Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right by Varsha Dixit (Question to Author & Book Information)

#askvarsha contest
Ask Author Varsha Dixit a question on your blog and she will answer you in her own unique way. Watch out this space for more. Only the best questions will be selected.

My Question for #askvarsha is..

Hi Varsha. It's a pleasure getting to ask you this question.

"I think deep but write light!" This is how you describe yourself.

Much as I love your 'light' writing (though I have to insist that your characters have a depth to them that contrasts with the word 'light'), can we look forward to stories on serious subjects written by you?

RIGHTFULLY WRONG, WRONGFULLY RIGHT

by

Varsha Dixit

Blurb

Love is in the air again…this time it’s steamy, bold and manipulative!

Gayatri and Viraj both are products of childhood trauma. Yet they were able to survive, one because of her shrewdness and the other because of his genius. Rightfully Wrong Wrongfully Right, the final part in the best selling ‘Right and Wrong’ love trilogy is the story of these two damaged souls.

Gayatri Dutta, the poster child for rich spoiled diva is fighting to escape a life of servitude her tyrant father is hell bent on pushing her into. Her past string of failures have her backed against a wall. Lonely and desperate!

Viraj is a con who uses his genius to perpetuate his isolation. His life once of violence and abuse has left him cynical and cold. He shuns the society and its hypocrisies. 

And then Gayatri and Viraj cross paths. She needs him and he despises her.

To Viraj, Gayatri, is the epitome of all that he despises, shallow, manipulative and the kind who uses her beauty as a weapon. Or is she?

Gayatri sees Viraj only as a means to an end. She is sure that Viraj with his nerdy demeanor, owlish glasses and crude behavior will be easy to manipulate and walk over. Only he isn’t!

Grab your copy @

Amazon.com | Amazon.in | Amazon.co.uk

Excerpt from #RWWR

‘I can do this, I can do this, I can...’ Gayatri wound her fingers tightly around her cellphone as she made her way to the cubbyhole Viraj called his office. I did not expect a freaking hug, but a polite ‘how are you’ wouldn’t kill that man. She rapped her knuckles on the door.

Viraj swung the door open. ‘What?’ His brows were furrowed and his lips, pursed.

Gayatri remembered what Nikhil had said to her once. Dr Viraj owns and runs this lab. He was the only one you needed to impress! ‘It’s my first day here!’ Gayatri could hear her voice shake. ‘Could you tell me...’

Gayatri scuttled out of Viraj’s way as he leaned out. ‘Find an empty room, do your work there. You are free to leave any time you want. You are free to come or to not come.’ The door shut on her face.

Flabbergasted, Gayatri kept staring at the door. What just happened? She cleared her throat. I should not piss him off anymore. ‘Thank you for this…this job.’ Her voice was as uncertain as the look on her face.

Viraj tugged the door open again. Gayatri flashed a smile at him and opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her short. ‘I don’t like talking. Find a room and stay there.’ He shut the door on her again.

 Asshole! Gayatri fisted her hands and retreated. I can do this! I am doing this! Bigger picture, please! Gayatri paused and peeped inside the first lab that she stumbled upon. The place was quiet except for a low hum of machines. Gayatri pushed the doors open and walked inside the lab. It was empty. ‘Does anyone else work here besides the mad scientist?’ She leaned against one of the steel racks. The door flew open behind her. With a big grin she turned to greet the person coming in. ‘Hi! I—’ she froze. It was the mad scientist with a bunch of papers in his hand.

Viraj noticed Gayatri at the same time. A familiar irritation flashed in his eyes. ‘Not this room. Not my lab! Find another room!’ He spoke with cool authority.

‘I was just looking!’ Gayatri smoothed her ponytail trying to mask her nervousness. He had her in knots.

Giving an indifferent shrug, Viraj walked past her. Gayatri got a whiff of his aftershave; it smelled clean and crisp, like water with a twist of lemon. At least he doesn’t stink like his manners! Gayatri stood there quiet and confused.

A loose paper slipped from Viraj’s hand and landed on the floor.

‘You dropped some paper!’ Gayatri said, her voice friendly.

‘Ignore it. Like you, it is not going anywhere.’ Viraj pulled a portable stool and took a seat in front of an electronic panel fixed to a bigger panel.

