Why I am the Way I am

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One’s life is the most interesting piece of fiction one will ever encounter in his or her lifetime. For in life, as in a novel, or a short story, there will be numerous twists and turns, and you will never know when which twist will completely change the face of your life and the direction of your journey.

When I won my first story writing competition in, I think, my 5th grade, I used to tell everyone who asked, that I wanted to become a teacher. An English teacher, to be precise. I was in love with the language even then, and more importantly, I was completely awed by my English teachers. They way they spoke, their diction, made me completely besotted with the language. I spent hours after school scribbling poems on my rough notes. I participated in speech competitions, essay competitions and anything else that had the slightest inkling of English in it. Continue reading

How do You Steam Things Up? Ask Sundari!

As an author, writing intimate scenes, or describing the act of making love is part and parcel of your ‘writer-hood’. Although, I admit, I find it hard to write scenes that are deliciously intimate, and don’t sound vulgar or trashy. However, there is one author, who is also a wonderful online friend and an inspiration to me as to a lot of other authors, who cruises through these intimate scenes with such finesse and taste, that she amazes me every single time. She’s Sundari Venkataraman, author of three Amazon bestsellers, and many more lined up in the pipeline. I asked her, “Oh Sundari! Pray tell me how you do it? What’s the secret that turns your words into such a delight to read!” To which she has responded with this insightful and interesting guest post. So without much further ado, let me make way for the inimitable Sundari Venkataraman, who has agreed to grace my blog today with her guest post -  Continue reading

A Review of Helpline by Uday Mane

 

Helpline

by Uday Mane

The Blurb

Samir is suicidal. Rachael works for a suicide helpline. Fate connects them through a phone call. And so begins Samir’s story of love, longing, errors, regret and a girl who changed his life. As his story reaches its conclusion, Rachael will know the true reason behind his suicidal tendencies. But this suicide helpline is not any ordinary service. There is more to the mysterious and yet so convincing voice of Rachael. As this new mystery begins to unfold, Samir is going to discover three things:What is The Helpline?

Who is Rachael?

What is Samir’s own identity?

Every year, several teenagers in India attempt suicide because of failing relationships, dwindling careers, parental pressure or the competitive world. This story is about one such teenager, his early problems and the hurdles to cope with them. This story is about finding hope in the struggle. This story is about fighting for what you believe in and discovering your true identity. This is not a story about falling in love. This is a story of rising from a failed love story.

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By Yamini Vijendran Posted in Musings

Moments of Anticipation

I finished my light dinner and got ready to leave. N had already taken the packed up bag to the car. My brother S was waiting in the car, happy and ready to act as my driver for this journey. Amma stood before our huge array of Gods, asking them all to give me strength. I joined her, heart beating fast with excitement. Five minutes later we were speeding towards our destination – the Maternity Hospital. Continue reading

Psyched Out

Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up from a dream, and can’t shake it out of your head for the rest of the day? Well, I am having such a day today. It is 10 am now. Amol and Parag have left for school and work. The house is quiet after the hustle bustle of the morning routine. I settle back with a cup of coffee and the newspaper on the couch. It is time for my daily me time, before I get into the cleaning-cooking-washing routine. But today, my eyes just can’t seem to take in any words. The dream keeps playing over and over in my mind, and the images keep flashing in front of my eyes like a movie on loop.

It is surely one of the most bizarre dreams I have ever had. I cannot make head or tail of it now, but it still seems so real. Continue reading

Eloquently Yours

She looked at the jungle of words on the screen in front of her. She had been furiously nudging the keyboard for the past half hour, putting together word after word, pouring all that was ravaging her heart on to the email textbox. Now that she had exhausted the downpour, she scrolled up, surprising herself to find such a lengthy and verbose mail.

He is never going to read this. Never mind. She hovered the mouse over the ‘Discard Drafts’ button, before settling on Save and leaving it in the middle of scores of similar drafts languishing in her mailbox. All words and emotions she had wanted to express, but never could. Continue reading