Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
– Khalil Gibran
Linking to Wordless Wednesday
“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson
Everyday we hear and read about violence in various forms. We hear about hate, death and despair inflicted upon humanity across the planet.
We read about how arguments over the smallest of things could turn into national or international disasters if proper attention is not given. All this makes one wonder on how we can continue to live in such a divided world.
From social entrepreneurship to being the Chief Architect of a literature and cultural festival; from being the director of the National Institute of Jewellery in Delhi to penning down a novel, Vinita Bakshi has quite a multi-faceted personality.
31 Miles is her debut foray into writing. Does it work? Let’s check it out.
The blurb goes like this –
Mansa has the perfect family life—a husband, two daughters and a big house. But she feels that something is missing. After shifting to a major city, she decides to take the reins of her life in her own hands, she decides to step out and seek a career.
While enjoying the new-found freedom and confidence, she completely immerses herself in her work and her new life. Till one fateful day when she finds herself embroiled in a passionate affair—with an online lover. And then everything falls apart!
31 Miles is the story of a woman who rediscovers herself after marriage, and works towards self-emancipation. Will she give it all up for the elusive mirage created by the stranger? What turn will her life take next?
Vinita’s portrayal of Mansa’s world is so life-like. She’s had an arranged marriage and is happily settled as a homemaker with two daughters. Or is she really ‘happily settled’? Though her husband is really supportive and caring, she feels that there’s something missing in her life. We hear about so many Mansa’s around the world day in and day out, don’t we?
“I guess this is it. We were meant to be together only till this point.”
“Are you out of your mind? All the preparations are done. Everything is finalized. The marriage takes place in 2 hours. And now you say that its over?”
“Yes, you heard it right. There’s someone else in my life.” And saying this, she walked away with tears in her eyes even before he could ask the questions swirling in his head.
Despite their numerous attempts, her parents hadn’t agreed to their relationship. And she feared that if they got together, their lives would be at stake.
‘My Father is a Hero’ by Srishti Publishers is Nishant Kaushik’s fifth novel after four bestsellers. At it’s core, it is a heartwarming story of the love between a father and his daughter. Does it work? Let’s check it out.
The blurb goes like this –
Vaibhav Kulkarni has had few accomplishments worth boasting about in his modest life and career. Yet, his happy universe lies intact in the love and pride his ten-year-old daughter inspires in him.
Nisha Kulkarni justifies every reason to be the favourite child of Pune’s premier school – be it her academic brilliance, her exceptional facility with music, or simply her unassuming charm. With his daughter showing promising signs of a stellar success story, Vaibhav has made peace with own unrequited dreams of the past.
But when the girl mysteriously starts losing her mojo and spirals into despair and seclusion, Vaibhav faces the toughest test of his life as a single father – to reclaim his child’s trust and happiness. What distance will a middle-class man with limited means go to show his daughter the merit in believing in a dream? Read this gripping tale of love, courage, and of the emergence of an ordinary man as an extraordinary hero.
For starters, the book has a nice cover design which perfectly captures the essence of the story. Everything about it be it the bag or the father and daughter holding hands is so well thought of.
Nishant has a lovely story at hand. The book starts off slowly as it shows the deep bond of love between Vaibhav and Nisha. Along with going out of his way to ensure that the smile never leaves her face, he also makes it a point to instill the right virtues in her despite the challenges of bringing her up as a single parent.
Rewind about 13 years and you would see me writing a few small editorial columns for Times of Oman – the largest daily in the Sultanate of Oman. At that time, I only wrote a few opinion pieces here and there and when they actually got published, I was delighted enough to cut each of the articles carefully and store them in my personal file.
As the years went by, I became a part of a few editorial committees of college fests but didn’t really write much in the true sense of the word. It’s only when I started my blog in 2009 that I actually discovered my real passion for writing and expressing my thoughts about anything and everything under the sun.
Dear Zindagi (Life),
You have quite literally been a bed of roses till date. Everyone has his or her share of horror stories and troubles which shape their childhood and thinking. But in my case, it has almost been as perfect as it gets. While I know that it may not always be the case, I truly appreciate what all you have given me.
Once the right values and beliefs were inculcated in me, I was always encouraged to chart my own course in my career. There was never any force or coercion to do things to please others or live life on other’s terms. And the best part was the fact that my loved ones supported me all the way in any decision that I took. They have always believed that one can discuss anything with multiple people but the final decision should rest with the individual. And they taught me the same.
I have finally learnt a few words like ‘buddy’ and am on the way to be the so called ‘modern’ dad you wanted me to be. I hear you ask why do I call you buddy rather than my son. As you would have observed, in my style of parenting, the children should always feel that while interacting with their parents they are as comfortable as interacting with their friends. They should be able to tell anything and everything without having the fear to be judged.
There was a phase during my growing up years when I felt that my parents didn’t know anything. I felt that they didn’t understand me at all. As far as I was concerned, they were pretty much outcasts when it came to my thinking, my friends and my general way of life. I always feared for the fact that if I share my life’s stories with them, they would judge me rather than share meaningful advice.