Saturday, December 13, 2014

Licensed To Thrill

It had been 35 years since I had got off my bicycle for one last time, never to get back on it ever again. I was 13 year old teen who had been forced to stop riding the bicycle for the crime of being a girl. Being mocked by my grandmother, eve teased by boys and looked down upon by the society, I did not have enough power within me to fight those forces and do what I loved.
Being born with a club foot or love for books never stopped me from enjoying outdoor sports like Throwball, koko, running or cycling. Unfortunately, my family could neither understand nor support my sporting ventures, especially because I ended up with bruises so often. My mom feared that I would someday kill myself playing around. I never had a bicycle of my own, but would collect money to rent one and ride around, until I finally gave in to pressure and stopped.
Life moved on… I got married, had two children and settled down to pleading the rickshawallas to take me to a desired destination. One fine day I thought of getting on a two wheeler to travel on the roads of Bangalore (a city known for its traffic jams and potholes). I had almost no experience of riding a scooter ever in my life and I was 47. Was it possible to learn to drive on the roads in a city like Bangalore at my age?
 The doubt kept me off the Honda Dio for nearly a month. One fine down I gulped down my fear on got on the vehicle. It was a disaster that brought me few more bruises. I did not give up though; I tried again and again until I could master the scooter. 
More than the fear of riding, I had to overcome my fear of driving in the traffic. My heart would stop beating every time I saw a vehicle (even hand-cart) moving towards me. I was terrified of driving in the traffic even though I could ride the vehicle well on empty roads. I decided to get my license before embarking on the roads, but that was not easy to come. My club foot stood in my way of getting license. After a lot of running around, finally I got my first ever driving license at the age of 48.
Once I secured the license, I started taking the vehicle on Bannerghatta road early in the morning. The road always had enough traffic trickling to scare me. Slowly I practiced being relaxed and taking deep breaths whenever I felt a panic coming over me. Initially I started venturing out at 6 a.m. when the roads were virtually empty, but gradually added hours until I could go out at the rush hour of 8.45 a.m. I ran the risk of panicking in the middle of traffic to meet with an accident, but the fear did not stop me from pursuing my goal. 

Was that the end of my fear? No! I could now ride comfortably on the route I was familiar with but every new route scared me. Persistence and reluctance by the autowallas to take me to my destination finally motivated me enough to take a deep breath and start travelling around Bangalore on my two- wheeler. Today, I have a sense of freedom which I have never felt before. It was as though I have developed wings to fly. It is true that if there is a will there will be a way (even if it is filled with potholes). I am licensed to thrill……..yay!

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Lucky 6…. Fortune Knocking Your Door


Communication has never been tougher earlier, what with everyone hooked onto mobile or tablet games. I myself spend hours playing games on my laptop, iPad or mobile to win elixirs, gold, money or points. Mobile and tablet games have grown exponentially in the last decades with people of all generation falling in love with it.
How amazing it would be to win some life changing prizes while we enjoyed playing games? How is it possible? I know you are wondering whether I am playing games with your mind. No, I am not. I just came across the launch of Fat Cat app, which has brought to India an innovative game known as Lucky 6 which can potentially change your life with amazing prizes when you have fun playing games. All you do is pick six of your favorite brands to play the game. The day the stock of your brands reaches highest gains on game, you will win amazing prizes. These prizes are not just fun, but they can actually make a huge impact on your life. Running short of cash, want to relax on a luxury holiday tour, Lucky 6 brings all these to your doorstep.
Thomas Jefferson said, “I'm a greater believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it”. Today the world is changing. It is not hard work, but the smart work that brings us luck. Fast and easy money is highly seductive in modern times. Traditional lotteries and gambling have lost their charm with advent of internet. This is the era of internet gaming and winning. Every day you are bombarded with advertisement which promises you high gains for little investment. Unfortunately these are all false promises that try to fool small people with big dreams. Fat Cat is not one of them. Moreover, Fat Cat is a crowd-funded campaign, which in a unique concept which is changing the way we look at the traditional lottery system. You not only win big playing on your own, but also through your friends when you challenge them. We love sharing ice-creams, chocolates and books with our friends. Now it is time to share our winnings with them as well. Lucky 6 makes sure that when your friends win, you win as well. That means, the more friends you invite, and the bigger is your odds of winning the game.
We love racing on tough roads, escaping the monsters chasing us or waging wars with our enemies when we play. Lucky 6 is much easier that way. All you have to do is tap the logos of your favorite brands and pray that they stand to gain highest point for the day. Praying is not compulsory, it is optional. Believe me; you will have no tough time picking up the brands because they are the most popular household names already. You can download the app on IOS or Android, with the global launch of this game.We play not just for prizes but also more excitement, fun and challenge with our friends. All this is a part and parcel of Lucky 6.

