Can you see the lines in the pic? What do you think about them?
Many Indian households follow certain rituals and traditions when a baby is born. Among such rituals like chhati, annaprashan, mundan, etc, naming ceremony of a baby is also celebrated in many parts of India. In order to give a name to the baby, there is a special celebration. People even keep names starting with specific letters on the basis of birth time and stars of the baby.
In our case, we named our kids not on the basis of a specific letter or a star or hold any such celebrations. We simply selected a few names as per the trend and gathered the meaning of these names. Before my second child was born, we were going through a difficult time. When I was expecting my second child, I had a strong feeling that I would have a baby girl (as I wanted a girl, ‘ghar ki laxmi’). But, God had a different plan and I was blessed with two boys.
Among many names shortlisted, Vaibhavi was one of the names (to celebrate the arrival of ghar ki laxmi). As I had a baby boy, we named him Vaibhav. Vaibhav means wealth. When I received the personalized Baby Dove nourishing baby lotion bottle with Vaibhav written over it, it felt really special. It gave a personal touch to that bottle of baby lotion. Now, it is a part of our memory bank and I am so thankful for that.
Affectionately we call him Bobo, Vaibo, Vibhu and Vaibhu. Now Vaibhav also knows his name and if we ask him, “Who has done this?” He will reply, “Bobo”
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People are born, get education, take up a job and start earning. We all live a rat race, where everyone is busy in doing their everyday mundane works. Kids are busy in going to school, extra classes, tuitions and completing their homework. Homemakers are busy in taking care of kids and other members of family, cooking, cleaning, shopping and doing other household chores. Bread earners are busy in going to work, meetings, project deadlines, money management, savings and taking care of all money matters.
In our daily routine life, we all are very busy in playing our part; getting up in the morning, doing our work, eating food, playing or watching television and then going back to sleep. Weekends are there for relaxing, but, weekends get even busier than weekdays. This monotonous cycle goes on day in and out. We are busy in playing our part. In all these, we forget about enjoyment, relaxation or about unwinding ourselves.
Life is short and nobody knows, if we are going to get a second chance to live. Education, household chores, office work, savings are very much-needed, still, we need to play, spend time together as a family and have some enjoyment in life. Enjoyment and relaxation is very important to keep our lives moving smoothly. Having some fun in life is like a lubricant for a vehicle, very much-needed for the smooth functioning of our lives. We earn money, do savings, plan retirement solutions and other stuff so that we can live our lives happily. But, in all these, we forget to live our lives.
Happiness, enjoyment or relaxation in life can be found even in small gestures. Having a family meal at a restaurant or going for a movie, planning a one day picnic or a long vacation, anything can rejuvenate our boring life. I feel people earn money to live their lives happily and this earning should not become the main motto of our life, living happily should be. Don’t think that once you retire, you can relax and enjoy your life. No. Now is the time to enjoy and live your life and this time will not come back.
Go on outings, vacations, movies, try to taste every food. When you retire, may be your body will not allow you to devour all the different delicacies or your body will not be able to tolerate different climatic conditions. May be you will have money after you retire, but, you may not have all the people in life to enjoy it with. Now is the best time to enjoy your life. Whole life you can earn and save but make a deliberate effort to enjoy and relax.
Live life and enjoy as if you will not get a second chance because Zindagi na milegi dobara (you won’t get a second life). So book your tickets, pack your bags and go on a mesmerizing vacation.
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Corridors of Time by Vinay Krishnan
Corridors of Time tracks the story of a sensitive young man who grows from carefree childhood to eventful manhood – one who stumbles before learning to stride through those dark and dense passages.
Set in Bangalore – a city of paradoxes. of gardens and garbage heaps. of technology and traffic snarls. of friendly people and failing infrastructure. when bungalows had gardens and pavements were meant for pedestrians. this is a narrative of the human spirit.
Rohan, an idealistic young sports lover experiences rejection, dark dejection and isolation and hurtles down the path to self destruction.
Shyla, attractive and successful is everything his heart yearns for and his body desires, except, she is married!
Chandrika, simple and devoted fails to understand the man she loves.
The shuklas long for justice denied by the system.
And khalid fears nothing and no one …anymore.
About the Author:
Vinay Krishnan describes himself as a ‘complete Bangalorean’. A student of Clarence High School, he graduated in Humanities from St Joseph’s College. Earning a diploma in Business Administration, he began his career at Usha International Ltd and rose to a position of Senior Sales manager. Vinay has now set up a construction firm of his own. He also writes and devotes his time to an NGO assisting people with disability. The city of his dreams, Bangalore, where he stays with his wife and daughter, continues to inspire and exasperate him. He can be reached at – firstname.lastname@example.org.
Praises for the Book:
The book is simple in style and content, for often it is this simplicity that bewilders and rouses
~ Shri S . Rajendra Babu, Former Chief Justice of India
The book has excellent literary craftsmanship, passion humour and adventure. Highly recommended.
