Prisoner, Jailor, Prime Minister - Tabrik C

Book : Prisoner Jailer Prime Minister
Author : Tabrik C
Genre : Fiction
Price : 350/-


Before I talk about the Book, I definitely need to talk about the creative/ Book cover. It shows a lonely man walking towards Sunset, with a caption that reads "You Can't outrun Fate..." . The Book cover,by itself gives us a man chained in emotions (solely my interpretations - and i can definitely be wrong). Why am i talking about the cover?, Well after reading the Blurb  - "India has a new Prime minister but is Siddhartha Tagore the product of his genius or of his dangerous mind" , gave me chills, enough to make me want to read this book, and the cover just added to it all. So kudos to the design ,Anuj Malhotra.

About the Author

You can definitely google all of it. Here is what I felt - He has combined his interests of being a political enthusiast, a perfumer to give birth to this book. He seems very interested in Politics and is adept at giving witty quotes as well. "Modi is as far from Vajpayee, as Heaven is from Earth" . I'm sure the politically inclined will definitely love him.


About the BOOK

The Book completely belongs to Siddhartha Tagore. He is a Politician, and a gifted musician. I love the musician in him more, as that's where the true Siddhartha emerges. Yes he is fictional, but I'm in total awe of his character.

The author is a firm believer in Karma, as you will know once you read the book, as certain events unfold. Despite Siddhartha's Charisma, despite the emotional connect that the author has skillfully managed to achieve. Somewhere, it was just too predictable, what began as a "hold your seats ride" becomes a "read at your own pace". 

The Nuclear Blast that takes on early in the book, is spoken about at the end,and by then you would have tend to forget about it. There are loose ends,where certain episodes are left for the readers imagination. A murder happens, however, we are not told further about it, except the predictable murderer. It was a "High Profile" Investigation, and then its not spoken about.

The Author definitely loves Harley , as there is so much mention of it. 

The Book is definitely a beautiful read, however do not have high expectations from it. Its beautiful in places and blaaah in others. 

What i loved about the ease with which he shifts time frames. You don't get confused at all. A little bored , yes, but not confused.

I loved his style of switching Fonts with different formats of communication.He has used a lot of News reports, emails, letters, thought processes as communication, and effortlessly conveys the same without creating any confusion.

His characters apart from Siddhartha, Rubaya and her Parents, are a little loosely etched. Their emotional transitions happen faster than the blink of an eye.If only he had moulded them a little more.

For his first book, I would say its commendable. 

If you have read so far, I'll say read the book , for Siddhartha Tagore, there are very few protagonists, who can actually make you feel the pain and loss of a loved one so well, and he does ,all thanks to Tabrik.

Thank you for Siddhartha Tagore.

He is a conflicted, disturbed individual, both charismatic and controlled by opposite sides of his erotic personality and genius. He is certainly not an opportunist but a man who rides a Tsunami of his own creation. A powerful idealist – a flawed hero! - Tabrik 

I would Rate this Book a 6(only for Siddhartha) /10






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Rozabal Line - A Review

Ufff , Ashwin Sanghi is my Favorite Indian Author. So prepare to read a very Biased review about his book. I was first introduced to Ashwin Sanghi's work via Chankya Chant, later the Krishna Key. Coming to think of it now, i should have read Rozabal Line first as its his first book ,which was initially published under a pseudo name.

What I love about this author , is the amount of research he puts in,in his each of his books. Its commendable. Yes, its Fiction, but eventually , we do get a glimpse of truth and then its left to your understanding.

Rozabal line talks about Christ and the speculations about his death, whether he actually died during crucifixion, and why was the "routine" knee breaking not done, or why wasn't the body left to decay as was the norm then. The plot weaves in and out of various times, from AD to present, without confusing the reader. It talks about secret societies that do exist, and their relation with the others. Past life regression is beautifully used here.

The Characters are all part of the same thread, which makes up a wonderful cloth. Its intriguing, gritty and fast paced. Not once, would you think, "what the hell am i reading" .

Rozabal Line, is just an awefabtatstic read.

Im not delving much into the storyline, as i really want you guys to READ this book. Tell me if you like it as much as I did.

my review : 8.5/10

Tmi

So its time to rain awards, and this time I thought of having it a little different. Now my inspiration or rather i stole the entire idea from This. She is a very close friend, and all of you can subscribe subscribe for simple and doable make -up .

Now Tmi means Too much Information. Yes, we are all well acquainted with a persons style of writing, but how well do we still know them. Its common knowledge, that little things matter a lot. So lets begin with Little Tmi :P.

Rules :

a) Acknowledge Tmi.
b) Tag it to how many ever people you want to
c) You can increase decrease the question
d) Do answer and Paste a link in the comments.

