Posts

Showing posts from June, 2016

Life is what you make it

Image
Life is what you make it: a novel by Preeti Shenoy Preeti Shenoy have always wondered me. She has an excellent talent of story telling with her deep observations and simple way of narration. 'Life is what you make it' is her second book after '34 bubblegums and candies'. I had heard girls saying about Durjoy Datta (romance fiction writer) He knows what rings in a girl's head. I would confidently say Preeti Shenoy knows what rings in a boy's head. Her works reveal her in-depth understanding of male psychology. The novel is a story of love, hope and determination. Story teller is Ankita and she lives in a very conservative family where boys are not allowed to call or visit her.  But she manages to keep in touch with her best friend Vaibhav who has got admission in IITD through letters and sometimes through telephone without falling into notice of her parents. She gets new friends as she gets into St.Agnes. Cochin  where she adores the position of arts secretary ...

Being Special in ‘Her’ eyes !

Image
(this is a work of fiction. Characters, incidents are either the product of author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events or locale are entirely coincidental) I was participating for the poem writing competition in our university arts fest two months ago. An air conditioned room was arranged for the writing competitions and I got inside. There was none there, so I was a little bit worried about whether I had been wrong about the stage number. But after a few seconds a girl came inside. She had worn a blue jeans and a white T-shirt, she looked like western born. And she looked almost of age nineteen or twenty. It was my first time I was participating a university level poem writing. I was supposed to compete with almost forty colleges under the university. So there was no meaning to assess, whether the counterparts were western born or not. She took a seat very distant from me in that big hall. But I could noti...