Monday, June 25, 2018

Lolita by Rubina Ramesh





In the words of the talented Rubina Ramesh herself, "This story has been with me for a long time. I think from my school days itself. The life of an actress who comes from a very conservative family. What will be her thought process? How will she adjust to the Bollywood lifestyle? Is she really what she is portrayed to be?  Slowly Lolita has become someone I myself want to meet one day. She is a diva. Larger than life. Yet, she is searching for only one thing - true love."




Print Length: 246 pages
Publisher: Indie published
Publication Date: May 8, 2018
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Language: English
Available on Kindle Unlimited
Genre: Romance

Love or Stardom? Was there even a doubt what Lolita wanted?
Though what Lolita wanted and what she got were two different things. When notoriety, that came along with fame, was too much for her to bear, she seeks refuge in the luscious greens of Panchgani.
But a chance accident changes her life forever…
Advait Rana was a workaholic and a single dad. And balancing the two roles was not easy. The guilt of neglecting his 10-year-old, motherless child made him decide to become a better father than he was. Taking a leave of absence from his work, he heads towards Panchgani little knowing that fate had some other plans for him.
A chance accident that changes his life forever…
Born in simplicity, shunned for her ambition by her family, shamed for her choice in men, Lolita is exactly the kind of woman Advait doesn’t want his daughter to be acquainted with. Little does he know that it is this attitude of his which makes him a target for the darling of the silver screen.
For she was born to win over hearts!!!

Editorial Review #1
From Sundari Venkatraman, Bestselling Author of Tied In Knots and many more:
“With an unapologetically badass heroine and a super-hot dude who loves his little daughter more than anything else in the world, Lolita makes for an unputdownable romance; not to miss some truly hot scenes."

Note from the Author:
This is a standalone novel and is not carried over to the next part.
It would be great if you can add this book to your TBR



Rubina Ramesh is an avid reader, writer, blogger, book reviewer and marketer. She is the founder of The Book Club, an online book publicity group. Her first literary work was published in her school magazine. It gave her immense pride to see her own name at the bottom of the article. She was about 8 years old at that time. She then went to complete her MBA and after her marriage to her childhood friend, her travel saga started. From The Netherlands to the British Isles she lived her life like an adventure. After a short stint in Malaysia, she finally settled down in the desert state of USA, Arizona. Living with her DH and two human kids and one doggie kid, Rubina has finally started living the life she had always dreamed about – that of a writer.
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Sunday, May 27, 2018

KADAM CHHOTA, CHANGE BADA

THE MIRACLE AROUND THE CORNER!




God and I have this wonderful relationship.  I imagined that just before I was born, He said, “Let there be light!” When I appeared, my parents named me Deepti, which means ‘light’ in Sanskrit.

My grandparents were religious to the core and they had this huge pooja room filled with idols of all shapes and sizes. My personal favourite was the pot-bellied Elephant God who was an ally in arms, and a tall blue Krishna who stood in a glass case, with a friendly smile on His face.

My parents were never temple-goers, but they made sure that they never harmed a fly, a philosophy which implied that God resided in every creature. Maybe Mom was not too fond of lizards, but she only kept well away from them.




My husband being an Army officer, we found ourselves celebrating every festival with equal fervour.  We would immerse Ganeshas, light lamps, eat delicious langar at gurudwaras, and meditate in silence within the cool interiors of beautiful churches, finding joy in every moment of the festival. The festival of colour, Holi, would find us cavorting in tubs brimming with coloured water, and Id would consist of mutton biryani that melted in the mouth. Christmas was the time for gifts and Santa’s visits, when we would regale our neighbours with carols and stuff ourselves with cake and mouth-watering snacks.

Thus, what happened one day did not surprise me or my husband. We were going for a stroll in the Cantonment with our five-year-old daughter. Shady trees lined both sides of the road, and it was a pleasant, balmy walk. There was a temple ahead and as we crossed it, the little one slowed down. We turned around, only to see her standing in front of the temple, and smiled as she prayed with her eyes closed tight, her little lips muttering something. As we looked on, she opened her eyes, made the sign of the cross and then walked towards us.




For a moment, we were both stunned. Here was a little girl who, with one tiny gesture, had established that God is one, whether He dwells in a temple, a church, a mosque or a gurudwara. With one small step, she had broken through the centuries of orthodoxy that dictated which deity belonged to which religion, and proved to us that it only takes one little step to create a mighty ripple of change.

