Morals learnt for life

Childhood is the most precious stage of life, when the foundation of we shall be in life are laid down. The rhymes we learn and have fun reciting time and again gradually etch in our minds leaving a lasting impression. Same magical spell is cast by the bed-time stories we so fondly listen to. Their morals become our guiding light as we grow up reflecting on them, time and again.

Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one. The stories with moral learnt in childhood, successfully do that.

As part of the wonderful Super Fun contest on Blogadda, I will be sharing my memories and lessons learnt from two of the wonderful animation videos by KidsHut on YouTube.

Ever since my daughter turned 2, she has been drawn to YouTube for various rhymes, stories and fun kids videos which come in handy at times of crises, when most of my tricks have failed to pacify her. Now she is a school going kid and this time, discovering the treasure of wonderfully animated and beautifully narrated rhymes & stories with morals came my way, through this contest.

The best part of the KidsHut YouTube channel is they aren’t limited to stories and rhymes but also have educational, animation videos. The good news being, new videos are added to the channel every Wednesday and Friday to keep our kids entertained with new things to learn.

While I am writing this post, Pari is watching & singing along the rhymes at KidsHut.

Becoming a mother is beautiful learning experience. I am in love with this phase of life, when my little princess makes me recite the nursery rhymes playing my teacher and eagerly waits for the bedtime to listen to my favorite stories. Two of my personal favorites from the series at KidsHut are:

1. Story of The Thirsty Crow

2. The Dove and the Ant’s story from Aesop’s Fables

The story of the thirsty crow has amused me from kindergarten days. At the tender age of 4 when I had first head it, my very first thoughts were, how did the crow know that putting pebbles in the pot of water would make the water rise? Perhaps, I underestimated a bird’s intellect or was yet to learn the power of Archimedes principle in life. Whatever the case, but my doubts on the crow’s smartness lingered long after.

As time moved on, my curiosity about this inspiring story made me recount it on a number of occasions, reminding myself how perseverance can make me succeed even in the toughest tests of life.

The story of the Dove and the Ant was something that appealed to me from the start. The idea of a random act of kindness gifting a smile to someone in need has always enticed me enough to practice it in life in my little way. Besides, the realization of the fact that no one is too small (like the ant) to be useful or helpful, made me love this story all the more.

Many years later, one fine day I moved to an all new country to pursue post graduation. With no friends or family around, the vast cultural differences and fear of the unknown made me feel insecure. Getting rid of the consternation seemed impossible as I had no clue how to strike friendship in this new land. That was when, my mom reminded me of the story of the thirsty crow in one of our phone calls.

Mom asked me stay put, being my own cheerful, amiable, warm self, making friends one at a time. Starting with those whom I met daily in the library and classes, to the ones I shared my commute with. It started with passing a smile. Gradually starting with one friend at a time, I made a bunch of good friends. The persistence and patience bore fruit and soon I was no longer home-sick, bored or jittery of being all alone in a new country. A new sense of security and belonging filled me with confidence.

One Friday evening, I was returning back to my apartment, little late than usual, having lost track of the time in library. It was a chilly winter night and I had missed my tram with the next one over 40 minutes away. I decided to walk. Just then a car with loud music tearing past the chilled winter breeze and teenagers yelling in the alcohol drenched fervor zipped past me. Full speed. Before, I could grasp what they were up to, a sharp scream pierced through the air.

Hardly 100 meters away from where I stood, one of the teenagers had fallen off the car (or was pushed out) and was screaming in pain in her drunken stupor. The car didn’t stop and neither did the few other cars who pretended to not have seen the accident. I have to confess, I was hell scared and felt so numb that I felt my feet go hundred times heavier, making, taking any step further or anywhere else next to impossible.

“The true test of character is not how much we know how to do, but how we behave when we don’t know what to do.” ― John Holt

Just then, the painful screams of the girl, jolted me out of the dilemma. I dialed 000 and by the time I reached the spot, the ambulance and the paramedics had arrived with the cops. By that time, a handful of other students and passerby people had gathered and the girl was rushed to the hospital. I obliged by narrating to the cops all I had seen happen and how I had called up the emergency number as part of routine police questioning. The accident was the front page news the following day where I was glad to learn that the girl was safe with few minor injuries though kept under observation for head injury.

