So here I am trying out something new i.e., a bookish diary. Now, what is a bookish diary? To me it is a diary entry where I would be writing down certain thoughts that randomly come to my crazy, talkative mind while reading a particular book. I would be adding up articles each day updating my diary entries.

Hope I made it interesting enough for all to take sometime out of their lives to sit down in a comfortable couch, sipping coffee, at ease and read through my dairy entries as also share their thoughts after reading.

Now, I’m currently reading Selfienomics by Revant and my current thoughts are based on the complexity of human beings. Like, the unavoidable differentiation between the rich and the poor. The rich get richer and richer  while the poor become poorer. Then there are the middle class, though they are not particularly the so-called “rich”, they are not “poor”. While we, not we, if I point out from my perspective, I am writing pages after pages, vigorously paining my hands on the keyboard for the blog, the poor have no idea what it is. Even if they get a chance to know, I doubt they would find any interest. I sometimes feel jealous of them. Sounds crazy? Want to know why? Because they do not have scope of luxury and get so little of the materialistic world that they turn all their attention to what they have. Whereas we, again I, who hardly get time to praise the little things that life gives away with open arms. People are so busy with school, college, work and money that what is left of life is an undefined, unreachable leisure accompanied by stress. When we get too much we forget the little things which we should be praising and embracing, don’t we?



Is this what everything means? Is this the meaning of LIFE? Do we really know what being happy means? How  to lead a life worth living? What do you think? How do you feel? Is gathering knowledge, earning money everything? I sometimes wish I could just sit with my family & friends and gossip about random stuffs setting my thoughts free.  But does anyone really have that much time or patience?



#bookreview   Here Be Dragons

screenshot_2016-11-28-17-58-18First of all, what comes in mind about this book is that, though it was suggested that if one has seen Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara he/she will love Here Be Dragons, based on which I had thought out a little bit of the story but later when I started reading it I found no similarity between the movie and the story. The story is in a completely different level and I was absolutely not ready for this. But…that doesn’t mean the book has disappointed me..
Oh! No, no….. It has never left a scope to point out and express displeasure. It blew my mind and that too in a positive way. It is a rollercoaster ride of emotions, starting from discipline, running through pain, grief, fear, terror, enjoyment, pleasure, lust, happiness and covering the most of it reins love.
The story revolves around three men, a Korean – Kwan-Hoon Lee, an Indian – Ayaan and an American – Aiden, focusing at times on Ayaan and Kwan-Hoon Lee while Aiden seems to be quite a mystery though the light of importance falls mainly on Kwan. When Ayaan decides to give his busy, tired life a rest and even after facing thousand bombarding enquiries from family and painful anger from his girlfriend, he flies off to Rome only to suddenly come across his fellows. Then after quite some restrain, the threes fellas, not-to-enthusiastic Ayaan, over-excited Aiden and aim-struck Kwan set off on their mission only to get entangled in innumerable messes.
Are you a believer? Do you believe in love? Have you ever felt deep pain? The one caused by love? The one caused by torture? Have you ever tried and escaped from a life which was never much about living? How far would you go just to find you love? To see is she’s ok? To know if she loves you too …..still?
I would hate to give away spoilers so I am restraining myself from disclosing anything else. Hope this review helped rise in you some interest to read it too. If you love adventure, thrill, pleasure and true romance better don’t this hell-of-a read.
P.S. – When I say hell-of-a read better keep in mind….. I find Hell absolutely exciting.