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Revenge is unforgiving... (God is a Gamer - A Review)

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Book: God is a Gamer Author: Ravi Subramanian Genre: Fiction (Thriller) Published by: Penguin Books No. of pages: 310 Cover price: Rs. 299 ‘God is a Gamer’ is the story of three friends, Swami (an alumni of IIM Ahmedabad and a banker, just as our author is), Aditya and Sundeep (the latter two have a BPO and a gaming company). The gripping tale of ‘God is a Gamer’ includes an assassinated American Senator, a mysterious suicide, a Cabinet Minister, a rebel, riots, phishing scam, hacking, corporate politics, romance and much more. And all these stories seem to come together effortlessly, making for this engrossing read. ‘God is a Gamer’ by ‘Ravi Subramanian’ starts in the headquarters of Mastercard and Visa. It goes on to mention Wikileak’s use of bitcoins. I googled the latter and it is a fact. I love reading stories, where the fact paves way for fiction. Fact and fiction are interwoven and make the story ‘real’. Actual events and people are used to

More worldly than you think... a poem

What is Indian, I wonder as I pen down these words India in itself is so diverse that it is a task of sorts When did it happen that I could flaunt my passport The change was gradual I realise in retrospect When did it happen that India got noticed on world map It had lost its place over centuries of struggle, it's sad 'Sone ki chidiya' lost it's wealth and ability to fly When did it happen that it again could soar so high A feeling of confidence seeped into us Indians as India is wooed and the world beckons India is accepted in the world Or is it, world accepted in India © Nimi Arora

Her Masterpiece... Flash Fiction

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The photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers (copyright Douglas MacIlroy) He entered the room in the evening. He looked around trying to look at things through her eyes. There was an artwork using delicate sea shells and pebbles. It looked beautiful to him just as it was. But alongside lay more stones and a bigger shell. What had she planned to do with it, he tried to imagine. She always jokingly referred to this artwork as her ‘masterpiece’. He knew she actually meant it. The room was the way she had left it that night almost two years ago. She had wanted to work a little longer. He had insisted otherwise. She never woke up the next morning. © Nimi Arora Prompt by and Shared with - Friday Fictioneers

My first Indiblogger meet #WORDUP

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My first Indiblogger meet... my first blogger meet ever I didn't know what to expect. I reached around 9:25 am, expecting hardly anyone would be there. I was so wrong. There were quiet a few bloggers around. Through the day, there was an excitement in the air. Excitement and enjoyment of being a blogger. Renie Ravin said that there's no way to describe bloggers. There's no such thing as a 'typical blogger' - something I realised as I looked around. There are different types of blogs and the same goes for bloggers. I blog because I like to write. My blog is mostly about poetry and fiction, with my rare travel experiences thrown in. It was a inspiring to meet writers who blog for a living, or want to blog for a living. What I learnt - Discover your passion. Give accurate headlines to your blog posts, even if they are not always attention-grabbing. Do not follow anyone else's style. Be inspired by others, but work on b

My memories with you - a poem

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 49 ; the forty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. Image Source Your face key to my past Each expression an experience portrayed Memories abound as I look at you The goodbye coming all too near No image can capture this air My memoirs about to be lost to fire You left my future is lost I ache more so is my past I stare wanting to preserve you My guide to go down the memory lane © Nimi Arora

Magician... A poem

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Image Source Forever lonely with his skill the magician kept trying His eyes focused and often teary the magician juggled on Crowd shouting Little ones excited the magician made magic © Nimi Arora Prompt by and Shared with -  Poetry Jam - 'Magic' My 5 Reminisces of Magic

Barren, Intense, Worry - A poem

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The intense pair  questioned the barren one Years worth of questions asked in a single look The connection from past drained every worry from her being © Nimi Arora Three Word Wednesday - "Barren, Intense, Worry"