The girl was a student at my university, enrolled for a different course than me. I couldn’t resist the urge to go see her at the hospital along with a few of my friends. There, one of the cops (whom I had narrated the events to) introduced me to her parents. It was a brief interaction, but beyond the words, their moist eyes had conveyed to me how grateful they were.

Days flew past, I graduated, got busy in my married life and on one uneventful day was rushed to the hospital with severe abdominal pain and bleeding during pregnancy. After what felt like eternity, when finally I could get a specialist doctor to see me, I was amazed to note that he was the same man whose daughter had met with the accident years ago, right in front of my eyes.

It sure is a small world, our paths had again crossed. In an altogether different city, different circumstances. It took him hardly a minute to recognize me. What happened next, changed me as a person completely. Today, I can proudly say, he gifted me a new life in that emergency room when life and my survival looked bleak.

That night, if I had not called the police, someone else would have. When I needed emergency treatment had the doctor been someone else, the outcome could still have been the same. But, it didn’t happen that way. Life taught me the lesson of compassion with a practical example. Life wanted me to see and experience how our small acts of kindness can have life-changing impact on us and the world we live in.

In the circle of life, every pebble of effort moves us closer to success, quenching our thirst just like it did for the thirsty crow. No act of kindness, no-matter how big or small ever goes vain. The more considerate, humane and kind we are towards others, the higher are the chances someone will be compassionate towards us when we need it most.

This post is a part of Kids Hut activity at

Shop smarter with Quikr

This year has been very special for my family. We shifted into our newly built home and embraced modern life, like never before. The humongous effort that went in having the house built from scratch and investment of time, money and effort, greatly affected our investment in any artwork.

Though the home we lived in earlier was our own too, but a new home did call for decor make-over to give our new home a dash of contemporary interior designing. From the past six months, slowly and steadily we are working on this front. The living space on the first floor of our home, has a large blank space. It has been screaming for attention to gift it color and life.

Things changed when Blogadda bestowed me with the ‘Free Shopping Fiesta‘ opportunity. As part of this opportunity, I had the privilege to shop for items worth Rs 5,000/- for my home from, share my experience on the blog and also be in the running of win fabulous prizes.


There has been much talk about Quikr in our family when my Aunt and cousins successfully sold over all the bric-a-brac of their now-grown-up kids at decent price to de-clutter home on Navratri and managing to bag a steal deal on a 32″ LED TV that was barely three months old. Ever since, mom had been asking dad to create an account to taste the joy of good bargain. When this opportunity, courtesy Blogadda came our way, mom was the most ecstatic among us in the family because she already had a wish list ready.
Since, dad hadn’t been taking mom seriously, mom and I teamed up. Mom’s enthusiasm had been pumped by the daily TVCs of Quikr and the narratives of my aunt.

On the homepage,

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The Quikr Homepage

We comfortably selected our city and proceeded to Register for an account as we both knew in our heart this association is going to go a long way, given the long list of items mom had in mind of getting rid of and off course to buy.

Quick & Easy Registration

Quick & Easy Registration

Location Selector

Location Selector – They serve across the length & breadth of India

We quickly punched in our details, verified the mobile number (with a simple missed call) and voila we were ready to shop & sell in matter of five minutes. With a budget of five thousand, mom and I had reached a consensus on looking for home decor items, keeping in mind the living space on our home’s first floor.

We clicked on the Home & Lifestyle category. One click and I could feel mom’s face light up like a 1000 watt lamp for the variety at offer and the meticulous sub-divisions had made browsing easy, quick and efficient.

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Our search was driven by following key factors:

a. Home decor item(s).

b. Something to add life to our living space.

c. Item that we couldn’t buy otherwise due to unavailability/ rarity / price issues.

d. Our budget was fixed at Rs 5,000 (though we were open for a deal beyond this budget)

e. Location of the product had to be local to enable us to see the item live, before we finalized the deal.

While we sifted through sub-categories, we added so many items to our wish list, to plan our future expeditions on Quikr. Our search finally ended on Paintings (The listing can be found at: )

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Painting listings for my location.