~ Mr. Namboodiri, former Asst. Editor, Deccan Herald
This charming book about old Bangalore is written in a racy easy-to-read style.
~ Deccan Herald, Bangalore.
Book: You came like hope
Author: Jyoti Arora
Book type: Fiction
Price: ₹235/-, paperback
Number of pages: EBook, 228
About the book:
“I heard them mourn my death. I lay in the next room. Motionless, silent, and staring at the ceiling.”
“When it comes to a broken person, some of them are expert at blinding you. Spend an entire evening with such a person, but you may still not know how he is crushing inside.”
“Who would say no to him? He is smart, intelligent, super handsome, rich, suave and sophisticated. He’s perfect!”
“Pooja gave no explanation. She asked no forgiveness. She just arrived in his home, resenting him for being her husband.”
“He had smiled as if nothing was wrong.
He had behaved as if he still had his dreams and hopes.
He had pretended as if it didn’t hurt.
But it did.”
Does Destiny hold the key to our happiness?
Is it always the feeble that is the victim?
Love can be the embrace of heaven. But what happens when it unleashes hellfire?
Lose yourself in the intense narrative of You Came Like Hope as it unleashes a rollercoaster of emotions, uncovers some bitter truths, challenges widespread prejudices, and forces you to reconsider your beliefs.
I feel that the story line is quite interesting with twin sisters in the lead. The character of Adih is adorable and every girl would love to have a partner like him. I feel the book conveys a very strong message.
“Circumstances can bring out the best and the worst in a person.”
Blaming the circumstances, luck and the Almighty is very easy and convenient, but, taking charge of the situation and fighting against the odds, is what makes a winner. Peehu always kept on cribbing about her luck and the circumstances. The same unfortunate circumstances lead her to transform into a confident person.
True love always triumphs and everyone loves that. Adjustments in love don’t work and cannot thrive for long. Same happened with Peehu and Uday. I really like happy endings and here also everything fell into its right place at the end. Everything in the book is good, the story, the flow and the characters. Still, I disliked two things in the book. Firstly, in the beginning I was very confused about what is going on in the story and felt lost. But, slowly things clear out. Secondly, the story abruptly comes to an end. The relationship between Peehu and Uday could have been a little more elaborate in the end.
About the Author:
Jyoti Arora is a novelist and blogger from Ghaziabad. You Came Like Hope is her third novel, coming after Dream’s Sake and Lemon Girl. She is Post Graduate in English Literature and Applied Psychology.
Jyoti has over five years of experience working as a freelance writer. This experience includes abridging over 24 famous English classics like Jane Eyre, Moby Dick etc.
Jyoti Arora is a patient of Thalassemia Major. But she does not let this stop or discourage her. For her determination and achievements, Jyoti has received appreciation from Ms Sheila Dixit, Ms Maneka Gandhi and the Ghaziabad wing of BJP. Her life story has been covered in various local and national TV shows, radio programs, newspapers, magazines and websites like YourStory and Inspire India. She was also one of the ‘100 Women Achievers of India’ that were invited to witness the Republic Day parade of India (2016) as special guests.
Besides reading and writing novels, Jyoti also enjoys blogging and has won several blogging competitions. She loves checking out latest technological innovations, watching movies, and listening to old Bollywood songs. Reach her at jyotiarora.com.
My Rating: 3.5/5
A soft and subtle love story, if you believe in love then this book is for you. If you feel that destiny is always conspiring against you then read this book to come out of your self pity.
About the Book:
has pivoted many a relationship across the centuries. Whether it is Othello
suspicious of Desdemona or through the rise of paranoia as a trope in twentieth
century writings. While paranoia naturally suggests the vulnerability of
individual mind to social rhetoric, it is also the space for deep interrogation
of the individual that renders him/her to paranoia. This novel presents that
doubt has the potential to be a space of liberation.
works in Jordan to rehabilitate Syrian refugees. Zehen, a political analyst
from India, meets her in the US during their social impact program. He is
intrigued and charmed by her, and falls deeply in love. But the world political
climate, with its accompanying cultural narratives about terror and pain, infects
Zehen’s mind. Zehen begins to suspect Madeeha as a possible mujahid. Will he
find his truth?
doesn’t devastate; it stirs the inner pot. It is a tender love story that
triumphs heartbreaks and sets the foundation of deep lasting future relationships
– a delightful emancipation from social intrigues and cultural constraints.
was experiencing sweet joy in his heart. Memories bustled in the head.
did he first see her? Zehen searched his head madly. Orientation session?
Corridor to the classroom? However, he tried, he couldn’t pinpoint the moment.
A whirr of images, of moments, yet-to-be collaged. And a heart that already had
a narrative, waiting to be inset.
imagine that all romantic stories will have a sigh-worthy romantic beginning.
