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"When was the last time you smiled for the entire day because you were happy through every moment on that day? Has survival at any cost – on either personal or professional front – taken precedence over the enjoyment of life? Have you lost touch with your capacity to enjoy life and take pleasure in the very act of living? Awaken the Child in You will aim to help you reconnect with your inner child and take the reins of the chariot – of your life – again in your hands and march towards fulfilling the purpose of your existence – To lead a happy life and spread joy and happiness in the world with everlasting success at personal, as well as professional, front."
A missing girl, a death in paradise, and a race against time to uncover the truth. The thrilling new adventure starring Simran Singh. Goa, south India. A beautiful holiday hideaway where hippies and backpackers while away the hours. But beneath the clear blue skies lies a dirty secret… Simran Singh is desperate for a break and some time away from her busy job as a social worker-come-crime investigator. And so the unspoilt idyll of Goa seems just the place - white beaches, blue seas and no crime. But when a disturbing video appears on her phone, featuring a young girl being attacked by a group of men, she realises that a darkness festers at the heart of this supposed paradise. And when she ...
Ranjit Hoskote's eighth collection of poetry enacts the experience of standing at the edge-of a life a landscape a world assuming new contours of going up in flames. Yet the protagonists of these poems also stand at the edge of epiphany. Icelight transits between audacious exploration and contemplative retreat doubt and belief melancholia and momentum. Hoskote's poetry unseals deep scales of geological time and strata of historical memory always aware of the perils currently confronting the planet. His poems are informed by the unfolding crises of war and ecocide. This is a book about transitions and departures eloquent in its acceptance of transcience in the face of mortality.
On a camel's back hill beyond Agra stands a Redstone citadel altogether different from the white marble Taj Mahal. Fatehpur Sikri is the capital Akbar built to honour the saint who foretold the birth of his first son. In the inner court of the king's palace is a broad stone terrace with a chequered pattern that resembles a game board. Here, accounts say, Akbar played a kind of chess using human pieces from his harem of three hundred. Costumed in various guises, his women would have presented lively masques upon this stage.Zelaldinus mounts such a pageant, glittering and fantastical, where past and present, nobles and commoners, history and fiction rub shoulders. Its variety of verse and prose forms evoke the carnival spirit of a masque. Underlying the depiction of a rich and varied court life at Sikri are reflections on kingship, a meditation on fathers and sons and a plot within a plot that tells a crackling story of love across the Pakistan border-while through it all strides the nimble ghost of Akbar himself. Jalaluddin (Zelaldinus) Akbar
'Maybe all of us are no more than Venn diagrams - our personal biographies and those of our relations colliding to create the teardrop of our selves.' Until now, Deeya has found an unquiet contentment in the memories of her affair with an older man and in a spare but tolerable marriage. Then, Neil comes into her life, offering a heady romance and a new identity. Will Deeya give their fledgling relationship a chance? Perhaps the seeds of her answer have already been sown by her family - by her grandmother and mother, both of whom have been compelled to make complex negotiations with love. As Deeya confronts their stories, she must decide: Will she upend her family's history and build a narrative of her own? Or is she - as are all of us - destined to carry forward the concessions and mutinies of our ancestors? Refreshing in its vision and assured in its craft, These, Our Bodies, Possessed by Light is a remarkable debut about (un)sanctioned memory, uncommon love, and the claims of familial history.
An exquisite, lovingly crafted meditation on plants, trees, and our place in the natural world, in the tradition of Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Braiding Sweetgrass and Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek “I was tired of speed. I wanted to live tree time.” So writes Sumana Roy at the start of How I Became a Tree, her captivating, adventurous, and self-reflective vision of what it means to be human in the natural world. Drawn to trees’ wisdom, their nonviolent way of being, their ability to cope with loneliness and pain, Roy movingly explores the lessons that writers, painters, photographers, scientists, and spiritual figures have gleaned through their engagement with trees—from Rabi...
The work done by Arun Shourie and his colleagues rocked institutions and governments: the freeing of 40,000 undertrials; revealing the Bhagalpur blindings; purchasing Kamla; dislodging a 'Sultan'; foiling 'strikes'; controverting Judges; battling privilege motions; courting contempt of court charges; nailing corruption, forgeries, lies, and the opportunism of rulers; uncovering suppressed reports... What lay behind these and the consequences that followed? A comprehensive account of dramatic incidents like getting governments to swallow legislation against the press, unseating of chief ministers, a prime minister unspooling himself even as manoeuvres to unseat him are scotched, a deputy prim...
7 July 1924. Sultana Daku, notorious leader of a gang of bhantu dacoits that terrorized the towns and villages of the United Provinces, awaits Lt. Col. Samuel Pearce’s arrival in Haldwani jail. It is Sultana’s last night. In the morning he will be hanged. Wrapped in a haze of charas and nostalgia, the daku speaks all night as the Englishman listens. He recounts tales of incredible feats and narrow escapes, of the camaraderie he shared with his bhantu companions, of his love for the nautanki dancer Phulkanwar, and of the shocking betrayal that brought him to the gallows. But even as Pearce and the reader are drawn into Sultana’s confession, the contradictions that emerge reveal the daku’s own demons—his fears, superstitions and ruthless excesses—and an unshakeable belief in his criminal destiny that clashes all too often with his secret longings and hopes. Combining swashbuckling adventure with a moving story of human frailty and fortitude, The Confession of Sultana Daku is a grand narrative that is as mesmerizing as it is unsettling. Told with remarkable flair, passion and a rare sensitivity, it seals Sujit Saraf’s reputation as a master storyteller.
Standing In A Room With Eight Thousand Tiny Creatures, Witnessing Them Perform A Dance That Few Humans Even Knew Occurred; This Was Life. Everywhere She Looked, Each Caterpillar Nosed The Air Like A Wand And Out Passed Silk. They Sashayed To The Left And Swivelled To The Right. They Bobbed And Undulated, Dotting The Air In Figure-Eights. They Worked Ceaselessly For Three Days And Nights, With Material Entirely Of Their Own, And With Nothing To Orchestrate Them Besides Their Own Internal Clock. Each, A Perfectly Self-Contained Unit Of Life. When Dia Watched One Spin, She Came Closer To Understanding The Will Of God Than At Any Other Time. Dia Is The Daughter Of A Silk Farmer, Riffat An Innova...
Guru Dutt Is Probably The Only Indian Film-Maker Who, Within The Parameters Of The Box Office, Made A Personal Statement With His Cinema. His Films Stand Testimony Not Only To His Own Genius But Also To The Creativity Of His Team, Comprising Stalwarts Like Cameraman V.K. Murthy, Music Director S.D. Burman, And Writer Abrar Alvi, Among Others. In Ten Years With Guru Dutt: Abrar Alvi&Rsquo;S Journey, Sathya Saran Looks At The Tumultuous Yet Incredibly Fecund Relationship Between The Mercurial Director And His Equally Talented Albeit Unsung Writer, A Partnership That Evolved Over A Decade Till Guru Dutt&Rsquo;S Tragic Death In 1964. Starting His Career As A Driver And Chaperone To Guru Dutt&Rsq...