The Happiest man on Earth?


Antony Fartey was ten when he first felt as he was feeling now. His face was pale and he was sweating as though his body was nothing but a shower. His light blue shirt had sweat marks at armpit, at shoulder and at collarbone. The air conditioned atmosphere of his cosy cabin had no effect on him. He looked restless and troubled. He loosened the tie and closed the lid of his laptop. He went back on his chair and tried to relax. He closed his eyes and wished this would get over, very soon.

No, he was in no state to bear it. He stood up and walked two rounds in his office. He opened the gate of his cabin and went towards the washroom, two cabins away. He was about to enter there when a guard stopped him. ‘Sir, there’s some plumbing work going on, No one can use the washroom today.’

Antony cursed the man whose face he saw when he woke up in morning. That was a threatening situation for him. He called his secretary and asked her to cancel all his today’s appointments. He started to run in the corridor, slipped twice and dashed two persons in his way and did not even care to apologise. Entire office looked at him in disbelief. He had realised that he had a very little time left. He took the elevator, entered in and pressed minus-one button. Elevator accelerated down quickly, became steady then decelerated till it stopped at parking. Antony could feel every single movement happening to and in his body. He reached to his car and entered in there, took some deep breathes and pushed the accelerator hard enough that tyres made two skid marks on pavement. On his way he jumped four red lights and almost killed a man and his wife who were crossing the road.

After some fifteen minutes of reckless driving when he reached his apartment, his legs were trembling. They were weak and strained.  He opened the gate. His dog jumped on him and licked his hand. His wife looked worried when she saw him in that condition. Antony pushed both of them and went straight to the washroom.

Ten minutes later when he came out, his wife had swathed her face with a thick cloth and was spraying room freshener at everywhere. His dog was barking like an animal that just had gone crazy. The entire apartment was filled with obnoxious smell of human excreta. And amid all of this, Antony Fartey was standing at the washroom gate, his hand on his stomach, a heartfelt smile on his lips. Antony Fartey was perhaps the happiest man on the earth.


Cheer Up! The worst is yet to come… by Ila Garg

Title : Cheer up! The worst is yet to come…
Author : Ila Garg
Pages : 190
Genre : Fiction
Publisher : Gargi Publishers


Cover : 3/5
Theme : 2.5/5
Characters : 3/5
Writing Style : 3.5/5
Narration : 3.5/5
Overall : 3/5


Ishani had everything in her life of which she could demand from god. She was young, pretty and multi-talented. She was kind of a girl who was like a magnet to others, everyone felt her attraction. The only thing which always went wrong with her was ‘Relationship’. She built strong bonds in her life with the kind of people who knew nothing about this term. She lost her trust umpteen times in her life and that took away her best asset of hers from her life, her ‘Smile’. Cheer Up! is about Ishani’s life’s ups and downs and how she got devastated and then rebuilt herself to get destroyed again by others.


The first look at the Title and book cover gives you the hint of the story and when you turn the book to read the blurb you gets clear on your pre-assumption. The book cover is designed by Amol Karambe and I must say that he is a fabulous designer but this one is not from one of his ‘best’ list.

The story starts up with Ishani narrating her own story to someone. It is then taken in a flashback and then starts the series of characters description. Ila took pretty long time to describe and build characters for her story to start.

Ila is pretty good with evoking your emotions for the characters you are reading. She did excellent job in taking over your heart for her protagonist Ishani. She used pretty strong language for Ishani and that’s what I liked about her writing style. Ila kept the flow of story constant throughout the book. She seldom gave insight of a girl’s mind regarding relationship which could be a bit informative for all the male readers who wonders about this concept. *winks*

Another feature about the book was Ishani’s poetry. Ila is pretty good with words and that shows in her poetic hand.


Cheer up! is purely an emotional ride for the reader. Positives for the book is the writer’s writing style but the story lacks in between. Overall I would like to say that the book deserves to be read and cherished for at least once.


MOVE ON !!!!

I was sitting in that beautiful five star hotel where all the rich people of the town have their dinner with almost dead silence.
I too was busy in having a look at menu when my eyes fell on her. She was having a little fight with her boyfriend.
“I have told you so many times to wear lenses and avoid these grandma type specs for God sake.”
Her boyfriend shouted on her. She felt low, embarrassed and sad at the same moment and remove the specs.
I instantly wrote a note on a napkin and delivered it to her through waiter. She read it and smiled.
“Don’t change yourself for anyone. Don’t try to be his Ms Perfect because love in the name of accepting not altering.”
She took her specs and left to find her Mr. Perfect waiting for her somewhere in the world.



