thanks to “Lockdown” or China for that matter, the Bibliolater in me, got surrounded by books all over again. So, starting this corner to help my readers & souls from the Bibliophage tribe pick up the always healthy habit of readingdetox for the lockdown souls!

Reviewing this 1988 book , which also had been adapted into a film of the same name ; that,  surprisingly enough you can’t watch in any medium as no copies exist!! So, live the tale through the book itself.

We are introduced into the character, Agastya Sen (a name which oddly enough is being ridiculed at every other occasion in the book later) aka Ogu, or August, the prime mover of the story, South Delhi, 24 YO who has studied abroad, however, quite efficaciously finds himself posted as an IAS in the sleepy & nondescript town Madna nestled in the hinterlands of Western India.

Starting from the point of Agastya’s arrival in Madna, the ensuing struggle to accommodate into the mindset of the good-for-nothing, quaint place, described to make it seem even more belching to the reader. This takes up quite a few pages of the book, surprisingly enough, I was transported back to the initial few days of my hostel life, the perceptibly graphical descriptions of the rest house, or the cook’s rancid food.

As we move on, new characters are made known in Agastya’s dolorous life including his boss, elements from the bureaucratic machinery, the joker of Madna- Sathe, his known yet unacquainted friend from college Bhatia, Mohan the list goes on. Through each of the character and their run-ins with Agatsya, the writer paints a scopic canvas that is best left to read ( This is a no-spoiler review!). Slowly, as Agatsya tries to calm his fretful soul & trains to adjust to what Madna has to offer, his secret escapades with Marijauna (which flows freely around!) , philosophical travails in parlance Marcus Aurelius, his friend Dhruba, and love (or not!) Neera, the Bhagvad Gita keep on appearing every now & then well knitted into the fabric of the plot. There is a dollop of honesty which is seen through the protagonist’s fantasies with women around, his daily rituals of self pleasure , the joints, et al. There is a rueful air around the boondoggling that Agatysa goes through every other day.

Finally, comes a stage when Agatsya decides to leave the madness of Madna behind and goes  for a vacation to Delhi to join Toniq’s publishing firm, a vacation where everyone makes him repulse his decision of giving up a job as coveted & secure as the IAS ; only to return back and indescribably being drawn back into the humdrums, this time being posted as the BDO at another village and trying his bit to do some action! (If at all) .

Keeping the ending reserved for the readers! However, trust me on my words and don’t be rhadamanthine on your mental prognostication of Agatsya’s step, as there might be slender deviations.

The book draws a wonderful vignette of India in the eyes of Generation X, the chaos, a sarcastic take on the functioning of government machineries from the grassroots, with the freshness of view of a recently posted IAS , the ache for obvious social circle, of coming in terms to abrupt changes in lifestyle among many others. Even though the story progresses at a modicrum pace, the author makes up for it by introducing a host of animated characters betwixt , with an absolute link to Agatya’s contrite existence .This review may not be able to capture the vastness of the canvas that Upamanyu has drawn even with an iota of  entirety.

The movie adaption of English August (check reference links below), starring Rahul Bose as Agatsya went on to win multiple awards internationally including the coveted National Award for Best Feature Film (1995). Sadly, prints are destroyed, and a restoration is in progress. I am sure by now, even you might be fervently waiting for the movie to release for online streaming, till then, grab the book!

(P.S : Je Promets , I will be updating my blog with content more often!)

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Indian News : The Omnifarious buffet of delicacies!

To err is human. To blame someone else is politics.
– Hubert H Humphrey

 If you are Yes’nt with the above, trust me, you stand a greater chance to secure the hot-seat in some high-octane TV Debate, blame-storming is a niche skill nowadays! May be you get to say 2-3 words, all with the mercy of his highness, the anchor, in a healthy debate in an environment full of amity! If not, read on…

Are you bored with a 9 to 5 Job? Did you win G.K Quizzes in school? Are you pissed off at (you aren’t sure yourself) at the rocketing prices? Is your love life wincing (the platonic one)? Are you still in discomposure & trying to figure out if (at all), the previous questions are even mingy to you? If the answer to any or all (Boolean logic indeed) is Yes , then you must grab a pop-corn, hit youtube, or switch on the idiot box & doss –  start watching soap-operas! Sorry, typo indeed, watch national news.