Gayatri gritted her teeth and grinned with the ferocity of a wild animal that could pounce any moment.

Unknown to her, Viraj gave a similar smile except his was more like the wild animal that had pounced and won.

‘I’ll go and find a room. Thank you!’ Swiveling on her heel, Gayatri headed for the door.

Something stopped her—her father’s face and the realization that two weeks ago she had physically fought for herself, and now she had to fight again but with her mind instead of hands. I have to win over Mr Madness. Maybe I could wear a beaker over my head and tattoo the periodic table on my arms!

‘If you are trying to open the door telepathically, let me be the first to tell you it is not working!’ 

Gayatri exhaled noisily. Scathing and sarcastic, what more could a woman ask for? Taking a few calming breaths, she slowly pivoted to face Viraj, specifically his back as he sat hunched fiddling with the panel in front of him.

 ‘I’m sorry if I have offended you somehow. I really need this job. And also, I’m qualified for it. I can show you my degrees. I can really make a difference here.’

Hearing Gayatri’s words and her apologetic tone, something melted inside Viraj...again. But to keep up appearances, he turned rude. ‘I’m busy!’ he barked.

 ‘Please Mr Viraj, give me—’ Just then, without warning, someone swung the door open. Gayatri wasn’t prepared for the push. ‘Ouch!’ She toppled. Her desperate hands grabbed the first thing in the vicinity—a steel rack. The rack shuddered violently and some of its contents landed on the floor.

‘What the hell!’ Viraj bellowed jumping to his feet.

Gayatri winced. A large electrical component had crashed into her hand ‘The door just opened, pushing me in,’ she said shaking her arm in pain.

 Viraj glared at the door. He instantly lost the frown and his mouth eased at the ends. ‘Oh it’s you! Come inside!’

Huh, Hyde turns Jekyll! Gayatri spun around.

A timid, bespectacled, five-foot-nothing girl, her long hair in a tight braid, clad in a pastel-coloured salwaar kameez, stood at the door. Her skin was smooth and her hands kept tugging at the dupatta around her neck ‘Sorry to interrupt! Dr Kalra wanted to show you some tests he is about to run in lab 2.’ She then glanced at Gayatri. ‘I’m sorry if I hurt you. It was an accident.’

Gayatri was about to speak but Viraj cut her off. ‘She’s fine. Let’s go!’

Viraj went out with the girl, not even sparing a glance at Gayatri.

Astounded, Gayatri watched them leave.

Urghh…the shit-faced scientist actually smiled and that too at that girl! Gayatri kicked the steel rack. It shuddered again! Shoot! Before anything else would fall on her, Gayatri went after the scientist and the simpleton.

Did you like the excerpt? Author Varsha Dixit offers you four of her chapters free.

Read the First Four Chapters Free!!

About the author

Varsha Dixit

Varsha Dixit, the bestselling author of four successful contemporary romance books. Her debut book, Right Fit Wrong Shoe was a national bestseller for the year 2010. Varsha was a part of the Indian Television Industry and worked as an assistant director and online editor. She considers herself a dreamer who thinks deep but writes light. Even though creativity is gender free,Varsha feels blessed and enriched to be a woman. Currently, with her family, Varsha resides in CA, USA.

You can stalk her @

                  

    

   This Tour is Hosted by 

Facebook | Website | Blog Tours | Twitter | | Linkedin

We Promote So That You Can Write 

That Intense love, No puppy love (Book Review - MV Kasi's That Same Old Love)

Title: That Same Old Love

Author: MV Kasi

Genre: Romance

Mahi is back in her hometown, Hyderabad, after having spent years in the USA. Having struggled through insecurities, disappointments, and pain of familial relationships, she wants to let go of her past mistakes and start over.

Samrat, who had been a victim of Mahi's selfish pranks, is now a tycoon and also her neighbour. He obviously doesn't believe that Mahi has, or can, change since he last knew her in college.

The attraction between the two is sizzling from the very beginning. As they cross paths often, it is fun to read their banter.

That Same Old Love is a story in which each of the characters, however fleeting a place they may have, has a strong presence.
The secondary plots, such as Sidhu and Ananya, or even the cursory mention of the story behind Samrat's parents leave an impact in the mind of the readers.