But beginnings are when the heart awakens, when the soul remembers. A presence
stills and emerges from the shadows of time.
first memory was when she introduced herself in the class. They had gathered at
Presidium University for a one-year course on Social Impact Leadership. Outside,
the white fringe tree was laden with its grape-like fruits. The pine, oak and
spruce waited for winter to tell the world how unchangeable they were. And the
old Redwood stood proud like the institution itself. Inside, in the warm
classroom, students from various cultures across the world had gathered.
Icebreaker session was on and the usual round of introductions.
is a ritual. A cumbersome ritual. How does one reduce the tapestry of one’s
entire existence, the colors, and the many weaves into a single palatable
published my first book in 2015 and my second book in early 2016. I was single
at the time and using dating apps to meet other single people. I met a girl in
mid-2016 who took fancy to my dating profile, especially that I am an author.
After a couple of meetings, She demanded that I write about her. I jokingly
told her that I am a Phoenix writer, i.e., I fall in love, get dumped, and
write about my failed relationship. She broke-up with me, and still invariably pings
whether I am including ‘her and our relationship’ in my upcoming book(s).
genesis of this book came about while I was on a cross-country train ride in
the US. I met Mark who had been a successful marketing professional with considerable
international marketing experience. He had travelled to all of Asia and
understood the regional peculiarities.
was later diagnosed with lung cancer. By the time, it was detected, it was
stage 3. He was put under radiation and intensive chemotherapy. He went in for
three other opinions. All of them agreed that the cancer was aggressive and
spreading fast. He searched for the latest treatments and sought to enter
clinical trials. The process lasted for two years.
the meantime, the cancer advanced. The doctors said the cancer was incurable
and he didn’t have long to live. It took him weeks of denial to come around to
the truth – he didn’t have long to live.
returned home from a long walk one evening and asked himself a crucial
question: “If I am going to die, then I might as well die straight away. What
is point of waiting for death to show up?”
evening he ate well, watched a movie with his girlfriend, poured himself a rare
scotch and sat at his study. It was time. He wrote out his letter – love and
wishes to his family, loved ones and friends, his last wishes about funeral,
information on his will, and a general note thanking all. He placed it in an
envelope. He planned to kill himself early morning. He finished his scotch,
brushed and went to bed.
the middle of night, he woke up to a noise. The light was on in the study and
he could hear sniffles. He walked cautiously up and there in the study, his
girlfriend was holding his suicide letter and crying. He watched her as her
body crumpled and sink into chair. Her face contorted in agony. In her face, he
saw what was the consequence of his action. The penny dropped.
paled and listened in horror. Mark continued, “I realized that our life is
never ours. We are nothing but a bundle of emotions for the people who love us
and the people we love. The meaning of life is to optimize for the happiness of
such people. There’s nothing more to living.
day on, I have been living for maximizing the happiness of my loved ones”
how I stumbled on lean in to relationships; it has become my life philosophy.
was born into poverty. At the time of my birth, my parents shared a one -room
hut with six other family members in one of the poorest neighborhoods of Delhi.
was a hot day in the month of March 1995. I was in standard 4th and had an
examination the following day. As was regular in that locality, we didn’t have
electricity that day. I couldn’t study or sleep properly. One of the watershed
moments happened when I came back from school the next day. We had an inverter
installed at home. I knew we couldn’t afford an inverter. But my dad was always
convinced that the way out of poverty for our family is through education.
an interest in creative writing, I chose to study a subject that society values
more – Finance. Later, I got into one of
the top colleges for finance in the country. My first salary out of college (in
2007, when I was 20 years old) was higher than that of my dad’s salary at the time.
I was 24 years old, I had everything that makes one happy – loving parents,
great partner, close-knit group of friends, and career path that exceeded every
goal. Yet, I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sad either; but it never felt like my life.
I had carefully and meticulously built that life though. Contextually, it was
the safe thing to do.
year though, I had to deal with the loss of my 7 year old relationship and of
my 5 year old job. My identity was crushed. My biggest lesson was that you can
fail at what you don’t want, and what you consider safe; you might as well take
a chance at what you truly want.
year, I got my ‘ideal’ job but walked away from it. Failure had taught me to be
more ambitious and audacious. I had reached a point in my life where I wanted
my work to have more meaning; and to stand for something more important than
started a political consulting company to maneuver social ascendance of
marginalized communities by equalizing access to political capital. I primarily did topical research for MPs for
their debates in the parliament and on TV shows. Partial project list includes:
Providing 108 rape survivors with medical,
legal, financial, and social support over six months through one of my client’s
Getting amendments passed in the communal
violence bill that tackle systemic bias towards Muslims
Helping three social entrepreneurs raise a
combined total of INR 43 lakhs from their MP for community initiatives
with running my own company, I focused on my passion for writing and traveling
as well. I solo travelled to all seven
wonders of the world, and did two-cross country trips by train in India and in
the US. I have also written and
published three fiction novels.