The Alchemist (By Paulo Coelho) – Book Review


The Alchemist is a Fiction cum Philosophy based book and is way different than many fiction novels people generally expect. This book will enhance your expectations as it is one of a kind and you cannot keep the book half read. You may stay awake late to finish it.

The Alchemist is a story of a young boy who dreams of travelling around the world and travels to North Africa then Egypt where he meets an Alchemist.

The Alchemist was written by Paulo Coelho originally in Portuguese language and was translated lated in English by Margaret Jull Costa.

I recommend that you BUY this book on Amazon as you will get a 43% discount on Paperback which is INR 170 (down from INR 299/-). You can also buy the Kindle edition at just INR 39/-.

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Amazon Fire – The Most Powerful Media Streaming Stick

The World is always changing from Stage Shows & Opera’s, then the Radio and just a few decades ago the television. In Television, we had the Cable Connections, Dish Antennas and finally Internet Streaming. Within the Internet Streaming, Amazon Fire is the most recent and an excellent addition.

Amazon Fire is going to add an edge to the television market with its great features, quality, and amazing offers.

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‘Not Without My Daughter’ (by Betty Mahmoody) – Book Review

An American Mother’s fight to escape to US. But she wont do that without her daughter.

‘Not Without My Daughter’ or ‘NWMD’ was written by Mrs. Betty Mahmoody along with some assistance from Mr. William Hoffer. This book is not a Fiction but is an Autobiography on a life’s phase of Betty Mahmoody. It’s a real incident and there is an English movie on this book with the same title, but the movie has skipped many important parts.

Many people like fiction, I like it too. But this book tough being an autobiography has got the energy and taste of fiction novels as the writing is so interesting, emotional and well written. Its written straight from the heart.

NWMD is about how Betty Mahmoody was cheated by her husband to live forcefully in Iran and how she was tortured and how she got stuck in the over-religious place for the sake of her daughter. Betty swore that she will leave Iran only with her Daughter and hence the title – ‘Not Without My Daughter.’

The book will take you through the life of Betty Mahmoody in Iran along with her Daughter (Mahtob), Husband (Moody) and Husbands relatives. It will also show you the life of Iranian women and how ridiculously the government supported extreme religious laws against women.

Everyone should read this book, especially women and among them mothers and teenaged daughters.

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The Un-Official Breakup

Have you ever lost your love without a fight or misunderstanding because of a third person in your relationship? I am sure not because there has to be a reason, it may be selfish gains or long distance (known).

In 2006, mobile phones had just started getting the market and not all of us had them. Many had them and many not, it was an equal split of non-mobile users and mobile users, at least for teenagers at that time. Wondering why I am speaking about mobile phones? That’s because it’s also an important character apart from me and Priya (name changed because she may be married). I didn’t have a hand phone while Priya had it.

Priya was the most beautiful girl among all the girls in my tuition. I was 17 years old and I could not help see the diamond amongst all the coal in the mine. Priya was just the girl I wanted. She spoke English Fluently, was Studious, Intelligent, and most importantly she was Bold and Confident. I had a crush on her within the first one month of my tuition and that was because of her smile, speech and all the things apart from the beauty. I missed something, she was Naughty too; she would propose young guys like me wait for our blush and then say that she was just joking and wasn’t serious. So Naughty! I like Her!

There was a lot of competition as the hunt was the only beautiful female in a class with a majority of boys and all Virgin. Vivek (Name changed as he’s married too but not with Priya) was after Priya he had proposed her on a busy street with a rose. This happened in front of me and my heart slowed down then she said ‘yes’ and Vivek blushed and my heart stopped, and just before I was about to Die she laughed and said she was just joking and Friend Zoned him.

I managed to become her closest friend and I was successful. I never planned it. It just happened. We took walks on an empty street and talked stuff about the day just after tuition. While I knew I can say it I was worried that I would lose Priya’s trust or she might say yes and then make a fool of me. I had become a man without balls for that specific period of time.  But, I had to say it because it was February 2007 and tuitions was to end at the end of the month.

Till all this time I never had a mobile phone because my parents didn’t give me one. I never saved her contact number because I thought that’s too much, and that was the general norm of that time.

Tuition Ended..! And Priya handed me a note with her mobile number and drew a love sign. She didn’t speak later that day and I thought I could speak to her about my feelings the next day in the free time as we were all busy with studying for exams. I tried initiating a talk but she said, not today.

