The Few Creators : Creating Creators

BLURB: As a child living in his family's apple orchard, Ahmad Torkash-Vand treasures his great-great-great-great grandfather's every mesmerizing word. On the day of his father's death, Ahmad listens closely as the seemingly immortal elder tells him the tale of a centuries-old family curse . . . and the boy's own fated role in the story. Ahmad grows up to suspect that something must be interfering with his family, as he struggles to hold them together through decades of famine, loss, and political turmoil in Iran. As the world transforms around him, each turn of Ahmad's life is a surprise: from street brawler, to father of two unusually gifted daughters; from radical poet, to politician with a target on his back. These lives, and the many unforgettable stories alongside his, converge and catch fire at the center of the Revolution. Exploring the brutality of history while conjuring the astonishment of magical realism, The Immortals of Tehran is a novel about the incan

BLURB:  One summer morning, twelve-year-old Edward Adler, his beloved older brother, his parents, and 183 other passengers board a flight in Newark headed for Los Angeles. Among them is a Wall Street wunderkind, a young woman coming to terms with an unexpected pregnancy, an injured vet returning from Afghanistan, a septuagenarian business tycoon, and a free-spirited woman running away from her controlling husband. And then, tragically, the plane crashes. Edward is the sole survivor. Edward's story captures the attention of the nation, but he struggles to find a place for himself in a world without his family. He continues to feel that a piece of him has been left in the sky, forever tied to the plane and all of his fellow passengers. But then he makes an unexpected discovery--one that will lead him to the answers of some of life's most profound questions: When you've lost everything, how do find yourself? How do you discover your purpose? What does it mean not just to survi

Thoughts On The Book R.J. Palacio in her book 'Wonder' has beautifully encaptured  the problems that a specially abled or simply put a disabled person, has to undergo and suffer. She also talks about how a person has to tolerate bullying in school and his feelings: she also discusses about the life of pets and the way inhumane humans mistreat them. Pets as she says is more than just an animal. All this thought provoking instances are talked about in one book. This book has really touched my heart because not only has the author discussed about such problems in our society but he has essentially engraved into our soul a different perspective of life. She tells us about the many ways in which a person can overcome such a situation and how a disability doesn't necessarily mean that everything is over. Storyline The whole story revolves around the life of a little boy named August Pullman who was inflicted with Mandibulofacial dystosis from birth. Also commonly

On The Book It's a book on the Hindu mythological tales of India. He tells us about the Vedas, the Purans and the untold and forgotten stories of our Gods and Goddesses. Originally the author Devdutt Pattanaik was interviewed by the Epic Channel (A channel in India), where he discusses about Hindu Mythology. It's a informative book which is like the oversimplified version of the Vedas and the Puranas. The book neveer feels superfluous or boring at all. Chapters This book review is a lot different than all my other reviews as this book is not a novel or a story. It's a series of interviews discussing folk tales. He tells that he calls The Vedas and The Puranas mythological scriptures because he says that the word mythology is wrongly comprehended. Mythology according to him is a belief present in a certain group of people which cannot be disproven or is better not tried to be meddled with. He tell us how seas and oceans were formed, how the Vindyas came to be

On Poverty and Racism They say it ain't good When you show your cunning self But when you have to beg for food Being honest is of little help. Sit in the heat, sit in the rain; Is it the best way, you use your brain. But you know what? The rich don't care, About the miseries the poor share. Oh! Please don't spit there Thats where I sleep dear: And don't you piss there My food is in there! Yeah you heard it right But you still will fight, With the people and the government, Everytime they have us money, lent. For the rich get richer,  And the poor - poorer: Very few things in this world Are more truer, Than this clichéd phrase. You see, we live in such a country When dogs are prayed but men slayed, On the basis of their so-called caste How long do you think can such a rule last? And the black men, kicked out and murdered Just because God had them coloured. And yet they say we live in an uto

Feelings I didn't want to do it Or maybe I did, It all started when I said that your post was lit, And you commented that you were deeply grieved. You said you were left to die Under the unforgiving sky, With no one to see you cry And if let alone you would try ----- To leave this world and fly. To fly far, far away from the wide-wide sky But it was just another big lie. I believed in you, tried to console you, I said, "All will be well, a good life awaits you." But you acted well and kept on bluffing Saying the same four lines to Joe, Bill, John and Irving That you were left to die Under the unforgiving sky, With no one to see you cry And if you could you would try ----- To leave this world and fly. But playing us was your aim, Nothing more, nothing less, and you did nicely frame ------' That you suffered, while others betrayed: But never did you think what had you portrayed When with the five of us you pla

Oh life! Why always do you take such a sharp turn? It cuts me deep, I bleed and still I have to run. Dying with pain, physical or mental, do you think it's fun? I did the enduring till you're done. I lock myself up in a room, crouched in one corner I stay, Like a prey running away from his predator, I pray that all will be well, afraid of the future that lay, I think of life as a bad mentor. "Try to rise up and calm down, it's gonna be fine", they say. "Is it that easy? My successes and failures gone with the wind so easily, how do I not freak out and say----- Life's over and so is my hope, leave me alone and let me cry?" "It's useless for me to stand up and try", I sigh. And to you, to you and you alone, Are you happy now? With me not bothered and gone Blessed I am I realise to live with a life Than to live with a selfless life filled with strife. Countless emotions mixed with will, I control mys