Mom and I have a strong inclination for paintings. Be it on canvas or fabric (in the pictures below the bed sheet has been painted by yours truly) we love decorating our home with them. We both used to paint on canvas, but over the years somehow we haven’t painted cause of one reason or the other. While finding time to paint is next to impossible in our given circumstances (with mom’s health issues and I being busy with Pari), buying a painting from the art exhibition hasn’t been fitting in our budget either. We were well aware that finding a painting big enough to fill the wall could cost a fortune, but trying to buy an old masterpiece in good condition, could fit the bill.

“Painting to me, is a unique experience. Each work is a surprise and has its own personal and intuitive meaning. After brainstorming feelings and memories, each painting evolves freely and independently”. ~ Fernando Araujo

We started browsing. Beauty, talent and colors lay strewn everywhere the cursor went, but either the price or the size of the painting weren’t quite suiting us. In a few circumstances the alignment being vertical went in our disfavor as we need a horizontal piece of art.

We shortlisted a handful of paintings over a couple of days. In the meantime, mom decided to take the situation in her own hands; quite literally. She downloaded the Quikr mobile app and then there was no stopping her from browsing and finding great deals on items, we had no clue we could actually buy in our own small town.

Quikr app screenshot

Quikr Mobile App

All of the paintings we had shortlisted, were well beyond our budget. But mom was confident, there would be room to bargain as we were dealing with real people and not retailers. With Diwali round the corner, we didn’t want to miss on buying one of these masterpieces. Hence, we chose to directly call the sellers instead sending email messages. One of the sellers was out of station for Diwali holidays, one wasn’t interested in bargain and one agreed for a one on one chit-chat to take the deal further.

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We were quite lucky in the fact, that the person who had given a favorable reply owned the painting we had liked the most. A meeting was fixed. Mom and I went over to meet the seller at their home.

The only point of worry in my mind was the quoted price for the painting was Rs 8,500. When we reached their home, the lady whom we’d spoken to, was busy attending to a few guests. Her son took us to have a look at the painting. In one look, mom had made up her mind. This was it. She loved the subtle tones, the folk feel, and the dimensions to fill our living space in scenic rural Rajasthan beauty. The wonderful condition of the painting hinted the love with which it had been cared for.

The family was migrating to Mumbai, that’s where the boy who’d shown us the painting worked. Since he lived in a small apartment, taking the painting along was out of question. The seller (his mother) was emotionally attached to the painting having owned it for over 20 years.

The family was very warm and happenings of the evening had the goodness of people in love with art, interacting. My mom and the lady got along very well right from the start. Slowly we learnt that she was the sister of one of mom’s college mates. It is indeed a small world full beautiful co-incidences. The deal finally sealed suiting our budget (though a little over 5,000). The two (my mom and the seller) agreed up upon more deals as the lady had many other decor and handicraft items to sell (for which she hadn’t posted an ad, as she was waiting to see the outcome of this deal) before leaving for Mumbai.

The painting arrived in our home post Diwali and has adorned the wall as if it was always meant to be here. The seller’s family was very kind in helping transport the painting safely to our home.

The enchanting colors of rural India

The enchanting colors of rural India

Painting at home

A thing of beauty is a joy forever!

Area from a different angle

Area from a different angle

We are trying to evolve this living area with folk feel of cultural Rajasthan. This majestic painting has added a lot of personality, vibrance and life to the dull looking area. We are currently in the process of buying furniture for this space. Looks like Quikr is going to come handy yet again.

It has been quite an eye-opener, learning experience for me.

While I learnt to look at deals of used (but in good condition) items positively, I also learnt that unwanted goods eating dust in the store-room can actually be useful for someone else. Monetary gains for placing an advertisement for FREE is a huge plus, not to forget the multi-lingual, easy to use mobile app which adds to the ease of operation.

Quikr indeed played the perfect match-maker. The seller sold her painting quicker, we bought what we were looking for since a long time at a steal deal and got a friend for life.

If you are like me, Quikr is the place to be to shop all you want at best deals, available locally to see, feel and like before you pay.

