Saturday, August 20, 2016

Book Review: The Guest by Mitali Meelan

The Blurb:
Eighteen-year-old Neha Ranade is perfectly content with her life—a singer boyfriend, a group of loyal friends and with the college annual festival around the corner, her days are full and exciting. But when her father’s Canadian colleague arrives home, Neha’s grand plans are uprooted. What could be the intentions of this curious guest’s sudden visit—for better or for worse?
My review:
What breezy read this one was! I finished the book in one go. The story moved at such a fast pace that I just couldn't put it down! The language is fluid and impeccable, and the story flows smoothly. The emotions of the protagonists especially that of the central character Neha, are so beautifully depicted, that the reader can feel her anguish, dilemma, and fears. 
I usually prefer a second person narrative, but reading the story as a first-person account was also surprisingly delightful. What I also found adorable is that there is no attempt to glorify the main character or project her as a 'holier-than-thou' kind of person. She is a hero in her own might, despite the flaws in her character. She could be anyone of, with all those little imperfections that make us human - the way we are quick to judge, quick to own and disown people, act a little selfishly at times, and yet manage to hold unadulterated love for the people who matter to us the most. 
If the debut novel is so wonderful, I can't wait to read more from Mitali! 
No of Pages: 237
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
ISBN: 9788192982229
My rating : 4/5

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

The Little Princess is 5 today!

For once, I remembered The Little Princess' birthday!

I have forgotten almost all milestones of TLP that could have caused me to add and deduct a few more pounds, the former to my waist and the latter from my purse. Blame it on my ant-like memory, but unless someone points it out, I am wont to forget milestones and to celebrate! Not this time, though!

The Little Princess is all of five today, and what a long way we've come together! She took in my ramblings and stories with equal ease. She brought me friends, who read what I wrote, praised and critiqued, but most importantly held me when I faltered. For all this and more, I remain eternally thankful - you know who you all are!

These 5 years have taught me a lot. It taught me the importance of good content, it made me realise the strength of effective networking, and most of all, it helped me realise that my greatest joy is in writing. TLP happened without a thought, I had not paid much attention to the naming of this blog, nor to the content that I'd be featuring here. As a result, I have been rambling about everything I can think of here - dabbling in poetry and fiction with as much flourish as in parenting and relationship topics. But I guess, most of have been in the exact same spot and we need a nudge in the right direction to help us know where we should be heading.

An inspiring post from a fellow blogger, Sid, made me question if TLP is a brand yet, and also made me realise that I do not have a niche. I had to push myself to introspect, but the Eureka moment occurred when a friend happened to accidentally reveal to me what it was!

Armed with a new thought, I wondered how I could revamp TLP without taking away the essence of the blog. Over the years TLP had developed a character of her own and I was not sure I wanted to tear down everything to start from scratch and develop this into a niche blog. So TLP stays till she wants to! So I went on to the next best thing...

On her birthday, TLP announces the birth of her little sister, "Ground Coffee Bean". The 'About' page tells you the idea behind Ground Coffee Bean.

Do hop over and say hello to TLP's little sister! She needs all your love!  Let me know what you think.

P.S. I'm experimenting with WordPress for the first time, and hence I'm still trying to get used to it. The site is still in its infancy. Blogger definitely seems like a more user-friendly interface.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Wishful Thinking!


If I could buy a ticket to travel
Where would I want to go?
To the hills, to the oceans, or forests,
Or to the mountains capped with snow?
These places I've been to before,
And they've thrilled me to bits each time,
But that's not where this ride will be,
Oh,where do I put my dime?

Perhaps, I know a better place,
 I'd travel down my memory lane,
Just the place I wish I could go,
To re-live my childhood again.
I'd like to find the stop where I,
Left my innocent self behind,
I'd like to know when I really grew up,
Enmeshed in the daily grind.

I want to know the station where,
My chirpy-self got away,
I've since searched high and low for her,
I've missed her every single day!
I want the little 'Me' back again,
That is where this ticket is to,
I wish I could find her again one day, 
And bid this strange-self adieu!

Written for the prompt "Wishful Thinking" as a part of the Bar-A-Thon - a week long blogging marathon for bloggers. If you'd like to participate, or read what other bloggers have to say, visit the BAR for more details.
I'm with #Team Crimson Rush!

