No life-altering philosophies. No depressing stories. No war crimes or injured puppy pictures. This is where you come at the end of a long day to smile and relax. So sit back, order a refreshing drink and share a laugh with me, your bartender for the evening.
And always remember that age-old, fluorescent green rule of life : An appletini a day keeps the doctor away.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Book review : Once Upon the tracks of Mumbai

Book: Once Upon the Tracks of Mumbai
Author: Rishi Vohra
Pages: 266 pages
Cost: Rs.175
Publisher: Jaico Books (2012)

The first thing that crossed my mind when I saw the title of this book was the 2010 gangster movie from Bollywood 'Once Upon a Time in Mumbai'. That movie had its moments of romance while also being dark and portraying flawed characters. In that one aspect, I find a similarity between the two - which is a good thing. 
Having gotten used to college themed love stories for a few years now as far as Indian literature is concerned, I was glad to move away from it and see Indian authors moving beyond the typical chocolate boy heroes which you and I have encountered in so many Bollywood films.

Monday, December 03, 2012

Young at Heart : My entry for the Get Published contest

I would base my love story at that point of life where it matters the most to everyone, irrespective of society, caste or creed. That is, the topic of first love. My story is based in a high school classroom and depicts the awkwardness of first love and the selflessness of that emotion. No matter what we face in life later on, our first love remains one of the most cherished memories of our lives.

This story is inspired from experiences of my own childhood. It follows 48 memorable hours in the life of a shy, timid guy struggling to express his feelings for the classmate he loves. In the end, he has to resort to some very secretive methods to get the message across. Back in those days, 'getting the girl' wasn't our moment of triumph. Seeing her happy was. And I know that , somewhere, in all of us, that same shy guy still exists when it comes to admitting our feelings for the girl we love.

Even today, that memory of first love remains dear to many a heart. That simple fact fills me with hope. It  reminds me that generations may pass - we may get overflooded with social networks and gadgets - but, in the end, the feeling of love, still emanates from the heart.

Extract :
Vineeta sat on her bed, staring at the flowers she'd snuck up into her room after school. She stared at the note again, trying to figure out who her mystery valentine was. Dhanya and Namitha felt it had to be either Harish or Ravi. They'd gone to the boys directly but both had denied it. That joker Karthik had directly admitted to doing it but a few simple questions were enough to identify that he was bluffing as usual. She read the words again, trying to decipher a new meaning behind each word. She looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror. 

She was smiling. And yes, Namitha was right. She was blushing so much she looked like a strawberry milk shake. She couldn't stop smiling all the way back from school even after she'd gotten down from the bus. Her first Valentine's gift had made her the envy of all her friends, but more importantly, she loved how it made her feel. 

This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs fromYashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

P.S. Click here to help my story get shortlisted for the contest.