So what are you waiting for? Let have fun and win some life changing prizes! 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Peeing In Peace!

I remember my toilet  woes from the days when I got married and went to stay in my in-laws home which was in Byndoor, a tiny village on coastal Karnataka. Being brought up in a home which followed bathroom and toilet ethics, it was tough for me to adjust to a place where there were no rules for bathroom or toilets. Are there any bathroom and toilet rules and ethic you may ask in amazement, but once you give a thought to it, you will realize every home follows some of their own rules and ethics regarding bathroom/toilet behavior.
Check out which of these are relevant to your homes.
·         Do not knock on toilet door. When they are done they will come out.
·         Wash your hands thoroughly after using toilet.
·         Clean up your mess.
·         Do not waste water.
·         Do not talk when you are pooping or peeing.
·         Do not hover around when others are using the toilet.
·         Respect privacy.
·         Always lock the toilet door. You may embarrass others by exposing your awkward position to them.
·         Do not dribble on the floor.
·         Flush toilets after use properly.
·         Be fully dressed before walking out of toilet.
·         Toilet walls are not for your creative expressions. Leave them alone.
·         Make sure you have water/toilet paper clean yourself before starting your business.
My elder sister was in charge of our bathroom and toilet Etiquettes. She accepted no excuses. For me it was great shock to be in a place where people did not follow any toilet etiquettes. The first time I saw a woman walking out of the toilet holding her sari high and lowering it as she walked back to her home; I was disgusted. I also ended up walking in on people pooping or peeing because they did not lock the door. The annoyance of people calling you, knocking on the door or pacing outside the toilet when you have business to do is intolerable for those who have seen better conditions.  At times I would be welcomed by a load of crap left there without being flushed, or dots of urine spread around on toilet floor. I hated cleaning other people’s mess, but I could not do anything about it. It was just the way of life over there.
I could not wait to get back to my home and Pee in Peace. Though we take it for granted, having a clean toilet where you can cleanse your body of toxins is a great luxury. As I complained about the annoying toilet conditions, I wondered how it would be for people to have no toilets to perform simple function which cannot wait.
Girls like little Babli who have to use deserted places are not just uncomfortable, but also at risk of being attacked by rapists or molesters. If a change in toilet behaviors can be so annoying, I wonder how bad it is not to have toilets at all!
The danger of using open spaces for toilets for girls hit the nation when two young girls were audaciously attacked: raped and hanged from a tree, when they went out to perform simple bodily functions. They had gone missing on the night of May 27, when they went out to relieve themselves. Going out in pairs for safety did not work for them. How safe is it for women and girls to venture under the cloak of darkness before sunrise or after sunset to relieve themselves?
So far we had seen human dignity being lost; now it is their lives as well. We cannot blame our ever rising population for lack of toilets for everyone, since we see China has more than a billion people, but according to WHO only 1 out of every 100 people defecates out in the open; whereas in India, 1 out of every 2 people use open spaces for toilets. This is the highest rate in the world.
Another issue with open toilets is the health hazard associated with it. Leaving bodily wastes in open contaminates food and water, causing cholera or other diseases that kill 200,000 children in India; in addition, it shunts the cognitive and mental development of children like little Babli.
Dr. Bindeshwar Pathak of non-government organization Sulabh International says only 30% of Indians have access to clean and safe toilets. Why our nation with so many exotic places of worship has ignored the basic needs of human?

Domex has started an initiative to provide toilets for girls like Babli under their initiative known as Toilet for Babli, where "You Click Domex Contributes". You can bring about the change in the lives of millions of kids, thereby showing your support for the Domex Initiative. All you need to do is “click” on the “Contribute Tab” on www.domex.in and Domex will contribute Rs.5 on your behalf to eradicate open defecation, thereby helping kids like Babli live a dignified life.  Let us make life better, safe and hygienic for Babli. 
 Your click can make the difference. 



Monday, October 27, 2014

Quikr- Deals Cannot Get Any Quicker Than This!