Now lets move on from the simple rules to hell lot of questions :)

TMI Tag Questions:

1: What time is morning for you? 
2: Ever been in love? 
3: Ever had a terrible breakup? 
4: How tall are you? 
5: How much do you weigh? 
6: Any tattoos? 
7: Any piercings? 
8: You munch on 
9: Favourite show? 
10: Favourite bands? 
11: Something you miss? .
12: Favourite song?
13: How old are you? 
14: Zodiac sign? 
15: Quality you look for in a partner? 
16: Favourite Quote? 
17: Favourite actor? 
18: Favourite color? 
19: Loud music or soft? 
20: Where do you go when you're sad? 
21: How long does it take you to shower? 
22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 
23: Ever been in a physical fight? 
24: Turn on?
25: Turn off? 
26: The reason you started blogging? 
27: Fears? 
28: Last thing that made you cry? 
29: Last time you said you loved someone? 
30: Meaning behind your blog Name? 
31: Last book you read? 
32: The book you're currently reading?
33: Last show you watched? 
34: Last person you talked to? 
35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted? 
36: Favourite food? 
37: Place you want to visit?
38: Last place you were? 
39: Do you have a crush?
40: Last time you kissed someone? 
41: Last time you were insulted? 
42: Favourite flavour of sweet? 
43: What instruments do you play?? 
44: Favourite piece of jewellery?
45: Last sport you played? 
46: Last song you sang? 
47: Favourite chat up line?
48: Have you ever used it?
49: Last time you hung out with anyone? 
50: Who should answer these questions next?


Yes yes , I know they are horribly lonnngggggg :P ;) Just do it, dont crib (puppy dog face) :P 


Now YOU guys hab hab hab to do itttt .. yessssss , My very favorite YOU :) (in no particular order )

Deeps
Saru
Ashwini
KK
Akansha
Soumya
TTS
Nikhil
Purple mist
Purpel Assasin
PeeVee
Jemina
Sreeja

Red Velvet

She washed her hands vigorously, the water turned crimson red.She heard the door ring, she hastily cleaned her mess and tried to wipe her hands clean on her apron, leaving stains . She opened the door, and greeted warmly  "Hello Red velvet". She removed the cake from the Oven, and sat down to savor it .




P:S - Based on a true story :P

P:P:S - This Idea was generated when the writer was making red velvet cake today. The batter was blood red. The writer used the batter on her sister's neck, and scared her mother. Yes , the writer is a prankster. :P

Forever

"I saw her first across the Corridor, of this very place, we are standing right now", he cleared his throat. Clearly old age didn't look good on him.


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We were assigned projects in the Geriatric ward, for a period of one month. Find your "Subject", they would tell us, and understand the various nuances to their personality. I found the word "subject" so bleh , how can u address someone that way. But well, you tend to learn, to call them subjects after a while.

In my first year of College, I was like a pup, lapping up attention. I knew i would go beyond myself to achieve , the required . There isn't much to know about me .I never knew a family, my family rather. I was raised by Catholic Sisters at an orphanage, so I assumed its good to kneel towards Catholic Faith. most people pride on being a part of their religious doctrine. I simply felt like a creeper , feeding onto the beliefs that were thrown towards me. Not that it mattered!.

I guess being unwanted at an early age, made me a person looking for opportunities, for attention.I excelled at studies , sports and other extra curricular activities, however , the attention I desired off, usually faded within days. It never stayed forever. I wondered what would stay forever, and how would forever feel .

So mote it be , so mote it be.

I was that freak in high school. I used to love solitude , or rather did not have much choice. I just found random conversations about "oh my God, he looked at me" , boring, and the follow ups,equally annoying. I was so done.

I loved reading, it was my stress buster. Nah.. not stress buster, it was like a release , a feeling that goes beyond reasoning ,or my understanding.

It was there that I was first introduced to the best part of my life.

So mote it be so mote it be.

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I Finally zeroed in on a "Subject" , an octogenarian or so he seemed. i really didn't bother knowing him , till one day, he just made me know him better.

An hour before leaving, he stopped his continuous muttering and stared at me deep and hard. His eyes screamed 'creep alert' , I could feel the tingling sensation on my nape. He gave me the chills, and then he smiled. I gathered my things and ran for my life.

Two days later. It was as though nothing ever happened. He was the same person, I had first met. No conversation, no eye contact. Just the weird humming sound. However this time. It had an effect on me. The room vibrated, it was like as though he was chanting. it was a Rhythm.

"So  how far have the books helped", he asked me out of the blue.

"ummm which book are we talking about?" . I could feel the walls closing in on me.

He started humming faster. The wind blew against the window, and forced it shut.