This is why That Same Old Love is an enjoyable read, even though the author has given it this humble title.

This book makes a point about gender inequality and domestic abuse, about the belief of sex as a taboo and the acceptance of ones' sexuality, about bullying and the insecurities of teenage, and much more. And none of this is mentioned as in-your-face preaching.
These are all a part of this well-written, passionate story of love.

As Mahi and Samrat have a shared past, That Same Old Love moves between present and the past often. The narrative moves from one time to another without losing the rhythm of this story that I would recommend to readers who love romance.

But it is not a typical 'boy meets girl, they have a couple of tiffs, then they make up and live happily ever after'.
That Same Old Love is a love story which does have youthful passion, but it is actually a mature love story of two individuals who celebrate even their differences, having known from experience that happiness does not come in any standard moulds.

*  *  *

The italicized text in quotation marks are quotes from the book.

I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Blurb

A former bad girl with a past...

Mahi had hit the rock-bottom. All she wanted to do now was to start over and lead an uncomplicated drama free life in her hometown, Hyderabad. But unfortunately, some people never forgive or forget, and hold on to their grudges for a very long time.

A former nerd who hates her and wants her gone...

Samrat, a highly successful entrepreneur was Mahi's former classmate and current neighbor. Mahi had effectively ruined his higher educational prospects with her false allegations. She along with her similarly mean friends had also made his sister Ananya's life miserable during their college days. And to make matters even more complicated, Ananya is married to Mahi's first love, Sidhu, whom Mahi had callously left behind to marry a person of her parent's choice.

Watch the sparks fly...

When Mahi and Samrat butt heads at every turn, they are caught up in a fierce, but unwanted attraction that leads them into an exciting wild fling with no strings attached. 

But what would happen when one of them is no longer happy with their arrangement, and begins to demand more, wanting everything... 

A humorous, heartwarming, sexy story of redemption, friendship and love.