  In dark age of inflation, Quikr is the lining of silver,

When cluttered home bites, Quikr is the saviour,

When classified is your need, Quikr is the answer,

When online deals look dubious, Quikr is true & better,

When retailer’s profit sky-rockets, Quikr is cheaper,

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Trust… but be clever,

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It’s an addiction that’ll never get over,

Shop smarter,

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Save bigger,

Only with Quikr,

Buyer seller ka perfect match-maker.

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God is a Gamer

  • Title  – God is a Gamer God is a Gamer
  • Author – Ravi Subramanian
  • Publisher – Penguin Books India
  • Genre – Thriller (Fiction)
  • Pages – 310
  • ISBN – 978-93-5106-461-9
  • Price – 150 INR

Synopsis –  God is a Gamer is an interesting story which takes the reader from the by-lanes of Mumbai to the beaches of Goa, to the imposing buildings in Washington to the financial capital of New York. A story which takes the reader to places unknown, not seen by anybody, but experienced by many – the dark web. The underbelly of the internet. And in the midst of all this, is  a tale of human emotions. A father whose son returns, a politician who wears his heart on his sleeve, a bank CEO who has a secret to protect. Caught in this quagmire is an old time banker whose gaming company is going down the tube, a couple in their twenties trying to find love, and a FBI agent who is trying to drown himself in work to forget his family. Things get a bit heated up when people get killed. Woven across all these stories is the story of Bitcoins, the virtual currency which has taken the world by storm. If some bits and pieces of this book leave you in awe, horrified that such things do happen, rest assured, most of the jaw dropping moments in this book have been inspired by real life events.

Review - The book has an impressive cover capturing the essence of the plot with shades highlighting the thriller genre perfectly. I particularly loved the use of gold in the title that adds to the impact of the well-thought title.

The apt title and the beautiful cover succeed in matching the brilliance of the plot.

God is a Gamer is divided into 99 short chapters, partitioned by the location of the events. The book starts with an introduction to the many characters leading diverse lives, hailing from different corners of the world.

At first, I had to turn back pages to recollect who was who, given the many characters joining the past paced narrative right from onset. Nevertheless, the author has successfully managed to start the book on top gear managing to keep the momentum till you hit the back cover. Yes, the book leaves you craving for more that you actually wish the book never ends.

I could feel the adrenaline rush in the lucid narration spun in rich vocabulary, with not even a single dull moment in the book. The pinnacle of this thriller ride is, you won’t want to stop till you reach the end, not even to grab a bite. The tight plot kept me from indulging into turning the pages quickly because reading every chapter was both a joy and a learning experience.

Even though the plot is fictional, the author has shared vital information on many aspects of the virtual world. It made me ponder, how foolish we are, thinking that being anonymous on the web, we are safe.  In fact, we are all nude inside out.

I wish to congratulate Ravi on the impact of the extensive research done for the book. Particularly the Bitcoins and bringing to life scenes from different parts of the world through a visually rich narrative. The book almost has a double climax, turning tables more than once. I liked the clever use of rings, more than mere ornaments in the plot. The FBI investigation was the high point of this thriller plot. I believe, if ever a movie (preferably Hollywood) is made out of this book, it’ll be worth an Oscar nomination. I also liked the very clever use of the Confessions of a Hooker  as a blog and otherwise.

” We just have to go far back enough in time – to the point when no criminal thinks that far ahead. That’s where you will catch him with his guard down”

There are a few aspects of this otherwise impeccable plot, that I didn’t quite agree with.

** Spoiler Alert **The phishing attack on NYIB was the highlight of the plot and to me it has been executed with the ease an ATM is robbed. Why didn’t the account holders receive any intimation via sms or other means? Wouldn’t this require authentication by the account holder at some point before a withdrawal can be made?

Despite the magnitude of the ATM heist, it somehow lost its steam as soon as Townsville took over in the plot. Varun was left off the hook too easily, just because he successfully planted Laksh Mathur. Despite him being the one handling & heading Townsville and even having visited Ukraine very recently. How did the green bottle find its way in Tanya’s bag (shown in pictures)?

No information about that has been shared despite it being the game changer of the plot. Samsung is a South Korean company by origin.