Now, let’s get to some atavism, remember how K-soaps used to rule the prime-time much to our despair & mom’s delight ; we have its dead ringer in entertainment today –  prime-time news, offered in a buffet like spread, as long as your DTH is recharged, & remote is in your hand, there are lots of them ; scrutator anchors claiming to be the voice of the nation, the Shahenshah of all debate moderators in the world, scientists (sorry!) news anchors presenting well-researched articles of how currency notes are embedded with nano technology based GPS chips with equally borntiduos background music (Hail God!) , a lovely shoulder dancing lady , even claiming antediluvian evidences of a particular community having deep roots in Indian culture & the other only bedding terror spreading outfits en masse, huh! that is so secular of them, so constitutional . All this & much more with a palpebral pace! Excited to have this platter? Aren’t you? Indian Politics is no more the boring politics where the talks were on development, youth empowerment, education, DO we really need all this? Won’t we be more interested to know the cost of the bandgala worn by a great saint-cum-leader, or laugh at equally amazing jokes that a half-baked dynast cracks, and ends up getting trolled by the troll-junta! (they are an indispensable part of our population!).

Readers, I am having a sumptuous dinner every other day, as I have my DTH never missing its recharge much like Sheela aunty’s visit to the beauty parlor, it’s the regimen for a healthy lifestyle after all. A politico a day, keeps the logic away! Ah, logic? What’s that anyways?

My sacrifice for this post, I had to miss a report on Taimur’s fart! Put a G on it guys!


whoop-de-doo at Numaish Mela – Hyderabad

Just to make sure that I won’t be abstaining from blogging, forget the volley of reasons whatever may be, Arigato gozaimas for dropping by in my insaturation at blogging, perhaps!

Now, its been a good 2 years since I last blogged, but coming back with a post about one of the greatest Melas or fairs at Hyderabad – The Numaish or the All India Industrial Exhibition, currently in its 78th edition ; which very well  is yet another festivity happening in ‘apna’ Hyderabad, reminiscent of the opulence & public empathy that the Nizam era had. The history behind the fair is even more grandiose, way back in 1938, started by a group of students from the prestigious Osmania University to showcase local products, this industrial exhibition has taken giant strides , from about 100 stalls to more than 2500 stalls in the current edition.

Call it my silver-tongued touch coupled with my hermeneutic nature , all thanks to google alongside, I could manage to tug along my group of friends to pay a visit. The marrow of the magnanimity of this exhibition can be testified by our struggle to find a parking as well the traffic near the venue at Exhibition Grounds, Nampally (near Hyderabad Station), and the beeline  for an entry thereafter. However, contrary to the scenes outside, everything from the ticketing (an entry fee of 30rs)to the crowd management, security etc were pretty impressively organised. Well, that certainly forms the presentiment, given the fact that its 78 yrs old, and thus was it satiated. We were greeted with featly laid out stalls exhibiting almost every imaginable product from handicrafts,electronics, clothes, wares what not! Call it the perils or compulsions of being abominable bachelors, we ventured to begin our evening with something that the heart & mind craved in unparalleled unison – FOOD! The chaat stall just cajoled us to empty our pockets with servings of chole-bhature, bhelpuri, papri chaat among others. Tummies inflated, we set out to explore more, all thanks to the sole lady in our gang, our maladroitness at negotiations was well tackled, and some of us had some purchases meanwhile. But, my paralipsis over get-back-to-childhood was sinfully echoed by many in our gang,and we set our eyes on the rides, yes there were many of them, that’s what a Mela signifies after all. We were soon to have a quodlibet of sorts with the guys at the ticket counter having been duped for the merry go round, instead of the Ferris Wheel , so was our tragedy that had befallen that this was discovered post a waiting in queue for about an hour. Perturbed, yet high in spirits, we resorted to some Brand Dropping photo shoots, thanks to my newly acquired Iphone8plus ( I didnt quite sell my kidney for it!). Given our undulated cravings for food, and aided by the girtherness of our gang, we started laying our hands on almost everything that we set our eyes upon, be it Kebabs, sugar candies, haleem (There was a Pista House stall too!), & even water bottles! (the spices be put to blame!). All done,it was time to follow the same bee-line for exit, and there we were bidding bye to an evening  joie de vivre, all thanks to one of the hidden gems of Hyderabad – Numaish Masnuaat-e-Mulki .

