tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50015925276063334412024-02-06T23:43:40.101-08:00A Pen, a Paper and SolitudeBooks, musings, short stories, fiction and more...Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-5674910746872237402017-09-15T22:33:00.000-07:002017-09-15T22:33:29.928-07:00Jurassic Park Series #1 - The Book by Michael Crichton<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A billionaire has created a technique to clone dinosaurs. From the DNA that his crack team of scientists extract, he is able to grow the dinosaurs in his laboratories and lock them away on an island behind electric fences, creating a sort of theme park. He asks a group of scientists from several different fields to come and view the park, but something goes terribly wrong when a worker on the island turns traitor and shuts down the power.<br />
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Jurassic Park, as for most people, has always been my childhood fantasy. As an 8 year old kid, seeing a dinosaur for the first time(albeit on screen) was an amazing experience. The movie with it's perfect cast, goosebumps-inducing BGM, amazing CGI so advanced for it's time captured my imagination as a child and made me feel watching it is an experience that no one should miss.<br />
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Now that I had such a nostalgic connection with the movie, I couldn't resist picking up the book when I visited a local bookstore. It felt like the book was there waiting for me, destined to be picked up by me. Opening the pages of the book, I was transported 20 years back to the days of innocence. The book, not only overwhelmed me with nostalgia but brought the dinosaurs back to life in a way even better the movie I'd say. I was glad to be back in the park of dreams built by John Hammond, I was glad to be chased by Rexy and I was glad that I got a completely different perspective on Jurassic Park through the book.<br />
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For starters, the book had more detailing. The process of creating dinosaurs - the DNA sampling, hatching and growing them are all beautifully explained in such a way that even someone who has zero knowledge on genetics and science could understand it. I also found that the book differed from the movie in characterization aspect and there were even subtle plot differences.(Differences between the movie and the book in coming up in another blog post soon.). The book also has it's share of fast-paced edge of the seat action and thrills. Grant and his mates being chased by the highly intelligent and skilled velociraptors is a treat to read.<br />
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Hands down, my favorite parts of the book were the 'rants' that Ian Malcolm often got into. Be it him explaining the Chaos Theory or the Fractal Curve, or him admonishing Hammond and telling him about the timeless journey of planet Earth are just literary wonders. I could read those monologues by Ian Malcolm again and again and still my mind would not have gotten enough.<br />
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This is one book that no one should miss. It offers a lot more than the movies will ever offer. Close your eyes and go for it. You will not regret it. See you in Jurassic Park!<br />
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“The planet has survived everything, in its time. It will certainly survive us.”<br />
<br />“Let's be clear. The planet is not in jeopardy. We are in jeopardy. We haven't got the power to destroy the planet - or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves.”<br />
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“You know, at times like this one feels, well, perhaps extinct animals should be left extinct.”<br />
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“All major changes are like death. You can't see to the other side until you are there.”<br />
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“Living systems are never in equilibrium. They are inherently unstable. They may seem stable, but they’re not. Everything is moving and changing. In a sense, everything is on the edge of collapse.” </div>
Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-24909694950880695142016-12-04T04:58:00.000-08:002016-12-04T05:05:24.015-08:00The Shining - Stephen King<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Danny was only five years old but in the words of old Mr Halloran he was a 'shiner', aglow with psychic voltage. When his father became caretaker of the Overlook Hotel his visions grew frighteningly out of control.<br />
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As winter closed in and blizzards cut them off, the hotel seemed to develop a life of its own. It was meant to be empty, but who was the lady in Room 217, and who were the masked guests going up and down in the elevator? And why did the hedges shaped like animals seem so alive?<br />
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Somewhere, somehow there was an evil force in the hotel - and that too had begun to shine...<br />
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If ever there was one book that made me fear the dark and made my spine tingle with dread, this is it. This book was my third Stephen King novel and his first two books that I read had not gone down well with me. I read <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11570.Dreamcatcher?from_search=true" target="_blank">Dreamcatcher</a> and <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10614.Misery?from_search=true" target="_blank">Misery</a> before this book and I understood that I have not read the best of Stephen King yet. Amidst this background, The Shining came as a great surprise loaded with horror and terror that can inflict fear on the bravest of hearts.<br />
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In his previous two books, I felt Stephen King was beating around the bush a little as he was taking loads of time to get to the main event. I felt that problem resurfacing in this book in the beginning. I still feel Jack's history of alcohol abuse was a little off track to the main plot. However, once the reader toils through a handful of pages and finds the Torrance family locked up in The Overlook for the winter, the action begins and there is not let up in the intensity and the pace from then on.<br />
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I'm still amazed how an author can bring fear to the minds of people just by "words". He doesn't get to use visual effects; he doesn't get to use sound effects; he doesn't get to use 'Jump Scare' techniques. All the author has at his disposal are "WORDS". And yet, I must say, the words from the pen of Stephen King has managed to surpass all techniques that a traditional horror movie director employs to scare his/her audience. Perhaps, that is why, the film adaptation of this novel <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081505/" target="_blank">The Shing (Movie)</a> directed by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000040/?ref_=tt_ov_dr" target="_blank">Stanley Kubrick</a> did not impress me as much as the novel did. There are some people who say the <a href="https://www.buzzfeed.com/louispeitzman/movies-that-are-better-than-the-book?utm_term=.ngVmBMglq#.wpKWwzv0g" target="_blank">movie is better than the book</a>, but I firmly differ from their opinion.<br />
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The characters are all well-developed. The Overlook, the haunted hotel is itself a terrific character with a mysterious and horrific past.<br />
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I personally liked Wendy, who struggles to save her son from his father who has fallen into the clutches of the haunted hotel and is slowly going insane. Dick Halloran is another character who leaves a mark in the reader's minds after the book is completed. I liked the fact that there are so few characters so that the reader is not burdened with too much clutter that are not essential to the central plot. King means business in this book.<br />
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Remember <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joey_Tribbiani" target="_blank">Joey Tribbiani</a> in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108778/" target="_blank">Friends</a>, hiding The Shining in the freezer? Well, that is one way to avoid the Overlook haunting you.<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-90971910408315411662016-10-03T23:18:00.001-07:002016-10-03T23:18:34.559-07:00A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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With a compassionate realism and narrative sweep that recall the work of Charles Dickens, this magnificent novel captures all the cruelty and corruption, dignity and heroism, of India.<br />
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The time is 1975. The place is an unnamed city by the sea. The government has just declared a State of Emergency, in whose upheavals four strangers--a spirited widow, a young student uprooted from his idyllic hill station, and two tailors who have fled the caste violence of their native village--will be thrust together, forced to share one cramped apartment and an uncertain future.<br />
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As the characters move from distrust to friendship and from friendship to love, A Fine Balance creates an enduring panorama of the human spirit in an inhuman state.<br />
