Trials and Tribulations by Fire

The story begins with a high octane conversation between two corporate biggies: Vijay Banga, President of Mastercard International and Joseph Saunders, the CEO of Visa International. A surprise visit sets the tone for the story. The reader is promised a thrilling ride by the master of banking thrillers: Ravi Subramanian.  Then Wikileaks happens and bitcoins are the new rage. People are using the virtual currency everywhere: to pay for drug deals, to transact in underworld terror plans. Suddenly, there is an onslaught of virtual terorrism spilling over into the streets.    In the midst of all this drama, Aditya Rao (remember??) makes an entry. He runs a gaming company and along with his friend, is a very satiated businessman. He has a few skeletons to hide and is a mentor to Swamy, a brilliant but frustrated banker friend. A lot of backstabbing, betrayals, undercurrents, and a terror plot defines "God is a Gamer".   The story moves forward very quickly with the en

This post is written to #CelebrateBlogging, organized and moderated by Blogadda. You have entered ‘A Game Of Blogs’ ... Team name: Story6d Chapter 11 - Aryan's Magic Read the previous part of the story here . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 11 | Aryan's Magic 24 Carat Apartments  When Jennifer stepped down from the taxi near Tara’s apartment complex, she was unsure of her next step.  On an impulse, she had grabbed her bag and strode out of the office. But now, standing in front of the apartment, she was feeling foolish. What would she do, go up to Aryan’s flat, ring the doorbell and ask, ‘Dude, what is your relationship with Tara?’ Even the thought made her feel silly. She had to think about her next step. She was still trying to understand why Tara had chosen her to do this detective work on Cyrus. Shrugging her slim shoulders, Jennifer made her way to find Aryan’s flat number. The w

Game of Blogs -  Team Story6d: A Night to Remember... Chapter 05: Dream Chaser |  Posted By: Nithya Kalyani  Click here to read the Fourth chapter of this story on my team member Sneh Chandel’s blog __________________________________________________________________ 24 Carat Apartments, 10th floor penthouse, Bandra Shekhar slumped on his bed and closed his eyes. His eyes were burning, his heart threatened to implode in his rib cage. Slowly, he lay down and stretched himself out. Was it all true? Could Tara actually have a condition like that?    Shekhar tightly shut his eyes. He tried to sleep. He had to sleep. Sleep eluded him. She was luring him but shied away when he attempted to slip into the state of bliss. Instead, he was forced to keep his eyes and mind open and go through the mental torture. Maybe it was the alcohol, Shekhar mused. Maybe Cyrus had said something else, and Shekhar had misunderstood him. He turned to ease the strain in his bad leg.

Blurb :  In Mumbai seemingly unconnected people are dying, strangled in a chilling ritual and with strange objects carefully arranged with the corpses. For Santosh Wagh, head of Private India, the Mumbai branch of the world’s finest investigation agency, it's a race against time to stop the killer striking again.  In a city of over thirteen million, he has his work cut out at the best of times but this case has him battling Mumbai's biggest ganglord and a godman who isn't all he seems.  And then he discovers there may be an even greater danger facing Private India. Hidden in the shadows is someone who could destroy the whole organization along with thousands of innocent Mumbai citizens. My Review :  Private India, starts with a bang. Literally.  Mumbai is rocked by deadly blasts. A beautiful doctor is found dead with a yellow scarf around her neck. A don, Munna, is involved in shady deals. A serial killer is on the loose, killing women by strangling them an

I have always been a straight talker, don't mince words much, have little or no patience for fools. I pride myself at being able to hold onto this aspect despite opposition from the world.  In this space, often, I have vented out many different feelings and let out several layers of emotions to virtual strangers and some friends. Sometimes, it so happens that my words are misconstrued.  Who I am, what I choose to write in my blog, on my FB Wall, etc are my personal views. I have given nobody the right to judge me, my values, or my relationships based on what I show to others.  I am slightly distracted by an  incident. I think, I may have sent a wrong message to a person. As an Indian woman, when I write about sex, sexual feelings, etc, I do so with an open mind and in the knowledge that the reader is free to misinterpret the meaning. I give a damn. The trouble arises when a person with a closed mind comes over for a chat and tries to get cozy (and into my pants) assuming