Folks, do pay a visit and experience the extravaganza in first person. However, not to forget a few flip sides, personal observations may kindly be given due cognizance , the pricing was a bit on the higher side, which otherwise isn’t the case with fairs, particularly in terms of food, despite the fact that it was ticketed! Nevertheless, the fun & frolic is unmatched. For more information on Numaish,which is held from January 1st to February 15 every year (tentative), you can “Jagoogala” [JUST GOOGLE IT!]

Summing up, let the pics talk the rest…

When the pic lures you enough!

Khilone se yaad aya – Dil toh bacha hai ji…


Among the rides!

Being Poser!


Chaat Anyone?

The aeonian love story

Disclaimer : Don’t pass it on for yet another  valentine’s day special post, rather a true story to salute the eternal love between the protagonists.

Long ago, a public servant, rather too strict on principles gives his daughters’ hand to an engineer with a PSU. This is the provenance of the tale!

(Those days, engineers,doctors, and government sector employees were considered the best-of-the-rest as prepatent grooms! Hope, I had been an engineer born during that GOLDEN AGE! 😛 ) .

The girl, she had to cease her higher studies as per her dad’s wish,lucky enough to have completed her graduation (This was the time when Amrish Puri of DDLJ was yet to appear!)

The boy, an identity of simplicity with unparalleled probity & character, responsibility & intellect desired for a life-partner who would fit in the jig-saw of his life(God did listen to him, Read on)

However,she was insouciant  & of-course given away her heart,hoping that the next days of her life would indoctrinate  an amative vicissitude. (So was it, read on) .

Post marriage, they moved to where the Hero worked, which was the picturesque hilly township suffused in the lap of nature(It isn’t  Kashmir!, a rather nondescript town called Sunabeda, located in Odisha! ).

The man of her dreams, not only encouraged her to pursue a career, rather made sure all things desiderate to her, lie on deck . So much so, that after their first child was born, who was naughty ethereal, he used to drive them on the faithful Bajaj Priya, around 30kms downhill to the district’s commercial HQ so that she could sit for Banking & other exams.

As with most households of those time, the heroine decided to relinquish her career and be the biggest support that her hero needs and gradually the trips to exam centers were recouped  by ones to nearby tourist places, the lone movie hall of the township etc.

(The Bajaj Priya had the English Meaning of the Heroines name engraved on the nameplate, only to be painted upon later when the kids started growing up! 😛 )

Now, there was only one aim for both of them, to give their kids the best of upbringing,education and make sure that their future is shaped perfectly. Then, came the second child, and this two brothers, right from the start made sure that their parents convictions are put to tough test (Literally!).

Be it attending the complaints from teachers,making the Science Projects, preparing elocution speeches, be it spending sleepless nights to make the naughty kids sleep to sweet lullabies,or working hard in the kitchen to prepare dishes they loved, be it spending the little time after office teaching them ride cycles, or missing cricket matches or soap operas to teach them for the tests tomorrow, they reified their sagacious decision.

So,was there love in between? Is it a love story then?

LOVE, is something which lies more in actions and emotions rather than the nugatory practices of today, which is more meant towards fulfilling one naive desires!

Give it a thinking heart! ,

Veritably, the driving factor behind the great love story –  The way they supported each other right through the start till date , which indubitably till eternity is what LOVE is and what it should be.

Few years back, the couple met with a serious road accident,which made them hospitalized for few days, only to cast its shadow once again in the form of around a year-long hospitalization and a very complex surgery of the Hero, which doctors claimed had a very minute success rate, this whole year, the Heroine was all along the husbands side attending him because the elder son was into Final year of Engineering and the younger one had his 10th Board exams, she cried alone, but never let him see her tears, he wriggled in deep pain, but tried to hide it, though he wasn’t very successful. At the end, he recovered, and it was their love which won, for it stood firm and never bent even with time and fate!

