Secret Of True Love: Poems from the Heart – A Review

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3/5 * ( #GR Review)

I personally do not like rating poetry books. If they are authentic, non-plagiarized poems then they are an interaction, a relation, a relatability of the reader with the poetic expression, in that moment of reading. What clicks once might or might not click the same way each time. Or what didn’t bring out any feeling the first time, might become a totally different experience the next time. Finding meaning, relevance, connectivity or joy in a poetry book , as opposed to a prose book, depends more on the reader than the poet. It is a one to one experience, unparalleled.
The characters in this poetry book Secret Of True Love: Poems from the Heart, by The Duke Of Quails, are more like participants of a slam. Some female, others male, their interconnectedness through the daily grind called life bring out one repeated fact closer home: the escape of one is another’s prison.
Part of the matter-of-factness of these characters and the lives they lead, in which time is parceled out in units that they make, is expressed in this experience that at times love is just a sense of belonging or interestingly, sex. At other times, of course, it brings emotions: wonder, surprise, grief, respite. But the strongest feeling that emerges is that of loneliness, of loneliness ‘despite’ what they have had is love in between. A relatable book for those who swear by the pain of love. Check it out.

Barking Bitches

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This post is dedicated to all those people who have nothing better to do than keep uploading the most ridiculously irritating WhatsApp and facebook jokes, cracking their nutty heads on how heads of states or industries are what they are, despite all their hatred for them. It is dedicated to all those mindless maniacs who keep racking their own aimless brains and wrecking the busier brains of those forced with forwards, regardless of the realization as to how senseless, useless and worthless each such a forward is. I wish, all the time and energy they spend on such forwards, they would rather spend on either burning their calories or earning their tax (which they are supposed to pay but probably don’t, and that is why they are so unbelievably free! :O )
I firmly believe that these idiots are none other than those who cut a joke on themselves the first time when they went and told their parents proudly, how they were ‘outstanding’ (and not how ‘outstanding’ they were, as per the correct grammar but of course, something their broad-chested parents would fail to notice)  when actually the teacher had made them stand outside the class.😐
You cannot deny the fact that Modi, Sonia, Priyanka or Ramdev are, ultimately, to your satisfaction or dissatisfaction (they care a damn, if you’d mind knowing😛 ) and to the envy of your frustrated jealous mind, extremely successful people. People who rose from being ordinary to becoming more than extraordinary. Will as you may, you still cannot deny that.
Yet, there is no dearth of people who will always be on the lookout for shaming tactics, be it calling Modi a chaiwala, Sonia, a bar attendant or Ramdev, a haajme wala. There are people who are loving to dig out the forgotten, dumped in the cartons of history kind of once in an exasperated wild blue moon maybe or maybe not kind of a suicidal thought by some now-famous actress (tweets by Jajoo about Priyanka Chopra are merely a disgusting example) just because it feels so good to want to depress now happily successful people because once they were so low, they had to look up to everyone.
Yet, these shamers forget that these very people rose from their supposedly menial conditions, situations, statuses and became what they are today ~ successful icons in the world. And who are these shamers? Aren’t they the barking dogs that whine and throw a barking tantrum out of paranoia when they chance upon a huge elephant going its way?
~ Purvi Petal, 8 April ©2016