Went to watch Boiled Beans on Toast with a lot of anticipation. I have a deep sense of awe for the gorgeous and immensely talented Ms. Dubey and great respect for our land's finest playright, Mr.Karnad; and a play with great theatre artists prompted me to watch this 105 minute-long play.  The play is a brilliant portrayal of the lives of 21 characters intertwined with each other in some way or the other and delves upon several other subtle as well as prominent issues such as urban migration, concerns about environmental damage, intense consumeristic attitudes, and a general apathy towards the have-nots. Every single actor gave a mind numbing and riveting performance. Joy Sengupta was a joy to watch. As different the characters are from each other like boiled beans and the very English toast, the end product, boiled beans on toast is a yummy delight. So, is the play, a fine amalgamation of fine minds and brilliant performances. What a stupendous act!    Update : This r

There have been days when I dream some really strange dreams. I am a person who dreams like people see a film or a series. I even remember what I dreamt the next morning.  So, this post is about some wild animals who have been frequenting my dreams of late, I thought I should write it down somewhere so that I don't forget. Also, I could chronicle my thoughts and refer back here when I have seen some significant incidents in my life.  So, coming to the point, last night, 18th August, I saw a dream. In my dreams, some days I see tigers or lions, sitting and idling, some walking, some looking at me, some trying to get into my house. Anyway, so this time, it was elephants. I saw elephants, a few herds, crossing the road, then one started running behind me. I wasn't scared, just inconvenienced, sounds weird, doesn't it. There were elephants everywhere, grey, huge, big ones, with shiny grey skin. They all had benevolent eyes none trying to scare me. I had a small girl with m

Just finished reading the book, Ramayana, by Shubha Vilas. Let me write a bit about the author before I write something about the book and the contents.  Shubha Vilas, a spiritual seeker and a motivational speaker, holds a degree in engineering and law with specialization in Patent Law. His leadership seminars are popular with top-level management in corporate houses. He also helps individuals deal with modern-life situations by applying the teachings of the Bhagavad Gita, Ramayana and other dharmic traditions.  Shubha Vilas began his career with the Tata Group and later joined the international law firm in Bangalore which he quit to serve the society at large by taking charge of a publishing house Tulsi Books which has published over 10 books under his leadership. When I got the book, I was quite impressed by the cover design. Turning the pages, I slowly read each and every word, including, yes the information about the publisher. I do that with every book. It is like en

Love Jihad is a serious crime against Hindus and it is a real serious threat. People who claim to be secularists often do not understand or rather in their urge to remain 'politically correct' tend to verbally abuse such methods by Hindu fundamentalist groups. Have you ever seen a Muslim girl converting to Hinduism if she wishes to marry a Hindu boy? Even if it is a Hindu boy, for a Muslim-Hindu wedding to happen, the Hindu only must convert, which is wrong. Why should we leave our religion and traditions just because a unilateral non-secular religion wishes to suppress us? This is not being secular, this is being silly and stupid, we, Hindus are not as united as we should be to protect our religious fiber. On the contrary, if you look at say a Christian community, the members tend to obsessively guard their way of life, their sacred texts, etc. Yes, there are transgressors, but few. Do Muslim love jihadis target Christian women? No, they don't, according to their dikta

Feel rusted and old.  After so many years of using a smartphone, when I realized my data card did not support roaming, I decided to find some other method. I checked with someone who coolly said, oh, I just tether. Whoa! Yeah, I should have thought of this, shouldnt I?  Getting old.  So, I just googled and found out the right way to do this. And there, I saw the connection go blink blink and voila, I was connected. I cant express the relief I felt when I opened Google using my phone as a Wi Fi router.  Awesome, isn't it, technology makes you wonder, can man ever go back to living in the jungle?  I did this with my Sony Xperia. Here are steps to Tether with a USB cord . Once you are tethered, you can actually remove the USB cord and the connection will still be on.