Category Archives: Books

Getting out of my comfort zone

I am very bothered by this book by Robin Sharma. It is irritating the fuck out of me! This blogpost is an attempt to vent out. I hate every word of the book, but still I am painfully trying to read the crap Mr. Robin Sharma has written. The reason why I hate the book 5am Club is the following It is a terrible cliche and badly written peice of shit. It is forcing me out of my comfort zone.

Review of Cobalt Blue by Sachin Kundalkar translated by Jerry Pinto

This is the first gay love story I have read. This translation of the Marathi book by Sachin Kundalkar by Jerry Pinto was highly recommended by one of the book clubs I had been too. I was curious how a Marathi author would be talking about a taboo subject like gay love. I tried to write about gay love, but I just froze. I couldn’t write, it was block. Sorry about the digression. Cobalt Blue is one of the most

Lonely City, Why Loiter, Can’t get you out of my mind.

Music I can’t get her out of my mind is a wonderful song. There are some people, you can’t get out of your mind. I wish there was a book which would help one remove people out of your mind. The thing according to Ayn Rand is that we fall in love with people is because of their virtue. This means we fall in love with the person who is perfect, until the bubble bursts. Meditate on this line – Your

What if you lost everyone you loved next minute

This week I finished two books, and they were amazing reads. One of them was Wave: A Memoir of Life After the Tsunami by Sonali Deraniyagala. Sonali was the only survivor from her family when she was travelling on vacation to her home back in Srilanka. She lost her husband and her two boys along with her old parents in the Tsunami of December 2004. The book is a quick read at just 274 pages and is gives you an

Is Reading a good thing?

This Question is a no brainer, everyone believes that reading is good; it makes you knowledgeable and erudite; it makes you a respectable bourgeois gentleman, it is what separates you from the lower ignorant class. But does it make you happy? Is it good for your relationships? One of my dad’s friend was a prolific reader, the amount of books he had to give away, to make space for more books (though he used to live in a 3BHK) was