Friday, August 5, 2016

Tiny Shoes

I look at the pair of tiny shoes,
Warm and fluffy and yellow,
And think of the times when it adorned the feet, 
Of a sweet little fellow.
These are my little one's shoes!!

I trace the tiger’s face on them, 
And feel the glow in its eyes,
It reminds me of the scare he had, 
And thereafter, his incessant cries!

I measure his tiny shoes, 
Against the palm of my hand,
And then I look at him and realise, 
How tall he now stands.

It is in these shoes that he learnt to walk,
After falling a hundred times,
In them, he learnt to kick the ball,
And dance to melodious rhymes. 

He’d wear these shoes, play music, 
And do a cute little jig,
But time has run so quickly away, 
And my baby’s grown so big.

No matter how large his shoes become, 
No matter they take him wherever,
I know I’ll love him and hold him close,
In my heart forever.


Written for the prompt "Tiny Shoes" as a part of the Bar-A-Thon - a - week long blogging marathon for bloggers. If you'd like to participate, or read what other bloggers have to say, visit the BAR for more details.
I'm with #Team Crimson Rush!

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Caught Red-handed..

Maya sifted through the contents of the drawer, muttering something under her breath.

‘We are getting late. Hurry up, Maya. You know how bad the traffic is.’

‘Two minutes, Ravi, I can’t find my pink lipstick,’ she said now shuffling through her purse.

‘C’mon, put on something else.’

‘It’s strange Ravi, but in the past couple of months a lot of my things have been disappearing – lipsticks, earrings, even some clothes.’

‘Who can steal these things? You must have misplaced them somewhere,’ he said picking up the car keys and heading out. ‘In the car, 5 minutes, be quick.’

‘Ravi, could it be Nakku? I mean, who else is there in the house?’

 ‘’You must be out of your mind, Nakku Bai is 70 yrs old, and she’s been a trusted servant of this house for the past 3 generations. My mom never had a complaint against her. And have you ever seen her put on lipstick? She wouldn’t even fit into your clothes. C’mon hurry up now, can’t we do this later?’

‘Okay, okay, I’ll think about it in the evening. Let’s go.’

Ravi was about to start his car, when she stopped him. ‘Hey, wait, Kiran’s college fees are due today, I’ll quickly go and give him the cheque.’

Ravi made a face. ‘Quick.’

She nodded and ran into the house. ‘Nakku Maushi,’ she called out, ‘Has Kiran left for college?’

‘He was sitting here watching TV,’ said Nakku. 'I think I saw him go to his room after you went out.'

This boy, she thought, he can sit all day watch TV but not remember to collect the cheque for his fees. When will he grow up? 

Maya hurriedly wrote a cheque and scampered to Kiran’s room. Kiran was not in the room. Maya sighed. Let me ask Nakku to give this to him, she thought. Just as she turned to leave, she heard the creak of the door.

Emerging from the closet believing his parents to have left for work, was Kiran, the pink lipstick on his lips, and her blue earrings dangling from his ear. 


Written for the prompt "Caught Red-handed" as a part of the Bar-A-Thon - a - week long blogging marathon for bloggers. If you'd like to participate, or read what other bloggers have to say, visit the BAR for more details.
I'm with #Team Crimson Rush!

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Fragile lives

In to your soothing hands
I offered myself,
entrusting your heart,
to beat as one with mine,
hoping the rhythm of your body,
takes me to the altissimo
and entwines me in an enharmonic interval
before the chords explode 
into earth shattering beats
sending me into rapturous rhapsodies
and the heart into deep content,
lost in your covenant to be merged
into one, and become
ethereal and eternal.


The  percussion ceases,
even before it climaxes
the cymbals, the timpani, and the tambourine fall silent,
I watch helplessly
as the chords plummet
and fall to their deaths
a double bar silences me even before
we could
quaver and crotchet, stave and clef
the covenant shattered
the duet scattered
dreams lying in the shards
broken not by the treble
but the Judas kiss
fragile lives, with flesh and blood
lie rotting sans vehemence
and now all is still.
it is in this quietude
that I must drown
myself and
that inner voice of mine.

Written for the prompt "Fragile lives" as a part of the Bar-A-Thon - a - week long blogging marathon for bloggers. If you'd like to participate, or read what other bloggers have to say, visit the BAR for more details.
I'm with #Team Crimson Rush!