Grab your copy @

Amazon.in | Amazon.com | Amazon.co.uk

Amazon.com.au | Amazon.ca

Excerpt

Mahi sighed. "Samrat, I've already told you that I'm not that mean and aggressive girl from our college days anymore." Samrat didn't want to agree with her because that would mean that he will have to acknowledge that to himself. "Don't forget rude and immature along with being a liar." Her eyes flared, and she snapped out at him. "You were an arrogant ass, who has always felt superior to me with your holier-than-thou attitude. I would never like someone like you Mahi," she imitated him mockingly from the night fourteen years ago. Samrat was taken aback and a little shocked at the reminder. "But I guess one of things that didn't change about me is that I've still got a temper and some pride left," she said calmly. Samrat felt disgusted at himself for acting like some throwback cultural police. Women's dressing was the last thing he ever bothered with or even cared about. Mahi saw the disgust on his face. And that was her final straw. She began walking determinedly towards the door and then locked it. "What are you doing?" he asked, feeling slightly wary. She watched him, while walking slowly towards him with an exaggerated swing to her hips. "You are right. Maybe, I haven't changed. Maybe you are right to fire me for 'inappropriate behavior'," she whispered sultrily. When she was close enough, she held his shirt collar ends with both her hands, and dragged his head down towards her. Samrat could have easily resisted, but his brain was no longer functioning. He felt hypnotized and was staring at her bright red lips, expecting her to kiss him. But he just felt her nuzzle him around his neck and shoulders. After a few seconds, she pushed him away with a devilish smile on her face. "Now you can fire me. I'm sorry for what I did to you and Ananya all those years ago. But for your behavior towards me in the past three months, you can go to hell and stay there! You're so full of shit with your reasons to find fault with me and to fire me," she hissed and stormed out of the door. Samrat had no clue of what she had done, until he checked himself in the phone camera. He was shocked to see red lipstick kissing marks all over his pristine white collared formal shirt. He had a few meetings coming up in a few minutes and no spare clothes or even a jacket to cover up. He also wouldn't be able to pass through the office spaces without the red lipstick marks showing on him like beacons. He should be outraged, or even furious, but what he felt was something different. He kept telling himself several times that he was simply staying close to Mahi because he was trying to find a reason to fire her, which he now did. But at the back of his mind, even he knew what the real reason was. The signs were there all along, which he had been ignoring. He was slowly getting obsessed with her. With her playfulness, her smiles, and also because of seeing her regularly at his workplace and near his home. He had been going to work regularly, and sitting there thinking about her, wanting to see her all the time. The great inventor and entrepreneur known for his practical and cool headed ways, was almost wild with jealousy over harmless interactions or hugs. And it was jealousy over the woman who had almost ruined his life. Samrat cursed viciously. Again. ***** Mahi was upset and mad when she left the office building. She informed her team that she wasn't feeling well and would take rest of the day off. They would soon know that she was fired for inappropriate behavior. "Maybe, he'll even throw in assault charges. For the dirty sinful slut daring to touch his esteemed holiness," she muttered as she got into her house. She thought she was finally settling into a good schedule. She had a great job that she enjoyed. And after work, she visited her aunt almost every day at her new place. She met Rajeev there most of the times when he visited his mom. He got a great job offer in the city that he took up. Rajeev left a message on her phone asking her if she was free in the afternoon. She replied back that she was at home and would be making Singapore street noodles that he really liked. As she lay on the bed, she realized that even with the job and a routine, something was still missing. She was missing having friends and some major companionship. Even when she was trapped in an abusive relationship, she had always liked socializing. Dinesh had tried to isolate her, and keep her from making any meaningful attachments. So she had only ended up with very few acquaintances during the past fourteen years. She couldn't do anything about the companionship because she didn't want to go through another drama episode in her life. Either she hurt the men who loved her or they hurt her. But she could do something about friends. She socialized with her coworkers as much as possible during the working days, but they were all so young, and even if they weren't, everyone seemed to be busy with their own personal lives. She needed some friends from her age group, and someone who could connect with her way of thinking and actions. She had never made any long lasting friendships in her earlier childhood, since she was called 'naughty' and a 'bad influence'. But soon she had learnt how to control and then temper her behavior near the right people, making some really good friends in college. When she got married at twenty-one, she had to give up her friends as one of the promises she made to her then-newlywed husband. Sighing loudly, she thought of her gang from her college days and missed them like crazy.

Read Chapter One here...


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hello I am MV Kasi and I am a romance addict. :-)

When I am not working in a full-time job or taking care of my family, I sneakily read at least 3 or 4 romance books of all possible genres within a week. I love reading books that are witty, humorous, heartwarming, hot and definitely with a happily-ever-after.

After sinking my teeth into hundreds of books over the years, I had an aha moment one day and started writing my first romance book. For three months straight I worked day and night until finally, I finished it. Then of course, I re-read what I wrote, cringed and deleted most of it and started over again. Finally, I had a version of it ready that I was satisfied with (somewhat). But after getting positive feedback from well-meaning friends and family members, I decided to self-publish it on Amazon.

Although my story takes place in India, featuring Indian characters, I'm hoping that it can be enjoyed by readers all around the world. Especially since romance has no boundaries when it comes to a sizzling one featuring a sassy heroine and a hot alpha hero.

Stalk her @

                         

Follow us at # +Pinterest

This Tour is Hosted by

Facebook | Website | Blog Tours | Twitter | Linkedin

We Promote So That You Can Write 

*  *  *

the open window - tan renga

This week's Tan Renga Challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is a hokku by Jane Reichhold.
The challenge is to add 2 lines to it.

The host of Carpe Diem, Chévrefeuille has taken the hokku forward beautifully.

the open window
screened with a web
leaf shadows                          (Jane Reichhold)

the buzzing of a fly stops
a spider's dinner                     (Chèvrefeuille)

I tried quite a bit but couldn't come up with something that I felt was half as good.
Anyway these are the result of efforts.

the open window
screened with a web
leaf shadows                          (Jane Reichhold)

Moving shadow, spider scampers
-wind's mischief, o sun's routine  (Nimi Arora)

And here's another one -

the open window
screened with a web
leaf shadows                          (Jane Reichhold)

eagerly waiting eyes

hope unscreened                     (Nimi Arora)

Prompt by and Shared with-
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #108