25years and counting, the saga of true & pure love!

This was the love story of my parents, and the other two characters – the notorious ones were ME & my brother (Obvious,isn’t?)

I fall short of words to bring out words to describe  the pellucid love I have ever seen, and I tried my best to do justice,but still “Dil Ki Baatien, Dil Hi Jaanein!”


Some moments in pictures :

Indibloggers BergerXP Kolkata Meetup – entelechy to blog again!

If you find this post much like a newspaper report! (No issues! :-D)

Just when I was doubtful over my hiatus from blogging turning permanent, the Indibloggers Berger Express Kolkata Meetup just provided the much needed boost to hit the keys again.

The evening was  auroral  for many bloggers (me included) as it opened up a peerless networking avenue for the community in Kolkata.  It was a melloflous evening of many hues, starting with the registration to the management, everything was just Thumps Up. I was twitterfated sans inhibitions as this was my 2nd Indibloggers meet after Bangalore meetup in 2k13.

Every single moment of the event was one to live for, to begin with the 30 secs of fame, wherein some of the blogging stories were undubitably inspiring. The protean mix of bloggers from all walks of life with their own bags of wonderful tales –  A mother inspired by her son into blogging, 16 yr old guy using blogging as a tool to crack wide open his voice et al.  As with the phrase, A picture speaks a thousand words, the Pics from the twitter contest stood testimony to it. It really urged me to festinate here so that I can catch up the space I had missed up all the while.

The video on Berger Express Painting, which seemed unsually lengthy at the begining however stood reminiscence of the horrendous round of activities that followed back home whenever my home needed a fresh coat of paint. Berger Express is a truly efficacious tool which makes your painting – Faster,Cleaner & Better!!  much in reality as the tagline promises.

High Tea followed the presentations with many known faces & some new friends as well as a few bloggers from past meet-ups. The bonding was so warm, & it was aided by the delicious mouth watering kebabs being served. I am just repeating my tweet here : The kebabs were really delicious!! Really 😛

The team activities were commoving to the core , all the bloggers formed teams of 6 amongst themselves,we named our team as FLASH (Logic lies with the fellow bloggers in the team :-P). The first activity was sanding a board using sand-papers & we were donning safety gears which made us look like doctors in the Operation room getting ready to rip the bellies apart 😛 This was followed by the painting event where the task was to paint a theme or an issue using the colors  provided. My pathetic artisitic skills coupled with a few others from my team didn’t fetch us any prize, but the fun nevertheless was priceless. The 16yr old guy explained his painting in a really theatrical manner with hindi slogans & extemporized overtones!! (Smart Guy!). By this time, we had drained all our energies, and the belly needed a refill.

Finally, it was Pet-Puja time (not pet animals folks!!). I made sure that my plate was filled with every other deliciacy my eyes wandered to and my taste-buds just got me driving for refills. The desert was sans pareil and the malpuas were to die for!!

Thus ended the day on a happy note with many new friends made, learning ascribed in mind, the next big thing in painting experienced in close quarters, a belly filled to the brim (:-P), and a lot of other emotions along with a goody bag from BergerXP.

Thanks Indiblogger & Berger Express for the wonderful evening!!

The quiddity of the meet-up for me was the fact that much like BergerXP , our blogs should essentially be more Faster (As in shedding out the laziness!), Cleaner (To the point & laconic!) & Better (Always keeping up the experience of readers to the optimum whilst not compromising on the content!

United by passion of blogging!


Not a gud speech, but thanks for the awesome pic 😛 


The warm-up activity was warm indeed!



Ready to operate! 


Live in action!


@Deveccentric : Thats my tweet on the big screen!


Team Flash with their smiles! Brace your imperfections!

Pic Credits : IndiBloggers team


Goa – âme perdue

Here I am blogging after a long time! Gramercy to Kolkata Bloggers who imbibed the passion again, and this time, I promise my readers mucho..

Statutory Warning : Unlike my previous posts, this post may seem mundane to some who expect a routine travellouge outta this post. Many a words or characters (read heroes!) may seem out-of-mind to some,but this post is a special dedication to my wonderful friends who were partners-in-crime in the Goa trip.