However while describing the origin of the name Satoshi Nakamoto (Bicoin founder’s virtual name) it is said to have a Japanese Origin. ** Spolier Ends ** 

Question to the author - You have used the real names of many international personalities and organisations like Obama, Tim Cook, Visa, MasterCard, Dell, Apple, Facebook and more. Did you seek permission to use their names in your novel because not all information shared can be verified or is in positive light.

My Verdict - I highly recommend this book to everyone who enjoys fast paced thrillers that keep you on your tenterhooks. The book the power to tempt you to skim through pages in quest to know who is the master-mind, yet not wanting to miss the excitement of every chapter. An absolute page turner.

About the Author – Ravi Subramanian has been described as the ‘John Grisham of banking’, by the Wall Street Journal. An alumnus of IIM Bangalore, he is the author of five bestselling commercial novels—If God was a Banker (2007), Devil in Pinstripes (2009), The Incredible Banker (2011), The Bankster (2012) and Bankerupt (2013)—based on financial crime. God is a Gamer is his latest masterpiece.

Rating - 4/5

P.S. – Thank you Blogadda for sending over an author autographed review copy. This review is a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. Participate now to get free books!

Catching The Departed

  • Title  – Catching The Departed CTD
  • Author – Kulpreet Yadav
  • Publisher – Tara India Research Press
  • Genre – Thriller (Fiction)
  • Pages – 255
  • ISBN – 978-81-8386-066-6
  • Price – 299 INR

Blurb on the Book – The dead don’t speak. But sometimes they leave a trail. Andy Karan, an investigative journalist, is tasked to probe one such – the death of a local lawyer.
He ends up grievously wounded. His new-found love Monica’s life is in danger too.
It’s not that Andy wants to live for ever. But to die at the hands of enemies of the nation will be a shame that will transcend even death.

Review - The book has a dark cover in tones perfectly suiting the thriller plot and manages to pump excitement and anticipation in the reader.  I’d like to point that on first impression from the title, I felt it would be a horror novel. Though the blurb of the book hints the reason (death of a local lawyer) as the starting point of the plot and also the inspiration of the title, I believe the title isn’t very apt, failing to capture plot’s true essence.

The cover states  ‘Catching the Departed by Kulpreet Yadav’ was shortlisted for the DNA-Hachette “Hunt for the Next Bestseller” prize. This did have a positive influence in pumping my expectations from the novel, however, what I discovered reading through the pages printed in an eye-friendly font, lies ahead.

This book is #1 in a thriller series with Andy Karan as its protagonist where Andy investigates a murder to end up being sucked into a threat for national security. The book has a fast paced, intriguing first half that builds the suspense and Andy’s character as an investigative journalist with a past in the army, well.

I particularly liked the attention for detail trying to portray Andy as a real, believable hero who fails, makes hasty moves landing in trouble yet has the determination to keep going. His undying spirit pumps life at many points when the story gets predictable and slack.

I wish to congratulate the author in the use of wonderful analogy of the protagonist’s Mahabharata namesake, Karan. Though the analogies are few and far between but they come across as well thought and well-fitting in the novel as well as it’s timing in Mahabharata.

The language is simple and the narrative lucid with one very distracting flaw. The timeline comes across as a bumpy ride with disturbing inconsistencies (especially when trying to gel scene transformations). The author has tried to paint scenes giving picturesque details of the surroundings, but I felt he went a bit overboard in doing the same in the climax.

Monika (Andy’s love interest) in the first half comes across as a smart, secretive, glamorous woman but as the story progresses, she falls victim to no-room given for her character to grow. Without spoiling the suspense or spilling the beans on the plot, I wish to convey that the sequence of events in Murud did portray Monika behaving as a romantic heroine readily sacrificing her entity (and more) just to appease the protagonist. That disappointed me leaving a bad taste.

The second half of the story is disturbingly predictable without delivering a twist in events in the climax, as was hinted on a number of occasions. The master-mind too could have done with more room in the story. I believe, the plot called for bigger, politically sound and powerful accomplices than that have been shown to carry out a mission of this magnitude and gravity.

In the next book (s) of the series I hope to see due care taken to edit the book better to eradicate the roadblocks of grammatical errors and inconsistencies in timeline. The brilliantly drafted plot would evolve as a masterpiece if the author could include more dialogues in the plot, to ‘show more than tell’ and gift the climax sufficient length for impact (to avoid coming across as abrupt).

