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Book Review: Captain Khadoos

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Author: Arjun Hemmady

The book is a paragon for cricket lovers. The writer has based the story futuristically in 2025CE.

The story is about the Indian cricket player Suraj Bhatkal. It’s his journey from a rookie nobody in the 8th grade to eventually captaining the Indian cricket team and leading it to its formidable glory. the book has all the ingredients that we see in a typical high-tension cricket test match or an ODI. It involves on-field banter between players of the same team vs the opposition that helps the reader draw parallels with the current trends.

However, the author touches on a very crucial element in the life of a sportsperson, i.e. Mental health. Here too Suraj has major breakdowns early in his career. However timely help from the concerned professionals helps him overcome and tide over the tough phases of his life.

The author has incorporated a lot of behind-the-scenes stories in the narrative.

Makes for an endearing and interesting read.

Book Review: That Night

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Author: Nidhi Upadhyay

I ventured into reading the horror genre a year ago and have read quite a number of books with different perspectives in the same genre.

This is one such variation.

The story is about four friends in a hostel in Kurukshetra who indulged in a game of Ouija twenty years ago. However, that night results in the death of Sania their despicable hostel mate. The friends decide to take the secret to their grave from then on and for the next two decades, they live their own lives away from each other.

However now someone begins to mess with their lives sending ripples along their quiet life waters. Their lives, relationships, friendships, everything is now at stake. It looks like the occult is out there to get them all in a quest to avenge Sania’s death. The friends gear up and come together to work out a solution and that opens a can of worms. Secrets that each of them had hidden finally spring out…

Would it destroy everything? that’s what the story is all about. I liked the lucid language and vocabulary. However, too much back and forth in timelines was causing breaks in the reading rhythm. Similarly, there were a couple of discrepancies in the events as well. there were a couple of redundant statements. The ending was interesting but rushed… actually some of the events don’t seem plausible but I guess given the genre, its fine.

 

 

 

prologue

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Prologue

11th March 1993,

 

He walked into the cyber chamber, the blast of AC chilling him but he knew the chill was due to another reason. The buzz of the machines that usually fanned his passion for the cyber world and its intriguing realm held no interest today. His anxiety was shooting up along with his blood pressure and he had just taken today’s dose of his meds.

He strode to his computer and unlocked it. A toothless smiling face of his cherubic little girl, Nitya stared back at him as the desktop took its own sweet time to boot up. His anxiety increased by the minute… there was no time. his colleagues would be in any minute.

Seated in this top-secret building in Yemen, a small country in the Arabian Peninsula, he had come on a special project. He was a scientist, way ahead of his time and India had not acknowledged his importance. But his childhood friend Jafar-ul-Mansood now based in Riyadh had.

Just a year ago, on Jafar’s insistence, he had quit his job at IISc and flown to Yemen to join this company meant to build high-tech software for augmenting world peace, at least that’s what he was told. He had written so many codes that he had lost touch with reality. Till a couple of days earlier when he heard Jafar speak with someone on the phone. He mentioned something about blasts in Mumbai… what?

He had probed in further and found out the company that paid him huge bucks was a farce… just a front for something sinister…. And just last night he realized, something called the D gang had planned an evil crusade against his motherland.

Unknowingly he had walked into a trap laid out by someone whom he trusted. His greed had surpassed all rational thought. His wife who was about to deliver their second child had pleaded with him not to go… he should have listened to her. His little Nitya, all of 3 yrs… oh how much he missed her. He wondered if she would ever remember him… His wife had severed all contact after informing him they now had a son and he didn’t even know her whereabouts. He just hoped his latest gift he had clandestinely arranged to be delivered to his old home was received. It was a special gift for Nitya….

The desktop beeped indicating the completion of the booting up. His trembling fingers flew on the keyboard trying to erase all he could… but the information on those codes was missing. Did they eliminate the data already? How was it possible?