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This is one book that is bound to leave a lot of readers teary-eyed. Though Rohinton, the author claims this work to be fiction, I wonder if this story was made up. You can still see thousands and thousands of Ishvars and Oms in every nook and corner of India. The book has everything that is impending the nation's development. It speaks about the deep rooted caste system and class differences. It speaks about blind urbanization and the resulting loss of nature and it's resources. It speaks about corruption. It speaks about politics. It speaks about population expansion. It even speaks about feminism. In general, this book IS India for you!<br />
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The story is about four people who are forced to live together in a major city due to various circumstances. Ishvar and Om are untouchable cobblers turned tailors who have come to the city in search of a living. Dina Dalal, a middle aged widow hires them to work for a major Export company. She also rents one of her rooms in her apartment to her friend's son, Maneck, who has come unwillingly to the city from his home in the hills to pursue his education. Thus begins the extraordinary story of the four people and how life takes them on a harsh journey spanning poverty, illness, hunger, injustice, cruelty, prejudice, depression and misfortunes.<br />
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The story is grim - there is no getting around that fact. There is no happy ending. But everything is real. I wonder why this book did not win the Booker prize though it was shortlisted. This book is a gem. More people need to read this book. It helps to understand the ground reality prevailing in the country and also opens their eyes against their prejudices. The author has a knack of making a 600 odd page book feel like a breeze while you read. The author does not frustrate the readers by indulging in unnecessary narration or description, nor does he use complex words that render a dictionary indispensable. Instead he relies on his sharp wit and to-the-point narration to create a vivid picture and keep the readers glued to the book.<br />
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A MUST-READ book for everyone!<br />
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"After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life." </blockquote>
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Rohinton Mistry</h4>
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Rohinton Mistry is considered to be one of the foremost authors of Indian heritage writing in English. Residing in Brampton, Ontario, Canada, Mistry belongs to the Parsi Zoroastrian religious minority.<br />
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Mistry’s first novel, Such a Long Journey (1991), brought him national and international recognition. Mistry’s subsequent novels have achieved the same level of recognition as his first. His second novel, A Fine Balance (1995), concerns four people from Bombay who struggle with family and work against the backdrop of the political unrest in India during the mid-1970s. The book won Canada’s Giller Prize, the Commonwealth Writers Award, and the Los Angeles Times Book Award. It was nominated for the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award and was a finalist for the Booker Prize.(Source: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5211.A_Fine_Balance" target="_blank">Goodreads</a>)<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-30676717632386472802016-09-19T10:13:00.000-07:002016-09-19T10:13:32.176-07:00The Rise of Social Media - Keyboard Warriors and the Online Activists<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever since the advent of social media, the lifestyle of common man has changed drastically. Each and every one of us has become a judge. We sit comfortably in our offices and pass judgments on people whom we have never even met. When every man has an outlet to express his feelings and opinion in the form of social media, it is more important that one chooses one's words wisely and in a more mature manner. With more and more people becoming keyboard warriors and online activists, I believe it is very important to distinguish between the true and the hoax.<br />
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Online trolls and abusers use their keyboards as swords to kill any opposition for the cause that they might be preaching. People hiding behind the cloak of anonymity are beginning to wreak havoc everywhere. An actress who posts a picture of herself with his close friend is presumed to be a husband cheater and is abused. A sportsperson who posts a picture of himself having his dinner is lashed at for not donating to the poor. Each and every word a celebrity says is twisted and skewed, every sentence is construed to hate religious sentiments and people are getting offended easily. The laying bare of each and every individual's personal life on the online platform have lent an air of intolerance and insecurity among people.<br />
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Men and women keep crying for 'Change' without actually doing anything substantial for the change to materialize. They don't worry if they come across as hypocritical, all they require is that they should register their opinion on almost anything and everything. A man sharing a spectacular video against Child Labour thinks he has done his bit for the society while he forgets the 11 year old boy mending shoes outside his office. There are numerous such instances where people have put up a fake face on the Internet.<br />
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I'm not trying to say such online medium provides only threats to man as a whole. A lot of incidents have been witnessed where the social sites have been used in a productive manner. <a href="http://giridharanj.blogspot.in/2015/12/chennai-december-1-2015.html" target="_blank">The December 1, 2015 Chennai Flood</a> is a typical example where the Internet made sure that help reached people even in remote areas as soon as possible. The social media sites served as a platform where people in need posted their grievances and got immediate assistance and relief. That was one incident where humanity rose above the debris of inequality and social media played a crucial role in the overall scheme of things. However, such display of humanity is often marred by terrible incidents where people could have acted more judiciously. A few months back, a young girl was forced to commit suicide by online abusers who kept passing nasty comments on her online page.<br />
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By the look of things, it seems like the Internet and social media are here to stay. As in every other case, the matchstick has been placed in man's hands. It's up to us to either light a candle or burn the house down.<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-74213995401898907682016-08-20T01:41:00.000-07:002016-08-20T01:41:16.487-07:00The Namesake - Jhumpa Lahiri<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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‘The Namesake’ is the story of a boy brought up Indian in America.<br />
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'When her grandmother learned of Ashima's pregnancy, she was particularly thrilled at the prospect of naming the family's first sahib. And so Ashima and Ashoke have agreed to put off the decision of what to name the baby until a letter comes…'<br />
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For now, the label on his hospital cot reads simply BABY BOY GANGULI. But as time passes and still no letter arrives from India, American bureaucracy takes over and demands that 'baby boy Ganguli' be given a name. In a panic, his father decides to nickname him 'Gogol' – after his favourite writer.<br />
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Brought up as an Indian in suburban America, Gogol Ganguli soon finds himself itching to cast off his awkward name, just as he longs to leave behind the inherited values of his Bengali parents. And so he sets off on his own path through life, a path strewn with conflicting loyalties, love and loss…<br />
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Spanning three decades and crossing continents, Jhumpa Lahiri's much-anticipated first novel is a triumph of humane story-telling. Elegant, subtle and moving, ‘The Namesake’ is for everyone who loved the clarity, sympathy and grace of Lahiri's Pulitzer Prize-winning debut story collection, ‘Interpreter of Maladies’.<br />
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This is one book that every Indian living abroad can relate to. The Gangulis are a traditional Indian family who move to America just before Gogol is born. As Gogol grows up, he is caught between the cultures of his parents' country and the country he lives in now. While his parents embrace Indian culture and everything that reminds them of their home country, Gogol struggles to make sense of it all and India is just a distant nation that is as foreign to him as the moon. While his parents try to grow him as Indian as possible, he tries to put as much distance as possible between him and India.<br />
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In this book, the author beautifully portrays the difficulties of settling in a foreign country and the emotional havoc it can wreak on people who are caught in the crossroads of two nations with completely different people and culture. The book is a fantastic read for all Indians, especially the NRIs. The author shows complete command over language and proceeds with the plot in a breezy yet elegant style. At no point in the book did I feel bored or restless.<br />
