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I am not much of a reviewer but would surely love to write my thoughts on the book I read. The princess of a whore house was a nice read. The book was part of blog tour organized by The Book Club. The title of the book attracted me as I love to read dark stories or stories based on social issues.
The author has picked up the plot which is very sensitive in a way that such topics where the life of a sex worker and her dreams are not usually discussed. The story talks about the plight of a widow, a young mother, who is trafficked and ends up in a brothel in Delhi. Can she succeed in changing her daughter’s life is what the book is about?
The story is very realistic and touching. Author has managed to show all the hardships an woman can go through under such a circumstance. However, there are few things which made the flow of the story very confusing. The point if view of the characters in some part of the book is not categorized properly. The description of the city is too elaborate in some places. I would have enjoyed them if it were a romance scene but here it was a turn off sometimes. Nevertheless, the book is a first attempt of the author and has managed to strike the chord of the community and a reader in a very positive manner. It was a good short read and I would like to recommend it to those who enjoy reading social issues.
Here is a small #excerpt from my upcoming book
The wind blew and the swaying tree top sang to its tune humming slowly. The temperature had dropped down considerably since the sunset. It was pretty usual in this part due to the rocky terrain of the Aravalis mountain ranges. The days are pretty hotter and the nights colder.
Bauji stretched his hands over fire. The warm of the fire felt very good on his palm. He drew his palm over his face to feel the warmth. It felt like heaven. He was glad that at least he was not going to die of cold in this jungle.
The man got up to put some more wood in the fire. Bauji watched him over the fire flames. He stood pretty tall for a six feet man. His black cloak almost touched the ground as he walked with a long stride towards…
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Rekha’s sexual openness raised eyebrows and rattled people. Bollywood wasn’t ready for such an irrepressible woman, and tried to suppress her. This book tells the truth about her relationship with the reigning superstar of the time, her many other lovers, and the shocking suicide of her husband
Since the time I can remember the beauty of this Bollywood Diva enchanted me. I had seen so many of her movies, collected her posters from the magazine, cassette covers, newspapers that I always thought media was in love with this lady. When I grew up a little more I came to know about her alleged relationships with her co-stars and finally her marriage to one of the Delhi based businessman that shocked me along with her other fans. Personally, as a fan, I never visualized as any of these avatars. I loved her simplicity in Khubsurat, Utsav, Umrao Jaan and Kama Sutra. The last one needs mention because it is different in that genre. There was another movie in which she portrayed the life of a woman who was the only breadwinner of the family. She even gives up her boyfriend when she comes t o know that her widow sister secretly loved him. She portrayed one main quality of a Nari, the woman, mainly sacrifice. And I want to remember her always in that role. In fact all the movies I mentioned here has some of the shades of this trait slightly. She remains one of my favorite.
When I bought this book I knew what I would find because the author had already mentioned in the very beginning that he never got a chance to interview Rekha. So this book has all the information about her minus her POV. The author has written the book from a neutral POV. He never exaggerated her at any point in the book. What I enjoyed most in the book was the way he unfolded her layers, one beneath the other, that by the time you end the book you feel totally complete. Complete with the story of your favorite actress and loving her more for what she is, an woman. I enjoyed the simple language the author used for narration. Never once I found the book boring. Excellent read!!
Recommended for those who enjoy Bollywood biographies.
I don’t think I know of any other Indian festival where you buy something actually for others. India has so many festivals throughout the year that it makes every seasons enjoyable. (We have festivals in every season and if there isn’t one then birthdays and anniversaries make it up). So on every occasion we purchase something or the other and that too only for our own use. New clothes, sweets, home furnishings, home decor almost everything you can think of anything that is usually purchased during the festivals is entirely for personal use. In other words, you can celebrate the festival without a community too. Of course if you have a community then it is fun however, in the absence of it also you can celebrate it in your own way.
For example, on Diwali you can decorate your house with oil lamps, candles and electric lights, Christmas too you…
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Is there something special about being a woman?
If there is then lets celebrate womanhood together. This a blank canvas and whatever thoughts you share with me I shall put it here along with your twitter handle and will RT till 7.03.2017. On the due day that is 8th March the final canvas will be uploaded with hues and color of womanhood.
To participate all you have to do is type your thoughts and RT@authorparomita. Just make sure your words are max 10 only.
This particular scene from the book is very close to my heart. Although the entire episode is very funny but it actually depicts the trust of a child in the mother.
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This particular scene from the book is very close to my heart. Although the entire episode is very funny but it actually depicts the trust of a child in the mother. Something which no one can ever…
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A surprise on Valentine Day
So still catching up on the valentine day blues. Don’t worry. Just enjoy a bit more.
I had a very different notion of The Day of Love from my son D. A preteen that he is, sometimes his actions give me hiccups. Lately when he was so impressed by the Flying Jatt Akka Tiger Shroff that D started imitating him. He would stand in front of the mirror for hours to make his hair style or watch his dance moves. I was so irritated sometimes.
D even made sure that his friends both at school and at home acknowledge him by that name. And there was no stopping for him. His hair was already touching his shoulders when I had to literally pull him into the salon for a decent hair cut. All the while as the man worked on his scissors D’s tears never stopped rolling down his cheeks…
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