Shantaram- An amateurs mini-review.

•February 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment


Shantaram: the best book I’ve ever read, and is one of the most intriguing true stories ever written. The book mainly focuses on the life of Gregory David Roberts (author), but it is not only his life that is described in the book – somehow between the lines a reader can see the magnificence of human feelings, the complex structure of the human soul and the strength of the human will.

The theme of Shantaram is the exile experience, disaffection, and man’s quest for meaning. It’s also about shame and self-loathing, sadness and hope, fear and forgiveness, poverty and true wealth. And above all, it is about love.

It is the story of the indomitable spirit of a man who has lost everything – whose will to survive is astonishing – and the lengths to which he will fight to climb out of the abyss, absolutely astounding. The main character who has a number of names: Linbaba, Lin, Shantaram…is a man who feels damned and beyond redemption because of the crimes he’s committed (robbery, smuggling, gunrunning, counterfeiting, and working as a street soldier for the Bombay mafia) but who manages to find light, peace and salvation through the relationships he shares with the people he loves.

The details are so wonderfully written that will make you weep uncontrollably, daydream, smile, and laugh out loud at moments.

I won’t say anything more but READ THIS BOOK.


•June 21, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Wish you were here. Wish I was there. Wish it was different.

Wish wishes came true.

•June 14, 2010 • Leave a Comment

You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.

the beginning of an end..

•June 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

it all ended like it never happened…

there was no sound to tell something has broken

no tears

now there is nothing worse to fear


there are wounds and they will mend with time

but the heart will never recover

no one to hear…no one cares.

a tear in silence and jeer in crowd

now free to laugh at others, a loud.


absolved bird with lost wings…

what does the life means to him?

living is not just everything

he has nothing left to dream…

•May 30, 2010 • Leave a Comment

i came here
to find a mirror
in you
but you
just closed your eyes.

Worst ISP Part-2

•April 10, 2010 • 2 Comments

I really did not wanted to write this, but couldn’t resist anymore. I have already reviewed (better say F@#$ed) one ISP in one of my previous post. I must say, I am really not this much jobless to make hue and cry over the pathetic service, which some ISP provide, time and again. But this time its the worst ever Internet experience I am having, Reliance Netconnect  Broadband+ (the one which claims speed upto 3.1 Mbps) is even worse than the Worst ISP in Hyderabad.

A lot many things have changed since I reviewed the hapless state of my internet connection in Hyderabad, I’ve changed a couple of cities, tried some new service providers when I finally got stuck with Reliance Netconnect, which I can say is undisputedly the worst ISP in India.

My sincere advice to all those who are planning to buy this ridiculous gadget, please think twice on your decision. It will never give you the committed speed of 3.1 Mbps, consider yourself lucky if you get even 100 Kbps, in Delhi it works mostly under 10 Kbps. I’ve used this gadget in different cities across India and it works in the same miserable way everywhere. Network problem is not the only problem with Reliance, but the device will make sure that you are F@#$ed to the core. The device works on its will which comes with no warranty.

You are stuck once you buy the device there’s really nothing which you can do later on, but to spit out your frustration just like me.

on love!

•November 13, 2009 • 2 Comments

83637126I recently, while browsing through net discovered this real genius, Khalil Gibran. I’ve heard of him in the past but recently read his awesome work. You can follow the link at the bottom of this post and download his work which is really worth having.

So here he goes, ON LOVE:

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

From: The Prophet by Khalil Gibran

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