Monday, 22 August 2016


The Colour of Love: Trumpets and bugles, there was music all over...

Book Blurb:
Sarfaraz is brought up with a good value system by his devoted parents. With time, curiosity and adolescent growth pangs take him through many experiences. His first brush with girls starts with a friend, and slowly meanders into casual flirtatious affairs with girls at college. 

All through it, he realises that none of them have his undying, true love. A time comes when he realises who he truly loves, and in the midst of it all, he handles brutal enmity and takes on vile characters that misbehave with his friends. 

Sarfaraz's grows up in Coimbatore when there occur a series of bomb blasts. His identity is called in question, as his status as a Muslim makes people see him as an enemy. He loses something precious in the blasts and leaves to Sharjah, only for life to find him and surprise him.

My Review:

"The Colour Of Love" is the second book by Jagdish Joghee. After reading the book "In love and free", I had set my expectation for this book and Jagdish exceeded it. I'm falling for this author's work. The language of this book is simple but it has its unique way to keep you glued. After some chapters you'll feel strongly connected to the protagonists.

All the characters are well developed and the author didn't exaggerate any scene. I'm mesmerized not only by the narration of this book but also by all the chapters. I'm looking forward to read more from the author.

There's nothing I found not likable apart from the length of the book. I wished to read more but it ended too soon. I must say this book has touched my soul.

This is a perfect book for avid teenage fiction readers. I'll  give it 4 out of 5 stars for its wonderful binding of love, romance, sentiments, twists and turns.

About The Author:
Born and brought up in the beautiful hill town of Coonoor in Nilgiris, Jagdish Joghee has always been attracted to the hills and the forests. Growing up in the midst of serenity, Jagdish had enough inspiration to write short poems during his school days. He now lives in the city of Coimbatore in Tamil Nadu where he works for a leading global information technology services company.

His passion for writing started early during his school days. Being a closet writer, Jagdish’s writing was initially confined to journals and scrapbooks. He could not pursue his dream of becoming a journalist when he started working in the IT enabled services industry. Jagdish is an active blogger and writes on issues that have a social impact, apart from reviewing Indian movies. 


Note: I received this book in exchange of an honest review.

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Friday, 19 August 2016

IN LOVE AND FREE : Book review

In Love and Free: The tale of a woman caught between two men...

Book blurb:

Shruthi has everything going in her life with great education, incredible romance, a wonderful husband, and two adorable kids. There is plenty of laughter, joy, and love in the cosy nest that Shruthi has carefully built. 
All is well till that fateful Diwali day when passion gets the better of reason. One momentary lapse threatens to uproot the entire foundation of her beautiful life. The stakes are too high as Shruthi runs the risk of being abandoned by her husband and losing her children too. 
And there is no one to blame but herself. 
Caught in a cesspool of blackmail, ransom, revenge and remorse, Shruthi is on the brink of collapse. She can run but cannot hide.

My Review:

Initially I hadn't set my expectation in this book. when I started reading it, I though it's a same story where a love triangle will happen. And in the end the protagonist will choose one. But, to my shock this book proved me wrong and the author Jagdish Joghee left me in spell bounded.

This book is a combination of love, romance, betrayal, suspense, emotions and much more. After the first few chapters, you'll get addicted to this book. The second half of the book has intrigue plot and it's wonderfully written.

I salute the author for his marvelous work in this book. The emotions of the female protagonist, Shruthi, is well portrayed. The story has a good pace but, I felt the last few chapters should be elaborated more to clear out some confusions.

This is a page turner book, which contains elements like mystery, twists, romance, passion and betrayal. I would give it 4 out of 5 stars. This book is recommended to all.  

About the Author:

Born and brought up in the beautiful hill town of Coonoor in Nilgiris, Jagdish Joghee has always been attracted to the hills and the forests. Growing up in the midst of serenity, Jagdish had enough inspiration to write short poems during his school days. He now lives in the city of Coimbatore in Tamil Nadu where he works for a leading global information technology services company.

His passion for writing started early during his school days. Being a closet writer, Jagdish’s writing was initially confined to journals and scrapbooks. He could not pursue his dream of becoming a journalist when he started working in the IT enabled services industry. Jagdish is an active blogger and writes on issues that have a social impact, apart from reviewing Indian movies. 


Note: I received this book in exchange of an honest review.