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A few scenes stand out in the book, such as the one when Gogol's father dies and the subsequent consequences the incident causes on the lives of all the other Gangulis, and the scene where Maxine tries to understand Gogol's feelings and emotions but fails to do so. Gogol's mother, Ashima's worries about her children going wayward in a foreign land and Gogol's father, Ashoke's sheer determination to raise his children as intelligent and noble people speak volumes about Indian parents. It is also a great book for some insights into the present generation's mindset at large.<br />
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I feel every Indian who is planning on settling abroad should read this book. This book beautifully exposes the merits and limitations on such a move. Spanning three generations, this story is one of its kind.<br />
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Lahiri graduated from South Kingstown High School and later received her B.A. in English literature from Barnard College in 1989. She then received multiple degrees from Boston University: an M.A. in English, an M.A. in Creative Writing, an M.A. in Comparative Literature and a Ph.D. in Renaissance Studies. She took up a fellowship at Provincetown's Fine Arts Work Center, which lasted for the next two years (1997-1998).</div>
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Lahiri taught creative writing at Boston University and the Rhode Island School of Design. Much of her short fiction concerns the lives of Indian-Americans, particularly Bengalis.</div>
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Everyone loves reading books. Google estimates that there are around <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/google/7930273/Google-counts-total-number-of-books-in-the-world.html" target="_blank">129,864,880</a> books in the world. Given the sheer amount of books out there and one's limited lifespan, it can be quite a nightmare selecting your next book. In this blog, from the minor chunk of books that I have read, I try to list 5 books that I feel one must read at least once in their lifetime.<br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: "merriweather" , "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Rafiq is only nine when Kashmiri Freedom Fighters raid his village in search of new recruits. Tall for his age, he is the first boy to cross the chalk line into a life of brutality and violence.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: "merriweather" , "georgia" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Rafiq is a 9-year old boy living with his family in one of the vilages in Kashmir valley. One fine morning, he is abducted by people who claim to be Kashmiri freedom fighters. He is cruelly separated from his family and is made to undergo rigorous training. Rafiq is brainwashed by the militants and is made to believe that the war they fight is a holy war fought for the liberation of Kashmiri people from the tyranny of India.</span></span></div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-63983993050711710082016-05-25T07:04:00.002-07:002016-05-25T07:04:38.302-07:00Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Maybe it was a grandparent, or a teacher or a colleague. Someone older, patient and wise, who understood you when you were young and searching, and gave you sound advice to help you make your way through it. For Mitch Albom, that person was Morrie Schwartz, his college professor from nearly twenty years ago.<br />
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Maybe, like Mitch, you lost track of this mentor as you made your way, and the insights faded. Wouldn't you like to see that person again, ask the bigger questions that still haunt you?<br />
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Mitch Albom had that second chance. He rediscovered Morrie in the last months of the older man's life. Knowing he was dying of ALS - or motor neurone disease - Mitch visited Morrie in his study every Tuesday, just as they used to back in college. Their rekindled relationship turned into one final 'class': lessons in how to live.<br />
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A typical self-help book trying to answer all questions in life but not exactly managing to add anything new to what is already known.<br />
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I took this book on a rainy Sunday morning and finished it by that night. It was an interesting read and I must say I was impressed with the simplicity of the narration. The book is about a reunion between a teacher who is counting his days on earth and his favorite pupil. Morrie, the teacher, manages to exude a positive vibe even in his dying days. His last lecture to his favorite pupil, Mitch, is about life and its various aspects like marriage, family, goals etc. This book teaches you to appreciate the small things in your life and not to put your happiness on material things.<br />
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Morrie is diagnosed with ALS, an incurable nerve disease and is said that he has only a few days left. Now, he has two choices to live the rest of the days - brooding over his impending death or to appreciate and enjoy every moment of his last moments on earth. Morrie chooses the latter.<br />
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Mitch, a pupil of Morrie at college, is a journalist who is constantly busy and flies all over the world to cover news. He promises to keep in touch with Morrie during his graduation but fails his promise in his busy career. He comes to know about Morrie's fatal disease through a TV show and visits him immediately apologizing for meeting him before. The two decide to meet every Tuesday and talk about anything that comes to their mind. On those Tuesdays, its just like the old days - Morrie delivering his lecture and Mitch actively listening. They end up talking about Death, Fear, Aging, Greed, Marriage, Family, Society, Forgiveness and a meaningful life.<br />
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The book is loaded with motivational quotes that are guaranteed to make you feel better when you are experiencing mood swings. One quote that I loved is "Dying," Morrie suddenly said, "is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy"". This book is a nice little light read that lightens up your mood and makes you see things around you in a different light.<br />
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I'm not a big believer of self-help books and I feel there is no magic formula for success and happiness. But I highly recommend this book as it puts various aspects of life in the right perspective.<br />
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"Death ends a life, not a relationship."</div>
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"If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely."</div>
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"Love wins, love always wins."</div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10929.For_One_More_Day" target="_blank">The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2318271.The_Last_Lecture" target="_blank">The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch, Jeffrey Zaslow</a></div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-90691529821748257822016-04-20T22:45:00.003-07:002016-04-24T23:19:13.352-07:00Suicide<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">He had had enough. He was a complete loser in everything he ventured into. Despair and frustration had driven him to the limits of his endurance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">Looking back at his life, he realized he had not always been like this. There was once a time when he had been more successful. He had been a bright student at school and college and had done very well in his first job. He had been happily married and had a loving wife and a beautiful daughter who meant the world to him. Life couldn’t have been more satisfying and fulfilling. And then, one fine day, everything he valued in his life was snatched away from him in an instant. On that fateful Friday evening, he was in a bad mood owing to a bad day at office. He, along with his wife and his 2 year old daughter were travelling to his mother’s house for a vacation. He was in the driver seat talking to his friend through mobile phone. He ignored the repeated warnings his wife had given him. As fate would have it, a momentary lack of concentration resulted in the car skidding off the road and crashing with the divider. His wife was killed instantly while he and his daughter somehow managed to survive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">After that incident, life was living hell for him. His guilt had become an all-consuming creature living within him and had managed to snuff out every bit of joy and happiness in his life. His despair had grown to huge proportions that he felt he could not live with it anymore. He could not forgive himself for his wife’s death, no matter how hard he tried. Finally, unable to bear the burden any longer, he had decided to end his own life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">Now that he had made his decision, he felt a sense of calm descend on him. He felt much lighter and his mind was at peace at last. He sat on his bed and looked at the pills that he had bought from the chemist that evening. Those were the angels that would take him to the world beyond. He could not wait to meet his wife there. He slowly took the pills and counted them. Ten of them. They should do the job. He fetched a glass of water and placed it next to the pills. He was ready... His wife was waiting… He had to go… He took the pills and washed them down with the glass of water. In a few moments, the room started to spin and he could not hold himself steady. Everything was dull and hazy. It was as if everything around him had turned to water and the entire world was in a stupor. Amidst the haze, he heard a loud wail somewhere close. It must be his daughter in the adjoining room. He tried to get up and console his daughter but could not move a muscle in his body. Moments passed… The crying continued, but this time a little farther…He felt darkness surround him and comfort him like his long-dead mother. The crying stopped. There was a blissful silence and a peaceful void everywhere. He was home at last.