"The book of Occult, my dear", he smiled at me.

"I .. i dont know what.. how do you know" , i couldn't stop babbling. How did he know. He also seemed perfectly sane to be held hostage in an asylum.

And then it began, an unusual camaraderie developed between student and pupil. He being my master.

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Our friendship grew stronger, and I started visiting him everyday. He taught me all he knew about the Black Art. he would say that it is an ART. A very beautiful one at that.I felt this was way better than reading.

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Time just flew by. It was my final year. This was when it all changed. That day it all just changed.

The bloody rains, I cursed internally. I was running towards college. Late, annoyed and dripping wet. That day was so unlucky, started off , by getting up late, missing my bus,then the train, my cab, forgetting my umbrella!!! ughhhh. It couldn't have been worse.

I was running towards the gate, and so was he. We both, i guess were looking down to avoid the rain, hitting our face. I did not see him coming, and we bumped face on into each other. I lost my balance, tried to steady myself, by hanging on to him, but instead pulled him on myself. I registered a fall. Luckily he placed his palm under my head. I felt his weight. But it just felt like 'good weight' . I donno if it made sense. But nothing did, after that. He lifted himself off me, and like a gentleman, picked me up as well. He was chivalrous enough to ask if i was hurt. I don't remember what I said. I tried straightening up myself, trying to look better. But was so distracted by his smile. Good Lord!!, so this was what is felt like.

I did not even realise when he left, but i'm sure I felt stupid.

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I met my subject again after a gap of 3 weeks. " So tell me about him", was all he said when I walked to his room.

I rattled off , about how he ignored me. That maybe I was not all that pretty looking for him. I cried. I don't remember when I cried last. I rattled off, how all my attempts to connect went vain. And all I wanted was to have Him forever.

"Forever", he laughed "it can be an eternity my dear, forever might just be too much".

"No, i want him forever, all mine and just mine"

I did not realize my folly then, all i wanted was Him. All to myself.


So mote it be So mote it be

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"I saw her first across the Corridor, of this very place, we are standing right now", he cleared his throat. Clearly old age didn't look good on him.

I walked away and he started mumbling something, I really did not bother. I wish i had.

'I saw her first across the Corridor, of this very place, we are standing right now. This place used to be a General Hospital earlier'. he continued oblivious that he did not have a listener.'She stormed past me, and rushed towards the elevator. I was just amazed at how lovely she smelled. She smelled liked fresh dew. Her lithe frame was beautifully caressed in a white saree. Her Hair was all tied up. Some strands resisted and danced across her bare back. She was a nurse there, tending to people, with a beautiful Smile. I was in love with her. I knew I wanted her forever. However, she was engaged to her best friend. Not something I appreciated. I proposed and proposed and proposed. Tried all means possible, and then gave up. Gave up to Black Art.I just loved her a lot. Forever, wasn't enough. She said she would rather die than be with me. I loved her too much to not give in to her wishes. I killed her. I used her blood to keep her with me forever. Black magic is an Art. I have to keep chanting, else I know what she is capable of. People said i'm mad. I was alright ,as long as it gave me the space and solitude to be with her', he smiled looking at her.

Then I saw this young bored girl. She chose me to study. I saw a lot of me in her. Alone, orphan. I knew she would do exactly as i said. I needed more blood , to keep myself strong, to live forever with my woman.

The love affair, she told me, gave me the perfect chance . For both of us. For her to unite with her love, for me to be with mine. I needed two souls, a willing and unwilling. She was willing for forever. It was simple and easy.

She believed that "forever" exists.

I read about her in the news the next day. Poor girl. Killed the boy,and then herself. The media spoke about Love failures and rejection for a week or so. Anyways, I still have Forever.


So mote it be So mote it be 

100 Day Challenge

I know everyone loves challenges. However, this is the simplest of all challenges.BEING HAPPY. I love this initiative, and im going to be a part of it.

Why?? well its always good to know that inspite of the cribbing and blahness around, we can definitely have Happy moments. It could be just a simple thing. Anything that makes you happy. ANd yes it has to be something that makes YOU happy. So no cheating . And say HELLO HAPPINESS

Do spread the word. Join as well.

Simply another Love story

   


Nadia just couldn't stop beaming. She looked at her mehendi laden hands. Her life was just beautiful. A silent tear escaped, a long sigh later , she looked at herself in the mirror. She was Happy.


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2 Years ago

If someone had told her she would meet someone like Harish, she would have just laughed it off! No ways, guys like Harish just existed in Romantic Films and Books. Not in real Life, never.