Blogadda came up with the innovative contest for bloggers last week with collaboration with Quikr which was named #ShopQuikr. It was time to shop and have fun as well. I am not new to Quikr. Though I have not bought many things from Quikr,I have sold few things over there and made good money out of the sale as well. I don’t mean I made thousands but it meant a lot because I could get rid of unwanted things lying around the house and also earn some bucks by just posting free ads on the website. Most of the things we put out for sale were those that were not being used anymore and so were kind of garbage.
Buying products on Quikr was a new experience for me. So I decided to have a look around the range the products available on the site. It was difficult to make a choice of purchase there because I did not have any product in mind when I clicked on the website. This was not the familiar online shopping store for me, but one of the top classifieds platforms where the buyer and seller connected through the medium of the Quikr. The products could be viewed online, but the deal had to be done offline. I am used to finishing off the deal online, so had some doubts before venturing further.
Since I was at the computer table, I decided to look around for a computer table, since my old table was depleted and falling apart. It also made this corner of my home look unkempt with its height and way it was made.

Surprisingly I found quite good offers of computer table as well as chair for as less as Rs.2000-3000. Unfortunately most of the products were sold by the time I got in touch with the seller. Unexpectedly I saw a brand new computer table for just 3000/- with home delivery offered by the seller.
Link :http://bangalore.quikr.com/New/1001-10000/Home-Office-Furniture/w218?l=Condition-Price&page=5&page=2


I dialed the number of the person who lived in Hebbal, which is in another part of Bangalore.  The deal was done in minutes. I was not sure that he would transport the product all the way to Hulimavu which is quite some distance. But, keeping his word, this seller delivered the product to my home the same evening for no extra charges. This was one of quickest and easiest online deal I have ever made. Now my laptop has a matching table and also lockers to keep my Pen-drives and other computer accessories safe.

Now that I had got what I wanted it was time to have fun by surfing through the 13 categories and more than 150 sub-categories of products to choose from. There were wide range of mobile phones, laptops, real estate deals and also cars and bikes for sale at reasonable prices. Some smart people have posted products which cost you less in market when you buy them new. Is this the way of fooling people or have they bought this products from places which charge customers more? I am not sure.
I wanted my second purchase to be in the used item category because that would complete my shopping experience on Quikr. There were quite some good products I wanted to buy, like a bean bag, center table, shoe rack etc, but I had to purchase my next product in the range of 1800-2000/- rupees according to the conditions of the contest. Hence I made use of the filter available on the website to choose latest products posted in the range below Rs.2000/-.
Finally after being told by the sellers that the products I am looking for was not available anymore for about 7 times, I found an attractive 3 shelved glass table which caught my fancy. I actually did not have any idea where to set this table up in my home or what exactly to do with it, but I knew I would end up buying this product since I loved the way it was made.
Link: http://bangalore.quikr.com/table-with-glass-shelves-all/table-with-glass-shelves/x23?sx=true


I called up the number of the seller, who did not respond to the call. I was wondering whether to surf further for other products, when the owner called me back. I informed that I had seen the ad on Quikr about the glass top table and was interested in buying the product. She was a sweet speaking girl called Leena, who told me that the price would not be negotiable because the product was sparsely used. She was moving out of town; hence, she was selling most of her household furniture along with this tiny table. The owner was a situated in Murgeshpalya, again a far off place from where I stay, and this time around I had to arrange for the transport of the table. Again the deal was finalized in less than 5 minutes.
 After asking her to keep the product reserved for me, I asked my brother and son to pick up the table. The seller sent over her address through sms, we went there, paid the lady in cash, and brought the table home. It is as simple as that.
I set up my speakers on the table for now. I may find some better use for it in future.


Shopping on Quikr is quite quick, because most of the deals can be done within a day. This is much faster than the online shopping where the products may take more than 10 days to reach your doorstep. The tagline – ‘No Fikar, Bech Quikr’ looks appropriate as well since most of the products I tried to purchase were sold out when I tried to purchase them. One of those ads was just posted 2 hours ago. That means the used product was sold out in less than 2 hours! So I think it is time for me to check out what unused products are lying around my home to post ad on Quikr. After an awesome experience shopping, it is now time for some awesome experience selling products.

