Book Review - Dirty Picture

I was reading this book "Dirty Picture" by Anuradha Marwah based on the real sex scandal which happened in Ajmer sometime ago. The author though deserve a pat on her back for taking such a bold subject , but could have done much better with some amount of decency to describe the sex tale.

While reading some pages , I felt like puking and could not muster strength to go to the next page. The scandal must have been obscene , but the book is just outrageous. I don't think the author need to be so descriptive when he/she is dealing with such kind of brazen subject.
What difference will it be when a work of fiction start sounding like a third class porn book??

Warning : Please keep this book away from the reach of children.

It is raining again!

Rain always take me to the bygone days of my childhood .Those carefree days when I don't have to think about what needs to be cooked for dinner, when I don't have to worry about any project deadlines, away from the worries of humdrum life ....

My favourite place was the window besides my room. I will be glued to my bed which was kept in adjacent to the window, through which I kept counting the droplets of water trickling from the leaves of mango and the peepal tree. TIP....TIP.....TIP.....TIP....TOP...TIP...TOP. There were total five trees two trees of banana, one mango tree, one peepal tree and the other one was mahogany. The trees of mango and mahogany were old and the branches had grown so much into each other that one could not fathom which branch belong to which one. The green foliage was dense. My eyes will not have enough of the sight, to see the verdant trees lined up outside the window.

The dense canopy used to serve as the home of many sparrows and humming birds. My heart used to dance with joy to hear their gentle cacophony during the rains. Their chirp used to blend with the sound of rain clattering on the roof and on the leaves. The storm water drain which was just a passage carved in the soil used to serve as the swimming pool for my dainty friends, the sparrows and the humming birds. And I must say that they were so disciplined that they will take turn to dip in the pellucid water. They will line up in one of the mango branch jutting out from its huge trunk and one by one they will whir down to take a dip in the pristine water flowing down. Ahhhh ..... It was cynosure for any nature lover.

Sipping tea in my balcony and watching the rain dribbling from the leaves of palash trees, I miss my dainty friends which I have left in the pages of childhood. They are secluded and obscured from the world in a corner of my heart. But when the rain comes, they start rejoicing and waltzing with me..

Love does not cost anything but sometimes it does?

News paper that‘s one thing which I crave after getting up in the morning. I am little startled up seeing the news published in the frontline ‘Techie kills wife and hangs himself’. What grabs my attention is the word techie and makes me feel that I share a bond with him/her, though there must be millions in the Bangalore thinking the same.

Amit Budhiraja a software engineer working with an IT Company allegedly killed his wife 28-year-old Rinku Sachdev Budhiraja, as he was disturbed about her relationship with a colleague and then later hangs himself with the ceiling fan.

Both were successful in their careers and were well educated. Their snap together seems to be a picture perfect one. But what coerces a successful individual like Amit budhiraja to take such a radical step. Is it insecurity or the fear that his wife might leave him? Or was he having suicidal tendencies that he could not concede the reality of his relationship which led him to take such an anarchistic step?

My heart just aches to think that there is so much growing insecurity and intolerance among today’s youth .Just look back 20 , 30 years back and our parents had more arduous life in terms of finance , a larger family to take care of , brothers and sisters to get settled. And still they were content and could struggle despite all odds, because there was a feeling of love and contentment.

Today in spite of having all the material comforts and money, the one thing is lagging is the feeling of love, and trust. One more thing which is just spreading like fire among today’s generation is the chalta hai attitude. You can almost kill somebody walking on the road and still it is ‘chalta hai’ or just has a fling with your friend’s girlfriend and still it is ‘chalta hai’.

God! Has morality vanished or has become like the hero of hindi movie, having negative shades.

Just take a glance at the scraps thrown by the friends and the not so friends of Amit Budhiraja and Rinku Sachdev in Orkut, made me think as if I am reading some porn site.

God! Can people have such squalid thinking and do we really belong to a civilized society???

There can be a heated debate on whether Amit was right or wrong??But one thing is sure that life can never be wrong. Life is the most eternal gift given by god to live and let live. I remember a saying ‘The life and love we create is the life and love we live.’

Life without love, is possible, but love without life, not possible. And love (Or Should I say Hatred) does cost sometimes our life. Ouuuccchhhhhh , it really hurts.