Time for some SD (remember Self Dabba from GITAM days) :)

Pleased to announe the publishing of my first book review on writer's website Chillibreeze.
Feel free to check the link and post your comments .
All kinds of remarks are welcome in the process of nourishing my literary skills ...

http://www.chillibreeze.com/articles_various/the-Inscrutable-Americans-review-810.asp

On my reading list :

1. Else
2. Artemis Fowl
3. Napolean
4. The girl with the Dragon Tattoo series
5. The Great Indian Middle Class
6. The elephant, The tiger and the Cellphone
7. Night Train to Deoli

On my touring list :

1. London
2. Dublin
3. Paris
4. Naples
5. Rome
6. Venice
7. Florence
8. Capri
9. Mykonos Islands, Greece
10. Istanbul,Turkey

With so many places on the radar, it is sure to burn a hole deep and unending in my pockets ..but i am not giving up just yet .Its miles to go before i sleep, literally!!

ok so Mr Tharoor is on his way out and ever so unwilling is the media to let the story go. I mean how significant is this event in all the scheme of things that the country faces today. Why is there no such furore or fervent discussion on Dantewada? Isn't it so obvious for all to see ...i mean how glamorous is a rebellion fight in the hills of Chattisgarh ( whose capital i bet most of us aren't even aware of!) compared to a salacious combination of power(Tharoor) and beauty(Sunanda) in the corridoors of the Capital?

How many more such stories will go undiscussed , unfocussed before we reality comes crashing down on us? When will we begin to respect the value of a fellow Indian's life ?

It won's so long as public thinking is shaped by a media that habitually chooses to chase and magnify trivia instead of issues that demand serious attention. Have most of us already forgotten the tragedy of 26/11 or the 94 Bombay blasts etc?

my first memory

How often do we remember our first memories ever..u know the "jab se maine hosh sambhala " kinds...you get the drift. Anyway , my first memory in life...circa 1987..i am 3 yrs old ..i remember vaguely it was on some kind of a dance floor and the flashing disco lights almost blinding me.I hold my favorite drink, the Gold Spot( ring a bell, the zing thing!!) and wobble in between Mum and Dad as they do a jig with "Mera Dil Gayega Zu Zu Zuby Zuby Zuby" crooning in the background.So quitessentially 80s and so charming.