He had just saved a puppy, must have been barely months old, from being squished under fast moving vehicles. 'Weekdays aren't  going to be kind to you , just because you are a cute little adorable puppy with those big, melt my heart away eyes' he chided the puppy, cradling it in his arms. He left it safely near the footpath and stared at it long and hard. The puppy sat down and stared right back. He laughed and scooped up the puppy, and walked away.

Nadia was watching all of this from a distance. She smiled to herself, and kept smiling the whole day recounting the episode.

The next day she saw him again. Almost sprinting, and shouting away instructions on his phone.

Later in the evening, Nadia bound by her routine, headed towards the Parking lot, ear plugs firmly placed, humming away a tune. She barely had any sensation whatsoever of a person following her.

It all just happened very quickly, Nadia barely registered what happened. It took her half an hour to regain herself. her Lips quivered, her breathing heavy. She looked to her left, and saw Harish. He was talking to the cops. She hugged herself, and closed her eyes shut.

She recollected his strong arms around her waist , lifting her up. He tried to cover her mouth, but she screamed as loud as she could, trying to push away her attacker. She was too weak. But someone else was there too. He hit her attacker, she fell on teh floor, hitting her head.

'Hey' , she felt an arm on her shoulder. She shuddered and opened her eyes, to see Harish sitting besides her. Overwhelmed , she hugged him and cried. She did not know for how long. But she felt him shifting from kneeling on the floor to sitting next to her, cradling her in his arms. he did not say a word, but instead sat next to her, and held her.

She heard him giving away his number to the cops, saying he would call them and will get her when she is better.

After what seemed like hours, she let go and straightened up. She cupped her face with her palms. She breathed deeply and looked towards him. 'Thank you', she muttered. He just smiled back.

She trembled while getting up. She knew she couldnt sit there all night. He helped her, and quickly let go.
'Can you drive home? , i could drop you home' , he offered. She just nodded her head.

He made her sit , and jogged towards the drivers seat. He steered the vehicle out of the lot, and waited for her to tell him . She sat there all curled up, lost in the distance. He cleared his throat to get her attention. but she just looked out.

He decided to take her home.

It was around 2am, when he heard muffled screams followed by prolonged howling. She had a nightmare. That incident definitely changed her. It made her weak, it brought out her vulnerability.

8 months later.

Nadia was doing better. She kept in touch with Harish. They met often . Harish was in a relation and always found solace in Nadia when it came to sorting out his problems.


2 years later.

It was a year after he Harish broke up with his girl. He was completely over her. He wanted to start afresh. Nadia had moved on to another city, however their friendship blossomed . Harish had planned to surprise Nadia, by turning up in her city unannounced . Surprise would have been an understatement. Nadia was overwhelmed and ran into his arms .

They spent a week together, catching up, shopping , clubbing and enjoying everything that the city could offer them.

Nadia still remembered that day. How could she not. It was a day before he was to leave. It was raining. They had just returned home after shopping, and were dripping wet. They laughed over some incident and ran home.

Nadia went to her room and came back with a towel, to wipe his hair dry. He sat down and asked her to wipe it dry, laughing away at a previous incident. She sat down in front of him, and started drying his hair with a towel. His laughter ceased , he caught her wrists and lowered her hands, looking at her face. She gave an awkward smile, and tried to get up. He pulled her back towards him. Her hair covered his face. Their breath was in sync with each other. He loved the way she smelled.

'Hari , we ... we shouldnt ..' , she hesitated.

'sssshh' , he silenced her , and kissed her . There was no stopping them both. Passion overtook their senses, and they were two wild animals clamoring for attention, exploring and satisfying each other.

They lay in each others arms.

'Why did I wait so long, Nadz' , he whispered . ' I have been in love with you for so long'

She looked up and kissed him ' I thought you would never feel this way for me'. A silent tear escaped. he kissed her, and their bodies responded to the rhythmic music their hearts made.

Harish went back the next day. They stayed in touch via calls, texts, whichever was feasible. Each others routine was etched firmly in their minds. They couldnt stay a minute without texting or talking . They had become a necessity for each other.

It was 6 months later into their relation. It was time to take it further, she told him. 'I need more time Nadz, im not settled' She understood. 'Sure'

Two years later - He still wasn't settled. Fights became more prominent. He just wanted 'Space' . He wanted time to settle down.



"The biggest Coward of a man is to awaken  the Love of a woman, without the intention of Loving her".



Nadia just couldn't stop beaming. She looked at her mehendi laden hands. Her life was just beautiful. A silent tear escaped, a long sigh later , she looked at herself in the mirror. She was Happy.

She met Nitin at a friends wedding, and he couldn't wait to be married to her. He proposed . She wanted time. He waited . She finally fell for his Love towards her.




"One day, someone is going to hug you so tight that all your broken pieces are gonna stick together"