May was when, WhatsApp with all due credits gave me an extra-top-up, planning for a Goa Trip with school pals, Jumpy & prepared myself  totes – Financially,Professionally et al. Finally the day arrived, 12th of June it was – 12:30pm & I was still on the nigh side packing my stuffs (to be honest, the lazy me was busy scouting for a fresh pair of clothes!), all done reached hyderabad airport solid 1hr ahead of time (Thanx to the never-ending warnings of my love!) and hooked on to WhatsApp again – Buggers kept flooding the group with selfies as some of em’ had already reached the resort. Finally, at around 4pm the  airhostess (whom i didnt oggle much as i was woolgathered &  jealous of idiots already at Goa!) declared that we are about to land, Low visibility comeuppance to the cloudy skies tried its best to stifle the beauty of Goa, nevertheless hitched a cab buzzed to  our resort in Candolim . Was greeted by the spooky souls  Ranjit(who in later part of my story goes missing! 😛 ) ,Lattu & Bonney with an unending sense of belongingness & fellowship for lot was up to now! 😀 

7  crazy kids-4 activas made their way for a cruise armed with a wired up enthu &  insatiable hunger for fun. Another mondo  soul who missed his plane by a couple of minutes was yet to reach. Not to forget our captain Jack Sparrow bonney  who with his sans pariel navigation skills made us prowl  a couple of extra miles t beyond recall to reach the jetty. Once aboard the ferry to take us to the other end of river mandovi which was the boarding point for the cruise, our ladies (heroines in the making to be precise!) started the selfie delirium to make sure that not a single frame misses them out!  Ensuing  an hour long drama (due credits to Madame Manisha & Sameekshya who made their dads expert photographers by making them click & send their ID proofs again & again!) ,we barged into Deltin Royale cruise, along with Welcome-Late Somu.

Unlimited food & beverages, coupled with we-dont-know-why dance performances by some Videshi Kanyas , unfettered rounds of chortle  later, we were at the Casino Floor, cutting the capers till 3am fully exhausted yet determined to keep the fun rolling at the beaches next day. Way back  (we had  a KNPH kinda scene!) I was about to pop out Somu into the zuari river  who was perched on the back of my Activa hurling abuses with propitious returns from me. An hour later & fully drenched, we called it a day.

Next day, with the addition of one more freak, Binayak, we set out to sift North Goa,  We  begin our sojourn jumping into the roaring Arabian sea at Calangute Beach. with a stubby ear  to the warnings of the life-guards, our team was in dike  spirits fighting valiantly with the seas doloring   loss of 2 sleepers (which  floated to karachi!). Post a retreading saline therapy, we keyed into our activas for the next destination.

Baga Beach was bounteous of a lens’love , wherein we put our cameras to endless clicking (& ofcourse poses!) . Mata Rani Leeza graced us with her avtars, making sure tour planner lattu had captured to the last straw. Much to the umbrage of shopaholic i-will-die-without-shopping Manisha, we set out to the nest destination – Anjuna. 

Stranded & Rescued by Binayak (My activa broke down!) &  a repair later, we put off for lunch before moving again.

Anjuna Beach – Arguably one of the striking  beaches with an encompassed  concotion of tranquil locale set against the backdrop of the roaring sea dashing the rocky shore, out-of-luck did away with tag , thanks to our curbed chants of CHILILEEE…

TourPlanner Lattu’s I-Can-Die  love & pining  for the sunset at Dona Paula beach had to make us zip our activas in full-speed only to be left tarrying  & cursing as big-brother Somu was caught by Goa Traffic police on criminal offences (HelmetLessReckLessLicenceLess..), which gave Binayak time for a video-tour cum evening walk on the river Mandovi with Mata Rani Leeza. Meanwhile Bonney & Lady Sameekshya were zipping way ahead of us (however reaching way leter than us all) to Dona Paula. 

