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This article was first published on MarketingBuzzar.com A housewife, better to be called as the homemaker has come from a humble background living a lifestyle somewhere revolving around frugality all through her childhood and adolescence. She got married in her early twenties and she expected a better life hereafter. But problems continued. She couldn’t buy what she desired and aspired because of limited bandwidth to spend money the way she wished. Evidently she had children whose future, according to her depended upon her ability to cut-down costs. She had to care about the rising daily expenses and then decide when a big ticket purchase like Television, refrigerator, music system or washing machine had to be made. One aspect that I am interested in presenting is her introduction to technology. Probably the first introduction to technology was to home appliances like mixer, washing machine, refrigerator, vacuum cleaner; mostly related to what was supposedly her domain- kit...

Source: Internet Once upon a time, in ancient India, lived a sage of immense knowledge, Jamdagni, one of the divine Saptrishis , Feared by God of Gods, Revered by Lord of Lords, Though spiritual, he was mercuruial. Had a wife, divinely beautiful, Renuka, Epitome of chastity & faithfulness. World of wives & husbands envied her, when stories spread of her faithfulnes. Suryadev bowed down to seek her blissfulness, The Vaitarni, every morning, purified herself, when Renuka dived and water rippled owing to her thrilling body. Then she carried water, in an unbaked, bottomless clay pot. Such was her fidelity that water feared to drain onto the ground. One fine day, Suryadev was yet to sharpen, Playing along the river were the Gandharvas, Oblivious and joyful and exhilarating, they wandered; Tuning their bodies to the rhythm: Of the roaring river, Of the chilling yet ferocious wind, Of the sweet-smelling mogra, they danced. Arriv...

                                              The book cover surely deceives you. For it patronizes you to surmise the book to be another entrant in the laundry list of love stories. Well, the prelude made me pensive and skepticism mitigated my excitement. Nonetheless, I was overwhelmed to see my thoughts to be fallacious and theme of the book was totally different. Babloo, the protagonist, is autistic, schizophrenic and psychotic. All these adjectives perfectly describe his character. Autistic because he has communication disorders and fails to concentrate. Schizophrenic because he is disturbed by unjust realities: happening against him, from his family and the outside world. I slightly disagree with Babloo’s characterization as psychotic, but it doesn't matter to those who keep calling him the same. The Story Here’s the perfect bac...

Yes, we are witnessing a new generation of writers, after many writers who have accentuated through their books of being apostles of Chetan Bhagat  and are now on their way to extinct. The USP of these new budding writers is never-imagined-before scenarios and Adi is party to that. His book ‘Tantra’ is a well-conceived story out of his imagination. The cover-page intrigues as it shows non-familiar site of a woman sitting on roof top with dagger drenched in blood. Her name is Anu Agarwal and she is out to search killers of her boyfriend in New Delhi following a trail from New York. Putting up vampires in Indian context gives you two perspectives: firstly, it kinda forces you to ponder over what if there were vampires in India against presumption that Vampires are only limited to USA and the other; Vampires may not fit into Indian picture. Throughout the book I was in dilemma whether I liked what was being offered. The book scores well when it comes to character bu...

Who are we? Why are we here? Are we serving any purpose- be it our own or someone else’s? Why aren’t we following our dream, if at all we have ever dreamt! If we have a job, why aren’t we happy then? When shall/should happiness come to us? Are animals freer than us? Or are we caged in our own little world of freedom? The answer: " F?@K KNOWS ” This is what Shailendra Singh asks you in his super cool-cum-hilariously-mocking book “ F?@K KNOWS ”. The dichotomy that prevails in my mind is: whether I have to review this book as a ‘typical’ book or do just as my heart asks me to do! I choose to do latter one- because once you read the book, that’s exactly what Shailendra Singh says! Is this F?@K’in self-help book? Depends on how deplorable is your condition. To, me it is grossly wrong to promote this book by tagging it under “Self-Help” category; for it is enough to drive away those voracious book readers who detest Deepak Chopra, Oprah, Shiv Khera ...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37 ; the 37th edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is " Truth is stranger than fiction " Truth says, " Life of many is under my siege, They live, love, loathe and beseech To my august character To let them have none But a hunky-dory life! What they do shamelessly, Is to monger, instead mollify problems, Until one fine day, when things go haywire And are vindicated by miserable doldrums. I remind them of their glitch, Hard, but, none manages to switch. Allege and accuse me for their lacking grit. But never, think to change me, For I am not reality, but a mirror to contradict. I wish they inspired themselves to fight, As opposed to, what they usually do, flight. Then seek solace in fiction, which ostensibly allevi...