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Lessons from the epic (Book Review: Shattered Dreams - Shubha Vilas)

Book Title: Shattered Dreams  (Ramayana - The Game of Life - Book 2)
Author: Shubha Vilas Genre: Religion & Philosophy / Self Help Published by: Jaico Books No. of pages: 387 Cover price: Rs. 350

Shattered Dreams, Book 2 of Shubha Vilas' Ramayana - The Game of Life begins with Dasaratha's restlessness. It is the night before the decision of Rama's coronation as the next king of Ayodhya is to be taken.
It journeys through Keikeyi's selfish and cruel demands, to Rama's initial days in forest and Bharat's reaction to these events.

Most of what I knew of Ramayana (before reading Shattered Dreams) was from Ramanand Sagar's TV version of it. Many a Sunday morning of my childhood was spent watching Arun Govil and Deepika as Rama and Sita, respectively.
I have no knowledge of and thus, no opinion on the different versions of the epic. What I am writing about here is 'Shattered Dreams' as a book.

Reading 'Shattered Dreams' is like watching a well…

Pampered and Radiant...

Dusk has come Moon is winking Time has come For slumber now
My little darling Is charmingly active The effort starts To put him to sleep
Summer Days Call for a bath Winter ones Just a change of clothes
Before putting on Soft, comfy night clothes It is important to Pamper him right
To keep him Dry and comfortable Through the long night As I said, dress him right
I have been advised By quite a few That diapers may not Be the right choice though
I know from experience Being mother of two Diapers help them sleep well And be healthy too
Sleeping for him Is not just rest His brain is working To explore some more
My sound sleep Thanks to his Is just a bonus, I say With a smiling face
Now that he’s dressed The way he should be For a night of dreams - Restful and beautiful
We spend some time- My husband and I Having fun with him – Our darling baby
We talk to him We tickle him We bounce him a little And then some more
There’s baby talk And giggling in the air Life is good, I think, With silent, g…

Dream On... #BefikarUmarBhar

The bucket kicked
with the last breath
So much left undone
at the time of death
Time is cruel, I say,
the clock stops for none.
Your perspective’s wrong, it says,
make every second immense
Precious moments spent
doing this and that
Years gone by,
life flies past
Working always for
time to come
Future takes away
today’s moments

Is there a way out
from it all
When every waking moment
Duty calls
If life were stressfree
If I lived #BefikarUmarBhar
What all would I do
What would I prefer
Not passing the buck
to all the responsibilities
What would find place
on my bucket list
The first up would be
a meditation retreat
The peace and awakening
needed for the initial kick
Discovering self
in the tranquil environs
Praying and musing
and smiling reflections
Going back to studying
is the Number two here
A creative writing course
to brush up my words
Study some more I will
I think I would love
M.A. in Sikh Studies
from Patiala University
The time needed
to study full-time
Is only possible
When s…

Haldi Kumkum

My first experience of Haldi Kumkum...

It was organized by 4-5 ladies from our residential complex. All the organizers were Maharashtrians, Haldi Kumkum being primarily a festival celebrated in Maharashtra (to the best of my knowledge, that is). It is a ceremony only for married females.

Haldi (Turmeric Powder) and Kumkum (Vermilion Powder) was ready in exquisite, shiny, small plates, along with Itr (Perfume) and Sweets. Each of us got a teeka of Haldi and Kumkum on our foreheads and returned the favour too. I was actually reminded of Holi... Next was a dash of Itr on the back of right hand. Til Ladoos were served. 
Everyone was dressed in colourful, traditional clothes, mostly Saris. When I first saw everyone wearing their formal best, with jewellery and make-up, I realised the significance of this custom. I find the Maharashtrian nose ring (Guchhedar Nath) especially graceful.
The evening ended with bhajias and gulab jamum, some Antakshari and a little impromptu dancing to Marathi f…

Seconds Away from Happiness... (Book Review: 32 Seconds - Johanna K. Pitcairn)

Title : 32 Seconds
Author: Johanna K. Pitcairn

Johanna K. Pitcairn's 32 Seconds is the story of quick-tempered seventeen year old, Julie Jones.
Julie is a girl, who seems to 'have it all' at the first glance. The first impression may see her as a pampered daughter of a rich father.

'Call me stupid. I preferred "willfull"'
These are Julie's thoughts.

As 32 Seconds opens, it seems to be a story of a 'Poor rich girl'.
As the story unfolds further, it reveals itself to be the journey through the maze of past and present, as Julie comes to terms with her real-self.

As the surface is scratched on Julie's persona, what is unveiled is the actual Julie that no one seems to have known. Her insecurities, addictions and secrets have all been cloaked by the mask of comparative normalcy. Cloaked, not just for others, but at times for Julie herself too.
Julie is lead on a path of self-discovery and self-acceptance when she comes across an old woman, The Mi…