A smart revolution

We all have fun at work (of course!). From coding coolies to Friday foodies we must have met a lot of people. One such lost bus of tourists make up my team. But guess the one thing all of us are interested in? Becoming thin!

I could easily say the team goal (apart from the managerial goal) is to cut the paunch and hit size 0. We would call ourselves fitness freaks (not!), holding discussions on diet charts and workout routines, only if talking could burn any calories…

One fine morning, one of us turned up gleaming and bright, sporting a fitness band. Needless to say, we dived right in for the attack. We got to know every spec about the band, dug for the ratings, compared prices online, debated on every e-commerce site and came out with a clear winner, Flipkart. #GetFitWithFlipkart

Guess who walked in with a new band the next morning? The entire team. All thanks to the quick delivery and promising deals by Flipkart. 

We went on little walks during our breaks to increase the step count, set group goals. Well, I must say, this smart tech was the only thing that ever worked for us. 

The smart gadgets but the not so smart me!

I kill my daily commute by scrolling through deals of the day and featured brands, all the while tempted to hit that Add to cart button. Unfortunately, I get paid only once a month (which I think is very unfair!), my dreams get added to the Wishlist. If only you had a peek into my Wishlist, you’d know how greedy of a person I am. 

Well, once I bought a smart watch, much of an impulsive buy. This watch supposedly supported gestures and I desperately waved my hand in all the supported angles to make it work. But oops! It never did budge. After an intense session with google, I got to know that the gesture support had to be configured first. *facepalm*

These smart gadgets often overtakes our intelligence and redefines technology too. You can attend phone calls using smart wearables and set alarm in smart speakers, barring technological stereotypes. The smart homes make us feel like a Whiz. With the whip of buttons, we have everything under control. 

Our smart homes are working population’s stay at home friend. From turning on purifiers and humidifiers before heading home, to collecting packages when no one is home, they come to our rescue every time. #SmartHomeRevolution

To build your smart home, the one stop smart destination is Flipkart. With a wide range of products and a number of deals, we can pick what we exactly want. Build smart and happy homes this new year! Cheers!

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A magic called hope!

Walking down the same path

Too many memories

To tip and fall right over.

Afraid to make the wrong decisions

We’re too scared to get up and walk

Even when there’s a whole new path.

But hey, we’ve all got just one life

Ticking minutes and seconds

Why’d we have to miss it for our fears?

As the winds chime

And the bells cling

Let’s hang on to one magic- hope!

The high-heeled stranger

Smoke veiled the crowded room

The air thick, smelling whiskey

The jukebox blaring country music.
 

I sat in a corner, hidden from the shimmer

Almost like a ghost, disguised in the dark.
 

The snow out the window, mild and crisp

Building up to cover the hoods

Lights from the traffic buzzing around.
 

There she hopped, out of her car

A red Cadillac, cigarette in hand.
 

Long legs parading in clicking high heels

The flicker of her lighter sparking up eyes

Making heads turn, words hanging mid-air.
 

Oh she’d never notice, this shrouded soul

Concealed in the corner, oblivious to the world.
 

As she walks past, I bury my eyes in beer

Oops! She stops, pulling the chair across

One leg on the other, blowing out the smoke.
 

‘How are you?’, the words come my way

As I tilt to see her eyes, naughtily sedating.
 

‘Oh, good!’, I stutter, heart failing to beat

The hair on my arms standing upright

‘How good?’, she chuckles, a wink on its way

The gloomy clown just walked away.
 

All again?

There was a slight drizzle
And the clouds dark
Warning a bigger shower.

So was my heart
Wandering in the gloom
Warning another downpour.

The new path was all welcoming
Painted new and glossy
For never once did I see beyond those walls.

I walked on to reach the same spot
A haunting familiarity clutching my chest
Remote, stranded and shuddering again.

The heart is so influencing  
Shutting off the brain at times
Leaving behind a needy, vulnerable mess.

Tell me, why do we repeat our mistakes?
We go back when we know we should’ve not?
Do we learn our lessons right?

A mess without you

Too many cobwebs tangled in my mind,

Too tired to clear, this kind.

I try to uncoil, one thought a time,

But fall for the never ending loop again.
 

Pondering over those grueling thoughts,

Too much melancholy to tend.

The heart-aches and broken wings,

Neither of us spared by the end.
 