Finally, we were at  Dona Paula hilltop though missing up the sunset due to clouds had left us no qualms as we supplemented it  with truly romantic posses with Big Brother Somu & my fables of the ghosty love to make Manisha sacrilaging . 😛  A sumptous dinner of local delicacies  like Gaoan Prawn Xacuci , Pamplet Pompretti & the usual butter chicken, we dozed to sleep unfazed by the heavy downpour outside. 

Next day, packing off we set out for south goa, but we had to curtail our journey for the rains  & instead we took a detour to Cabo-De-Rama fort, wherein Lattu had a paltry accident on the way. After a lot of PDA & Photo-Ops later, we started up to the last leg of the destination – Miramar Beach. 

Miramar Beach insinuated  a painting on canvas, placid & arresting , Miramar nestled amidst palm groves  vamps you to loose yourself . Slacking , we had to wrap up our trip . Baring myself, Somu & Bony, others left on the same night & we caught the flight back the following day bidding adeiu to the reality which now became a distant dream. 

1 month later when I sit to blog again after a hiatus, I dedicate this post to my friends who made this trip memorable & a one to long for.

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All pics are taken by me & Satya Soumendra ! Thanx for visiting!

Winters – Bag of memories!

Dear Readers, if you are looking up for some bit of humor, come again another time, your blogger had no  control over the sea of nostalgia with the x-mas nearing up, so here it goes…

Mu uthibini, ete jaldi nuhen…(I wont’ wake up, not so soon!)

My day starts with da above parley with my dad. Had it been some other day, da scene would have been da reverse & i would have been plucked out of my bed without considerable effort by my dad, but come x-mas vacations, i get some ivy-privileges! Lucky me!

With the newspaper in hand,delicate rays of sun peeping like a voyeur  through the windows  & a sumptuous breakfirst of pooris,parathas & other mouth-watering spreads, winter seems like divine benedictions starting with  the day’s kickoff….da entire day is like a mesmirising lullaby under the masquerade of fog till late afternoon, da congenial  evening tea with plate-loads of pakoras & not to forget maggi noodles! Dinners were a top-it-all with the obliteratious Chicken curry, Biriyanis & the like!  

Away from the stodgy lectures, semester exams,dismal  hostel food, X-mas holidays were the most sought-after by me! Life swayed at a snails-pace..the only palpable activity of sorts was so-so the most ambrosial – reading up a dozen fictions,devouring mouth-watering delicacies cooked by the world’s finest chef-my mama, brawling up with my brother for the lan cable(a single internet connection both for my lappy & the pc!),neverending talks  & texts with miss special(who hankered for  the winters at my place),watching the desultory snows canvassing the town  in a shade of white, the animated evening gossips with my friends at the school ground, the bike-rides in the hills vrooming with nonpareil excitement – winters gave me truck-loads of excitement…

This winter, my  first ever away from home, life has taken me for a toss – Parathas & Pooris are there – but the aroma of my home & the tastes of motherly love is amiss! I am still tugged in my blanket while typing this post-but the familiar warmth is lacking,internet connection is worthless without my brother to fight over, school-friends in bangalore still pay me a visit- but the amicable environs of the serene school fields is nowhere to be found!…Probably the most monotonous winter ever! With only memories abound, i am gearing up for the solitary countenance, away from my parents,brother, miss special & the  heaven – home!

Readers – Pictures evoke a thousand memories , so here are some special pics of the wonderful winters at my town! 


The entry-point to our township!


HAL Fields – The foggy afternoons! 

ImageSnow-covered carpets of grass!Image

The mesmerizing dew drops!Image

Painted Red – Gulmohar trees at Gulmohar Avenue near my school

Bangalore Literary Festival-2013! Stupefied Literatim

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened

September 27th-29th brought me moments of revelry & frolic , i still long for! BLF’13 was my 1st tryst with literature in the sans pareil manner ever! A dream come true,  i was over-my-senses beholder to my 2nd love-Literature! Before i begin, here goes some stats’ that would definitely set friends with a concurrent passion for literature to yearn over!

  • Around 120 authors including 12 international authors.
  • Around 11 book-launches
  • Around 60 plus events to tinge the taste buds of the literature hungry across genres.

