LIFE HAS ITS OWN NATURAL WARMTH

LIFE HAS ITS OWN NATURAL WARMTH

I thought Life is about chasing your dreams

And having mine, I took the trip and tread ahead

On my way I met up wonderful people

But Alas!! I left them at the back instead                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

The sky was filled with melodies of laughter

And the path was adorned with beautiful things

But I choose to ignore and focus on journey instead

In search for SUCCESS – My cherished dream

The journey was long & with companions few

I stepped at the top, thinking of a splendour sight

Alas! It wasn’t at all the land I had in my view

As it seemed to be the land of torn wind chimes

Bewildered, I stood amidst the barren land

Surrounded by leafless trees and flowerless meadows

Suddenly heard I a mysterious voice from back

 “Why Stupid Girl, Why are you Here?”

For SUCCESS – I knew the answer

But I couldn’t utter it…why I wonder

It seemed as if I Chased an illusion

And lost my natural innocence and laughter

The journey had happiness and sorrow

But I chose not to live them in right measure

I felt, reaching destination would be the first

Then I can live and treasure

I was wrong

Since Life is about living the moments

As success or achievement are not the ends

We must walk together and run slow

To Live, Love and Laugh

As Life has its Natural Charm & warmth.

BLACK IS A COLOUR AND NOT A SIN

BLACK IS A COLOUR AND NOT A SIN

The Bewildered Little Being

Was amused, by the slurs from its surrounding

What makes people Love its little friend?

Who looks like as if half baked in a microwave oven?

And what goes wrong when they spot him

They frowned As if he has committed a grave sin?

It didn’t take a galore of time  

For the tiny wondering soul to learn

That its only felony was, to be born

With a melanoid-ebony skin tone

It wondered, hadn’t their mothers taught them

That black is just a colour and not a sin?

We all are humans under the sun

With flawless souls and beautiful hearts within?

And then the tiny lips uttered heavy words

“I’ll crack open a book to record this as fact

That some might are born farther from sun

While some are closure to its warmth

The outer layer is white or tanned

That nothing but the amount of melanin

That separates you from me

That something the world must see

That under the derma, there no dividing line is

To discriminate between, we human beings”

I wish we had high definitions lenses

In Our Eyes

To look beyond the human skin tone

That there exists a beautiful heart

Whether the outer layer is

White Or Black

#StopRacism 

Past Can't Be Deleted But Can Be Diluted

Life... Is full of memories, Good and Bad!! 

Often we treasure good ones

We brood-over the bad ones.

We must understand,

Past cannot be "Deleted" ever

it can be "Diluted", However,

With good things, Good Memories of today!

Let’s not focus on Bad things happened to us...

Let’s look at Good things around instead!!   

- Tina Acharya

The Leader – A Fiction of a Non-Fiction Tale

The Leader – A Fiction of a Non-Fiction Tale

Disclaimer – Let me clear it in the beginning that I am not a typical book reviewer. In fact I’m a choosy reader too even though I claim myself an avid reader. For me a book is fantastic if is able to hold my spirit till end as I easily get bored and fatigued otherwise.

“The Leader By N.S. RAVI Sir is indeed a wonderful book, Trust me I finished it in one breathe.”

The Leader By N.S.RAVI

It is said that never judge a book from its cover. But it doesn’t hold true in case of the book THE LEADER. Seriously, the cover itself had a very positive impact on me and enticed me to skim through the pages inside ASAP. Moreover my niece Jyotsna who is staying at our place these days - who is typically a non-reader -  also liked the cover and now interested to scan through the pages too.

The Story

While reading the first few pages, the book reminded me Abhishek Bachchan and Aishwaya Roy Starter Movie GURU. The entire story of The Leader revolves around the time line of the infamously famous event “Textile Strike of 1982’in Bombay”. This iniquitous event had caused the city Bombay - with a population of fifty million - practically lost a whole industry as more than 70 factories were closed forever, 250 thousand families lost their livelihood and 2 percent of the entire population was affected by it.

Clearly, it’s an event that would naturally create an inquisitiveness that deserved a detail exploration.  However it’s really challenging to craft a fiction on a non-fiction tale. But being a hardcore Textile Professional most of his life N.S.Ravi Sir has written it with Precision and Lucidity while holding enthuse of the reader through his beautiful language skill. Having the setting of Bombay in 80s, the story has been well crafted, the plot has been well spread and characters are well developed. The entire theme has been well researched with minute precision in terms of happenings and information. The best thing about the book is even if it’s a fiction but Author Ravi sir has depicted the human emotions, anger, sadness, love, indifference, hatred, manipulations, success, failure etc with utmost realistic and sensible way.  

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 Even if the genre might not be appealing to many but it’s worth picking up this book because gliding through pages would appear like as if the author himself is narrating the story sitting before. Amazingly gripping and involving, beautiful storytelling and excellent language and words skill, The Leader is definitely one of my best read book. I loved it  immensely.  
I could not find any flop side of the book. This book is a great piece in itself. 

I am glad that I received an author signed copy of the same. :)   

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THE LEADER - By N.S.RAVI 

THE BUZZER OF THE LAUGHTER FROM BEHIND THE PENSIVE FRAME!!

THE BUZZER OF THE LAUGHTER FROM BEHIND THE PENSIVE FRAME!!   

Recently, while passing-by the road at Inorbit square Vashi, my attentions were caught by the laud giggles of these kids.  As I turned around to see, I saw these kids were laughing at each other’s talk while carrying books on their shoulders or heads for selling.  Though the inner I didn't like these hard realities of children being burdened with heavy bags on their shoulders – whether they are school going kids having weighty school bags or kids who sell stuffs carrying on their back at the roar sides, but I couldn't prevent the smile that flickered on my face looking at the carefree laughter of innocence. It seemed their bare feet and loaded shoulders with heavy bags – of fight for survival of course - have made them well learnt to carry the responsibility of their own life. 

Truly LIFE is the best institution as well as best teacher.  The frame may be pensive but the buzzer of their laughter was truly delighting. Isn’t it??