Don’t Let Demons Destruct Them

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When people despair, commit suicide, do drugs, I always think, I wish they could do the other one of drugs, that of the likes of homeopathy. I wish there was a way awareness could be raised about how the Bach flower essences and other alternative medicines alter your innate psyche, it helps you tackle yourself. There was this news of a very young actress commiting suicide due to a deep disturbance of relationships in her life. Apparently. Actually there is more to it than one singular reason. That what is the last straw becomes the ultimate trigger, and is labelled as the reason. The reality is far deeper. The person is trying their best at multiple levels. When they begin either feeling or experiencing failure one after the another at all ends, or the struggle gets overwhelming, people try to find an escape. The last main cause of upset just becomes the exact excuse to escape away, a retreat for the mind is sought by the mind in the form of depression. That could even begin with aggression, so to say, the person first feeling agitated about their state of affairs, but later, tiring out and resigning to it.
Things not to say to someone mentally fatigued are many, but most importantly, the worst is calling them ‘cowards, gutless, incapable, happens, ignore, forget, why don’t you fight it?, you don’t try enough, you don’t want to get out of it, you have victim mentality, you know you are mentally ill’, etc. A brain fag has ensued for them and it is a kind of fatigue that takes over once one has tried too hard everywhere. Even if this has been labelled an illness, the label in itself is detrimental to people accepting it. Straight plain depression appears more acceptable. Also, these people are different from attention seekers as well as those narcissists who act like victims. The latter are basically cruel people, with only time for themselves. They will make you pay in other ways if they find time to hear you at all. The former ones are only more vulnerable people. Somewhere the line between the two blurs too, and that is why the former are banged with remarks the latter deserve to earn.
We must develop our ear to hear the anguish of the ones really needing our attention that one odd time they need us as compared to the times they may have given us. Look around. Maybe there is someone with eyes eager for tears to roll and a mouth hungry to blurt their anguish. You need to recognize the one who appears like something else, or the one who is too silent. Verbosity and silence, both are masks to genuine pain. They have been biting their lip while you have been sharpening your axe of rudeness with, “ugh Come on! Happens, its life. You are too sentimental. Shrug off. Why crib so much? You know, you don’t try enough. You are the perpetual victim because you think like that in your head. Maybe you don’t put as much your heart in your work as much as you put your foot in your mouth?” to hack them off your back.
It is better to hear them out. If you can help with empathetic words, fine, else, silent listening is good enough. If you can suggest remedies, worth the effort, though, it is difficult to make people develop faith in something other than quack or fake. But I try. I like to try suggesting homeo or Bach options, music and meditation recommendations, and some chanting to the fractured hearts. All in all, you know, even if you consider all this exercise only equivalent to a placebo, in effectuality, it is slipping time of hope in their hands which have been till then full of despair. Bitter blunt truths maybe good, but sometimes lullabies and fairytales are read just to please ourselves with the thought that demons can after all be slayed and there can be happy endings. So rather than let people commit suicide for feeling incapable due to inability to handle harsh reality or opt for weed as an escape, it is much better to help them try Homeopathy and Bach flower essences to help them deal their issues with a reasonable mind.
I am a workaholic and I don’t ever know where to put a stop. To add to that, I am a multi-tasker who prides in being a perfectionist and intend to give equal and dedicated attention to each task in hand, at hand. I might just get killed with over-exhaustion but I will go on working endlessly, even when it gets far beyond my physical endurance. Any other idea in between the ideas floating in my mind, at the time of creation, can crash my world. Why? Because I am too deeply engrossed and completely involved in my work, for that point, whatever it is, it becomes my passion. Getting out of that reverie, that mind phase becomes difficult for me, I just feel the need to go on even beyond breaking point, till the point of completion. Bach essences help me manage this. Even today, I was so driven with a decor project that I went overboard in draining myself. Bach helped me settle my mind and regain enough strength that I could at least tell myself no more! and lie down on the bed. It broke the control of that hypnotic thought of the project and made me consider myself instead. If this is how, in small measures, we can draw our own breaks and escalators where required, then the world will become a much much better place, with less of its arrogant sadness, fuelled with rage.
My 2 cents.

Book Review: Tales From Valleyview Cemetery

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3.5 st⭐rs out of 5 st⭐rs
Bleak but not bizarre, deadpan macabre. I guess, it is meant more for the first timers and early readers of creepy chillers. That is how Tales From Valleyview Cemetery is like.

Tales From Valleyview Cemetery by John Brhel  by John Brhel (Goodreads Author), Joseph Sullivan, Chad Wehrle (Illustrator)
I read it, liked it in parts, but you hardly can enjoy ghost stuff if it is too morbidly real and maybe even predictable. It is not a bad pick, but not exactly a turn on for shivers.
Like anecdotes, incidences, accidents, reported and compiled. Eerie yes, sometimes even sinister. Ghostly that leaves you aghast because it could be a real revelation of haunting and haunted, is its level of authentic feel, that I can guarantee.
Try it on a night when you feel like having a date with the shady shadowy present of those who made themselves past tenses, maybe it won’t leave you scared but spooked, yeah.
Not for the hardcore paranormal fans, it’s comparatively a light read for them. It could have been scarier.
I got a reviewer’s copy from the owner and I thank them for their patience as I have been extremely caught up with some terrible circumstances at home.

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A Book Blast for 14 Days to Die by A. B. Whelan

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A Book Blast has been set up for 14 Days to Die by A. B. Whelan (a psychological thriller).

A STORY OF A MARRIAGE GONE TERRIBLY WRONG, written in the spirit of “The War of the Roses” and with the twisted mind of “Gone Girl”.
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Pre-Release Review: 14 Days to Die by A.B. Whelan

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4.5*/5 rating

Hello!
Who’s calling?
Death..

The not-by-chance discovery of her husband’s intentions to have her murdered are the beginning of a true evaluation of Sarah’s apparently happy marriage with her husband. Concluding the revelations to be just the tip of the iceberg, the scales are tipped in favor of Sarah hating her husband more and more by every passing day, wishing him dead by each passing moment, cursing herself for trusting life and more than that, the man she loves wholeheartedly, too much. She learns it the hard way how being the dedicated loyal wife has its biggest pitfall, first being taken for granted and then desired to be rid off in the most ominous possible way! Another novel I was tempted to read the moment I read its blurb and excerpt. 14 Days To Die  by A.B. Whelan. A little slow paced story that doesn’t let you go!