I wish I could be six again... a poem

When one lost pencil
was my biggest worry
I wish I could be six again
to enjoy losing the small things

A scribble on a piece of paper
-my most cherished treasure
I wish I could be six again
so I could appreciate those riches

A friend's sad expression
was enough to make me sob
I wish I could be six again
so I could feel freely again

Excitement of school picnic
would keep me awake
I wish I could be six again
to have those first experiences again

My small, secure family
was my world
I wish I could be six again
and not know to ask for more

© Nimi Arora

blackthorn - haiku

the struggles

gleam from each wrinkle

-smiling lady

©Nimi Arora

Prompt by and Shared with-
Carpe Diem #1001 Blackthorn

ascension - haiku

The Theme Week #5 at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is about Ascension.

The dictionary meanings of Ascension include:

• the action of rising to an important position or a higher level.
• the ascent of Christ into heaven on the fortieth day after the Resurrection.

The host of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chèvrefeuille has broadened the spiritual threshold of this subject.

He says: "...ascension describes how we humans can ascend to a new dimension through spiritual growth."

Guru Nanak Dev ji has written about five realms or stages of spiritual progress leading man to the Ultimate Truth. (Source)

1. The realm of righteous action (Dharam Khand)
2. The realm of knowledge (Gian Khand)
3. The realm of spiritual endeavour (Saram Khand)
4. The realm of grace (Karam Khand)
5. The realm of truth (Sach Khand)

The journey through the five stages is not an ascension into some higher regions beyond our lives and our world; rather, it is based on drawing the Divine into the human situation. (Source: Sikhism, An Introduction by Nikky-Guninder Kaur Singh)

within us

the truth of it all

-guru says

the colorful rays

merge in each one

-actual bliss

  ©Nimi Arora

Prompt by and Shared with-

Carpe Diem Theme Week #5, Ascension

A story of fate, faith, and love that lasts forever (Book Review: Elaine Pinter's Eternal Mercury)

Title: Eternal Mercury

Author: Elaine Pinter

Eternal Mercury is an emotionally charged story of love.

It begins with the word 'Perfect'. That's how Chelsee Taylor describes her life as the book begins. She is about to graduate from high school, her childhood friend Max is now her boyfriend, and her life ahead is all figured out.

In the beginning, even as Chelsee describes her 'perfect' life, as she tells that she is always smiling, as she explains the heady feeling she gets every time Max kisses her, surprisingly, it doesn't read as a cheesy account coming from the inexperience and illusions of youth.
Rather there is a serenity that rings true.

Eternal Mercury has a short preface that describes an accident.
Thanks to this preface, the author manages to keep you on tenterhooks despite this serenity, waiting for that crash to happens.

It starts as a sweet story of young love, and moves on to one of loss and pain.
When Max dies and Chelsee can still feel his presence, the story moves to another level. One where as a reader, you wonder about whether what Chelsee is describing is true, or is she just not able to let go of Max's memories.
It's heart-rendering to read about Chelsee searching for the 'Max Feeling', which she can feel occasionally.

The concept of Mercury woven into the emotions of this story is very interesting.
"You can only see it right before sunrise or right after sunset and it's always low on the horizon. It's elusive like that because it's so close to the sun, but it's always there, eternally, even when the conditions aren't right to see it."

I have to say that I did figure out the twist in the story sometime before it was actually revealed.
"It's amazing how fate gives you exactly what you need at just the right moment."

Eternal Mercury is divided into two parts. Book one is from Chelsee's perspective and book two from Blake's. 
I loved reading Book one. And some parts of Book two, just because the other portions are already familiar to me as I have read about them in Book one.

I enjoyed Eternal Mercury. A story of fate, faith, and love that lasts forever.
"Trust fate. Live life. Finish well."

*  *  *

The italicized text in quotation marks are quotes from the book.