This post is a part of Quikr.com activity at BlogAdda.com

 'Free Shopping Fiesta campaign of Quikr.com'.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Indoor to Outdoors

I very often come across the ads about energy drinks or other energizers which give you enough strength to keep going even as you are ready to crash. I have never taken refuge in those energizers because my kids have done that for me. They can keep me awake the whole night, push me to walk that extra mile, motivate me to fly high and also keep my back from breaking with the last straw. The last thing I want is to see them sick or sad. I love to watch them glowing in complete health and smiling their days away. Being first or winning accolades do not matter as much to me as to watch them smile.
Now that they have grown up, they have become my support system in a different way by lending me a hand in managing my life. In fact, I shudder to imagine my life without Rayyan, who is a great help to me in everything I do.
My kids have faced different challenges in their lives but they have dealt with it at their best. Farheena, though a special needs child has seldom seen the doctor with a cold, fever or cough. She has been to the hospital only for her special needs which includes physiotherapy, speech therapy or the triple fusion surgery on her foot. If not for those challenges, she has been one of the healthiest children I have come across.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t so fortunate with my first born son. Though Rayyan was smart and healthy kid, he suffered from continuous bouts of cough, fever or colds which kept him away from school. My parents were very reluctant to let him go out much, because they were afraid he would catch an infection. The indoor made him more vulnerable to infections and he was sick so often. This finally turned into a vicious cycle which went on and on without an end.
I knew I had to take him out and make him play in dirt to get him fit, but I could not do that without giving my parents a heart attack (or they attacking me for trying to kill their precious grandson). One fine day, I was struck with a bright idea when watching the idiot box. There was this ad of Dabur Chyawanprash where the grandma lovingly fed her grandson the halwa to increase his immunity. I remembered how my parents had tried to make Rayyan eat the Halwa, but he refused because he was a fussy eater and did not like the consistency of the halwa.

I took Rayyan into my confidence and told him that he should promise his grandparents to take the Dabur Chyawanprash regularly so that they would confidently allow him to play outdoors. The boy agreed and we presented our plan to the grandparents. Rayyan will take the Dabur Chyawanprash regularly and they will allow him to play outdoors, be it in rain or sun. The grandparents were happy and said yes to this. Slowly Rayyan changed from a weak and sick boy, to a healthy outdoor person who loved cycling, walking, playing football, climbing trees and swimming.

His journey with outdoors activity began thus and recently ended with his 4 day cycling trail on the Western Ghats which was called ‘Ghats2Ocean’. 



He seldom falls sick and has great stamina. He can go cycling, walking or working for hours without being tired. Finally, today he has ended up being the only fit and healthy person in my family. The rest are either couch potatoes or sick every other day with something or other. May be I should show them the Dabur Chyawanprash ad to bring about a change. 

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Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Spellbinders: Chapter 18 - The Shadows Gather

We are a team called The Spellbinders who have been bound together by our team spirit, sense of humor and camaraderie. We are collaborating and writing a story for the Blogadda challenge "Game of Blogs". I feel we have successfully met the challenge of BA who asked 10 cooks to cook a broth with the ingredients they provided.  To know about us, join us here.

 
The story so far:

The Shadows Gather


Malik woke up sweating.  He, never in his memory, had such a horrible dream.  He got up from the chair he was sitting and moved painfully to his bed, but did not lie down.
He turned on the news channel on the television.  The reporter had a garish blue and red screen to her side where graphics of a group of hooded figures did a strange dance around a skeleton.  The ticker tape said, “Little Girl saved by divine intervention from Tantrics”.
He winced.  He knew the story, a girl had been lured away from a fishermen’s village in coastal south India.  She had been drugged and tied to a stake while she was being knifed, slowly and deliberately.  Her brothers had followed thinking it was some kind of a funny game. But the sight that awaited them was horrible. Alarmed one of them ran back and got the whole village to attack and rescue the girl.  Those freaks that were doing this had fled by then.  It had a dark, moonless night.  The brothers remembered that the people were heavily cloaked and their hands were tattooed.  The freaks even sang and danced like some scary shadows thrown by flames on a windy night.
“Mind Freaks,” Aryan had called his book.  Well, he did have a freaky mind and extremely weird taste in research.  What was more disturbing was that just as he found Aryan’s research, this case had been picked up by the TV news channels.  Coincidence?  Or divine design as the news reader called it.  He drank two glasses of water and shook his head.  Sleep was impossible now.  The body of the girl found in Mumbai had knife marks too.