I recommend the book to everyone who loves reading a fast paced thriller, in a breezy read. The book would make a good one-time read during travel.

About the Author - Kulpreet Yadav the Founder-Editor of Open Road Review, an international literary magazine that has published over 130 writers from 20 countries in the last three years. As a Creative Writing Mentor, Kulpreet has conducted several workshops for aspiring writers in India.

Shortlisted numerous times in literary contests, Kulpreet’s stories and essays have appeared in over 30 publications, in India and elsewhere.

Rating - 3/5

His Runaway Royal Bride

  • Title  – His Runaway Royal Bride HRRB
  • Author – Tanu Jain
  • Publisher – Harlequin India Pvt. Ltd.
  • Genre – Romance (Fiction)
  • Pages – 185
  • ISBN – 978-93-5106-461-9
  • Price – 150 INR

Blurb on the Book - When Maharaj Vidyamann Veer Singh of Samogpur’s beautiful young wife vanished three years ago everyone assumed she was dead. When Veer discovers she’s actually alive and well he’s determined to bring her back home to do her duty…

Meethi loved Veer passionately but felt shackled in the role of his wife. Will they overcome the obstacles to find happiness in marriage?

Review - The book has a beautiful cover in royal tones of red, gold and off-white that captures the theme of the book wonderfully. I particularly loved the red running shoes on the cover. Like the cover, the title of the book has successfully captured the theme of the story.

I am in love with the Indian Author Collection of Mills & Boon because it makes it easier for me to relate to the setting of the story while relishing the goodness Mills & Boon is well-known for.

The book starts on a thriller note which slowly blends in the charming story full of love, passion and an enthralling emotional ride, never losing the mystery element. The plot revolves around the ups and downs in the marital life of Maharaj Vidyamann Veer Singh of Samogpur and his wife wife Meethi.

The book has a unique plot with limited number of characters despite a royal setting.

I wish to congratulate the author on the powerful portrayal of the character of Maharaj Veer Singh. While playing an egoistic, chauvinist, Veer comes across as the ideal dream man who has an aura of realism. He has his due share of star qualities with a pure heart that beats in love while having the strength to own up his mistakes while striving to correct them.

Meethi is a strong willed young girl who wages a war against depression in the loving presence and care of Veer Singh. She fights depression, sickness and all odds to finally take a stand for herself in the climax. Even in the towering presence of Veer, Meethi never fails to impress with her innocence and audaciousness to speak her mind.

The book has captured the emotional upheaval of Meethi well, evoking heartrending pain in the reader. The plot is engaging, language rich, narration lucid and the story has an optimum dose of family drama with the spice of suspense to make this book a very interesting read.

“They sat there in silence for some moments, looking out across the dark wilderness, sparsely dotted with twinkling lights. Life was rushing by and soon their time would be over. And, tragically, they were wasting precious breaths, besieged by complexes and mired in insecurities.’

I particularly loved the sensitivity with which Tanu Jain has slowly ironed out the differences in Veer & Meethi’s married life, helping them see the bigger picture while rediscovering the love that had always been their guiding light.

An entertaining read that I highly recommend to every Mills & Boon fan.

About the Author - Tanu Jain currently lives in Gwalior, India, with her family. This is her second title from the Indian Author Collection of Mills & Boon. Her first book was ‘His Captive Indian Princess’.

Rating - 4/5


  • Title  – Angarey : 9 Stories and A Play Book-Angarey
  • Author – Translated from Urdu by Vibha S. Chauhan and Khalid Alvi
  • Publisher – Rupa Publications Ltd.
  • Genre – Fiction
  • Pages – 101
  • ISBN – 978-81-291-3108-9
  • Price – 199 INR

Blurb on the Book -  Angarey was banned by the government of the United Provinces a few months after it was first published in 1932. Almost all the copies printed were seized and set on fire. The release of the book had been marked by protests and the government was convinced that it would offend the sensibilities of society.