My personal bringing about :

  • Met my most-read & sought after authors : Shobhaa De, Shashi Despande, Madhulika Liddle, Piyush Jha, Aroon Raman, Ravi Subramanian, Varun Agrawal,Vikram Sampath, Lavanya Shankaran,Ashwin Sanghi Kishwar Desai & Anita Nair.
  • Picked up 3 new books, & was lucky enough to get one of em’ autographed (read more to know more!!)
  • Witnessed Gulzar Sahab Live.
  • Met with fellow indibloggers out there.
  • Was lost – Totally for the wonderfuly spent 2 days akin to a quick journey to  heaven!

Moving on to my piece of cake :

I was lucky enough to bob up the fest right from day2, though i still regret missing day-1 which had Farhan Akhthar talk about Bhag Milkha Bhag, Sri Sri Ravishankara , among many others. I started off witnessing a vivacious panel discussion which followed the launch of Shashi Despande’s “SHADOW PLAY” . The panel disussion on : ” Are we becoming  a bestseller generation” kept me astounded, hooked & refreshed at the same time owing to the one-on-one between Shobhaa De, Ashwin Shanghi,Shashi Despande & Ian Jack. Moderator V.K.Karthika, editor at Harper Collins had to walk on eggs as she was being questioned more than answered. A consensual conclusion however, couldnt’ be drawn as each of the panelists had varying slants on a book being a bestseller!
I was running out of time, as i lived faraway from the venue, & hence took off quite early, though i was really tardy about giving the other sessions of the day a miss….

Sunday, the last day @ BLF’13, i made it in the afternoon, on account of an online examination which i had in the morning. Guys, Preeti Shenoy, Varun Agrawal, Lavanya Sankaran & Aditya Mukherjee, were panelists of a discussion “The First Book Club“, moderated by Vani Mahesh.
The creme de la creme experince for me was the next panel discussion which followed book launch of Ravi Subramaniams’ BANKERUPT . It was rather impetuous to witness Thriller Writers Piyush Jha,Ravi Subramanian & Aroon Raman on an engaging topic “Edge of Darkness : On Thrillers & Chillers“, which was being moderated by banglore-based  writer Eshwar Sundaresan– Ghost Writer. The panel put forth some wonderful viewpoints but carrying on an air of buffoonerry alongwith. The concluding remark by piyush jha, fostered au courant wave of optimism in me with his lines, when asked how he felt as a bestselling author today : “Nothing Much, The only difference is that yesterday i was there (pointing at the audience!), & today i am here! So, anyone of you can be like me, just start writing!!” Loved it a zillion times, & this is gonna be my motto-de-facto for my writings in future.
With this, once again, i was running short of time, so quickly made my way to the bookstore to catch up copies of “SHADOW PLAY (Shashi Despande)“, “BANKERUPT – Lucky enough to get it autographed by Ravi Sir himself” & post some BLF postcards to my cousin & the special someone!   The venue carried a serene yet festive aura with it, abuzz with a gush of fresh-air carrying the cloying smell of literature. The fest’s literary mouthpiece – BEANTOWN, was a quick & remarkable read…All said, here goes some photographs, which captures the bonhomie in vivid frames!!  


The official Logo – Was tempting enough to invite you over
Varun Agrawal

Varun Agrawal , Preeti Shenoy @ THE FIRST BOOK CLUB panel discussion

Oxford Bookstore

Official Bookstore catering to the bookworms!!


Partners in Crime – Audience !

Nabanita Dev Sen

Nabanita Dev Sen


Shobhaa De, Vasanthi Hariprakash & Kishwar Desai

Edge of Darkness

Edge of Darkness – Eshwar Sundaresan,Piyush Jha,Ravi Subramanian & Aroon Raman

Celebrating Life Through performance poetry –  Bas Bottcher

Happy Reading Folks… 🙂 

Break-Down of Campus Love Stories

Now this post belongs to the “CUTTING CHAI” category…so the contents of this post is a generalized rundown of gossips over cuppas of Cha,cakes n da like (Wild guesses welcomed 😛)….

A guy enters an engineering college to fulfill his/his parents wishes, to achieve something (which is only known to the almighty!), but the center of cynosure shifts towards the opposite sex (gender 😛 incase u hav sinister thoughts!)..Now starts a journey of hardships,endurance et al (LOVE is just a camouflage term!)..