Should I blame the fate or destiny, my love?

As I’m stranded here, a mess without you.

Uninvited mornings

Curled up in bed from yesterday’s disaster

The early morning, an uninvited guest.
 

Swollen eye lids and a broken heart,

Never budging to heal any sooner.
 

Climate out the window, paying no mercy,

What’s more aching is when you cannot afford to cry.

To the misty mountain

I pick up a lost trial, follow it along,

Ducking the branches of massive trees

Hiding under their bough, escaping the drizzle.

 

All of the leaves, plush green

cradling tiny droplets of water

Bent in the spine, yet never broken.

 

A thick canopy atop plays peak-a-boo

with the sparse rays of the sun

Hidden behind cottony clouds.

 

‘Where am I headed?’, you may ask.

‘To the misty mountain, who stands tall

With an angel’s halo aglow’, I’d say.

 

She’s too tall and wide

For my little feet to totter all the way up

Yet the mysterious aura, soothing and inviting.

 

How long have you been here, my misty mountain,

Tell me your stories as I scale your height,

Lift me up in every dip and down.

Flame and fire

Fear from her past emanates back

Teasing the long forgotten wounds

Replaying the agonising pain.

 

Like fire, it embraces with greedy hands

Licking every inch of her body and soul

Turning everything it touches into dust.

 

She struggles to breathe with the ashes all around

The sudden darkness engulfing her day

She prays for a little light along her way.

 

And when the light emerges back

Don’t run with a blind eye, my dear

For a little flame is all which makes fire.

Dancing in her dreams

The thunderous rain has just stopped
Leaving behind a soothing silence.
Her soft breath is all I can hear
As sleep engulfs her tender eyelids.

I breathe along
To the rise and fall of her chest.
Admiring her angelic face
A soothing peace spreading in me.

Never did I know
My eyes would dance to those hips.
Never did I know
She’d sway my heart that way.

When she walked into my life
I wished for her to stay.
When she held my hand
I wished to never let go.

Her messy morning hair
Imperfectly perfect.
Her lopsided smile
Dotingly warm.

I could stay here all my life
Right by her side
Watching her lips curl in sleep
Hoping it is me dancing in her dreams!

 

Sita: Warrior of Mithila by Amish Tripathi- A book review

Book: Sita: Warrior of Mithila

Author: Amish Tripathi

Published year: 2017

We have all known and worshipped the goddess for ages. All this while I had known Sita as a king’s daughter, a popular princess, and a devoted wife. But never have I imagined her as a fierce warrior before. And that exactly is the impact of Amish’s book on his readers. Imagine the unimagined!

Author Applause

This book is the second sequel in ‘Ramachandra series’ by Amish Tripathi (the first being Scion of Ikshvaku). Like every previous book of Amish, the writing reflects his research and confidence in the plot. He covers the whole plot perfectly without any loopholes. He builds an abode in his book for his readers to take refuge, and the humble abode treats them well indeed.

(Self-wondering: I would never have re-thought a story that has been drilled down on me since childhood, into something so very creative and glitch-free.)

After reading this book, I have developed an entire new image of Sita. An image of women that had been lost and forgotten, yet rekindled and living now.

The plot (No spoilers, no worries)

The plot starts with Sunaina and Janak, the queen and king of Mithila, returning back to their kingdom from Kaniyakumari. They encounter an injured vulture protecting a tiny white bundle from a pack of wolves. Sunaina plunges into action to save the vulture. Unfortunately the vulture dies, but they save the bundle holding a baby girl. Janak and Sunaina decide to adopt the baby, naming her Sita.

Sita’s arrival, education, and warrior skills makes everyone fall in love with her character. The author easily connects his first sequel(Scion of Ikshvaku) about Ram and his upbringing with this book.

You can follow the sequence in the story even if you have not read the first book in the sequel. This is a real challenge for authors, yet, Amish eases his win.

Favorite parts

The right amount of detailing to describe each character, be it Sita or Ram or Hanumam, dusting off the reader’s imagination.

The subtle romance scenes between Ram and Sita when they meet the first time. (Every romantic fiction lovers problem.)

Do I recommend?

Of course! A perfect read of mythological fiction.

I read a paper-back version. The book is also available in Kindle.

Let us know how you liked it. Happy reading 🙂