Written by four young firebrands—Sajjad Zahir, Ahmed Ali, Rashid Jahan and Mahmuduzzafar—Angarey comprises nine stories and a play. ‘Heaven Assured’ pokes fun at a moulvi’s excessive piety, while ‘Masculinity’ effectively uses the interior monologue to skewer patriarchy. The stories ‘A Night of Mahavatt, the Winter Rain’ and ‘The Clouds Don’t Come’ are brilliant instances of the stream-of-consciousness technique being used to evoke an epic desolation and the uselessness of religion as a prop when faced by grinding poverty.

Angarey, the book which invited one of the earliest bans on free speech in India, and a precursor of the Progressive Writers’ Movement, was re-published in Urdu in 1995. Sensitively and brilliantly translated, this is the first time that the book is being published in the English language.

Review - The book has a cover suiting it’s title perfectly and the biggest irony is, the title Angarey (burning charcoal pieces) came to life when the book was released with the controversy the stories sparked.

The book sheds light on the history, social beliefs and the circumstances that brought about the banning of Angarey in the 40 page introduction that precedes the short stories. I think the introduction could have been limited to fewer pages, because it did steal my enthusiasm to read the book.

The short story collection wonderfully defies the social conventions and also brings to light the unsaid. The short stories featuring in this collection throw light on sexual desire, its repression and how restrictions, whether social or religious affect the human mind. The stories are first person narratives bringing out the intricate details of the mindset, beliefs and social settings prevalent in those times with most unexpected twists and views.

I wish to congratulate the authors for the effort put to understand religion, society, gender, customs, sensitively.  The modern outlook in the approach of short stories didn’t fail to amaze me. The authors have vented their dislike for the putrid customs and beliefs that treated women as mere objects of recreation and procreation with no respect spared for them.

Reading this book has been a journey through a century of social beliefs written with modern outlook that adds a spark of optimism to the stories highlighting the stinking social beliefs. The sad part being, some of those social beliefs are still prevalent in today’s times.

The translation is good and the foreword is written by Nadira Babbar the daughter of Sajjad Zahir one of the prominent figures of the Progressive Movement.

About the Author: Dr Vibha S. Chauhan - teaches English at the Zakir Husain Delhi College, University of Delhi.
Dr Khalid Alvi - teaches Urdu at the Zakir Husain Delhi College, University of Delhi.

Rating : 3/5

The Pen Warriors – Post 11

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Too Late For Atonement – Chapter -10

Read the previous parts of the story here –  Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 and Chapter 9.

Jennifer felt the burden of her father’s betrayal wear her down. The boil of rage had made her decide she needed to go to Mumbai and confront him. He was the pivot around whom miseries of her life revolved. But deep within, her heart lurched in anxiety.

She wanted to protect the fond father-daughter moments from tarnishing in the spew of acid she felt fill her up. She was battling the conflict that though her father was a hardcore businessman at heart, he couldn’t have traded his family’s joy for a momentary fling. However, temptations have a way of making the unwilling spirit give into the weaknesses of the body.

Jennifer felt her fury give way to reasoning. The doting daughter in her, wanted to give her father a benefit of doubt. But, the facts in her hand, the diary, the torn photograph, her mother’s silent suffering, were clues enough to hint a grave secret. She had to unearth the ploy.

While she waited for the travel agent to revert with her flight details, she decided to keep the iniquitous thoughts at bay watching TV. She flipped through channels without waiting to note what was on air. From MTV to FTV to Food Food to Surya TV to Cartoon Network she navigated through all, without stopping for longer than a blink.

A smile of familiarity rose to her lips as she stopped to see what Daya was up to in CID, but her mind wasn’t ready for any more drama than that was already on in her life. She decided to switch to news channels. The weather report was on air, predicting heavy rainfall in the coming 15 days. Jennifer’s mind wandered to the jokes she and her friends cracked on the meteorological department. If they say it’ll rain heavy, possibility of a drought was way higher.

Jennifer was about to change the channel when a breaking news interrupted the program. A familiar face claimed to be reporting from the Bombay Hospital in Mumbai, stated that on autopsy of a badly disfigured body found near the Pune- Mumbai Expressway, it was revealed to belong to a celebrated businessman from Kochi.

Jennifer’s heart jumped into her throat, pounding so loud that she could hardly hear the name. Moisture welled her eyes making it impossible to read the news as it streamed past in the lower border of the screen.