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">The orphaned daughter continued crying …</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">Karthick felt bad for the daughter.. He was thankful that he had not resorted to any such ways, though he was almost tempted at one stage after cancer had cruelly snatched his wife from him at an young age. His daughter, Sarah, was the only reason he lived on. He knew his wife would never forgive him if he left Sarah alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 16px;">He knew, “Suicide is never an option!” </span><br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-63968492201766598402016-04-11T02:16:00.000-07:002016-04-11T02:16:32.677-07:00I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban - Malala Yousafzai, Christina Lamb<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I come from a country that was created at midnight. When I almost died it was just after midday.<br />
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When the Taliban took control of the Swat Valley in Pakistan, one girl spoke out. Malala Yousafzai refused to be silenced and fought for her right to an education.<br />
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On Tuesday, October 9, 2012, when she was fifteen, she almost paid the ultimate price. She was shot in the head at point-blank range while riding the bus home from school, and few expected her to survive.<br />
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Instead, Malala's miraculous recovery has taken her on an extraordinary journey from a remote valley in northern Pakistan to the halls of the United Nations in New York. At sixteen, she has become a global symbol of peaceful protest and the youngest-ever Nobel Peace Prize laureate.<br />
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I Am Malala is the remarkable tale of a family uprooted by global terrorism, of the fight for girls' education, of a father who, himself a school owner, championed and encouraged his daughter to write and attend school, and of brave parents who have a fierce love for their daughter in a society that prizes sons.<br />
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I Am Malala will make you believe in the power of one person's voice to inspire change in the world.<br />
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This is that kind of book that makes you look back at your own life and think, "Gosh! How many things have I taken for granted!" This book is a complete eye-opener for me and has been written with brutal honesty exposing the dark reality of basic human rights suppression in some places. The story of Malala serves as a reminder for everyone, reminding us the amount of work that is yet to be done to ensure a better life for most people in the world.<br />
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Malala Yousafzai, the Nobel Prize winner, has absolutely stunned the entire world with her audacity to stand up to her rights and this book brings out all the struggles and hardships that she had had to endure in order to get her much desired education. It also provides insights into the happenings at terror-hit regions and I must say I was shocked on learning that there are some people in the same world that I live in, who are not allowed to go to school or walk in the streets freely.<br />
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The way Malala revisits the fatal day when she was shot and her subsequent recuperation is sure to bring tears to anyone. Another unsung hero in Malala's life, which I came to know after reading the book, is her father. Her father had been completely supportive of Malala's efforts from the very beginning and it was him who sowed the seeds of the need for education in the minds of her daughter. His struggles to provide good education to his community members is what led Malala to understand the value of education.<br />
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Regarding the book, it is beautifully written, making sure that even a common man can understand and appreciate the life of Malala. It is a simple, yet from the heart tale of the girl who rose above all hurdles to get what is rightfully hers. After reading this book, I searched for Malala's speech at the Nobel Peace Prize ceremony and I must say, I was completely bowled. For a 17 year old girl, to have such clarity of thinking and a visionary perspective is completely unheard of. This girl is going places.<br />
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A must read for everyone - it will change the way you look at things you have in your life!<br />
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Read more about Malala Yousafzai <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malala_Yousafzai" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
Buy the book <a href="http://www.amazon.in/gp/product/0316322407/ref=x_gr_w_bb?ie=UTF8&tag=x_gr_w_bb_in-21&linkCode=as2&camp=3626&creative=24790" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
Watch Malala's Nobel Peace Prize Speech <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOqIotJrFVM" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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“We realize the importance of our voices only when we are silenced.”</div>
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“Education is education. We should learn everything and then choose which path to follow." Education is neither Eastern nor Western, it is human.” </div>
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“I told myself, Malala, you have already faced death. This is your second life. Don't be afraid — if you are afraid, you can't move forward.”</div>
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Find more quotes <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/24987300-i-am-malala-the-girl-who-stood-up-for-education-and-was-shot-by-the-tal" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-53153755811455177122016-01-15T02:45:00.000-08:002016-01-15T02:45:49.900-08:00The Test of My Life - Yuvraj Singh, Sharda urga, Nishant Jeet Arora<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A personal account of Yuvraj Singh’s journey through cancer with the 2011 World Cup victory in the background‘<br />
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That day I cried like a baby not because I feared what cancer would do but because I didn’t want the disease. I wanted my life to be normal, which it could not be.’<br />
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For the first time Yuvraj Singh tells the real story behind the 2011 World Cup when on-the-field triumph hid his increasingly puzzling health problems and worrying illnesses. In his debut book The test of my life, he reveals how—plagued with insomnia, coughing fits that left him vomiting blood, and an inability to eat—he made a deal with God. On the night before the 2011 ICC Cricket World Cup final, Yuvraj prayed for the World Cup in return for anything God wanted. In this book, he lays bare his fears, doubts, and the lows he experienced during chemotherapy— when he lost his energy, his appetite, and his hair—and his battle to find the will to survive. Poignant, personal, and moving—The test of my life—is about cancer and cricket; but more importantly, it is about the human will to fight adversity and triumph despite all odds.<br />
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This is one of those few books which makes you stop, look around and feel thankful for everything that is around you. Only a few books have such raw power to sway the reader's emotions and make him want more and more from the book. This is one such beauty.<br />
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This book, the story of how Yuvraj fought his demons, is simple, straightforward and brutally honest. The Yuvraj we know, the fun-loving, cheerful and prankster guy can be seen in the first half of the book. I've always been a fan of Sharda Ugra and have been following her writings in Cricinfo. She has a simple yet powerful way of conveying her thoughts and that style shines through in this book as well. Yuvraj's early childhood days, his happy family and his passion to become someone big are brought out beautifully in the initial part of the book. The first tears arrive on the reader's eyes when Yuvray describes his struggles during the World Cup 2011 series. I am one of the ardent followers of Indian Cricket and I must say I noticed nothing wrong with Yuvraj when the series was going on. Yuvraj's passion for the sport, his strong desire to be a part of World Cup winning team had enabled him to conceal his physical struggles and go through with the series. And how he fought in the series! Like a raging bull, ready to decimate anyone who came between him and the World Cup. Winning the World Cup was a fitting tribute to his man and his hunger to achieve big.<br />
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And then came the Cancer! It was so sudden, so shocking that no one knew what to do. It was obvious Yuvraj was suffering from some physical ailments but no one imagined it to be this big! Yes, it was CANCER - the deadly killer!<br />