I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

*  *  *

   Eternal Mercury by Elaine Pinter Chelsee Taylor has been in love with her boyfriend, Max, since they started kindergarten together. She has no idea that high school graduation will be the last perfect day of her life. After a tragic car accident, she refuses to accept Max's death because she can still feel his presence. No one believes her and she is completely alone. But all of that changes the moment she meets Blake Andersen. It's not just that he believes her . . . or even just that he's so understanding . . . but why is Max's presence so strong when she's with Blake? Eternal Mercury is two intertwined books in one. Book one follows Chelsee’s bittersweet journey and book two uncovers Blake’s story of redemption. In the end, it is Max who will inspire them both to trust fate, live life, and finish well. Praise for Eternal Mercury “Overall, this novel made me really think about how life can change so completely in the blink of an eye. It was an amazing, life altering story.” “I loved this book. It made me laugh and cry but most of all it made me feel like there is always hope in this world.” “I could not put this down. What an amazing story of love, tragedy, strength, triumph, and family.”




Guest Post: Eternal Mercury, Organ Donation, and Cellular Memory When I first realized that I wanted to write a book, I knew that I wanted it to be different. Shortly after I began brainstorming for that unique idea, a car-crash scene on a mountain highway started playing in my head. Not only was I looking for a unique story idea, but I was also looking for a positive message. I began to wonder if, instead of something scary like a ghost, could something good be left after someone died? The answer became clear to me: organ donation. What could be more beautiful than that? And what could be more romantic than true love that could survive the boundaries of death? To my surprise, the idea turned out to be more realistic than I expected. Through research I discovered the phenomenon of cellular memory. Cellular memory is when people who receive transplants take on traits of people whose organs they receive. It’s rare, but when it does happen, it can come in the form of food cravings, changes in musical taste or hobbies, and sometimes even glimpses at other things about the donor. Although the level of cellular memory I portrayed in Eternal Mercury is fictional, the need for organs definitely isn’t. It’s hard to think about death, and the common misconceptions about organ donation don’t help. But by understanding the facts and then making your decision known, you just might be able to bring something good out of the bad. That part of Eternal Mercury isn’t based on fiction. Here are the facts: Over 100,000 people, including kids, are in need of transplants. Over 20 of them die waiting each day. One person can save up to seven lives by donating their heart, liver, kidneys, lungs, pancreas, and small intestine. That same person can improve the lives of many others through the donation of tissues such corneas, skin, veins, tendons, ligaments, and bones. You won’t receive less medical care if you decide to become a donor. Doctors and nurses make every possible effort to save their patients’ lives and will not even consider organ donation unless a person dies. Income, social status, and race are not factors in deciding who receives organ transplants. You’ll be helping people who need it the most and your family will not be charged for the procedure. Most major religions support organ donation. I’m not sure that there could be a more loving or selfless gift, but don’t be afraid to check with your spiritual advisor. Almost anyone can be an organ donor. Age and/or medical history don’t necessarily disqualify you. The most important thing you can do is let your family know whether or not you want to be an organ donor. No matter what you decide, telling your family will save them from the pain of trying to guess your wishes at a time when that’s the last thing they need. And if the choice is right for you, to let someone else continue on when you’ve reached the end down here, don’t think about what it means for you; instead think of the incredible gratitude you’d feel if someone did it for you or someone you love.

 


  

Author Elaine Pinter Elaine Pinter lives in Boise, Idaho with her husband and son. When she’s not hanging out with them, she’s jotting down ideas for her next novel in the tattered notebook she carries everywhere. Her writing journey began in June of 2012 when a reading spree set off an unexpected chain of events. After poring over the pages, her own ideas began to appear and she found herself glued to her laptop after her family went to bed every evening. The late nights continued until her first two YA romance novels, Eternal Mercury and Between the Starlight, were published. She’s one of those hopeless romantics who believes love always wins and that the best stories are the ones that drag you through the tears and reward you with a smile when all the pieces fit together perfectly in the end.

Website * Facebook * Twitter

*  *  *

A Celebration of the Big Indian Joint Family (Book Review: Sriram Balasubramanian's Jamba The Joint Family)

Title: Jamba The Joint Family

Author: Sriram Balasubramanian

Jamba The Joint Family is the story of Karthik, his grandmother (Jamba patti) and his extended family. 
The book is written in Karthik's first person narrative.

Karthik has his priorities perfect, unlike most people in reality. 
He loves (or rather worships) and appreciates his grandmother. 
"I could not admire a person more. I could not adore a person more. I could not love a person more, and I could not care for a person more. Jamba patti was a gem and my guiding light."