Title : Sudhi Kannan: An Elephantic Adventure
Author : Krishna
Pages : 292
Genre : Fiction
Publisher : Blackbuck Publication


Cover : 3.5/5
Blurb : 4/5
Theme : 3.5/5
Story : 3/5
Dialogues : 3.5/5
Overall : 3.5/5


The office work got hectic for Kannan and school was getting problematic. They both needed a day out to enjoy life as father and son only so they decided to bunk from their normal life.

On the other hand terrorist team is forwarding toward the mumbai coast. They are being leaded by a man called Boss who has the power of hypnotising anyone coming on his way.

Terrorists, Sudhi and Kannan, all have a same destination where a whole new adventure is waiting to be revealed in front of them, and the place is Elephanta Caves.

Boss is unstoppable, his plan is full proof but, he didn’t expect that a little notorious kid will ruin everything he had prepared.


  • The plot.
  • Comic expressions.
  • Sudhi’s notorious activities. Example: His encounter with his Maths teacher.
  • Chemistry between Pooja and Sudhi.
  • Twist and turns.
  • Kannan as a dad.
  • Comic writing style.
  • Blurb.


  • The Shijon centered story running in the school when Sudhi was having fun at island. They were just increasing the length of the book unnecessarily.
  • End was boring and predictable.
  • After intermission, story losses its pace.
  • End remained unexplained. Story ends in a hurry.


I read the blurb and almost fell in love with the concept. that was great and had so much of scope. When i started reading the book i really got impressed by the author. he is innovative with his ideas and writing style as well.
Talking about character Sudhi, he is notorius and lovable too. Sudhi and his father Kannan looked great as a duo.
All the chapters before elephanta caves were awesome and in turn raised the expectation bars for me too. Then came the terrorists group in the story and their journey till the caves. That also was interesting and sometimes hilarious too.
I was almost glued with the book till the intermission and unfortunately after the intermission story totally fells apart. Everything seemed predictable and boring.
I was expecting a lot in the end but the book finish up with many strings yet to be connected. I felt disappointed with Sudhi’s character in the end. I wanted something hilarious to happen in the end but nothing really happened.
In the end I would like to say that overall the story is good and worth your money. It is hilarious to read.