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Thursday, 11 August 2016


Some movies touch your heart, some leave deep impact on your soul and some, you wish to never forget. I'm an admirer of all genre movies. The former times movies have well build and realistic story line, excellent performance by actors. I would love to watch actors of this generation will replace the characters of a classic movie. With its proposition of 'Woh Zamaana Kare Deewana', Zee Classic is India's only Hindi movie channel that endeavors to recreate the magic of iconic classics and new age cinema by showcasing not just the films that shaped Indian cinema but also acquaint viewers with the creative talent who were a part of that timeless era

In order to mark the occasion of India’s 70th year of independence, Zee Classic premieres

One of the most iconic films of all times, Gandhi (1982) was produced and directed by Richard Attenborough and written by John Briley. Starring Ben Kingsley, Rohini Hattangadi, Edward Fox, Roshan Seth, among others. The story is that of an Indian lawyer who returned from racially segregated South Africa to drive the British out of his home country through successive acts of non-violent protest. The portrayal of how simplicity and the power collectivism can throw over a whole British empire bringing them to their knees.

As Zee Classic gears up to premiere ‘Gandhi', this Saturday, on 13th August at 8 PM in ‘India’s Finest Films’ and on Monday, 15th August at 9:30 AM, we wonder who would be a part of this classic if it was to be re-made in 2016!

Let's see who'll replace whom:


1982 : Sir Richard Attenborough had the ability and talent to accommodate a person’s entire lifespan in a couple of hours. He did a phenomenal job right from the research to bringing alive the legacy of the father of our nation on big screen.

2016: Ashutosh Gowarikar known for his love for historical films and bringing lost eras to life with Lagaan, Jodha Akbar and Swadesh, is undoubtedly our choice to direct this film today.

Mahatma Gandhi

1982: Ben Kingsley played the role of Mahatma Gandhi in the movie.

2016: Mr. Perfectionist Aamir Khan is the man for the job. Known for his chameleon skills to adapt to various roles and characters combined with his attention to detail, Aamir Khan should play the role of our beloved Baapu.

Kasturba Gandhi

1982: Rohini Hoattangadi, beautifully portrayed Kasturba Gandhi, wife of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. 

2016: Kajol, one of India’s most acclaimed actresses can easily pull off the role of Baa.

General Dyer

1982: Edward Fox is etched in our minds as the dreadful and shrewd General Dyer who was hated by all for his infamous Jallianwala Bagh massacre.

2016: Tom Alter with his international looks and versatile talent can be General Dyer in ‘Gandhi’.

Jawahar Lal Nehru

1982: Roshan Seth played the role of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru to perfection.
2016: The Nawab of Bollywood, Saif Ali Khan wins hands down with his charming royal looks.

Sardar Patel

1982: Saeed Jaffery pulled off the role of The Iron Man of India, Sardar Patel flawlessly.            
2016: Paresh Rawal’s known for his diverse character roles makes him our choice to play the part.

Mohammad Ali Jinnah

1982: Alyque Padamsee brought to life an important historic figure, Mohammad Ali Jinnah, popularly known as the father of Pakistan in history

2016: Irrfan Khan, a global Indian will surely cut ice in this role.

Lord Mountbatten

1982: Peter Harlowe played the part with the sternness of a bureaucrat and an attitude on his face.
2016: The suave, Rajat Kapoor has our vote to play the last viceroy of the British Indian Empire.

Whether it was 1982 or 2016, the story of the man who brought India independence needs to be told and needs to be heard!

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Tune-in to Zee Classic to watch Richard Attenborough directed ‘Gandhi’ on this Saturday, 13th August at 8 PM and Monday, 15th August at 9:30 AM

Friday, 5 August 2016

The Conspiracy at Meru

The Conspiracy at Meru (Vikramaditya Veergatha # 2)


Vikramaditya and his Council of Nine have fought valiantly to repel the rampaging hordes from Devaloka and Patala – but Avanti has been brought to its knees. Ujjayini lies battered its citizens are scared and morale is badly shaken. Meanwhile, the barbaric Hunas and Sakas are gathering on the horizon and cracks are emerging between the allied kingdoms of Sindhuvarta.

The only silver lining is that the deadly Halahala is safe. For now.

Bent on vengeance, Indra is already scheming to destroy Vikramaditya, while Shukracharya has a plan that can spell the doom for the Guardians of the Halahala. How long can the human army hold out against the ferocity and cunning of the devas and asuras? And will Vikramaditya’s love for his queen come in the way of his promise to Shiva?