He has no grudges against his parents, who couldn't spend much time with him. 
He moans about the extended family but clearly is fond of them. And in some cases, would rather tolerate them than disappoint the others in the family.
He is a good guy, sensitive beyond his years, and yet so naive.

Jamba starts with a pre-script, giving a glimpse into the crisis that is to follow during the course of the story. A crisis, which the protagonist believes is going make his joint family 'crumble'.

A wedding in the family is a good reason to get the whole lot together. There is one being planned.

Added to this equation are the American relatives who have come to visit, who are supposedly treated as 'royalty' by the Indian lot.

Jamba The Joint Family is basically a celebration of the good old tradition of joint families. Thus there are many people that are introduced in the book. Some important to the plot. Others are not.

There is a lot of scattered information given that doesn't find a place in the actual plot, leaving many important things either unresolved or just giving a glimpse of them and then not mentioning them again.

One such instance is of Karthik's cousin Lalitha (I so wish she hadn't been called Lalu), who has some deformity in her legs. It is her marriage that makes for the background of this story. I would have wanted to know more about her.

Interestingly although Karthik himself doesn't live in a big family (he lives with his grandmother), it is the maternal family that this story is about. 

Take the descriptions with a pinch of salt.

This is the description of the maternal grandparents home 'Vrindavan' -
"Vrindavan had all the elements of a Rajnikanth movie with all the punchy dialogues, swearing by the baddies, motherly sentiments, and all the Tam brahm stereotypes; it had everything."

And assume the sweeping statements are the point of view of a rather naive person, who apparently sees a rosy picture in everything, except for a couple of people he is exceptionally biased against.
"This is the beauty of Indian housewives: they know how to deal with situations in the most effective manner, using minimal resources."
My response would be a sarcastic 'If you say so'.

My problem is that I am too much of a realist (or should I say cynic). 
In a short story collection I read recently (David S. Atkinson's Not Quite So Stories), there is a story titled 'Dreams of Dead Grandpa', in which the protagonist keeps dreaming of his grandfather, who has passed away. As I wrote in the review, these stories are good, but absurd.
For me, this story is about a longing to have spent more time with grandparents. Something I can relate to.

I can relate more to the quirkiness of an imperfect relationship than this all good relationship the author portrays.

As is obvious, I feel this story is too idealistic. 
Keep that aside, and it makes for a fine, if too verbose, read about the Tamilian culture and a filmy plot where everything falls into place in the end.

There are too many details. I wish some parts had been edited out.
I assume the author loves Madras, but I have had it with Karthik's love for driving in Madras. In his words, it can be a 'euphoric experience' driving through the chaotic traffic.

The language of Jamba The Joint Family alternates between writing as one would speak, and serious observations that at times sound like preaching. Certain phrases are used so often that they stand out as one reads the book.
There are some stilted conversations, over-simplified emotions, repetitive descriptions.

This book is a celebration of the Big Indian Joint Family.
"The concept of one's problem being split among the entire fraternity within the house ensures that the burden is reduced and new solutions are found. On the flip side, it can lead to an extensive amount of gossip about anyone and everyone in the household."

Karthik compares the dramatical situations and reactions in this story to a tamil movie. The joint family with its' gossip and back-biting included reminded me of a Rajshri Production film (may be Hum Saath Saath Hain), in which most characters are very good. There are some who have a bit of negativity in them, which is resolved.

The plot is based on minor problems blown out of proportion, and the inexperienced lot doing strange, supposedly heroic stuff to solve these problems. Reminiscent of soap sagas.

Jamba The Joint Family is a story with a message. Even though there are twists in the plot that belie reasoning, the author brings home the fact that family despite all its' idiosyncrasies comes first.

*  *  *

In an age when families are becoming more nuclear, Karthik's family was an aberration: It was a large joint family with its own complications, contradictions and commonalities. Two love stories and a wedding get intertwined within the family at the same time. One of them could make or break the joint family, will the family survive? Will the love story succeed? Will the younger generation respond to the needs of the family? How will the older generation respond to the changing perceptions of the younger generation? Will the family eco-system survive?