He moved over to his latest project which was about 70 percent complete. He compared the codes to the research papers he gathered over the weekend…

Oh No… torpedoes… what on earth were these low-lives planning? He hacked a site he had been trying to get into…

Oh, sweet Lord. The location of the head office of his company was Karachi. That only meant one thing… Something was coming up in a day or two and there was this massive project hell-bent on destroying his country and he just became privy to it.

He wiped the sweat off his brow. What was he thinking? He had to act… act fast.

He typed in his back door… something he had ingeniously built for protecting himself. He couldn’t rectify the current mission or whatever the crap was going to unfold but he had to prevent future disaster. He couldn’t remove the codes so he began to scramble them. It was in a particular order that only a super genius could decode. But he knew these fanatics were blinded by their stupid missions and their pea-sized brains wouldn’t be able to encode his work unless they got in someone like him. As of now, he was sure he had done a marvelous job.  This second mission stood stranded…

As he pressed the enter key and the codes began to realign according to his brainwave, a loud gong went off. Oh did these people have an indicator like a warning signal?

Before he could react a group of armed men rushed into the room followed by Jafar and a couple of people he hadn’t met.

Bhaijaan what did you do?” Jafar looked stricken.

“I should have asked that to you Jafar before I agreed to this… I will not betray my country.” He stood up to the men.

“In that case…” one of the men with a golden tooth glinting as he grinned, walked forward. “…Doctor miyan, we gave you so much money. And you destroy our work… You know too much so… you know the punishment, no?”

He snatched a gun from one of the men.

The room reverberated with the staccato bangs of the bullets pumping into the scientist, whose name tag now stained crimson, read, Dr. Parikshit Mohandas.

As he fell writhing, as the last ounce of breath left his body, Parikshit’s unmoving orbs stared after his handiwork… a copy of which passed on to an undisclosed location only known to him, before destroying itself.

 

On 12th March 1993, a series of 12 terrorist bombings took place in Bombay, Maharashtra. The single-day attacks resulted in 257 fatalities and 1,400 injuries….

 

 

©priyagole

(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and just the imagination of the author running wild. It isn’t intended to reshape history or distort facts. However, anything such observed is purely accidental.)

 

 

Hotel Adventures With the Stars

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Author: L. Aruna Dhir

The book is non-fiction chronicling the author’s riveting rendezvous with the panoramic celebrity ilk. She had the opportunity (some of which she created) courtesy of her prolific career in the hospitality industry.

I was particularly fascinated by how the author managed to get out the true personalities of the revered and idolised individuals. We realize that celebrities are like ordinary humans in flesh and blood!

Some of her encounters tickle your funny bone, like that of Jackie Shroff (Apna bhidu!) while some are poignantly candid like the one with Zohra Sehgal.

Aruna has successfully brought out the nuances in each and every aspect of those experiences and every paragraph fills you with intrigue.

Though lucid, the language levels in the book are high and the book is recommended even for those who want to learn the art of storytelling.

 

A hungry girl scorned

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(Entry for the platform: www.penmancy.com)

Prompt: a family dinner gone wrong

The piquant aroma of methi-malai-mutter wafted through my senses and I almost brazenly drooled. The creamy dish placed next to Jeera-rice was followed by the daal-fry’s cluster gusto, complete with raita and phulkas, augmenting my hunger further. The elaborate spread by my super-cook-aunt was a welcome break from my mundane hostel dinner.

I had rushed to my aunt’s home, from my hostel after an SOS call from my recently arrived melodramatic amma. Amma’s sole aim in life was to marry off her 22-year-old overaged daughter. I had to stuff my bulk into my next-in-line plump friend’s salwar-kameez and bear with the horrid humid Mumbai evening and pollution to travel across the city ends.

All this, for a prospective alliance.

I was however glad for a respite from my prosaic hostel even if that meant going through this farcical ritual.

“Ayyo Nita…” Amma fumed as I stood flinching in my borrowed attire. All of us and amma the consummate complainer waited arduously for the prospective groom and his folks. They were late by over an hour.