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Yuvraj had fought a lot of bowlers on the field, but this was different. This was his first battle off the field, and this was against a deadly disease. Yuvraj, being the warrior he is, did not lose hope. How he fought it and came out a winner is best left to the book to describe. It is enough if I say the book has done a great job of it.<br />
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Yuvraj's fight against Cancer, the help he received from various friends and family members, the love and support he got from the entire world are sources of great inspiration for all those Cancer fighters out there. Yuvraj's victory is a testimony that Cancer can be defeated and overcome. That he managed to return to competitive cricket in such a short time is proof his passion for the game.<br />
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It is only when life puts us in such tough situations that we learn to understand the value of the small things and the people around us. This book brings out this fact in an exemplary manner. A must read book for everyone - a true source of inspiration!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Read about Sachin Tendulkar <a href="http://giridharanj.blogspot.in/2014/11/sachin-tendulkar-playing-it-my-way.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-77991229241138402742016-01-09T04:04:00.000-08:002016-04-24T23:21:41.494-07:00A Few Seconds Longer...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Who was that woman lying on the road in a pool of blood? Ananya did not know her. A group was beginning to gather around the woman. It looked like a terrible accident. The woman was lying lifeless, a lunch box with it's contents scattered and water spilling from a water bottle.<br />
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Why was Ananya standing here? She had no idea. How did she come here? The last thing she could remember was that she had once again forgotten the promise she had made to Varun - to get to his school on time. The school lunch time was 12.30 pm and she had to be there ten minutes prior to the bell.<br />
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She had once again miscalculated the time it would take to do the laundry, set the house in order, do the dishes and prepare lunch. By the time she competed all these chores, the old grandpa clock in the hall struck 12. Yes, she would be late to the school once again. In her hurry, she had forgotten the promise she made Varun the previous morning.<br />
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Packing his lunch bag and water bottle, she took off in her scooter. She had 20 minutes before the school bell rang. She could still be on time if she drove fast enough. She was humming a merry tune thinking of her only son who was turning 8 the next week. What a nice boy he was growing into! Ananya was very proud of her son. He was good at sports and loved playing cricket and basketball. He even proved a tough nut to crack when he competed with his daddy in Chess. He had come first in his class every month of that academic year. He would be honored in the next Annual Day for this unique achievement and Ananya was looking forward to that moment.<br />
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She was a little away from the school junction. The school was a few metres down the right lane. The signal was about to turn red. She could turn right before the signal turned red if she drove faster. She accelerated. And then what happened? How did she end up standing here?<br />
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"Wait, is that Varun? Why is he going towards the dead woman? Why is he crying? Does he know her? I must comfort him". Ananya started walking towards his son.<br />
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"Hey Varun!"... "Hello!".. "Why can't he hear me? Who is that woman he is crying over?"<br />
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She bent over and looked at the woman. Ananya went white with shock on seeing herself sprawled on the road, entirely lifeless and motionless. What happened?<br />
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Suddenly it all came back to her. The black Limousine!... The right turn!... The red signal!... The hurry!...The school!.. The brakes!... The skid!.. The collision!... And the sudden void!...<br />
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She could have waited a few seconds longer...<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-26886230290874021052016-01-01T03:47:00.000-08:002016-01-01T03:47:01.537-08:0015 Things 2015 has taught me...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li>There is no such thing as keep in touch forever. </li>
<li>22 to 27 is the age when we meet many temporary people in our life.</li>
<li>Time erases everything, I mean everything. Even the worst wounds inflicted on us heal with time. </li>
<li>Everyone is right in their own perspective. There is no such thing as winning an argument. You only lose a friend. </li>
<li>A year can turn strangers into best buddies and best buddies into complete strangers.</li>
<li>There is no problem that cannot be solved by your parents' advice.</li>
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<li>When you have moved on, the golden past fades away into a dream-like fog.</li>
<li>Fail -> learn -> get up -> dust yourself -> succeed -> repeat. There is no other shortcut.</li>
<li>Life is a long journey. Take one step at a time. </li>
<li>It takes a fraction of a second for all of it to end. Be thankful to be alive. </li>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-91286425882309848132015-12-19T02:08:00.000-08:002015-12-19T02:08:26.517-08:00Chennai - December 1, 2015...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Never has the sound of rain drop been scarier. When the first drop hit the floor, it was a welcome relief to a city after a dry spell. By the time the last drop came down, the whole city was a disaster. People lost their lives, their houses, their belongings and their loved ones to the horror. It was nearly 30 hours of incessant rains coming down on an unsuspecting city. Mother nature came down with all her fury and washed away everything that came her way.<br />
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It was a disaster, a true one! Everywhere you turn, there was water. Railway tracks were broken, telephone lines were damaged, streets and roads were rendered impassable and bridges collapsed. When all hopes were lost, humanity rose from the debris like a Phoenix bird. Yes, humans stood for each other.<br />
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The true heroes of the city looked up from their phones. They had a job in hand and they went about it without a fuss. The social media turned from being a 'waste of time ' to a life-saver for once. Facebook status updates were used for distress calls and troll pages turned into help pages. People became one in the event of distress and religion, cast and class were swept away by the raging floods.<br />
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An RJ turned from being an entertainer to being the face of the youth and a cine actor freaked out on losing his home and came out to help the people in need. Many other silent heroes worked day and night to restore the lives of those affected. An auto-wala refused to get paid for the ride and instead requested the passenger to donate it to the affected. An old woman cooked 7 days straight for the homeless. Theaters, shopping malls and IT companies threw open their doors - this time without parking charge! Hotels and restaurants offered food - this time without a bill at the end. Cab and auto-drivers offered to drop people at their homes - this time without meter. Help also poured in from other cities, other states and even other countries. Within 7 days, the city was almost back to normal.<br />
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But there is a marked change in the people after the disaster. They are more considerate to their fellow beings. They honk less (we can't stop honking because honking is in our genes!) and wait for an elderly to get to the other side of the road safely. Thank you rain, for showing humans their human side. Thank you rain, for showing us our true heroes. Thank you rain, for reminding us of nature and her power. Thank you rain, for washing our ignorance, hatred and greed off us.<br />