In an India swamped by globalization, this racy and humorous story tries to dissect the generational changes in Indian society and how the Indian society is responding to the changes.

Book Links:

http://www.amazon.in/dp/8193136063 

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30614726-jamba-the-joint-family 

https://www.amazon.com/JAMBA-Joint-Family-Sriram-Balasubramanian-ebook/dp/B01HC2KWAG/

*  *  *

About the Author:

Sriram Balasubramanian is a Writer who has contributed extensively to international publications such as NYT, WSJ, Foreign Policy, Forbes India, and The Hindu among others. He has interacted with a variety of global business leaders and policy makers in his experience as a journalist and writer. His main area of focus has been on human development, education and socio-economic issues with a global context.

Besides this, he has a Master’s Degree from University of Southern California and is pursuing another degree at Columbia University in NYC. He is also authoring another book on the World Chess championship which was held recently.

He is very passionate about India, its cultural ethos & socio-economic evolution. He can be reached at @Sriram316 or http://www.facebook.com/jambathenovel20 or http://www.srirambala.in

*  *  *

Oak - Haiku

standing tall

the shadow awaits

a tired back

©Nimi Arora

Oak (Image Source)

Stories that leave a mark (Book Review - Encounters by Sumana Khan)

Title: Encounters - Someone's Always Waiting...

Author: Sumana Khan

Encounters is a collection of five stories that the author describes as 'uneven, quirky creations'. 
I like this description... though the I would primarily describe them as touching (at times, disturbingly so), warm (even as they give you goosebumps), and unexpected.

Each story has a pivotal encounter that changes the life of the protagonist.

Stories of varying lengths, they are for believers... believers of the fact that there is a lot that we don't know.
We expect things to be a certain way. Encounters draws you into a world that questions the 'normal'.

Each story is a story of love, but they are not love stories.
Encounters questions our definitions of 'normal'.

Tales of strong individuals who have experienced the mystical presence, the emotions resulting from the encounters are the common theme of these stories. These are unusual stories of certain chosen ones. Stories on the fringes of the world of spooky, but not exactly so.
The stories of Encounters are strong on symbolism.

The stories are also culturally rich, the descriptions such that you can not just imagine seeing the place, but can even smell and sense it. 
A man remembers the celebration his family and neighbours had when the first electric mixer or ceiling fan was bought. Hilarious, and so very true and relatable.
It is such little details that complete the stories.

The stories hinge too much on the possibility of what we normally assume to be impossible. 
The line separating reality and illusion gets hazy, as the experiences of these stories ring unbelievably true.

There is a darkness to the stories. Not just of the unknown, but of the cruel society that we live in.
Yet, they always leave you with a lingering hope.

Do not expect to rush from one encounter to another. These are stories that you would want ot ponder over and let seep into your senses before you move to the next one.

Some emotional stories, with a touch of supernatural, that cocoons you with its' warm presence. At least that is how I felt.

I have loved every one of the stories and I am surprised. The stories are all different. You may find a couple of common threads, but the plots have no similarity.
I warn you though... your encounter with Encounters will haunt you, it will make you restless, it may even disturb you a little... and you will love it.

*  *  *

*  *  *

Blurb 

ENCOUNTERS is a potpourri of five sumptuous stories involving a motley crew of protagonists. Skating along the borders of fantasy and paranormal themes, the stories track incredible and poignant journeys of self-discovery, tracing the cathartic aftermath of fleeting encounters.

Grab your Copy @

amazon.com | amazon.in | Flipkart

You can get this book directly from the Publisher

*  *  *

About the Author

Sumana was born and raised in Bengaluru, Karnataka, where she went on to graduate with a BSc in Electronics, much to the surprise of her teachers, and relief of her parents. In what can only be described as a quirk of fate, she ended up as an IT consultant - a role she essayed for more than a decade. She then moved to the UK where she quit her job and pursued academic and literary interests. The result of this pursuit has been two Masters, one published book, quite a few manuscript drafts, and above all, being stone-broke perpetually.

She currently lives in the UK with her husband and several books.  

               

Follow Us +Pinterest 

This Tour is Hosted by 

Facebook | Website | Blog Tours | Twitter | | Linkedin

We Promote So That You Can Write 

*  *  *