The deadly Halahala, the all-devouring poison churned from the depths of the White Lake by the devas and asuras, was swallowed by Shiva to save the universe from extinction.
But was the Halahala truly destroyed?
A small portion still remains – a weapon powerful enough to guarantee victory to whoever possesses it. And both asuras and devas, locked in battle for supremacy, will stop at nothing to claim it.
As the forces of Devaloka and Patala, led by Indra and Shukracharya, plot to possess the Halahala, Shiva turns to mankind to guard it from their murderous clutches. It is now up to Samrat Vikramaditya and his Council of Nine to quell the supernatural hordes – and prevent the universe from tumbling into chaos!
A sweeping tale of honour and courage in the face of infinite danger, greed and deceit, The Guardians of the Halahala is a fantastical journey into a time of myth and legend.

About the Author
Door-to-door salesman, copywriter, business journalist & assistant editor at The Economic Times; Shatrujeet Nath was all this before he took to writing fiction full-time. He debuted with The Karachi Deception in 2013, followed by The Guardians of the Halahala and The Conspiracy at Meru, the first two books in the Vikramaditya Veergatha series. At present, he is writing volume three of the series. Shatrujeet lives in Mumbai, but spends much of his time in the fantasy worlds of his stories.

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Saturday, 23 July 2016


Note : I received this book from the author in exchange of an honest review.

My Review:

I'm not much into self help books but, I never thought this book will leave a deep impact on my soul. Inspirations, motivational quotes and key to success all wrapped up into a single unit present in this book. The author has emphazied on the power residing within you, which has the ability to transform you to a super hero. He has also highlighted the importance of positivity and the will to win.

This book consists of nine chapters and each chapter is explained beautifully. I'm impressed with Dilip Bathija's work in this book. It is a quick read contains only 127 pages. The language is simple yet effective. I've a special place in my heart for quotations and this book has powerful quotes.

This is one of my favorite ones:
"Whenever anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the offence can't reach it."
                                                                                                                     ~ Rene Descartes~

I would like to give this 4 out of 5 stars and this book is highly recommended to all self help fans.  

About The Author:

Dilip bathija is an author, human-artist, successful entrepreneur, speaker and a humanitarian. His workshops are held in more than 40 cities around the world every year. He believes every individual is capable of attaining personal and professional greatness.

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Monday, 6 June 2016


About the Book:
Perfect for fans of JojoMoyes’s, Me Before You, My Last Love Story is a heartbreakingly romantic tale about the complexities of trauma and whether love can right a wrong.

I, Simeen Desai, am tired of making lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.

Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my world sparkle and spin.
Love has ripped my life apart and shattered my soul. 

I love my husband, and he loves me.
But Nirvaan is dying.
I love my husband. I want to make him happy.
But he is asking for the impossible. 

I don’t want a baby.
I don’t want to make nice with Zayaan.
I don’t want another chance at another love story. 

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My Review:

These days I'm trying to stay away from romance genre. But, the cover and name caught my name. After completing it, I was completely and madly in love with Simeen, Nirvaan and Zayaan. This book is a beautiful realistic take on friendship, love, sacrifice and relationship. This is no ordinary love triangle, you'll fall for each of them. 

Falguni has done a great job in describing emotions through words. All the characters are well etched out. The author did an awesome job in explaining the past as well as present without any confusion. 

What I Liked!!!
  • I loved the emotions, the tale of three friends, the writing style, the perfect ending and some moments which will make you laugh at the same time you'll become sad. 

What I didn't Like!!!
  • Some parts are lagging in pace, which makes those parts little dragging and boring.

If you're a romance and melodrama fan, then you'll definitely like it. I'll give it 4 out of 5 stars for all the things I've liked and disliked.     

Read an Excerpt:

Dear Readers, thank you for coming along on the My Last Love Story Blog Tour. Here’s an excerpt to enjoy.


