Klishmaklaver

Ours was not that silly 'LOVE STORY,' spun running around trees or sketched across college desks. Ours was 'DESTINY' written by Lord Brahma himself. And before you begin to think I made a kitschy, cliched statement there, please allow me to tell it all.  As all dutiful Hindu Brahmin parents do, my parents approached a typical old astrologer too. And thus I found myself fasting on Saturdays, 'for a perfect husband!' as they put it. I did it as dutifully as I could so as to get a husband as nearly perfect as husbands can ever get. If you know what I mean! Little did I know my future had a really whirlwind romance,in store for me, like no other's. "Have you ever seen a girl fast on Saturdays for marriage and a good husband?" My office colleague jeered at me in her cacophonic shrill voice one day, over lunch.  "What if you found a 'Hanuman' instead?" She continued walking around the table, akimbo and her cheeks puffe...

The Aryavarta Chronicles Book 3-KURUKSHETRA Author- Krishna Udayasankar Publisher- Hachette India My Rating: **** About the Author-  Krishna Udayasankar is a graduate of the National Law School of India University (NLSIU), Bangalore, and holds a PhD in Strategic Management from the Nanyang Business School, Singapore, where she presently works as a lecturer. “For a while, Criticism travels side by side with the Work, then Criticism vanishes and it's the Readers who keep pace." - ―  Roberto Bolaño ,  The Savage Detectives That's precisely what happened with me when I picked up this book with the other end in mind. I had planned to review it and being a die-hard historical fiction fan had already made up my mind to read it like a good critic would. What fueled my criticism were the numerous typographical errors. So many missing letters in words which changed the meaning and structure of the sentence.for eg. 'Identity' became 'identify...

INDEX:- Chapter 1: Whose idea was it anyway? By Avinash Gupta http://avirandom.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/jeep-and-bourbon-part-1-celebrateblogging/ Chapter 2: Touch-Me-Not  By Vibhuti Bhandarkar http://klishmaklaver.blogspot.in/2014/09/jeep-bourbon-part-2-celebrateblogging.html Chapter 3: The Ignominy of Defeat By Rahul Prabhakar http://2brahulprabhakar.blogspot.in/2014/09/jeep-and-bourbon-part-3.html Chapter 4: The Pleasure of Pain By Pankaj Sharma http://storiesinmoments.com/2014/09/14/pleasure-pain/ Chapter 5: The Road Not Taken By Harsh Singh http://magicalharsh.com/road-taken/ Chapter 6: The Silent Confessions  By Veturi Sarma http://www.veturisarma.com/2014/09/chapter-6-silent-confession-scribe_16.html Chapter 7: The Unwinding of Events By Sarath Babu http://daffodilstouch.wordpress.com/2014/09/16/jeep-and-bourbon-part-7-the-scribe-tribe-celebrateblogging/ Chapter 8: Two Lives By Babitha A. Costa http://babiscooking.blogspot.in/2014...

  10 little Bloggies listed at the Adda,  Dollie never fell in line, So then there were 9. 9 little Bloggies blogging at our Adda, Pankaj quit, a very sensitive team-mate, And then sadly they were only 8 8 little Bloggies writing for Adda, Avinash wouldn't write and didn't quit even, And so battling it out were only seven 7 little Bloggies The Scribe Tribe of Adda, Sarath's with his tweeple and we are in a fix, thus off and on, we remain only six. 6 little Bloggies telling stories at Adda, Romita says her comp's under the knife, So writers, we remain only five. 5 brave Bloggies blogging for Adda, Harry's been robbed when on a tour We shouldered it all, only four. The poem may be a ball of truth gathering some ire and some pity as it rolls but the remaining 4 pillars of The Scribe Tribe are extremely positive people. We gave the 'Game Of Blogs' our all and tried to make a successful journey out of it. ...

Read the previous chapter HERE  Chapter 22: Three is some bad company... Yet another day had gone by, of doing nothing, absolutely nothing. Jennifer was bored to her wits end, the restless soul that she was. Mumbai offered so many exciting opportunities to explore. There were parties they could have attended and premieres they could have been at. She only had to tell her Paparazzi friends in Mumbai that she would be arriving with the Super Model Aryan Ahuja and they would have got her as many passes as she would like. "Oh! What fun it would have been." Jennifer was daydreaming of being in Aryan's glamorous company. Her face soured as she remembered how Cyrus seemed to have completely forgotten all about his promise. The previous evening, after a brief and quite cold introduction, Jennifer had been left by the two guys at the Dutta home. Aryan and Cyrus had just simply turned on their heels and walked out. Jennifer hadn’t been invited over t...

Read the previous Chapter  HERE #prompt: WOW-Chapter of that book! Chapter 20: My hunches are always right! I'm feeling guilty. My conscience has been crushed to bits. I read books late into the night, searching for mental peace between those lines, looking for a verbal salve  to my wounds but to no avail. In the night I've cried rivers at my bedside table and yet the table lamp cannot beat the darkness that's set inside me. In  the pit of my stomach I constantly feel a churning of emotions. Every time I raise my eyes to look at Shekhar, they are welling up with more tears of anguish, in apology and they fall down again in shame but the man continues as if he's not noticed. This pains me even more. If he'd lashed out at me, I'd have felt a little less like a murderer,a little more human in my errors. I've been reading the 'Asura' by Ananda Neelakantan and I haven't gone beyond the fifth chapter. I've been cry...