Finally, they arrived but the America-returned guy chose to play hooky and only the father and the sister made it. The father with a burst of hearty laughter embraced my uncle and greeted us before seating himself at the head of the table.

Why was I here when the guy had a choice? I hated the archaic philosophies plaguing my folks.

The quintessential sister with her auburn mane of lustrous hair adjusted her slimy outfit, much to amma’s utmost chagrin.

The clock chimed 9 PM a while ago, and I had surpassed my habitual dinner time. I was peeved and annoyed. But instead, the talks began. I was prepared to answer anything they asked about me; my studies, future professional plans, etcetera.

“So, Nita, what do you think constitutes a healthy body…?” the man asked, stunning even amma into silence. Seemingly pleased, he continued. “…you see, regular exercise and adequate nutrition are important. My Shilpi here swims twenty laps every morning after her run….” For the next five minutes, he cruised along his anecdotal slices of fitness nostalgia.

His voice faded away and I only saw the unconsumed supper.

“…Nita…?” He called, rousing me from my reverie. “…do you exercise?”

Couldn’t he look at me and deduce?

Amma quickly asked. “What kind of a girl does your Rahul desire?”

Really amma?

Shilpi quipped. “Rahul wants a girl with a curvy figure, good looks…” She described Aishwarya Rai to the T minus the greenish orbs.

Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam had just released and was a craze…

By then even methi-malai-mutter lost its appeal.

“Can I see Rahul’s picture?”

All eyes centered on me as if I had asked for the Kohinoor.

Shilpi showed one from her purse.

“Shilpi, if Rahul wants an Aishwarya Rai, he has to be a Salman Khan too… and not skinny-bones. He is too thin for my taste.” I went guns blazing in hunger.

The two left without touching a morsel.

©priyagole

 

Book Review: The Bhairav Putras

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Author: Suhail Mathur

In a single word, the apt description for the book is “brilliant”. I am in awe at the incredible research that has been done to bring out the authenticity of the story amidst the backdrop of the Indian freedom struggle.

The story begins in the year 1936 and is majorly based in the lively town of Bhairavgarh famous for its gigantic golden statue of Lord Bhairav that’s stood the test of time despite the plundering invaders of the century. However, the serenity of the hustling town is disturbed when the British set up their cantonment in the area. True to their oppressive and tyrannical nature the British shower ruthless aggression on the innocent residents and even hurt religious and cultural sentiments plunging the town into a state of darkness, and threatening to permanently absolve the area of its heritage.

However, a young group of revolutionaries let by the dynamic Keshav Raichand raise to the occasion and embark on a sojourn filled with adventure, deceit, and divine intervention. Here on the story takes incredible twists and turns involving the heroic fights and escapades of the revolutionaries, helped by mysterious powers they don’t fathom till the end of the successful movement.

Finally, brain and wit lethally combined with valor emerge victorious and the British are driven out of Bhairavgarh for good, returning the town to its past glory that remains even to date.

The book is a must-read particularly if you love historical fiction. Its one unputdownable!!!

Book Review: The Adivasi Will Not Dance

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Author: Hansda Sowvendra Shekhar

A brilliantly penned book, this is a collection of short stories, all based in Jharkhand, particularly featured around the Santhal tribe.

The book brings out the raw and grim reality of ‘survival’ practices adopted by the tribe for ages. Sadly even after years of Independence, there are many such pockets in our country where basic education for girls is considered taboo. Women who need to be blamed for something are termed ‘witches’ and ostracised brutally. Women and even young girls don’t hesitate to sell their souls along with their bodies if it means putting food into their hungry stomachs.

The author has been brazen in his portrayal and some of the scenes are disturbing to read. However, it’s also gut-wrenching to see the plight of the real backward class who don’t get the benefits of reservations. For generations, they have been exploited by the rich in their villages and other fortune seekers who acquired (read, forcibly) their land for the rich ore beneath the fertile or barren lands.