“Love is a dish best served naked.”
As a child, those oft-quoted words of my father would have me rolling my eyes and pretending to gag at what I’d imagined was my parents’ precursor to a certain physical act. 
At thirty, I’d long ago realized that getting naked wasn’t a euphemism for sex. 
Neither was love.
It wasn’t my father wording the meme just now but my husband. Nirvaan considered himself a great wit, a New Age philosopher. On the best of days, he was, much like Daddy had been. On the worst days, he was my tormentor. 
“What do you think, Dr. Archer? Interesting enough tagline for a vlog? What about ‘Baby in a Petri Dish’?” Nirvaan persisted in eliciting a response from the doctor and/or me for his ad hoc comedy, which we’d been ignoring for several minutes now.
I wanted to glare at him, beg him to shut up, or demand that he wait in the doctor’s office like he should’ve done, like a normal husband would have. Khodai knows why he’d insisted on holding my hand through this preliminary checkup. Nothing of import would happen today—if it did at all. But I couldn’t perform any such communication, not with my eyes and mouth squeezed shut while I suffered through a series of uncomfortable twinges along my nether regions. 
I lay flat on my back on a spongy clinic bed sheeted with paper already wrinkled and half torn. Legs drawn up and spread apart, my heels dug punishingly into cold iron stirrups to allow my gynecologist’s clever fingers to reach inside my womb and check if everything was A-OK in there. We’d already funneled through the Pap test and stomach and chest checks. Like them, this test, too, was going swell in light of Dr. Archer’s approving happy hums. 
“Excellent, Mrs. Desai. All parts are where they should be,” he joked only as a doctor could.
I shuddered out the breath I’d been holding, as the feeling of being stretched left my body. Nirvaan squeezed my hand and planted a smacking kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes and focused on his beaming upside-down ones. His eyelids barely grew lashes anymore—I’d counted twenty-seven in total just last week—the effect of years of chemotherapy. For a second, my gaze blurred, my heart wavered, and I almost cried. 
What are we doing, Nirvaan? What in Khodai’s name were we starting?
Nirvaan stroked my hair, his pitch-black pupils steady and knowing and oh-so stubborn. Then, his face rose to the stark white ceiling, and all I saw was the green-and-blue mesh of his gingham shirt—the overlapping threads, the crisscross weaves, a pattern without end. 
Life is what you make it, child. It was another one of my father’s truisms.
Swallowing the questions twirling on my tongue, I refocused my mind on why we were here. I’d promised Nirvaan we’d try for a baby if he agreed to another round of cancer-blasting treatments. I’d bartered for a few more months of my husband’s life. He’d bartered for immortality through our child.
Dr. Archer rolled away from between my legs to the computer station. He snapped off and disposed of the latex gloves. Then, he began typing notes in near-soundless staccato clicks. Though the examination was finished, I knew better than to sit up until he gave me leave. I’d been here before, done this before—two years ago when Nirvaan had been in remission and the idea of having a baby had wormed its way into his head. We’d tried the most basic procedures then, whatever our medical coverage had allowed. We hadn’t been desperate yet to use our own money, which we shouldn’t be touching even now. We needed every penny we had for emergencies and alternative treatments, but try budging my husband once he’d made up his mind.
“I’m a businessman, Simi. I only pour money into a sure thing,” he rebuked when I argued.
I brought my legs together, manufacturing what poise and modesty I could, and pulled the sea-green hospital gown bunched beneath my bottom across my half-naked body. I refused to look at my husband as I wriggled about, positive his expression would be pregnant with irony, if not fully smirking. And kudos to him for not jumping in to help me like I would have. 
The tables had turned on us today. For the past five years, it’d been Nirvaan thrashing about on hospital beds, trying in vain to find relief and comfort, modesty or release. Nirvaan had been poked, prodded, sliced, and bled as he battled aggressive non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I’d been the stoic spectator, the supportive wife, the incompetent nurse, the ineffectual lover. 
And now? What role would I play now?
As always, thinking about our life left me feeling even more naked than I was in the open-fronted robe. I turned my face to the wall, my eyes stinging, as fear and frustration bubbled to the surface. Flesh-toned posters of laughing babies, pregnant mothers, and love-struck fathers hung from the bluish walls. Side by side were the more educative ones of human anatomy, vivisected and whole. The test-tube-like exam room of Monterey Bay Fertility Clinic was decorated in true California beach colors—sea-foam walls, sandy floors, pearl-pink curtains, and furniture—bringing the outdoors in. If the decor was meant to be homey, it wasn’t having such an effect on me. This room, like this town and even this country, was not my natural habitat, and I felt out of my element in it. 
I’d lived in California for seven years now, ever since my marriage, and I still didn’t think of it as home, not like Nirvaan did. Home for me was India. And no matter the dark memories it held, home would always be Surat.
“All done.” Dr. Archer pushed the computer trolley away and stood up. “You can get dressed, Mrs. Desai. Take your time. Use whatever supplies you need. We’ll wait for you in my office,” he said, smiling. 
Finally, I can cover myself, I thought. Gooseflesh had erupted across my skin due to the near frigid clinic temperatures doctors tortured their patients with—like a patient didn’t have enough to suffer already. Medical facilities maintained cool indoor temperatures to deter inveterate germs from contaminating the premises and so its vast flotilla of equipment didn’t fry. I knew that. But knowing it still didn’t inspire any warm feelings in me for the “throng of professional sadists with a god complex.” I quoted my husband there. 
Nirvaan captured my attention with a pat on my head. “See you soon, baby,” he said, following the doctor out of the room. 
I scooted off the bed as soon as the door shut behind them. My hair tumbled down my face and shoulders at my jerky movements. I smoothed it back with shaking hands. Long, wavy, and a deep chestnut shade, my hair was my crowning glory, my one and only feature that was lush and arresting. Nirvaan loved my hair. I wasn’t to cut it or even braid it in his presence, and so it often got hopelessly knotted. 
I shrugged off the clinic gown, balled it up, and placed it on the bed. I wiped myself again and again with antiseptic wipes, baby wipes, and paper towels until the tissues came away stain-free. I didn’t feel light-headed. I didn’t allow myself to freak. I concentrated on the flow of my breaths and the pounding of my heart until they both slowed to normal. 
It was okay. I was not walking out with a gift-wrapped baby in tow. Not today. No reason to freak out.
I reached for my clothes and slipped on my underwear. They were beige with tiny white hearts on them—Victoria’s Secret lingerie Nirvaan had leered and whistled at this morning. 
Such a silly man. Typical Nirvaan, I corrected, twisting my lips. 
Even after dressing in red-wash jeans and a full-sleeved sweater, I shivered. My womb still felt invaded and odd. As I stepped into my red patent leather pumps, an unused Petri dish sitting on the workstation countertop caught my eye. 
The trigger for Nirvaan’s impromptu comedy, perhaps? 
Despite major misgivings about the Hitleresque direction my life had taken, humor got the better of me, and I grinned. 
Silly, silly Nirvaan. Baby in a Petri dish, indeed.