Financial Management cant’ be better studied than this :

The protagonist gets a hemmed in finance from his folks, now the real challenge remains sundering this amount for two individuals, as der is always a TENDER SOUL fully dependent on you…

Time Management, Learning the ropes of time management like never before , When you are in a relationship (Read CAMPUS RELATIONSHIP) , managing your day b/w studies (now this is real puffing up :P),daily chores (guesses welcomed again) and a hell lotta’ time for the ONE…

Marketing & PR…nw every guy in relationship beguile of exceptional Marketing & PR (dont confuse it wd PYAAR..if u are uncontrollably romantic!)..Marketing & PR skills forms the backdrop of every campus love story.

Right away from winning the Girl (Her Heart in particular..Though implications are at large :D), managing fake smiles at her PJs, panegyrizing her musings (ANTICS!) , and managing her clan (which includes every uncreditable exxxtraass in the lady’s social circle!), the guys showcases a wonderful blend of this skills.

And coming to the age of business – ENTREPRENEURSHIP…

This is a hot-of-the-press trend catching up..

Now entrepreneurship and campus love-stories have got a hush-hush relationship…

Infact the hellacious romeos have been found to be the budding entrepreneurs. Doing up every other job to supplement the household income (Family is temporal till passing out :P)..Startups otherwise adds up to the Status the girl may be proud for you…(Atleast you have proved yourself able enough to take care of her needs!)..

Now caulking the story, we come to the crucial aspect : EXIT STRATEGY

Now..This is a real mystery we are deprived of cash as of now for further cuppas n time!!


If your story (love story) gets peas-in-pod with the above post…I CANT REALLY HELP…

Special Thanks to Kalia Pan Shop for providing me excellent cha & brainstorming stabs…

(For those unaware of Kalia Pan out guys, n improve your GK please!)

Symphony of a nerdy Love !!

I think am turning altruistic , perhaps this is my 1st post here which doesn’t deal with stories/observations from my life!!

I have a crucial responsibility of using fictional names for putting up bits of my friend’s life here…

Raj (A typical Bollywood name!), unlike the filmy ones was a nerd in the truest sense in real life (At least from the day I 1st saw of him!). “Complan Boy” , seniors christened him this nickname during our ragging (read interactive!!) sessions .Typical traits of Raj included studying 24×7 , eating like hell , sleeping et al! His timetable was a stark contrast to the melange unruly life that we led.

Lucent results always made way to Mr.Raj’s scorecard contrary to our indigent grades . Things were going at an all-so-normal pace for our nerd, when all of a sudden (Ditto to any Bollywood Rotten Love Flick!) , enters the girl into his life — Simran (No DDLJ stuff!) , a bit hyped , once in the list of demanded gals of our insti.

The most happening transition  kick starts in Mr.Nerds’ life!

Raj-Simran!! Sounds wonders only in Romantic Flicks with Chocolaty Story lines, but damn daffy for real life.However,Raj,breaks all formidable barriers & furcates his life into 2 territories – Studies, Love (Love to Study/Study to Love is a mystery yet unsolved!!). The Knowledge Kist now starts dancing to the dulcet tunes of love, devoid of other worldly concerns.

I am sure you are trying hard to figure out the USP of this seemingly blant tale which by now might have put you to lurginess!

The abrupt twist begins to make its way into Mr.Raj’s otherwise sweet lovestory when he discovers the bitter truth — Simran has a boyfriend & he is not him!! (We are now wading a bye to Yash Raj Film’s typical storylines!!)

The lurid news leaves our protagonist devastated who now turns into a somniferous presence both for himself & others.The worst of all , he starts loosing his interest in his only love other than Simran – Studies & also his hairs!! (Seriously!)

However,this love story jounces with the intervention of 3  Samaritan  friends of Raj (Me included!) who begin to nurture sprouts of optimism, determination & willpower to win his true love back (& also grow hairs on his scalp!).

The story doesn’t  end but continues & will continue for the happy-ending & I am going to type up meed tit-bits of Raj’s Love story!

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