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 I always wanted to review my favorite writer Paulo Coelho's books once. Since during my visit to Kolkata, I found out that his new book Manuscript Found In Accra was out, I grabbed it. So here goes my review, but lets be clear love is love and criticism is criticism. Book- Manuscript found in Accra. pages- 194 I was done reading the book on my return journey in train. The book was off course not asking you to dream like in his The Alchemist, nor it questions the value of existence without purpose in his Veronika decides to die. With first read it appears to be an anthology of various thoughts amassed from various books Coelho has written. If you are a regular reader of his, you will find its similar in flow and words. The book deals with the manuscript written on the eve before Jerusalem was attacked. The Copt. is the speaker a man who answers the question of people. If we look at the book we will find it hits around the bush. Then we have to delve deeper, the bo...

This blog post is dedicated to the wonderful man "My brother-in-law" on surviving one year with my sister. Yes today they complete one year of their marriage.  Dearest Brother-in-law, Nothing in particular to say you, but you have many thanks and hands showing you thumbs up. You survived my sister, yes you did. Honestly when you gave the request in matrimony site, I was bent to reject it. But your smile had charmed my mother, so we looked further. When I read your profile you did fit our bill "Non-drinker, Non-smoker, smiling". Your blog made me like you, hence you grabbed my vote. Well its strange that your mental balance is still in equilibrium. Mom wanted to marry our apple of eye because she was driving us insane.Now you will land in top five of most popular family member. I doubt someone is hissing by your side as you are grinning. Since its one year, I would officially certify you the member Family of Satire.  Your mother-in-law and grandmother-i...

Generally when we watch the sweet romantic movies or read chick-lits we find the reference of women and her never ending shopping spree. I often wonder whats with us, that makes us crave for glitters, pretty, fluffy and pink. Yes there's no hiding, no matter how strong we are, how successful, how hardworking, how much alpha female we are, we love cute things.  We may have hundred pair of shoes, one more pair is never enough. Numerous ear rings, yet the one we saw shining on the display will take our dreams away. There can be no perfect handbag to satisfy our needs. Our almost perfect life can only be salvaged when we have that pretty skirt. Some say shopping is best way to cheer up, I agree to a certain extent if not completely. A good shopping experience can make our day or ruin it. Imagine when we fail to find the dress we saw last week or how do we feel when the heel we loved did not match our feet's desire. It always hurts when the salesman utter we don't have...