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The story builds its drama word by word and the very prologue in so engaging, so genuine and understandable, you fall headlong in sympathy for this woman called Sarah. The honest but hilarious rollout of her minute to minute musings do not catch you off guard, but instead, you smile and smirk at how relatable those feelings would be for women caught in a similar situation.

One could say the book shouldn’t be read by men because it is too close a read of a troubled woman’s mind. Knowing the intensity of her pain can actually prepare them to fend fo themselves!😛

The novel’s big plus is it’s very localized, homely timbre. For me, it’s very Asian in tone, more like incidences coming from an Indian home, something I like, the familiarity of content, despite being foreign. It was like a setting from my neighborhood, including Sarah’s narration of her everyday experiences, hopes, expectations, disappointments, beginning from her children, going onto Mike and ending on life itself.

Somehow, unlike the other reviewers who enjoyed it as a fun read, I perceived it more literally and hence seriously despite the novel’s even-paced, comfortable, sometime hilarious, sometimes sarcastic, cheeky situational humor and even a light uncomplicated tone, totally natural and unforced, completely unlike the compromise that Sarah was thrust into. Because life is like that. It reads like a genuine, honest, serious, gutsy take on mostly at-home women wives, or maybe even serious girlfriends, it must not be a joke to be in this woman’s shoes. It took me more time than due for this book, the author was too kind to rush the ARC for the review but I wasn’t exactly enjoying it as much as I should, only because I had been feeling unhappy about Sarah’s plight, making me feel vague and uneasy, plus a bad cold and damp weather keeps you mostly in the S.A.D. phase, because otherwise the book had every expression to keep me turning pages. On the other hand, I was so excited about the book, I could go hug kiss the author for penning such a literal account of what a woman goes through and thinks like, ‘only’ when she realizes she is getting crushed in the daily grind and being made a scapegoat, so much so that she is turned into the soon to be butchered sheep.

I have often wondered, why is it that marriages break up when there begin lurking threats of third, fourth, fifth or multiple angles? The rocky marriages such as Diana-Charles-Camilla or Hillary-Clinton-Monica and the fatal or disastrous outcomes of such trio situations, how many times did the situation of one of them sending a hired killer aiming for another’s heart, arise with them as a thought, a possible reality, or a failed attempt? What goes on in the mind of the betrayer and the betrayed? Does the thought of getting back at their more than errant husband/wife haunt them enough to want to get back at them in some way, plausibly with a reactionary love affair somewhere in the light of a revenge (such as Diana’s with Hewitt, Gilbey, Barry Mannakee and then later with Dody Fayed, Squidgygate I and II and what not) . Or it could lead to defiling of the partner’s image followed by divorce such as the publication of Diana: Her True Story in 1992, followed by the Camillagate scandal concluding in a string of divorces.

Sometimes, the reasons are far more trivial, where the husband is not able to segregate his personal life from the world outside and is unable to make either reassure the woman back home or make her secure about him. It is a lack of not merely understanding, but also the maturity of his accepting the necessity of the woman back home to be made at ease and if she already is, then not to go out and break her trust.

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Love triangles become lethal when the offended believe they have been lied to or betrayed. No one likes being made a subject of treason. OR the killer was repeatedly lied to, betrayed, ignored and used callously, sometimes in their partial knowledge and then finally, after waiting for long for their partner to realize their worth and sincerity, their patience gives in, leading to such instances of retribution. So mostly, an intimate partner murder is a gendered phenomenon. Some people kill their mates because they find themselves in a love triangle.

This is all in the wide angle, those caught in a triangle are too much at fag ends to fall in a single line again. All in all, I just have to say, I won’t blame Sarah at all for her reactions and responses, her thoughts and capacity to cope with what came her way. It couldn’t have gone any other way. So I don’t get those ‘women’ reviewers at all who say Sarah was whining and her husband had forced her to get into that depreciatory situation. You must be really too blind and too successful and assumedly happy to not see that it wasn’t her choice, she was thrust into it for the love of her marriage, her family, her husband, her children, in the reverse order.

Was this a crime of passion– a frenzy of the heart? Was it a calculated retribution, for disrupting a bond between two lovers, that boomeranged? Or was it just one of those times…when somebody had to die? The end made me a tad sad. I kept waiting for a miracle. From the beginning till the ned. Perhaps this is where we fail. We expect miracles from ordinary lives and much more from people than the Angels we make them out to be in our heads. But then, that is what life can be. A Miracle or a Disaster. It depends on whose faith is answered. Learn the fascinating truth in a riveting story of cultivated obsession, betrayal, and murder… I am not giving away anything.😛 Go find for yourself from this a must pick up for the season. You can buy the book soon, the expected publication is January 13th 2016!

And one more thing! If you want to win a signed ARC of ’14 Days to Die’ than check out this Goodreads book giveaway:https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/168623-14-days-to-die

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