He walked out where the police jeep was parked.  His driver was asleep in the garage.  He shook him gently and said, “Sorry, but we have to go.”
The driver grunted and got up.  Working with Malik even for a short period changed people.  They became used to erratic behavior from bosses.  He drove Malik to the hospital and once the man entered, he curled up on the back seat of the jeep and slept.
Malik walked into the ward where Aryan was resting with a book in his hand. For once Malik’s stoic face carried a gentle smile. Aryan Ahuja, the young bespectacled mischievous man was quite different from the serious book he held in his hand, “The Devil on the Doorstep - My Escape from a Satanic Sex Cult”. So far Aryan was the only person related to the case that Malik had some positive feelings for; the rest were rotten apples, in one way or other. Slowly in his mind, Malik did a serious evaluation of the people he had met during the course of his investigation.
His initial softness for Shekhar had broken when he found out how much he hated his girl and his peculiar response at her birth. A father of a loving girl, he couldn’t imagine what man would do that and for what reasons. The thoughts of his lovely Ruks made his heart feel so warm.
Tara was selfish woman who could step on heads to reach her goals. Though she was a mother who was undergoing the trauma of not knowing where her daughter was; for Malik, she was a pawn to be used to solve the mystery of not just missing Roohi, but also the murders of many 9 year old girls which had taken place in the past decade with some eerie connection between them.
Jenny was nothing more than a gold-digger.
Cyrus was just a spoilt rich brat who was studying law, but at the same time he thought himself to be above law. ‘God save his clients’ said Malik to himself with a chuckle that escaped his lips.
But here was a man who could help him in many ways to throw some light on the people connected to this case. Wasn’t it a blessing from above to find a neighbor to Datta’s and also childhood friend of Cyrus, who studies people? Malik considered Aryan his trump card in this game filled with dark mystery that brutally killed girls who had not enjoyed the world even for a decade. He wanted to put the killer behind the bars, to show him what pain is.

“Hi, couldn't sleep?” Aryan asked in his usual mischievous way, before adding with exaggerated wonder written all over face, “and how come they allowed you to see me?”
Malik shifted a bit uncomfortably.  “Um, how are you feeling now?” he asked Aryan.
“Oh, I see.  The policeman sneaked inside.  Scared of the nurses?”
“Very,” said Malik laughing openly now.  “You definitely are better.”
“I am on my way to recovery, but the pain is still bothering me” said Aryan wincing.
Aryan liked the gusty policeman who had what Aryan called the coconut personality, all hard on outside but soft from within. Cyrus hated this habit of his, to examine everyone, see through the exterior. He said it was like disrobing people in public. He had a talent for this, something that he did not learn on purpose. He could see people for what they are, unlike Cyrus. This was the reason why Cyrus found Malik to be a very annoying person. 
Malik took a seat beside him and peeked into the cover of the book, “The Devil on the Doorstep - My Escape from a Satanic Sex Cult”.
“More of the freaky minds for you Mister Aryan? Huh? I couldn’t believe that such people exist among us” said Malik as a chill ran down his spine.
“They do exist Sir,” said Aryan, as his eyes lost its mischievous look, “At present I am reading account of Annabelle Foster who was made to sleep with1800 men by her mother even before she was out of high school. Her freaky mom followed a satanic cult that had weird sex orgies included in their rituals.  Fortunately she escaped at the age of 18.”
“Her mother?” Malik almost shouted before checking himself by reminding he was in a hospital, that too late in the night, or was it early in the morning?
“Yes her mother” answered Aryan with deep pain resounding in his voice.
“Your book and research have opened up a world I had not known before and honestly I am sensing fear which I am not familiar with”, said Malik, remembering the nightmare that had woken him up.
“You have my research papers?” Aryan faked anger.
Malik though taken aback initially could see through it. “Yes” he confessed sheepishly.   “Your work is the reason why I am here at this odd hour”.
 “There are dark forces out there Mr. Malik, something that you haven’t seen in the people you have locked up behind those cells. Those are normal criminals with simple motives, here are the people who have more serious issues with darkest psyches we have ever seen”, Aryan was lost in some thoughts as the words escaped from him.