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We have risen from the water like the Phoenix rose from the ashes - <b>stronger</b>!<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-80806695197861142762015-10-17T05:26:00.003-07:002015-10-17T05:26:59.321-07:00The Story of my Life - Helen Keller<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> I've been meaning to read about Helen Keller's life for a long time and this book has set me on my way. I first heard about Helen Keller way back, when I was in school. At that time, I couldn't fully comprehend the struggle she had to undergo, the battles she had to fight to become what she had become. Nevertheless, her name had stuck to my mind, and for years I went around meaning to read her life, but just couldn't get myself to do it. A few weeks back, as I was roaming Starmark with my friends, I came across this book and immediately got a copy and set about reading it. I must say I regret not knowing her before.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> What an extraordinary life this woman has had! This book is so full of raw emotions and struggles that will make your heart weep for the pour soul trapped within. This book is a rude reminder of the things that I have taken for granted, of the gifts that have been so generously bestowed upon me and the luxuries that I have been overlooking everyday. To be deaf and dumb and yet get educated and go on to become a political and literary figure is no less a miracle and this woman is no less a true hero in every sense.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> Now, as to the book, it mainly deals with Helen's education and the role of her teacher Anne Sullivan in it. It is a honest and humble account of the author's life, her mood swings, her strong passion and unbreakable will.She also traces the various people who have played their part in making Helen what she had become. The one thing that struck me as extraordinary was Helen's indomitable spirit, her willingness to strive for betterment no matter whatever your drawbacks are. Her ability to draw life lessons from nature is sure to leave an everlasting impression on the readers. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Indeed, everything that could hum, or buzz, or sing, or bloom had a part in my education--noisy-throated frogs, katydids and crickets held in my hand until, forgetting their embarrassment, they trilled their reedy note, little downy chickens and wildflowers, the dogwood blossoms, meadow-violets and budding fruit trees. I felt the bursting cotton-bolls and fingered their soft fiber and fuzzy seeds; I felt the low soughing of the wind through the cornstalks, the silky rustling of the long leaves, and the indignant snort of my pony...” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> My first tear was shed when Helen understood the word "water". What joy! What relief! What delight to the soul. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“It is so pleasant to learn about new things. Every day I find how little I know, but I do not feel discouraged since God has given me an eternity in which to learn more.” - these lines pretty much sum up her desire to explore, learn and understand the world.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> The book is so full of such motivational messages, as listed </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1602613-the-story-of-my-life" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; cursor: pointer; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">here</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">. A must read story of success for everyone!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span>Helen Keller would not be bound by conditions. Rendered deaf and blind at 19 months by scarlet fever, she learned to read (in several languages) and even speak, eventually graduating with honors from Radcliffe College in 1904, where as a student she wrote The Story of My Life. That she accomplished all of this in an age when few women attended college and the disabled were often relegated to the background, spoken of only in hushed tones, is remarkable. But Keller's many other achievements are impressive by any standard: she authored 13 books, wrote countless articles, and devoted her life to social reform. An active and effective suffragist, pacifist, and socialist (the latter association earned her an FBI file), she lectured on behalf of disabled people everywhere. She also helped start several foundations that continue to improve the lives of the deaf and blind around the world. </span></div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-6219628230787098652015-03-04T19:23:00.002-08:002015-03-04T19:23:43.799-08:00The Curse of Social Networking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Happy birthday daddy! May you have a long and sweet life!"<br />
This was the status my friend posted on Facebook on his father's birthday. And no marks for guessing, his dad is not on Facebook. And there are more chances are that his dad was sitting right next to him reading a newspaper when my friend posted this status. Immediately, the status was filled with comments by friends of my friend wishing for his dad's birthday. So, why did such personal things like wishing someone on his birthday become so public? I've seen people wishing 'Happy Mother's day' on social media. I've seen people checking in their location on Facebook when they are on their honeymoon. Seriously people, do you have anything called PERSONAL?<br />
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The advent of social media has ripped our privacy apart and today everyone's life is out in the open for everyone to see. There is nothing to hide. People upload their marriage photos, people upload their son's photos as soon as he is born, people cry on Facebook over their parent's demise, people delight on Orkut over their promotion, people feel sad over their breakup on Twitter and people share their wedding celebrations on Youtube. But do others care? Some people might really care but most of them don't. Creating an illusory happy life in a virtual world online is the latest fad among people.<br />
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The number of likes(Facebook) or the number of followers(Twitter) a person gets has become directly proportional to the popularity of the person. People are willing to go to any extent to get as much likes as possible.<br />
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News like this(<a href="http://www.ndtv.com/world-news/female-tourist-plunges-to-death-while-taking-a-selfie-689488" target="_blank">Female Tourist Plunges to Death While Taking a Selfie</a>) is proof of the impact of social media on today's life. As mentioned in this article, (<a href="http://www.giridharanj.blogspot.in/2014/09/has-technology-surpassed-humanity.html" target="_blank">Has Technology Surpassed Humanity?</a>), people have gradually stopped inhabiting the real world and are more comfortable in the virtual online world.<br />
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The humongous development of such online life has taken abusing to a new level. It is easy to hide your identity online and this has become the cause for trolls and haters spamming the Internet. Everyone is abused, every action by a celebrity is dissected and analysed, every move by the Government is cheered and booed in equal measures. Each and every one of us must have come across such trolls at least once and I must say, it is very irritating. Yes, online life has become such a big headache that people have started suffering from depression and associated symptoms more and more.<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-65311973292519846372015-02-27T09:18:00.000-08:002015-02-27T09:18:16.253-08:00The Oath of the Vayuputras (Shiva Trilogy #3) - Amish Tripathi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">ONLY A GOD CAN STOP IT. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Shiva is gathering his forces. He reaches the Naga capital, Panchavati, and Evil is finally revealed. The Neelkanth prepares for a holy war against his true enemy, a man whose name instils dread in the fiercest of warriors. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">India convulses under the onslaught of a series of brutal battles. It's a war for the very soul of the nation. Many will die. But Shiva must not fail, no matter what the cost. In his desperation, he reaches out to the ones who have never offered any help to him: the Vayuputras. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Will he succeed? And what will be the real cost of battling Evil? To India? And to Shiva's soul? </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Discover the answer to these mysteries in this concluding part of the bestselling Shiva Trilogy.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> Simply failed to meet the expectations. I had huge expectations on Amish after his first two books. He seemed to be living up to his reputation till the final 50 pages of the book.. The author completely lost the plot in the final pages. It was as if he didn't know how to finish the plot and resorted to finishing it in a vague manner. But I take nothing away from the book. the first three-fourth of the book was simply outstanding. The war strategies, Shiva's visit to various lands and his gathering of forces, the revealing of true evil were all worth praising.</span><br />
The usual pattern accompanying trilogies is that the first book is a killer, the second book - a plot developer and the final one builds the plot to a crescendo before reaching an apt climax. This trilogy too follows a similar pattern but for the final 10%. Shiva is portrayed as an ideal character throughout the series and his virtues are worth following. What I really loved about this series was the fact that Lord Shiva was shown as an ordinary human being who has his own flaws and occasional mood swings. He is portrayed in flesh and blood, vulnerable and yet eerily strong. I absolutely fell in love with the character.<br />
