Question of the day

What is the best thing you achknowleged after starting your own blog?


Lost in the ocean..

She is never lost, 
Always guided by her own shadow, guided by reflection of her past.

But she is always lost wandering in the ocean of her own thoughts from her past which she cannot escape…


A place where you are considered as invisible..
You talk ,you shout, but you are heard by none..
You argue but nobody pays any attention..
Suddenly you find yourself nowhere..
A state of invisibility…

The Golden Rays

She always faces the sun, 

The freshness which lies in the golden rays of the sun, the powerful thoughts, the positive vibes, nothing can be more brighter.

Every new day is another day and what we ought to find is the happiness in little things which is only visible under the bright light…


You see countless paths in front,
And now you know is the time for real adventure.
All the lines lead you to infinity; or will they?
We are rarely spared from illusions….

The Hour not Known

When events seem to have no turning,

when you feel miracle could have worked; amidst all the impossibilities.

The working mind, working hands move with all your concern,

yet you find the new differences which is not known.

The frozen hours and the melting time, and it couldn’t be done..

The shiny dime


The lustrous sand,
With all the bright colours;
Or is it just the shiny dime?
The yellow light above it, making its way through the small pores;
And it keeps glowing until the light goes off behind…



Alongside the huge lighted church,

was a row of houses.

At the street

it was half past 8′.

The place was unknown, the street was unknown,

everywhere was silence,

only silence…

Roaming around the street,

all alone by the sea..

A cool breeze from the sea was blowing,

refreshing my mind before the great sleep.

As I walked ahead,

suddenly a tune of sensation touched my ear,

a spark of light flashed my eye

as if the bells of the church were singing,

as if a smile has crept in my heart…

The noisy world went,

and a heaven of love and affection

was laid out before me…

I took my step in the direction

to join hands with the tune of sensation.

Is sensation a power or a magical beauty?

Peeping in her eyes,

I felt her gentle feeling towards this kind nature,

that remained always dark for her..

The strings of violin vibrates still in my heart today..

I will always carry her-

the unknown street, the unknown place,

with me forever.

The sensational music is still continuing

in my mind and in my dreams…

Room for my World

Can a room provide a boundary to my thoughts,

to my endless imagination?

Living a virtual world with no real imagination,

lifeless thoughts which can only exist in dreams..

Picturing the past and the future,

with thoughts to change, with thoughts to make.

Climbing an imaginary cloud,

with a hope to see the world..

Can a room provide a boundary to my thoughts,

to my endless imagination?

Beneath the white clouds with silver linings,

beneath the blue sky,

lies a world full of colours, full of life.

Finding happiness in this simple things,

finding peace in these beautiful colours,

nothing can but stop me from escaping to my serene thoughts.

Time pacing fast,

and I find myself in the midst of all these beautiful but lifeless things.

I fear these boundless imagination of mine,

of the virtual world I see.

Can a room provide a boundary to my thoughts,

to my endless imagination?

Book Review:1984


Book: 1984

Author: George Orwell

Published in the year:1949

About the book:

Winston Smith is a low-rung member of the party, the ruling government of Oceaina. He works in the Ministry of Truth, the Party’s propaganda arm, where he is in charge of revising history. He is but a small brick in the pyramid that is the Party, at the head of which stands Big Brother. Big Brother the infallible. Big Brother the all-powerful.

In a totalitarian society, where individuality is suppressed and freedom of thought has its antithesis in the Thought Police, Winston finds respite in the company of Julia. Originality of thought awakens, love blossoms and hope is rekindled. But what they don’t know is that Big Brother is always watching.

As literary political fiction and dystopian science-fiction, Nineteen Eighty-Four is a classic novel in content, plot, and style. Nineteen Eighty-Four popularised the adjective Orwellian, which describes official deception, secret surveillance, and manipulation of recorded history by a totalitarian or authoritarian state. Many of its terms and concepts, such as Big Brother, doublethink, thoughtcrime, Newspeak, Room 101, telescreen, 2 + 2 = 5, and memory hole, have entered into common use since its publication in 1949.

My Review of the book:

A very influential novel. The writer’s amazing thoughts and incredibly expressed situations make this book a great one. One would definitely be deeply engaged with this book while reading it. The environment which this book creates is worth mentioning. A sense of fear, a sense of suppression, a sense of distress. A book one must read. I would rate this book 5/5. This is one of the best books I have read till now.

About The Author:

Eric Arthur Blair (25 June 1903 – 21 January 1950), better known by his pen name George Orwell, was an English novelist, essayist, journalist, and critic. His work is marked by lucid prose, awareness of social injustice, opposition to totalitarianism and outspoken support of democratic socialism. Orwell was born in Bengal and educated in England. In 1922, he joined the Imperial Police in Burma( now Myanmar), serving for five years before his mounting dislike of imperialism induced him to resign.His first book, Down and Out in Paris and London(1933) described his early experiences. Animal Farm(1945) and Nineteen Eighty-four(1949) remain his most popular works.