Saturday, November 12, 2016
Tornado Giveaway #3 Author Vaachakmitra
Tornada Giveaway 3 Author Reshma Ranjan
Name of the book: Love Sees No Reason
The Story:
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Becoming Stagnant or Continue to Flourish...
Long, long time ago when life was simpler, and there was not much distraction except for the radio. An individual used to perform just mere counted chores and be satisfied with his day and would call it a night.
Children would be happy to wake up since they had slept well and would be glad to go to school to unite with their friends along with studies and would be satisfied to come home, spend time with their parents and have dinner together without any interference of any kind of correspondence with the outer world except for the radio, which would hum their favorite songs in the background.
It was the world where priorities were the passion. Fun was unadulterated. Laughter was authentic. Family time was genuine. Relationships were respected since people had the time to appreciate things around!


Amidst this run, infants are neglected, while moms and dads venture out in the society that has got smitten by the 'multi-tasking' bug to get more comforts for their home, which is actually a home just for the namesake since the family is out for most of the hours.
Children in school first agitated against the changes but have adapted quickly since they have got lots of comfort in the name of food, technology to correspond and enjoy. Time is getting precious since all have the same complaint, "No Time!" and excuses are made left right and center.
Passion is hidden somewhere since all want to lead and no one wants to follow thus, lots of hard work put in along with stress and urgency for everything.
Alas! The human body cannot take the beat for long, and health is degrading thus, allowing medical professionals to pump in chemicals to keep us going. Wonder for how long these chemicals can maintain the man churning for more!
Two Cents
With the election of a Republican President, A senate and house the chances are that growth will slow down. If an American is dreaming of speed bullet trains or electric cars, forget it for these four years. Washington DC might not fund it. Even the research on gene therapies or any new onset of science and its revolution. Not going to happen!
Friday, November 4, 2016
Guest Post With You I dance by Aarti V
Now, a year later, Meera is still trying to pick up the pieces, while fending off marriage proposals from her well-meaning but traditional Gujarati family, and figure life out all over again. By starting a ballet school in Mumbai. But she has two problems. One, she doesn’t know anything about running a business. And two, she can’t dance. Not anymore.
Enter . . .
And then . . .
With you I dance is a warm, funny, at times heart-rending, love story of second chances, true love, and finding yourself when your dearest dream has vanished.
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Death, Heritage and Generations to come....
October has been a month of many emotions. It started with a shock that was followed by a rewind of all those years with my dad's sister, then coming to terms with it, and being able to say my goodbye to her.
It was also a month of anniversaries when my dad and granddad passed away.
Besides the sorrow, disturbance, and tears, it was also the month of Diwali, which is a festival of lights. Each individual tries to light up the diya/lamp in places where there is darkness, gloom, ignorance, and obscurity.
No doubt there were mixed feelings at first when this festival arrived. Since the early weeks made me see death and now this celebration, I am very confused!
But then I pondered the meaning of this festival. It's the lighting of the lamps not only in and around the house but also within to remove darkness, gloom, ignorance, and obscurity. This light actually makes men ponder within and helps them change their perspective, especially since negativity always looms stronger than positive thoughts.
When it comes to death, we are no doubt somber by the loss of a loved one, but honestly, science has proven that ever since a baby is born, they are decaying each day! Thus, death is a natural process. No doubt, as humans, we get attached to that person and want them around us, but the law of nature is that we are mortal, so we have to chin up. Let's be happy for that individual, especially if she/he has done all her duties.
Duties?
Huh?
According to the famous rhyme by James Orchard Halliwell published in 1842 with the lyrics:
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
That was the end,
Of Solomon Grundy.
That would be a waste of life! Where nothing was accomplished.
But a conscientious person who brought up her children in a healthy environment and made sure they made a life for themselves would be remembered and appreciated since her legacy will be carried forward via incidents or stories that involved her to generations to come!
As we usher the month of November towards Thanksgiving week, I will be filled with gratitude toward my ancestors and my elders, who gave me love and affection and guided me in times of distress and adversity.
I shall honor this post to my dad and his sister (my aunt), a kind soul who always had the self-respect to row her boat no matter what! Despite the pain that those nasty overgrown cells within her body were causing her, she did not give up on herself, and that's what is commendable! I pray her soul rests in peace.
Mantra for today: "The songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children."
― Philip Carr-Gomm
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