About the Author:

Falguni Kothari is an internationally bestselling hybrid author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a background in Indian Classical dance. She writes in a variety of genres sewn together by the colorful threads of her South Asian heritage and expat experiences. When not writing or dancing, she fools around on all manner of social media, and loves to connect with her readers. My Last Love Story is her fourth novel.


Friday, 3 June 2016

FUN... FREEDOM... CONFIDENCE... #Datsun redi-Go

Pic Source : The Hindu

I belong from a middle class family, so I always go for a trendy, reliable and budget friendly car. After some recent research I found a car, which matched my expectations.  Nissan presents Datsun redi-Go, which has a trendy look, energetic attitude, budget friendly, multi features and brand's reputation. After spreading its charisma in worldwide, it has come to India. The pre-booking has started and the launch date is set to 7th of June.

I'll share some eye catching features which made me want to have it and I'm pretty sure these features will make the hatchback competitive in market.

The hatchback is quite attractive in terms of style, when it comes to look. The makers invest quite an effort to make it standalone. Today's generation get easily attracted towards stylist models and the look of this model will give you a ready to go vibe. I can simply put Datsun redi-Go is for those, who are passionate and very particular about 'the look and feel' of the car. The high ground clearance of redi-Go will help you to encounter less obstacles faced in the street.

The interior is wide and spacious. The fabric inside Datsun redi-Go is inspired from sport cars, which will make the people comfortable. The dashboard will give you a modern touch. Datsun redi-Go has 5-speed manual transmission, that will give you a smooth control and will led you smoothly with according to your demand. It will make you feel energetic along with proper comfort. The dashboard will display the fuel remaining, average mileage and much more things. The good thing about this hatchback is the air conditioner has optimized with accordance to the Indian climate. In other words it'll make the passengers comfortable.

Dtsun redi-Go has great performance in terms of fuel economy and engine. I always go for 'lesser fuel and longer drive'. The engine has the capacity to give you a knocking-free, great performance by adjusting the spark timing in response to the power requirement.

I would love to take a test drive in Bhubaneswar, my home town. As I've faced various types of roads in Bhubaneswar, starting from spacious to clumsy roads and national highway to dirt roads. I would test it for safety and comfort as I have already fallen for its looks. I want all the stares on me while I drive it.

This is a ready to go car, as the features will led you to drive comfortably, look stylish and being assured of your safety. So these're the facts which'll help me to beat my urban drive blues. I want to go on a long drive with Datsun redi-Go.      

I would say Datsun redi-Go is an ideal buy for middle class Indian family as well as the youths. Because price is the primary reason for which the people will buy it. Apart from that, the stylish look, safety feature, fuel economy will also be the reasons for which people will get attract towards it. I have already kept it in my 'bucket lists of Wishes' and I'm sure this car will rock in India also.  

Fun. Freedom. Confidence. The ultimate Urban Cross - Datsun redi-GO - the capability of a crossover with the convenience of a hatchback.

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