If an innocent child could understand this mighty truth, I wonder why so many educated and sensible people fail to do so.

Every change begins with a small step, whether it is a change within your own family, or the whole country! India’s hero, Padman, had its digital premiere on ZEE5, on 11th May. Don’t miss this inspiring true-life story, only on ZEE5. 



For every subscription, ZEE5 will donate Rs. 5 towards the personal hygiene needs of underprivileged women.


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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

HAPPY IS AS HAPPY DOES!

MOTHER'S DAY CONTEST - #HappyStartsWithMe





How good a Mom am I? 

Never once, over the decades, have I asked myself this question for there are no clear-cut guidelines on the path a perfect mom is expected to traverse. Are there flowers on the sides of the path? Is one expected to smell the roses, even as one juggles a baby on one’s hip? Is there a signpost that proclaims, ‘This way to Happiness?’ Or is it just a question of venturing along the road not taken to make a choice that makes all the difference?

I was twenty-four when I had my one and only offspring – a daughter who brought sunshine into our lives and mischief into our hours. My husband and I were thrilled and decided to be hands-on parents, refusing to take Dr. Spock’s advice overmuch. Luckily, Daddy dear was as enthusiastic as I was, and we took turns at night to tend the baby, a process which left both of us droopy-eyed in the morning, yet strangely satisfied that we were doing things together. It was a period of completeness, and it was heartwarming to see how the babe managed to twist her father around her little finger.



Of course, there were moments of extreme alarm, like the time we were having lunch and our boisterous Labrador came tearing into the dining room, barking for all he was worth. “Bozo, pipe down! What’s wrong?” had no effect on him as he kept tearing in and out of the room. When we rushed in to investigate, we were horrified to find the little one on the floor, having fallen off the bed.

That did dampen our enthusiasm a trifle, but God was in His heaven and luckily, she was not hurt. Later in life, she broke a number of bones, including her collarbone and a couple of ribs, had a knee that slid in and out with ease, and many other trysts with pain, but she proved to be a tough little cookie through it all.

As she grew, I experimented with her diet, tasting various mixtures, some of which were tasteless, others which I was tempted to gobble down myself. Today, looking back at the number of moms who incessantly complained that their babies were picky eaters, I think we were just lucky. Our little one was quite the foodie.

I still remember how I would sing to her and talk to her the entire time I was bathing her. Maybe, that was the reason why she began to talk early enough, and there was none of the baby prattle and mushy language that was enough to turn our stomachs. As Peggy O’ Mara once said, “The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.”



Another beautiful quote that resonated in my heart was by Craig D. Lounsbrough. "Whether you've ever considered it or not, you're an author. And the stories that you write are penned across the hearts of your children. Therefore, be careful with the pen because you're writing on some very precious paper."

My husband being an Army officer, we had wheels under our feet. Two years in one house, and there we would start feeling the urge to move. The little one loved to meet new people, see new places and enjoy all the wonderful phases that the Army led us through.

School was a whole new kettle of fish. Our little Missy gave her first speech at the tender age of four when she was in the Nursery and had to say five lines about Chacha Nehru on Children’s Day. From then on, till the time she was in the twelfth standard, she enjoyed participating in elocution and declamation contests where she held her own with ease.

Another trait of hers that warmed the cockles of our hearts was that she got along with just everyone – child and adult – and won accolades for being a well behaved young child. 
However, we were relieved to see that she did have her moments of mischief which reassured us, for we had no intention of bringing up a prim and proper little lady who did not have a backbone of her own. That backbone of hers is legendary, thank God...




Life has had its moments, its ups and downs, times when money was scarce and pockets were empty. However, we took those times in our stride as a family, and smiled and cried through them, surviving the worst, and laughing at the rainbows that appeared after every storm.




 That is when I realized that we had never judged ourselves on how good we were as parents. There was no index against which we marked our degrees of excellence as nurturers. Were we good parents? I had no idea. Were we happy parents? We certainly were.




 These are rhetorical questions at the moment. It would be presumptuous of us to preen and pat ourselves on the back. Which reminds me of a quote that always makes me smile.



However, when we look at our daughter, who is herself a mom today to an exuberant two-year-old, we both smile with immense pride, as we see her walking in our footsteps. She and her husband are hands-on parents too, choc-a bloc-with good common sense. The only difference is that while we depended on Mother Nature and our instincts to bring up our daughter, she is a well-read mom who seems to know everything about everything as far as her little one goes.

