Coloring it Happy.

In case you still check out this space, I have a confession to make. I would be lying if I'd say I haven't posted anything on my blog recently because I've been busy with work. The truth is that I haven't had any constructive ideas since quite some time now and I promised myself a few weeks ago, that I wouldn't post anything that does not satiate the creative worm residing inside of me. I did not want to slide down the bar that I had apparently set for myself through my work on this blog, or maybe its all inside my mind. Also, publishing a post just because I haven't written in a long time didn't make sense to me. But, what the heck, here's a quick update.

I've been teaching! for 4 months now. This news has proudly made its way into my blog because teaching was never even been the last thing on my to-do list. As a child, every girl when asked 'What would you like to become when you grow up ?' often answered, 'Teeeaaaacheerr'. But never me. I always said 'I don't know about that, what I do know is that I'd definitely be an MBA someday.' I liked how the degree sounded sophisticated without making much effort. Well, its an unfulfilled dream as of now but more on that later. Back when I joined the school, I literally loathed every minute of it. I was this miserable little kitten who always wore a smile because she was too pompous to let her colleagues gather any tid-bits about her sob story and that those nauseatingly happy students shouting at the top of their voices gave birth to a sharp throbbing in her head.

My first salary check arrived sooner that expected, but unlike what I thought, it did not make much difference. None of my fellow teachers are my age, they're all married and settled, but the glad part is the gossip. They gossip about everything under the sun, from sex to scum, all of it. You might think this story ends with me confessing my undying love for God's little angels, but it doesn't. They still have the power to make me want to strangulate myself at any minute of the day by shouting their lungs out. The only thing that has changed is that I no more think that doing something I don't entirely love doing is the worst thing that could have happened to me. I know, I always end up talking discreetly about my thought-process whenever I do a post like this, but I don't know, maybe its how life functions, or maybe its just how I function. I always have a rendezvous with optimism but only after pessimism has robbed all things happy off of me.

I've been buried neck deep in my pile of unread books and that is helping me a great deal in keeping my sanity safe and secure.
Ah! The things I do, to catch a good read at an odd time.

PS - I know I haven't been replying to your comments lately, my sincerest apologies. I promise I shall be back on track soon. Also, I have an awesome news to share with you all. I, am a happy bird and you, wait until next time. Love.

The Best Is Yet to be.

Laugh with me, on an evening distressed,

Hold my hand, for I feel blessed.

You've seen me bound, you've kissed me free,

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.

I, Rama : Age of Seers : Book 1 - A Book review.

Title - I, Rama : Age of Seers : Book 1

Author - Ravi Venu
ISBN - 9780615582504
Language - English

Publisher - Cratus Media

Pages - 264

Price - Rs. 225

"There will be a time when men will fight among themselves in the name of God, when peace will fail; at that time a part of me will re-emerge."

“I, Rama, King of Ayodhya” – is a first person account of how the famed Hero monarch would narrate his tale, as viewed by him, his first hand view of the spectacular turn of events that would unfold themselves mysteriously, chronicling the path which immortalized his name, from a mere prince to the very epitome of manliness.

Ravi Venu has done an absolutely fabulous job with this opening volume of the trilogy "Age of Seers". I'd rather say it is a modern day take on the Ramayana - the epic. We've all grown up watching Ramayana and Mahabharata getting re-enacted on television, in case you enjoyed that part of your childhood, you will love Venu's efforts in this book. The prologue proudly rants about Rama in the late years of his life, narrating his extra-ordinary tale to his friends and his sons. It might seem like a futile effort at times, but when you finish reading this book, you'll get all your answers.

The two major highlights of the book are Vishwamitra and Kaikeyi. They have time and again proven that they had a big role to play in making this world a secure place for the human race. Unlike Ramayana, Kaikeyi has been shown as a warrior princess and her clarity and strength of mind is impeccable, whereas Vishwamitra's righteousness won him the title of 'Brahma-rishi' - The great Sage. One thing I can assure you of, is that this book is a well-researched combination of old day Ramayana and fiction but I must say, that it targets a limited audience.

As we move further in the book, the life of an adolescent Rama comes into being. Sita is also introduced here, their love and the kind of strength it held has been shown in a completely new light. It restores the reader's faith in undying love that can accomplish the world. Then the brother duo, Rama and Lakshamana are taught the skill of war, apart from the high morals that they have been imbibing since birth.

I would not spoil the fun for you by spilling any more beans. Go, pick up the book if you love contemporary mixed with a little fiction.

My rating - 3.5/5

About Ravi Venu - [Source : Internet]

Ravi Venugopal is a creative visionary and an entrepreneur. Ravi has been a part of several historical and science groups. After taken part in several Ramayana discussions and study for more than a decade on characters and looking at it from a holistic view has written this book keeping in view the acceptance factor of the new age audience of the Apple and Social Network Era.

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A Fallen Leaf.

There, she rested, quiet and cold;

Deranged, defeated, no more a rich color of gold.

She fought the wind, met her end with a heart so brave,

The strength that most men wish for, from cradle to grave.

PS - All of my work on this blog will hereby be signed as ‘Ayushi’. I have bid adieu to my alias - 'Serendipity'. Writing no more happens to me by accident, it comes from within, its a natural flow now.