The stigma associated with the clan doesn’t leave them even when they migrate to other states in search of better opportunities. They are labeled and tainted and called names.

The book is a huge eye-opener to those of us who in our cushy lifestyles are blissfully ignorant of the ground realities in the lesser-known corners of the country.

When Breath becomes Air…

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Author: Paul Kalanithi

This is an autobiographical non fiction book, a memoir written by Paul Kalanithi. In his final year of neurosurgical residency in Stanford University, he was plagued with rapid weightloss, severe back and chest pains. the initial X ray revealed nothing and his health concerns were laid to rest. However toward the last few months of his residency, the symptoms return with a vengeance and eventually he is confirmed with the diagnosis of a complex form of lung cancer…. terminal stage. What follows is his struggle to find the answers…. He is caught between the doctor patient debate where he is now on the other side of the arguments as a patient in the same hospital where he had performed countless surgeries and life changing moments.

To call the write up as an emotional roller coaster is an understatement. Paul Kalanithi, often gets philosophical and his writing is influenced by the fact that he was a literature student before getting into medical studies. The Epilogue was written after his demise, by his wife Lucy Kalanithi… Its an in-depth first hand experience of dealing with terminal illness of your loved one and eventual bereavement. I couldn’t hold my tears…

A beautiful portrayal of the challenges faced overall… a must read.

 

Available on Amazon

Bapu’s Day Out

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(For ArtoonsInn Writers Room)

(prompt: Bapu’s visit to India on 15th August 2022, India’s 75th Independence day)

 

I stood under the sanguine sky the gentle gust patting my frail body, as I stared at my beloved Sabarmati. Riverfront, they now call it. Probably that’s what development stands for. The crack of dawn was mesmerizing. I had time-traveled accidentally from another realm. The time machine waited, as Dr. Sinha worked on the glitch.

I decided to take a tour of my cherished motherland. After all, today was the 75th Independence day… The freedom for which my ilk laid down precious lives and I am told that many of our frontline warriors have given up theirs for this breath of free air. My chest swelled in pride as I saw the tricolor fluttering atop buildings and even little homes.

I stomped along the graveled path towards a roadside stall, to relish a cup of tea, but trouble brewed instead. The owner adorning a forehead tilak, screamed profanities at his woman just because she borrowed sugar from their neighbor who happened to be a woman wearing a burka. I shook my head and moved on.

I reached a locality that was a marked contrast from where I began.

“This is a lesser reported area Bapu…” Dr. Sinha joined me.

“How can people stay in such unhygienic conditions, Sinha?” My heart fell at the mephitic air clogging my crumbling lungs. I looked at a dilapidated board.

‘Bapu Basti’ My picture, tiny and worn-out flanked it on one side.

I was heartbroken. Poverty still prevailed…

I saw a few people gathered on a nearby ground but instead of the tri-colour they held banners.

“They are here for a protest rally, Bapu… seeking reservation for their caste”

What? Caste-based reservations even after 75 years…

Vanishing into the black hole would surely be less agonizing.

“Sinha, when did you say we could get back?”

Book Review: When Krishna was Cursed

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Author: Rohan Vinayaa

The book is a sojourn into the mythological realm spanning the period spent by Lord Krishna in obtaining the Syamantaka stone. The book is not just an account of what may have transpired but also a lesson to mankind throughout.

When the owner of the Syamantaka, Satrajit is approached by Krishna for the divine stone hoping to resolve the economic crisis plaguing Mathura, the latter returns empty-handed. However soon after Prasenjit, Satrajit’s younger brother goes hunting along with the stone and doesn’t return and Satrajit’s emotionally blinded suspicions accuse Krishna of having sabotaged his brother for the stone.

What follows is Krishna’s quest to unravel the mystery behind the youngster’s disappearance in the forest. The story also includes snippets from different yogas and their invaluable lessons eventually explaining the true meaning of KARMA.

Overall it makes an interesting read.