“The old order changeth giving place to new...,” as Tennyson so poignantly put it.  Today, when we look at the little world that encompasses us, populated by the people we love, and the changes that have come our way, all we can do is lift up our hearts in gratitude and say, “We may be good or not, but yes, we are happy.”





Monday, April 30, 2018

Zeal - Virtue or Folly?





One of the first quotes I knew by heart was the one by Emerson which went, "Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm." Was it for an essay or an article, I do not remember. This post almost wrote itself, as I substituted the word 'enthusiasm' for the world 'zeal', this being the last post in the A to Z Challenge.


It is as I grew up further that I heard the phrase "where angels fear to tread", which meant that while it was wonderful to be enthusiastic, it was folly to take that one step further and turn into an over-eager beaver, akin to a busybody.






"Never let your zeal outrun your charity. The former is but human, the latter is divine."
Hosea Ballou

Thus, while being zealous is a virtue, there are occasions when one needs to keep it in check, lest it turn into fanaticism.



Youth Has No Age





The above quote resonates in my heart. "Youth has no age." The words ring so true, echoing the other axiom that you are as old as you feel.

"Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who sees the ability to see beauty never grows old."
Franz Kafka





Youth is also the time when one can take chances, run risks and do everything that one ever desired to do.

"Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other to try the manners of other nations; to hear the chimes at midnight; to see the sunrise in town and country; to be converted at a revival; to circumnavigate the metaphysics, write halting verses, run a mile to see a fire, and wait all day in the theatre to applaud Hernani."
Robert Louis Stevenson



"Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth."
Natalie Clifford Barney

There is no need to fear the phenomenon of growing old, according to the American poet, Walt Whitman.

"Youth, large, lusty, loving - Youth full of force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?"
Walt Whitman




The concept of youth is often amusingly put across by famous writers.



So, keep smiling, and stay young!


Sunday, April 29, 2018

Xenophobia




What exactly is Xenophobia?



As the world gets to be a smaller place, connected as we all are through the Internet and social media, there seems to be a rise in the phenomenon of xenophobia, a fear or hatred of foreigners, or people who are different from us, culturally and otherwise. This has led to feelings of mistrust, hatred and discrimination leading to violence and warfare in many parts of the world.



It takes only a weapon and a heart filled with hatred for a man to exhibit symptoms of xenophobia.



In fact, xenophobia is most rampant against the weak, because they cannot stand up against it, maybe due to lack of strength or economic resources.




Racism and xenophobia spawned slavery, a practice which tacitly approved of human beings being subservient to races that considered themselves superior and more powerful.


The venerable Desmond Tutu offered a solution when he spoke of every person doing his bit of good for it is all those pieces of good put together that overwhelm the world. Nelson Mandela built up on that when he suggested that if people can learn to hate, they can also be taught to love.



If only the whole world could come together in love and happiness, it would be a much better place to live in. It is for our politicians, our statesmen, our educationists and for each one of us to turn into citizens of the world and bring down all the barriers of racism and xenophobia that divide us.




Saturday, April 28, 2018



"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely in the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty."
Maya Angelou 





Maya Angelou is one of the most famous poets and writers of the present century. Her body of work is prolific - seven autobiographies, three books of essays, many volumes of poetry and also lists of movies, TV series and plays.



She is quoted by millions, and her quotes bring hope and good cheer, along with a sense of confidence and determination to all those who make a friend of her.

"Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous or honest."
Maya Angelou

Her most famous works include poems like 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings', 'Phenomenal Woman' and 'Still I Rise'.

She is considered one of the foremost African- American creative voices of the century.

Her sense of humour comes out in the poem "When I Think About Myself''.

When I think about myself, 
I almost laugh myself to death, 
My life has been one great big joke, 
A dance that's walked 
A song that's spoke, 
I laugh so hard I almost choke 
When I think about myself.


Sixty years in these folks' world 
The child I works for calls me girl 
I say 'Yes ma'am' for working's sake. 
Too proud to bend 
Too poor to break, 
I laugh until my stomach ache, 
When I think about myself.



My folks can make me split my side, 
I laughed so hard I nearly died, 
The tales they tell, sound just like lying, 
They grow the fruit, 
But eat the rind, 
I laugh until I start to crying, 
When I think about my folks. 

Lolita by Rubina Ramesh

In the words of the talented Rubina Ramesh herself, " This story has been with me for a long time. I think from my school days i...