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Name of the book: Tharki Author: Kunal Marathe Published by: Legendary Books India Number of Pages: 202 Genre: Non-Fiction T harki, a Hindi word, which in English means someone who is lascivious, pervert or lewd; however the story of this book is nowhere close to its meaning. The story is of a guy from a middle-class Maharastrian family, wherein it is very common for the parents to work hard to make sure their child goes to the best possible school/college and pursue great careers, falls in love with a girl at his school - Tara. While the love story takes an abrupt yet a dramatic twist, the story gets nothing but more interesting. The author and the protagonist of the story – Kunal, goes through a series of repercussion post his break up with Tara; he gives up his dream career in Merchant Navy and lands up in a dingy room where all he does is smoke his lungs out and becomes a drunkard. His constant friends during his bad (and later, the good) days were Har...

"Don't run behind the things you wish to have. The more you run behind those things, the faster they'll run away from you." after a small pause he continued, "Wait and see, you'll get that thing you've been running behind!", h e said with such simplicity and warmth that I got silent for a few seconds. "Are you even listening to what I am saying?" he asked "Yes, I am." I replied, still lost in the train of  thoughts. "You think too much and take unnecessary tension about things which do not even matter that much. Let go. Breathe. Things will fall in place and you'll be at peace." he continued to say while all I did was listen. "See, everyone has a timing which is set by God. Today you have it, tomorrow someone else will. Similarly, today someone else has it, tomorrow who knows, you'd have it. Why worry about what someone has and you don't and sadden yourself? Huh?" I was walking in the ...

(photo courtesy: Goodreads) Paulo Coelho has been my favourite author since ages; his writing is so simple and so motivational, that the reader can see themselves as the protagonist of the story and live in the magical world as the story progresses... I finished Brida in less than 24 hours! It was so intriguing that I lost myself in the book and the story. On a personal note, it helped me connect a few dots of my own destiny ! The story is of a young Irish girl, Brida, who is in search of her destiny and struggles to find a balance between her relationship and the desire to transform herself! Here are few excerpts from the book -  When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the Way! Every moment in life is an act of faith 'Do you know what Magic is?' he asked. 'It's a bridge between the visible world and the invisib...

Want to read a depressing story and get depressed yourself? Or do you wish to get bored till death? Or do you just want to read another book by Durjoy Datta and when you finish it, want to question why did you buy the book in the first place? Hola Amigos! If you have answered any of the above question as a NO, then please, a humble request, DO NOT buy or read the book. The book i am talking about today, is The Boy Who Loved , by Durjoy Datta! The plot of the novel which by the way is the first part of a two-part romance, revolves around few characters - Raghu - a teenage Bengali guy, who deep down has a guilt of letting his 'best friend' drown in the school's swimming pool, who comes from a middle class, typical Bengali family and who aspires to study in IIT. He gets fascinated to Brahmi. Brahmi - a tall, beautiful girl, who is almost like him, yet different. Staying with her uncle and aunt, she is the school topper, but mysterious. Raghu d...

As we boarded the plane and took our seats, I had a strange feeling inside my heart. "Finally, here we are! Off to Leh Ladakh!" I said to my best friend, who looked at me and had a big smiled glued on her face. As the plane took off, I started telling her about Punjab, the culture and how they talk.  Unknowingly I had a Punjabi accent while talking at which she kept laughing all the while. 2 hours and 10 minutes later, as we reached nearer to Chandigarh, my heart started pounding faster. Punjab! Mitti di khusboo, the people, gurdwara! Koyal kooke hook uthaye Yaadon ki bandook chalaye Baagon mein jhoolon ke mausam wapas aaye re Ghar aaja pardesi tera des bulaye re The song from Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge played in the back of my mind. As we landed at the Chandigarh airport and got down the plane, I looked around, took a deep breath and smelt Punjab. The familiar smell hit my nostrils and a big smile spread across my face. Nostalgia! As we entered the...

You know what is frustrating? Getting mixed vibes. Giving confusing signals. Keeping someone waiting! You know what is the saddening? Someone saying 'I could not say bye to you', or 'I didn't want to leave you and go.' and yet, s/he leaves or makes one feel that they did. You know what is the worst thing to do? Make someone believe you like them and that there's something special between you two and then, then just leave them on double blue tick marks or on a read message! Life is simple. But you know what is more difficult to understand than a woman? It is, understanding a Man. Yes, it is. Well, in most cases! One day he is there with you, making you smile, fall for him, caring for you or pulling you closer in the blanket because it's cold and windy and then, a few days later he won't even revert to your messages, let alone be striking a conversation first. As emotional as we girls are, we fall for their such rare chivalry. We like the ...

"Let’s play a game! First Impressions!" Manav exclaimed. Everyone stopped playing cards and looked at him intently. With his trademark broad smile, he continued, "Yes. First Impressions. We all will share our first impressions about each one in this room and then we'll also have to tell how that person is now." Everyone echoed simultaneously, "Yes! That's fun." She giggled at the thought of this game and the 1st person she thought was the one she met during this trip and loved the most. She started sharing her 1st impression about him and how she judged him for being so aloof and who looked so lost on the very first day of their trip. She had mocked his fashion sense with the bag he was carrying with him. "What about now?" Manav asked her. She looked at him, who she swore as her son, who was the first person she would go and check on after waking up, help him pack his bags every single day, in spite of an i...