The next character Sati - a perfect partner for the all conquering Shiva. She is a rare combination of beauty, intelligence and bravery and her romance with her better half is mesmerising. Again, making her human only serves to make the character more interesting and lively. (Spoiler alert!)The heartbreak at the end is not for the weak-hearted! All other characters like Parvateshwar, Nandi, Anandmayi were beautifully brought out and I must say I have developed immense respect for the author. If only he had come up with a better ending, sigh! I especially loved the philosophical parts where Shiva is enlightened about what is evil and the role of the Somras. Also, the part where Shiva's rage comes forth and conquers everyone on it's path gave me goosebumps.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Find my review for the first two books of the series here!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.8000001907349px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><a href="http://www.giridharanj.blogspot.in/2012/05/immortals-of-meluhashiva-trilogy-1.html" target="_blank">The Immortals of Meluha(Shiva Trilogy #1) - Amish Tripathi</a></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.giridharanj.blogspot.in/2012/05/secret-of-nagas-shiva-trilogy-2-amish.html" target="_blank">The Secret of the Nagas (Shiva Trilogy #2) - Amish Tripathi</a></div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-79909171136652365032015-02-08T01:47:00.003-08:002015-02-08T01:47:53.223-08:00The World of Nagaraj - R.K.Narayan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Nagaraj's world is quite and comfortable. Living in his family's spacious house with only his wife Sita for company, he fills his day writing letters, drinking coffee, doing some leisurely book keeping for his friend Coomar's Boeing Sari Company, and sitting on his veranda watching the world and planning the book he intends to write about the life of the great sage Narada. But everything is disturbed when Tim, the son of his ambitious landowing brother Gopu, decides to leave home and come to live with Nagaraj. Forced to take responsibility for the boy, puzzled by his secret late-night activities and by the strong smell of sprits which lingers behind him, Nagaraj finds his days, suddenly filled with unwelcome complication and turbulence, which threaten to alter for ever the contented tranquility of his world. The latest of R.K.Narayan's magnificent Malgudi books, The World of Nagaraj is beautifully written, funny and haunting , evoking in marvelously rich detail the atmosphere of a small town in southern India and creating a magical world into which the reader is instantly drawn.<br />
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This is my first R.K.Narayan book and I must say I'm pleased with the book. Though some online browsing suggested me that this is not the best book by RKN, I personally loved the book for its simplicity and brilliant portrayal.<br />
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I've personally heard and read a lot about the mystical town, Malgudi but this is the first time I'm experiencing the town through the author's words. I'm from south India and I must say it was refreshing to see a great author's take on my part of the country. Yes, Malgudi was brilliantly portrayed and I loved every street, every shop and every corner of the ethereal city.</div>
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The World of Nagaraj is about an honest and simple man named Nagaraj who has inherited a huge sum of money that allows him to spend his life in silent contemplations and thoughts. He thinks he is a man with a mission but doesn't know clearly what his mission is. He has a silent and peaceful life with his wife Sita who is shown to be a caring and affectionate spouse. RKN reveals through a series of flashbacks the characters of Nagaraj's mother, his brother and his sister-in-law. His brother, a dominat and self-imposing elder brother had wanted the farmhouse after their father's death and that was well for Nagaraj who wanted the Malgudi house for himself. All was well in Nagaraj's life until his brother's son, Tim enters his life.</div>
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From the start, Tim had mysterious ways and was unpredictable. Nagaraj never had the nerve to ask Tim what he was up to. Tim eventually married and his wife Saroja only added to Nagaraj's woes by playing her harmonium which got on Nagaraj's nerves. Throughout all these incidents, Nagaraj had the mind to stand up for himself or to defend his rights. His is a typical soft character who lets others rule his mood. Thus, Nagaraj's mission of writing about the great sage Narada could never be realised.</div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-7115071293663227512014-12-31T05:23:00.004-08:002014-12-31T05:23:42.827-08:00Happy New Year - 2015<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The clock strikes twelve with smiles</div>
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A New Year born full of dreams </div>
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A new start in the journey of miles </div>
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Is welcome with cakes and screams. </div>
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Wishes and shouts of 'Happy New Year' </div>
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Sounds of fireworks lighting the skies </div>
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I sit in my terrace with no one near </div>
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Enjoying the night with sleepy eyes. </div>
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Staring at the road ahead that lay </div>
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Full of adventures,full of hopes </div>
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Promises to keep and debts to pay </div>
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Yes, a New year is born!</div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-10525848336277280582014-12-24T09:58:00.000-08:002014-12-24T09:58:55.178-08:00Ebook vs Paperback<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ever since technology took over our everyday life, as mentioned in <a href="http://www.giridharanj.blogspot.in/2014/09/has-technology-surpassed-humanity.html" target="_blank">this article</a>, debates have been raging over the conservatives and the modernists. Some say, "Old habits die hard" while others say "Make way for new ideas". This article will explore one such debate - the traditional hardbound physical books and the modern, more-sophisticated and easy to carry Ebooks.<br />
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This is a no-brainer! The feel you get when you hold a paperback or a hardbound book in your hand is simply unmatchable. Reading, as mentioned <a href="http://giridharanj.blogspot.in/2013/12/what-is-so-great-about-reading.html" target="_blank">here,</a> is a delightful experience. The sweet smell of the old and worn-out book, the words printed onto the paper, the rustle when you turn a page - all these play an important role in teleporting the reader to the fiction world.<br />
On the other hand, ebooks are devoid of any physical components and reading them gives you a feeling of reading any other text message on your phone - only this message is longer and more interesting. So Team Paperback scores here!<br />
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While paperbacks have a nice feel attached to them, they certainly are not eco-friendly. a research says that 1 ton of recycled paper saves 17 trees! Just imagine the sheer volume of books we print! How many books, how many editions, how many reprints! Phew! The numbers are staggering. Ebooks do save a lot of trees as all they to get published is a set of 1's and 0's. So, the environmentslists will surely advise you to go for ebooks and considering the dire situation of our environment in the recent days, ebooks are the right choice.<br />
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3.Ease of use<br />
Ebooks certainly win in this category. You can literally store and carry thousands and thousands of books in your mobile phone that can be fit in your pocket. Products like <a href="http://www.amazon.in/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=kindles&tag=googinhydr1-21&index=aps&hvadid=40083483160&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=13339272481619482727&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=c&ref=pd_sl_5px600keas_b" target="_blank">Amazon Kindle</a> and Nook are one-stop place for all reading stuff and help you to save racks and racks of space in your reading room. All the books are just a click away and easily portable. When you bored waiting for your flight, just pull out your mobile phone and get lost in the world of dragons! Just imagine - Harry Potter, The Tale of Two Cities, Gone With The Wind, The FountainHead - all in your pocket! Mind-boggling, isn't it?<br />
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4. Gift items<br />
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"It's my birthday. Hurrah! My grandpa has gifted me a <a href="http://www.amazon.in/Harry-Potter-Boxed-Set-Witchcraft/dp/043932162X?tag=googinhydr18418-21" target="_blank">Harry Potter box set</a>!" Wow! No words to express the joy of that kid. However easy to use Ebooks might be, there is no substitute for the sheer delight a hardbound book wrapped in gift cover can bring you. Kids unwrapping gift covers on special days and finding their favorite books inside is always a sight to behold. This joy can never be obtained through the modern and more-sophisticated Ebooks.<br />
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5. Collectors craze<br />
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Showing off is what people love to do. Don't we all love to show off? And what better way to show off than piling up racks and racks of all-classics? The list goes on - Tale of Two Cities, Ulysses, Hamlet etc. The collectors edition for almost all books are printed solely for this purpose. In this case, showing off a collection of hardbound classics definitely has a greater thrill to it than showing a folder containing 100 pdf files.<br />