The remote slipped from her grip with a thud, waking her from the trance. For the first time in her life, she thanked the News channel for being repetitive about the breaking news, a fact she loathed and never failed to frown upon.

Her curse had come true. It was the news of her father’s death. Joesph Kurien. Soon the clouds of overwhelming emotions gave way to a fiendish smirk. Things were beginning to fall in place.


“Cut it…..”, shrieked Tara, for the twenty-first time. She wasn’t able to concentrate on the shoot and something major was amiss from the diaper advertisement she was working on.

Working with child artists is quite challenging. Frequent retakes only add to the difficulty, making the child go crankier by the minute. Tara just couldn’t concentrate. Memories of Roohi’s childhood would come gushing through the flood-gates as soon as the camera started rolling.

Tara decided to let her assistant take over for the shoot, stepping out to find peace with a cup of black coffee. She darted to her cabin but the team noted in horror stream of tears tint Tara’s cheeks. It was a first and no one missed it.

In Tara’s mind played the day when Roohi was around a year old and learning to take her baby steps. Shekhar was out-of-town for work and Tara had taken a day off. While she encouraged Roohi to walk, the landline phone rang.

Hoping it to be Shekhar, Tara answered in an excited voice.

“Hello honey…you called at the perfect time. I was about to call you”

Without waiting for a reply, she continued; “You know our Roohi took her first steps this morning” said Tara in a voice full of motherly jubilation.

The other end of the line was quiet. She could hear a cold sigh, light breathing but nothing more than that.

Worried and alarmed Tara blurted out, “Hello….Shekhar….you there?”

The phone line boomed with the baritone of a familiar voice. It didn’t belong to Shekhar. Fear and fury gave her goose-bumps. It was Roohi’s biological father on the line.

Her thoughts were disrupted with, “Tara, I am coming over….”

Before she could react, the line went dead. The engaged tone hit her ear-drums like the blare of rock music threatening to deafen her.

She wanted to run away with her precious child. Protect her from his alluring charm that disarmed her every time he was around. She dreaded he might take away Roohi from her. She wanted Shekhar to return that very minute. His family needed him.

Tara raced to her closet to bring her handbag, checked for money while shoving her phone inside, dashing to pack the baby bag, when the doorbell rang.

She stopped as if shot point-blank. Her game was up. He was here.

The chaos disturbed Roohi and she started crying. Tara thought of escaping from the balcony, but trying to jump down the fourth floor with a year old baby was nothing short of a suicide attempt with murder of an infant at best.

She was cornered. She had to face him, she had to protect Roohi and she had to maintain the sanctity of her marriage.

Overwhelmed by fear, with dwindling determination, she reached for the door that was trembling with fervent knocking.

She asked in a bleak voice “Who is it?” which was answered by the thumping growing louder.

Putting the safety chain lock, she opened the door.

“It’s me Aryan…Aryan Ahuja….your neighbor”

“Oh it’s you….then why didn’t you reply when I asked who was it?” mumbled Tara trying to catch on her breath and wiping  the sweat off her brow.

“Oh! Did you ask? Sorry… I didn’t hear you ask Mrs. Dutta and I heard Roohi wailing. With you not answering the doorbell, I got little worried that’s why I was hammering your door”

“Actually…” said Tara while racing her mind to come up with an excuse.

“Actually?” asked Aryan with suspicion, his favorite emotion painted over his face and a spiked brow.

“Err…actually I am not well, I have been vomiting, that’s why Roohi was feeling alarmed and started crying” said Tara heaving a sigh of relief and acting to wipe off her face.

“Oh…” said Aryan with an unconvinced look.

“Can I help you with anything? Medicine maybe?” Aryan was trying to assess the situation probing his eyeball through the narrow crevice the chain lock allowed.

“Oh no…thank you Aryan, but I am fine…I have the medicine…please don’t worry”

“Mrs. Dutta are you trying to push me away?” said Aryan rather bluntly with a mocking smile.

While Tara struggled, a tall figure silhouetted behind Aryan.

“She’s expecting me. Would you please excuse us?” boomed the figure.

Aryan turned to look who it was. Tara was left with no choice but to hastily shove him inside before Aryan could pick any unwanted cues.

Read the next part here : Chapter 11

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