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Date

January 18, 2016

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Author : Amit Shankar

Genre: Short Stories

My rating : 3.5 on a scale of 5

My Review:

I did take a long time to review this book. The language is very easy and the cover is very simple but catchy. Yet the reason  for coming late is, you have to let the stories sink in before you start with a new one.

Yes that’s what I have to say about this beautiful collection of eighteen unusual short stories or rather very short stories. The stories are off beat with a twist in the end which I enjoyed very much. The last story, Writer’s Block, Down Express, Smart TV and many more will leave you asking for more. Each one of them is close to life yet so different.

However, I did wish the other stories too tickled my bone likewise. They were some what a little predictable. But that does not stop me from praising the author. In fact I would love to read his books in future.

I would also like to mention the two other stories, A Rose for Her by Kartikey Sharma aged 16 years and A Highway Called Life by Vasundhara Goyal ages 10 years, need an applause. Thanks to the author for the contribution.

I would recommend this book to all those who love to read off beat stories. The best part is you can finish the stories in one or two sitting only (for a slow reader like me).

 

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Vengeance –A Sting in Every Tale 
A WRIMO INDIA anthology
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Blurb 
A reply to a perceived injustice can take many forms one of which is vengeance. An eye for an eye can only end up making the whole world blind, is what Mahatma Gandhi once said. And it seems to be coming quite true, if latest events world-wide are an indication.
Is there any hope or are we hurtling towards extinction?
Hopefully, the stories will explore some of these questions. But that is on the macro level. It might be easy to look at things objectively, in black and white, when it is other nations involved. Or even other people. We are able to be more forgiving of transgressions when they don’t involve us personally.
But how would one react if they found themselves in the maelstrom of situations that do fall somewhere in the grey area of life? With no definite black and white answers?
How would a jilted lover react in face of infidelity? Or how would a friend avenge the murder of her best friend? Or, is it fair to be punished for a crime that you were not brave enough to prevent?
These and many more questions connected to vengeance have been grappled with in this anthology.

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EXCERPT OF FIRST CHAPTER
Bus number 131 whirred away, pulling its own weight unwillingly. It was one of the many buses to pass through the Relief road, a busy road in the old part of Ahmedabad. Shazia had an option, the crowed 88 or the overcrowded 131. She preferred to be 30 minutes before time to board 131. Her choice was motivated by her love for the palindromic 1-3-1. Her undying infatuation with prime numbers was inexplicable.Nineteen year old Shazia loved numbers, and to be more precise, she adored Mathematics in all its form. She also loved the rules, the principles, the working theorems, the equations which tried to make sense of the majestic menagerie of numbers. She was fascinated even by the mere shape of numbers. She did not remember when or even how her romance with Maths began. But in her earliest memories, she preferred practicing her numbers over the alphabet, she remembered that she recited tables better than her nursery rhymes.

She was short and a bit stocky. Also, a couple of shades darker than was acceptable in the marriage market. However, her looks never bothered her, nor did she ever yearn for fairer skin, or thinner body. What she craved was a disheveled mass of hair, for some uncanny resemblance to Einstein, the only pop icon modern science managed to have produced. But her mother plaited her hair, dashing her hopes to ground. She also longed for a pair of spectacles with glasses so thick that it blurred her eyeballs, indicating the wearer’s brilliance. But she, despite getting checked for vision from her mother’s ophthalmologist, was denied the hallowed implement. Thrice.

Shazia valued her bus ride a lot. She had to convince Papa to allow her to commute to her college on her own. She had concealed her indignation about needing her father’s permission for every little trifle, even after being categorised as an adult by the Government of India. Papa consented only after he was told that Noor too would start using the bus if Shazia were to give her company.

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An aim is the single life you live lifelong. Some live it to the last breath of their life. It feels amazing to smell an aim inside you.- Anuj Kumar

In the newly started Debut Author Corner we have with us the young poet Anuj Kumar, bachelors in English Literature, from Delhi College of Arts And Commerce, University of Delhi, who debuted with his recent book “Love And Other Enchantments” an anthology by The Fictitious Five.

Tell us something about yourself.

Penning down my own thoughts to satisfy myself when turned into my passion I don’t know, but I am glad I chose it. I started my career with writing poems in my personal diary. I was amazed when editors “Our Quest” consistently chose to publish my poems, “They Too” and “Sun Inside My Heart” in their two issues.

After publishing of my poems in magazines I chose to go for more a big level. I wanted myself to be named in books. “Squire: Page-A-Day-Poetry”, published in United States of America was the first book I was named in for contribution my ten poems in it. It was published internationally and poets from the whole world contributed their musings in it.

“The Significant Anthology” was another book, my poem Dry Leaf was published. It was also published internationally and is in the top list of anthologies in Amazon’s book library.

From close friends to classmates, seniors and even to teachers, everyone liked my poems. Whenever it came to poetry, to be read in public, they always took my name. Which was heart soothing to me.

Did you always wanted to be a writer?Anuj Kumar

I never knew that I am going to be a writer. It was my school days when writing came to me through guilt.

“I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.” – Charlie Chaplin

This line changed my life wholly and forced me to write. To give myself relief from this guilt I adopted a habit of writing some lines and later on stepped up to poetry.I was planning to get admission in Law, even had cracked the entrance too but at the last moment I changed my mind and chose BA (H) English as a subject for my further studies. I thought reading literature will help me to become a good poet, as I will have to study about the masters of literature. Eventually it really helped me.