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In short, however easy-to-use Ebooks might be, there is still an inexplicable craze for paperback and hardbound books and most probably will remain this way for years to come!<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-68924524664723585582014-12-19T09:18:00.004-08:002014-12-19T09:18:49.673-08:00Poverty - a Disease worse than Death!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">On a cool and breezy evening </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">There lay a man with dirt </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Now his face,a face of desperation </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">His body,a lean mass of flesh, </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Clinging to the bones for dear life </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">His eyes,his tiny little eyes </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Chill and icy,filled with hunger </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">As he lay there begging, I walked on thinking, </span></span></div>
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-58317992166939105372014-12-16T08:54:00.001-08:002014-12-16T08:54:55.442-08:00School Life..(No more..!)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Walk into your school,<br />
Hear your voice echoing around the classrooms,<br />
See yourself enjoying with your friends,<br />
Feel the air filled with innocence,<br />
That biggest worry to finish your homework,<br />
That biggest burden of your exams next week,<br />
That biggest goal of reaching school on time,<br />
Those laughs, those joys,<br />
Those smiles, those tears<br />
But suddenly one day everything is over<br />
No more benches to sit and chat<br />
No more friends to celebrate your joys<br />
No more close buddies to share your sorrows<br />
No more classrooms to learn your lessons<br />
No more laughs, no more joys,<br />
No more smiles, no more tears<br />
No more..No more..<br />
Echoes fade and happiness dies,<br />
Only memories to live with..!<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-29424075327212054482014-12-12T08:59:00.003-08:002014-12-12T08:59:53.577-08:00Those Days...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Memories of those days came with a pain,<br />
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A pain that brought tears like a rain.<br />
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Those days when mom's laps were the best pillows.<br />
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Those days when dad was our only super-hero.<br />
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Those days when our studies were our only burden.<br />
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Those days when our innocence was our only weapon.<br />
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Those days when ghosts haunted our rooms at nights.<br />
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Those days when our tears were meant for candies.<br />
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Those days when our laughs were meant for mischiefs.<br />
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Those days when our world was too small,<br />
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And yet too lovely...<br />
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That phase that was called childhood,<br />
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The only phase when we really 'lived'..!<br />
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Giridharan Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090101142274672056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001592527606333441.post-31349581957409151082014-12-06T01:30:00.000-08:002014-12-06T01:30:14.146-08:00Catching Fire (The Hunger Games #2) - Suzanne Collins<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span id="freeText9626577226134893982" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"><strong>Sparks are igniting.<br />Flames are spreading.<br />And the Capitol wants revenge.</strong><br /><br />Against all odds, Katniss has won the Hunger Games. She and fellow District 12 tribute Peeta Mellark are miraculously still alive. Katniss should be relieved, happy even. After all, she has returned to her family and her longtime friend, Gale. Yet nothing is the way Katniss wishes it to be. Gale holds her at an icy distance. Peeta has turned his back on her completely. And there are whispers of a rebellion against the Capitol - a rebellion that Katniss and Peeta may have helped create.<br /><br />Much to her shock, Katniss has fueled an unrest she's afraid she cannot stop. And what scares her even more is that she's not entirely convinced she should try. As time draws near for Katniss and Peeta to visit the districts on the Capitol's cruel Victory Tour, the stakes are higher than ever. If they can't prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that they are lost in their love for each other, the consequences will be horrifying.<br /><br />In <em>Catching Fire</em>, the second novel in the Hunger Games trilogy, Suzanne Collins continues the story of Katniss Everdeen, testing her more than ever before...and surprising readers at every turn.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> Definitely, a fitting sequel to 'The Hunger Games'. After the terrific success of the first book. most authors tend to relax a little in the second book and then catch up in the third one. But in this case, the second book is even better than the first one and manages to keep the readers glued to their seats in anticipation of what is to come. In my personal experience, this is the first trilogy where I felt the second book had outdone the first one!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> The first book ends with Katniss and Peeta winning the Hunger Games against the Capitol's rule that only one person can win. The second book narrates the aftermath of Katniss's bold move against the Capitol. Without her own knowledge, Katniss has started something that becomes far out of control for even her. She desperately tries to put an end to the uprising, but only manages to add fuel to the already fast-spreading fire.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> The evolution of Katniss - the girl to Katniss - the woman is brought out beautifully in the initial chapters. Her inner turmoil on sensing that her family and closed ones are at danger due to her actions make her confused. She has two options: either to run from the Capitol or fight against the Capitol. The initial scenes at her village are a treat to read as Katniss slowly understands the magnitude of her actions and lets the revelations sink in. The love triange between Katniss, Gale and Peeta might get frustrating at times with Katniss acting unsure with both, but more exciting events tend to overshadow the temporary slump.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> The Quarter Quell is a twist no one would have expected and I can clearly understand the sheer terror Katniss must have felt on learning that she had to go back to the arena - the place of all her haunting nightmares. How Katniss fares at the Quarter Quell with the other tributes forms the second half of the book. That's not it! The turn of events during the final pages swept me off my feet and I was crying in joy!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> Overall, a grandslam of a sequel for an epic trilogy. You just can't wait to get hold of the third book once you finish this one! </span></span>For information about the first book in the trilogy - 'The Hunger Games', click <a href="http://giridharanj.blogspot.in/2014/11/the-hunger-games-hunger-games-1-suzanne.html" target="_blank">here</a> .</div>
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For information about the first book in the trilogy - 'The Hunger Games', click <a href="http://giridharanj.blogspot.in/2014/11/the-hunger-games-hunger-games-1-suzanne.html" target="_blank">here</a> .</div>
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Since 1991, Suzanne Collins has been busy writing for children’s television. She has worked on the staffs of several Nickelodeon shows, including the Emmy-nominated hit Clarissa Explains it All and The Mystery Files of Shelby Woo. For preschool viewers, she penned multiple stories for the Emmy-nominated Little Bear and Oswald. She also co-wrote the critically acclaimed Rankin/Bass Christmas special, Santa, Baby! Most recently she was the Head Writer for Scholastic Entertainment’s Clifford’s Puppy Days.</div>
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While working on a Kids WB show called Generation O! she met children’s author James Proimos, who talked her into giving children’s books a try.</div>
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Thinking one day about Alice in Wonderland, she was struck by how pastoral the setting must seem to kids who, like her own, lived in urban surroundings. In New York City, you’re much more likely to fall down a manhole than a rabbit hole and, if you do, you’re not going to find a tea party. What you might find...? Well, that’s the story of Gregor the Overlander, the first book in her five-part series, The Underland Chronicles. Suzanne also has a rhyming picture book illustrated by Mike Lester entitled When Charlie McButton Lost Power.</div>
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She currently lives in Connecticut with her family and a pair of feral kittens they adopted from their backyard.</div>
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The books she is most successful for in teenage eyes are The Hunger Games, Catching Fire and Mockingjay. These books have won several awards, including the GA Peach Award.</div>
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