Something was amiss in the happenings of the past few days, but he could only sense it; there was no way he could pinpoint it. That made him very uneasy. It was like having something on the tip of your tongue but being unable to utter it out loud.
“I feel so helpless being unable to catch the killer who is mercilessly killing small girls so brutally that even Shaitan would shiver in his boots. Over the last decade I have seen connection between 8 girls killed without motives in a similar way. The evidence points at some kind of sacrifice taking place, which makes me wonder whether more than 1 person is involved”
Aryan was listening with intent and he again had that uneasy feeling of sensing the connection but unable to identify it.
Malik continued, “I think you can help me in this case with your extensive knowledge about such cults and their ways”.
“Sure Malik Sir,” Aryan said with all the assurance he could garner while being helpless on a hospital bed.
“But if you are to help me in this case, you are supposed to keep your personal relations of being the best friend or neighbor aside”, Malik said trying to measure how neutral Aryan could get.
“I will sir”, said Aryan imitating a soldier reporting to his superior.
They both relieved the escalating tension and laughed. But, Malik was serious once again. 
“You mentioned that some people are born with devilish trait and some with divine traits in your research. I cannot believe that. All men are born equal” said Malik, trying to recall some points from Aryan’s research papers.
“There are evidences that prove that to some extent. I am still doing my research on it”, replied Aryan.
“Do you believe in the Satanic Cults? In our era?” Malik still had trouble to believe about the shadowy figures that killed young girls.
“I have heard there are nearly 10 different cults operating from Kochi alone”, said Aryan.
“You must have heard about the girl we rescued last week”.
“Yes, I did. Hope she recovers emotionally from this trauma” said Aryan. He continued, “I was discussing the seeping of satanic cult into Fort Kochi with Cyrus few months ago. He took time to go there and get some photographs as well, but he did not find anything fishy”.

“What makes people worship Satan?” Malik was thinking aloud.
“That is not as complicated as you feel Mr. Malik errr Sir. No matter what religion you belong, your worship gives spiritual power to the good Supreme Being. But you need to follow a moral and chaste life to be in the good books of God. Satanic worshippers are people of dark mind. They cannot abide by the moral ethics hence they are trying hard to make Satan the spiritual authority”.
“Do educated people believe in such rubbish Mr.Aryan?” asked Malik not being able to accept this.
“Oh yes! There are many young, educated rich brats in the cult” answered Aryan; very sure of what he was saying.
“You mean people like Cyrus?”
“Yes ‘like Cyrus’, but not him”, and then continued, “Most of these people are pleasure seeking hedonists, who hold various memberships in their cult. They try to reverse the power of divinity by doing everything considered sacred in the reverse order or in a contradicting way. The prayers are recited backwards, they follow incest, cannibalism, drinking and many do many more activities which is forbidden in religious books”.
“Do you really think that normal people can become cannibals by choice Mr. Aryan?” Malik was finding it difficult to accept the dark side of humanity he was being exposed to.
“Drinking blood is a must in all satanic cults. How far is cannibalism from that?” challenged Aryan.
“I don’t know what to say. I can handle the toughest goonda on any day, but this is something I am not ready for”. Malik was looking ill at ease and did not want to hear more for today.  He felt sick but he had one more thing to request.
“Can you sign a slip for me?”
“Are you robbing me of my fortune?” Aryan asked his mischievous grin back on his face.
“Actually I took your books and papers to study.  I need you to okay that for me.”
“On one condition,” Aryan said.
“Which is?” Malik asked.
“Come and visit me again Malik Sir, and when you do, get me biryani and kebabs.  Hospital food sucks,” he said with a wink.
Malik laughed and said, “It’s a deal.”

Continue reading - Chapter 19 - The Rising Moon - By Bushra M


Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

THE SPELLBINDERS: CHAPTER 9 – The Runaway Brat

                                    Team: The Spellbinders

Here are the links to the first eight chapters :
Chapter 8  - When Dreams Came True by Deepa Dutta Chaudhuri

  The Runaway Brat

Shekhar got up and stretched his thin frame.  Again he had spent hours at the computer and not written anything.  His life, like his unfinished manuscript was a mess. Should he just tear his life to pieces and shove it down the throat of the dustbin? Everything happening in his life was way beyond his control, especially the attraction Tara had for DD. The sparkle in her eyes that he had seen at the launch of YTV for DD haunted Shekhar like a witch’s curse. Shekhar groaned and banged his head against the desk.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Saturday, August 30, 2014

The Human Touch @ UniverCell Sync

Let me start my post with a confession. I am online shopper who has come up with quite some posts regarding online shopping experience. This is my first post regarding my experience in gadget store.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Advantage .1


If you are wondering what the advantage of .1 is, it is the great leap of advantage you have over windows 8 when you lay your hands over windows 8.1.

Rayyan Lost in Laptop