The Silent Shriek…

There was this sudden creak of the door. I thought I was dreaming, but then I felt my phone buzzing. Just then, I realized, it wasn’t a dream. I picked up my phone to check the time. There were one hundred and seventeen messages from just two conversations. Just when I was about to check who it was to disturb me so late at night, the door creaked again. I looked up to see nobody. There was nothing but the walls. I stood up, walked up to the washroom door, stood there for sometime, wondering what to do next. I don’t remember for how long I stood there, but I’m certain that it was not a short span of time. My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim, but I somehow managed to switch on the washroom lights, went inside, opened the hot water tap ans washed my face. I felt relaxed. It had been a tiresome night. I looked at myself, my swollen eyes. I smiled at the mirror, switched off the lights, shut the door and went to bed. Checking my phone, I noticed something odd. I looked to the wall that stood to my right, saw nothing. Maybe I was just hallucinating. Shut my eyes, I went to sleep. It hadn’t even been a couple of seconds , when I opened my eyes wide again. Looked again to the wall that was to my right, and what I saw, sent chills to my bones. My favorite ‘Pink Floyd’ poster was missing! I was scared to death. Not because I heard that creak again (though I had locked the door earlier), not because my poster was missing, but because that wall was now three quarters of an inch ahead of where it was before. I locked my eyes upon it, and just when I realized what really was happening, my heart refused to beat!
I didn’t know what to do or how to react; I went numb! However much I wanted to move and run out of the room, my muscles refused to work. They were jammed. Somehow I gathered courage and tried to move. It was as if I was paralyzed. But I gave my mind all the reasons to instruct my muscles and bones to start working. And right then, I felt a sudden rush of blood to my face. My face turned red from pale. I rushed to take all my blades, needles and sharp tools, and while reaching for the door, got hit by something very hard. I fell down. There was blood coming out from the middle finger of my left foot, I could not help but cry. I stood up with determination, and very carefully reached for the door.  By now, all the walls were about nine inches ahead of where they were before. I tried to unlock the door, and caught the door handle. The door did not open. I pushed it hard, it did not move. I was locked inside….
 The walls were closing in. I could hear them laughing, laughing at me, mocking me. Apart from the walls, there was just visible darkness and nothing else. And right then, the window caught my eye. I reached out for it. Not surprisingly, it was locked too. But I was not going to give up this easily. I let the walls laugh. My room was now thirty by fifty inches wide. I punched hard in the glass, it broke and I could finally smell fresh air, the beautiful fragrance of the soil outside. I jumped through the window and felt free! I was hit, but sat down on the road itself and tried to reach out for my left foot to see how deep the wound was, and right then, I woke up!
 I was in my bed, with my friend fast asleep, beside me. I felt my facial muscles relaxing, It was a terrifying dream. I felt so loose and weightless. I wiped my face, which was sweating, walked up to the washroom door and washed my hands, feet and finally, face. I came out of the washroom, took my iPod and earphones and just went out in the balcony. It was somewhere around 0300 hours in the morning.
It was so beautiful out there, silent, quiet, peaceful, and most important, it was dark! There was something in the air that was hypnotizing me. It was making me lose myself. It seemed as if my soul and my body had departed. I felt so light, like I could float in the air, like I was in paradise…. I was comfortably numb and it felt great. The time had stopped. There were absolutely no thoughts in my head. I could hear the air. It went past me, whispering something really strange, in my ear. I could feel the grass, the wet dew drops that tickled my feet. I was in Heaven… I closed my eyes and tried to move my wrist to reach out for the black rose that was just inches away from me. But I couldn’t move. I woke up, again!
 I was in the woods, running, yelling, shrieking at the top of my voice. Screaming so loud that my vocal cords hurt. I was not tired, I had enough energy to cover a mile more, sprinting. I started crying, crying hard, harder than ever. I bumped into a broken trunk of a maple tree, and fell down. I didn’t stand up again. I rather hugged the tree and then sat beside it, sobbing, quietly. There were marks on my body. Marks of blades, needles and scissors. I was carrying all of these things in my left hand. I spotted some red spots on the ground. I looked up to find nothing. I looked at my foot, it wasn’t bleeding. I looked at my wrist, it was fine too. Just then I caught a glance of my left palm. It was bleeding. There was a deep cut caused by the scissors. I didn’t bother to wash it or cover it, instead I took the very blade that had been there with me all these years, and made quick, outrageous cuts on my wrist. I was trying to let my frustration out. I was yelling, there were tears in my eyes. I kept going on. When I stopped, my whole hand was red. There was absolutely no sign of skin. I started to peel off my skin from my fingers. I ate that skin. I was doing good, and was feeling happy, when I felt a hand over my shoulder. My eyes followed the length of the hand, and then the body, finally reaching the face. It was my favorite friend. At that very moment, I realized that I was missing him. He sat beside me and wiped my tears away. We walked and sang together. It was so much fun. But then he started off with cleaning my wounds. I wasn’t really liking it. I didn’t want him to do that. But he she me up! It was in his eyes, how much he wanted me to give in this habit. I made a false promise to him because I knew that he would never understand how important it was to me to be suffering from physical pain. He was glad. I was glad he was happy. We started walking out of the woods, singing, talking and laughing. It was a beautiful day. It was drizzling too. We were having a really good time together.
   With time, I started disliking him, rather hating him. I was getting emotionally attached to him. I did not want that. I have always been a loner and would very much like it that way. Nobody is important to me and will never be. I am too scared of getting close to anybody. I don’t want to be hurt! I did not want him to come any closer to me. I could not let him in. and so, I left. I ran away from him. I could hear his voice, he was calling out my name, looking for me. But I kept running. And I ran far, far away. His voice now grew fainter. Tired, I sat down and surprisingly, fell asleep.
  I woke up, again! This time, in my room, with music and books. I was in my favorite sweatshirt and had a pen in my hand. I looked around to find a notepad in which I had written some six pages. And then it dawned on me that I had fallen asleep while writing. I smiled at myself, looked up at the ceiling, realizing that I was now in the real world….