Who is your biggest influence?

If I talk about influences, I would first like to take name of my school teacher, Reema Agarwal. My friends influenced me a lot in writing, they used to support me whenever critics commented on my works.I loved John Milton’s Paradise Lost, though I have read only book 1 and 9 of it, but I loved it. It has its own joy of reading. John Milton lost his eyes when he was writing Paradise Lost but his love and affection towards poetry gave him strength to write it. He could have written it in Latin but he chose to write it in English, because he wanted it to be read by a large audience.

I was inspired by poems of John Donne, Edmund Spencer and Thomas Gray. After reading Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, I tried to write my first long poem with a dark shade, Dead But Immortal Love. It took me 21 days to complete it but I was happy that I made it.

Tell us the challenges you faced to publish your first book Love And Other Enchantments.

The Book was published by Blue Rose Publishers, Delhi as a self-published book.It was a tough task for a beginner like me. I had zero knowledge of publishing. I started this book’s work with a friend and owner of Horseshoe books. I collected some stories but Suraj backed off and story writers started pressurizing me for publishing. Then I again managed to convince Suraj to publish my book and collected some more stories. My writers in greed of power, attention and credit started disputes and left my book. That dispute made my team part in 2 teams.  Then on a suggestion of Ishan Dafaria and Tanima Kedar, co- writers in Love And Other Enchantments I gave my team a name The Fictitious Five, which is also given on the cover of the book. Handling a team is a difficult task, as everyone has their own views but they all are friends with me so finally we managed to end this work peacefully.

Tell us about your upcoming work.Phototastic-25-08-2015_dbdb3d2e-7023-4fe8-8ffb-a1e08c839764

My next work is an anthology of poems, titled as The Garden of Love, by 4 poets, Anuj Kumar, Maliny Mohan, Akash Deep Gupta and Abhijeet Singh Yadav. This anthology consists of poems written by poets of different cultures and places; all connected by one feeling, that being ‘love’.

We come to read poems of different forms, narrating stories of various characters, giving readers a chance to delve into the psyche and situations that these characters face in different points of their lives, running behind the same thing – love.

The themes have been adequately divided into heaven and hell. The poems under heaven deal with the mirth that love brings and hell deals with the tough times that this wonderful feeling evokes.The forte of this anthology, being that the poets write on common grounds of which all can relate. One gets to relive moments of their lives while reading these that the poets have lived  and shared. Love, being a universal emotion can be savoured by the young and old alike; this being the case of our poems. With a nice choice of words and perfect display of emotions, this anthology makes for a safe spot in the good reads. This book is a blend of talents, the coming together of four poets, creating synergy.  The Garden of Love is under process of publishing. I have chosen to go for traditional publishing this time.

After The Garden of Love I am working on a long poetry project. It’s also an anthology by various poets.  Here at this place I would love to owe my deeply felt gratitude to Maliny Mohan, who kept her trust on me and stayed with me in each of my project without any objection.

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I feel for all the wrongdoings happening in the world around, and I sometimes write on those topics too. I wrote a poem on prostitution in Hindi which was praised by most of friends and readers. I also sent it for a competition by Story Mirror. I would like to share it here-

मैं एक तवायफ

तवायफ, हाँ, यही नाम है मेरा।

बेचती हूँ खुद को, ज़िंदा रहने के लिए।

लेती हूँ मर्दो से पैसे, उनका पसीना सुंगने के लिए।

बुझाती हूँ उनकी वासना की आग, ताकि ज़िंदा रहे इस व्यापार का वजूद।

चाह कर भी नही छोड़ पाती, मेरे पुरखो का निशाँ अभी भी है मुझपर मौजूद।

कभी किसी का खिलौना, तो कभी किसी का खाना।

कभी पानी की तरह भुजाना, तो कबि आग की तरह जलाना।

कभी फूल, तो कभी काँटा, कभी खुशबु, तो कभी बदबू,

कभी जन्नत, तो कभी जहन्नुम।

रोज कुछ नया नाम मिलता है मुझे, रोज ये व्यापार खाता है मुझे।

बस कुछ बदलता नहीं, तो वो है मेरा नाम, मेरा और मेरे पुरखो का काम।

अपना लिया है मैंने अब इसे, छूट चुकी हूँ मैं खुदसे।

छोड़ दिआ है खुद को, कहीं किसी बिस्तर पर।

बस पाया है अब अपने जिस्म को किसी मर्द की बाहों में या सीने पर।

आसूं तो बह चुके है, बस पत्थर टूटना बाकी है।

मर तो चुकी हूँ, बस जिस्म का जलना बाकी है।

हो जाउंगी खत्म कुछ दिनों में, टूट जायेगा नाता मेरा दुनिया से।

पर एक चीज हमेशा ज़िंदा रहेगी, और लड़कियों की इज़्ज़त इस बाज़ार में बिकेगी,

मेरी जैसी और जाने जाएगी, ये गलियां हमेशा सजी रहेगी।

भूल जायेगे लोगमुझे, मिलेगी मेरे जैसी बहुत उन्हें।

पर में खुद को याद रखूंगी, एक तवायफ, हाँ यही नाम है मेरा।

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