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

What you don't know...

I happened to listen to this funny and yet hard hitting 1950s song written by Herb Magidson and sung by Doris Day.

You work and work for years and years 
You're always on the go
You never take a minute off
Too busy makin' dough
Someday, you say, you'll have your fun
When you're a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you'll have
In your old rockin' chair!

Yeah! That could be me, I remember thinking, imagining a wrinkled me sitting on the rocking chair, thinking of all that I didn’t do!

Why, it could be anyone of us, don’t you think? I have been infinitely putting off all chances of having fun. It has always been tomorrow, next time, sometime, not now… That’s all that I have been promising myself. And I’m sure that’s exactly what you have been doing too! Worrying about what you don't know,  and sometimes about what you do, but worrying nevertheless!

We haven’t given a thought to how that ’morrow will be…perhaps, err… like this?

You're so afraid that you will bite off 
More than you can chew
don’t be afraid, you won't have teeth
When you reach ninety-two.
Next year for sure, you'll see the world,
You’ll really get around
but how far can you travel when
You’re six feet underground?

It made me laugh. It made me tap my feet, but then it also made me stop and take a moment to contemplate when she ends the song with,

Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself
it’s later than you think.

Indeed, it’s later than we think!What were we thinking!

So stop what you are doing for a minute. Stretch yourself, take a walk to the garden and smell the roses! Look at the sun glide down the horizon. Look at the flock of chirping birds fly homewards.

Take that road trip you have been planning to take for ages, and no, don’t let that important meeting get in the way. Imagine, if you are dead tomorrow, the meeting will still go on, perhaps the team will observe two minutes of silence in your honour!

Call your parents, spend time with your loved ones, and collect the memories. You don’t want to be left without memories tomorrow, do you? Nobody waits for your tomorrow, not time, and definitely not people.

We see people leaving the mortal world every day and yet we like to think that we are immortal, like we have been guaranteed an extended stay on this earth! What makes us think that we can postpone everything today and hope to do it “sometime later” when we have the time? How are we so sure that day will come? 

How can we base our entire life on what we don't know?

If the right time to do anything is there, it is now. So what are you waiting for? You know what to do, don’t you?

Enjoy yourself it's later than you think 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself
it’s later than you think.

Listen to the song, I'm sure you'll enjoy it!


Written for the prompt "What you don't know" as a part of the Bar-A-Thon - a - week long blogging marathon for bloggers. If you'd like to participate, or read what other bloggers have to say, visit the BAR for more details.  
I am with #Team Crimson Rush! 

Monday, August 1, 2016

Stranger than fiction!

Twelve bananas maketh a dozen, not six or nine or seven,
I wondered why, that seemed so strange, as I looked upward to heaven,
The stars told me the story of the zodiac signs, à la twelve,
The sun and moon with their twelve-hourly clock, further made me delve.

The Chinese, Hindus, Hebrews, Gregorians, in twelve they measure their year,
Twelve Olympian God’s and twelve Jyotirlingas, say you’ve nothing to fear.
Twelve Alwars have the Vaishnavites and Twelve Imams succeeded Muhammed,
Twelve apostles carried forth Jesus’ work, after His blood was shed,

Twelve Swarastanas in Hindustani and Carnatic, form a musical octave,
The function keys, the telephone and face cards, yeah! twelve are what they have.
Twelve pies made an Anna, twelve ounces a Troy pound,
Twelve pence made a shilling, and a foot, twelve inches long!

Twelve cranial nerves and twelve pairs of ribs, make the human body strong,
Zwölffingerdarm, as the Germans say, the intestine is twelve inches long,
Twelve’s a single-morpheme name in English, did you have a clue?
And in math, a sublime number and superfactorial too!

Ain’t all that interesting, ain’t that stranger than fiction?
Twelve Rashis are what, will make your life’s prediction!
From math to science and English, to art and God above,
Isn't it strange how everywhere, the number Twelve well behoves!


Written for the prompt "Stranger than Fiction" as a part of the 'Bar-A-Thon' - a  week-long blogging marathon for bloggers. If you'd like to participate, or read what other bloggers have to say, visit the BAR for more details. 
 I'm with #Team Crimson Rush :)

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