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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...

Tonight I leave for home, sadly my laptop stays behind as my twisted fate has her way always. Off course I wont ever decline that I am Technologically Handicapped, but the Techno-God has some special problem with me. No matter how well and fine gadget I buy, they always end up giving me trouble. My cell-phones, my laptop, my hard-disk, my digital camera everything has given me heart attacks once in a while. This time its my laptop, now only gadgets that are normal- my camera, pen-drive, hard-disk, cell-phone and my portable-music-player. Lets hope they remain in good health. Since my laptop has an extended vacation my plans for blog are postponed, and I will schedule some blog-posts for the month of July.  This time my stay was short, a ten day trip, but I enjoyed myself as usual. I was not over fed this time, but as soon as I reach home, I have to get back to my dieting. Since this July I finally turn 20, yes finally goodbye teens so need to look youthful and young. When...

My exam is over, I am back at my sister's and brother-in-laws home in City of Joy. This time its Man of Steel which bought me here. Yes will watch Superman the first Superhero of comics world, the most popular hero. So Man of Steel it is. Since I am sitting here ideal and remembering my last visit in city of joy. Now we are going to have little flash back story about the death ride I was forced to endure or as my sister would put it "break your Jinx". Last December, my great sister, brother in law , his sister and my sisters doctor friend included me to their adventure group. Kolkata has a popular amusement park called Nicco Park. My brave heart sister had her share of fun when she was six. She enjoyed to the fullest, my mom could not enjoy the rides as she was having me inside.  This place is the reason I could never enjoy rides as the fear of rides was transmitted into me while in womb. So there I was in Nicco park for first time but virtually second time. The fe...

{I dont own Junjou Romantica., its created by the awesome Shungiku Nakamura. But I wish I owned them, then Nowaki would Have Been Mine.} BACKGROUND OF STORY ( Hiroki is an assistant professor in M university, he is 32 and lives with his boyfriend Nowaki who is 28 and a resident doctor. In the real story they are called the egoist couple. In story  Nowaki had gone to  USA to study when he was 24 and Hiroki was sad, so we have that past haunting him here. Hiroki is very shy, hence  he is always afraid of being dumped, but Nowaki loves him too much) “Hiro-San!, Hiro-San!” Nowaki broke in to the small apartment. “Welcome back Brat” Nowaki looked around to find his beloved Hiro-san buried deep inside the book. It had been ten years they wear together. Hiroki was fuming over the novel he was reading, as if something disturbed him. Demon Kamijou was giving his infamous frown which froze Nowaki. Hiroki looked up, with eyes which were shouting out loud to Nowaki f...

{(Well I lied, I am back, my first major paper was pathetic, second paper I survived. Technically my exam gets over on 14th june. My post exam slumber has begun before my exams are over. My Net problems still prevail,  exams went down the water, so sad me read fanfictions in my cellphone. This resulted in me penning my own. So I am going to put up two fanfictions. One is Princess Tutu another Junjou Romantica. Its not good, but lets say, if you like it, I will create a page called Witchiction. This particular story is written for my soul sister, its her  belated birthday gift from me. Dear Soul-Sister, we had decided in seventh grade to give Fakir and Ahiru their happy ending, so here is my little attempt to give them Happy Ending.)  Disclaimer- I dont, will never ever own Princess Tutu, it belongs to Ikuko Itoh. /this Anime means a lot to us specially my Soul sister and me,} BACKGROUND OF STORY ( In the Anime , Ahiru was a character created to help Mytho ...