Next Day, I called Priya from my homes landline on her mobile number her dad picked up. I got scared and shut the call. Why did I call so early, it was 7 in the morning? Of course, her dad will pick up the phone. I shouldn’t have shut the call as her dad may have got a hint that I was hitting her. I called back in the afternoon, her dad picked up, I spoke and said I wanted to speak to Priya regarding some notes, he answered that I should speak to him and not her, I got scared and I shut the phone. I called that evening, the number was switched off and it never got switched on again after that day.

I didn’t know her house, nor her street. All I knew that she stayed in Nehru Nagar a big colony in Kurla East in Central Mumbai. After exams, I searched for her and gave up after a couple of days and left my relationship on Luck. One year passed without Priya. I was studying in Goa and her in Mumbai.  But then I came back for my summer holidays.

When I came back for my summer holidays and I happened to meet Priya on a Passenger Bus. When I met her her stop just arrived and she asked me my number. I didn’t have a mobile phone. She told me her new number and I didn’t have pen and paper. I kept repeating the number so that I don’t forget it. But when I reached home and dialed the number from the landline, I realized that number got changed when I kept repeating it.

I lost Priya the second time. 10 years have passed and there’s no sign of Priya.

Why I lost Priya? Because I didn’t have a cellphone.

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How Responsible Tourism Can Challenge Patriarchy in India.

An Awesome and Unique article on Travel ‘How Responsible Tourism Can Challenge Patriarchy in India.’

The Shooting Star

Over the course of my travels in India, I’ve found myself in some strange predicaments. Once, I was in the home of a middle class family in the mountains, ready to pounce on delicious local food after a long, back-breaking journey. But when I arrived in the dining area, I found myself joined only by the men of the family, as the women served, and then waited on us from a distance.

I sat in awkward silence, not sure if I should join the women in the kitchen and further the house’s patriarchal traditions, or eat with the men as the women waited. I could imagine the same scene playing out in hundreds of households across the country.

At the end of the awkward (though delicious) meal, the elderly male head of the household said to me with a disconcerting confidence: I think I’ve figured out why you ate so little, it was probably because…

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Casual Fridays Changed My Mood

I had been wearing uniform since my school days until graduation. I did graduation in hotel management and I had 4 different types of uniforms. I never got a chance to wear casuals at the college or at work. Even after I graduated from college I worked in a hotel where they had their own inform.

For 23 years the uniform was on me almost every day, that’s 2 years in Kinder Garten, 10 years at the school. 5 years in college and 6 years of work in a hotel. Proper grooming and a well-ironed uniform were my days start. I badly needed a break from everyday shaving, hair combing, ironing the unfashioned clothes which I didn’t feel like wearing and last but not the least polishing my black leather shoes every day.

I always thought that in my normal clothes (not the uniform) I am much more thoughtful and energetic and I can be more productive at work provided I can work in smart casual wear. I had discussed this with the hotel management a few times but it never came by as the management couldn’t accept because the uniform is part of the hotels status and anything apart from the uniform is just anti-hotelier attitude and disrespect for the work culture. I could understand why my suggestion was refused and I already knew it because it’s the way a certain industry has to function, one cannot break the core rules of business just for a once in a week casual wear.

After 6 years of work in 5 star Deluxe hotels as a Revenue Anayst, I finally said good bye to the boring uniforms and joined an International Airline Company as an Assistant Manager in Optimisation and Pricing. Here, I still had to wear formals but I had my choice of colour and style, I got away with the tie, the daily shaving and much more. Days started becoming happier and finally my company gave us the freedom to wear smart casuals every Friday. This was like a cherry on the cake for me and inside I was at joy, a lot of joy.

Let me tell you my experience on the attire. Daily uniforms always took off my mood to work and I never saw my self as a free man. I wanted freedom of attire in order to produce better but I had to work like a young bull who is tied with a rope so it never goes off the boundry. When I left hotels, I wore formals but after a few days of work there I again had the same feeling it had just got lesser. But when Casual Fridays happened, I realised that the thought that I can produce better in smart casuals wa actually correct. On Fridays there used to be a hell lot of work and almost everyone from my team worked like a race horse in front of the computer all day and then leave late. But after Casual Fridays everyone talks to each other and leave early and work became well planned and well organised. People had the mood the work including myself.

Casuals have changed my long Fridays to organised Fridays, plus it gives a boost to plannng and organising stuff. Its a very small thing but it changes the mind in such a manner that the mind becomes more productive and there is an additional energy to work. I hope in Future every company will give their employees a little space to dress up casually and make them happy inclluding themelves when they see the companys growth.

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