Book Review: The Compass Box Killer

Publisher: Rupa
 • Published: 2013 
• ISBN-13: 9788129124272
 • Language: English
 •Binding: Paperback 
• Pages: 240

He is not your gentlemanly Murdoch or sassy  Lynley- he is a man with passion set whole hearted for work. He is inspector Virkar- the otherwise amchi mumbaite. The city that reeks of crime and that gives least introduction of the underworld the roams free in the streets. But the compass Box killer- is not connected with the Big Fishes of the crime world. The twist is not just in the name- the twist is about the mastermind that leaves behind such tantalizing and spine chilling notes written in blood.

The Boston Runners

 

When you burst crackers-
On our zeal-
We stand up-
Without legs
Stride on
With determination-

Raging storms
Bellowing battle cries
Our spirits don't die!
Slayers of peace!!

We live to race for victory
Singing slogans of Your Doom.

For those who suffered at The Boston Marathon Bombing 2013.

Remembering you..

Even today our love is young.
Strolling like couples
In the new Spring sun.

Been two years,
Still I whisper
The golden words
Each time I say your name.

Been two years,
Still I look for you
Among the dancing maidens.

Been two years
Still your perfume

Tantalizes my senses.

Been two years,
Since I was asked,
To stop counting
The merry springs,
The joyous summers,
The exotic monsoon
And
The cozy winters
I shared with you.

Its hard to count
The many Times
I lost myself in your love

Its hard to live
without you
by my side.

(in Honour of a colonel- who is so in love with his  late wife. )

take a breather- join me

Alright! we all know the weekends are coming our way--some of us would fret it behind closed doors, some would get drunk and party with friends, some would spend it with their loving family and others would watch the night sky and simply sigh on and on. The weekends would perhaps be no different for me from now on...thus--- guys and gals- (striking out the age bar)--inviting you to:

Steal some of these from the nosy shopkeeper round the corner:

hey boys! I know you all are digging your hands inside your pockets- but yes- lets give the hackneyed neighbour a piece of our prank:

for once lets walk in a line over the haunted house wall (dare me)!!

and let's go on a joy ride- wanna try Ramdas and company's Rickshaw-(hussh we can still trick him- he is snoring through his towel :)-

The day is done with listening to the lonely widow's fantastic tales of unknown places:

And when I sleep off without notice- remember to, smile and blow a kiss :)

(Sometime or the other- we all wish to be kids once again- to surge off troubles in life- you might like or you might not even wish to join me in this journey backwards in time- never mind--as long as you flash a sweet grin--I know I made you feel better)


I don't own any of the above images by the way- Keep safe viewers, comment-ors and smiling faces.

To Uncle Pai

To,

Uncle Pai,

Back then I was too small to even think you made those picture books for me...

But the block books of Amar Chitra Katha- I got to flip through during sultry summers- were your creation.

Thanks to the two brothers who thought it to be wise enough to hand me down their comic series, it kept me occupied.Their Mother had done an excellent job by binding the thin comic books together so that about forty to fifty books turned into on TOME. They were brilliant educative bricks indeed- for me at least and sad heavy bundles for my parents- who would have to carry them for me!

Thus a young mother could get busy at kitchen well her tiny tot could take all the advantage of the pillows and the cushions and sprawl out on the floor, create a kiddish castle for herself and flip through the fantastic picture. and I made great friends with Gandhi, Birbal, Tanali Raman, Buddha--whooosh---long list- folks I guess I have read up all of them :P

Sorry to say--um I was too small to read the dialogue bubbles back then.

Sorry again- I did tear off the edges of few of the pages absent minded.
Sorry once more- I slept over them-- with drools running down at free will.
Sorry yet again- I was selfish and never shared the block binds with visiting play mates at evening.
Okay- once more sorry--I drew crawling spiders all over the pages!!
and yet again- how I would thump my chest like he man and king kong in  primary class, fight with the boys telling them -"I read fat books do you! huh! you are n't even strong enough silly boys!"

Since you would never complain (How come?!)

I would even learn to practice figure drawing by tracing out my favorite character--with each pencil out line and squeezing fingers--thick black borders would soon appear--- ouch what a torture on the paper!!

Sad enough-- none of them survived the years...

Google doodle and the wanderer salutes you :) rest in peace...

regards,

wanderer

How do I look?

A little girl came and sat beside me. Her legs hardly touching the floor of the vehicle. While, I was busy cursing the traffic, I felt her fingers trying to draw my attention. I gave her a quick look and hurriedly asked," What?"

She politely said-"No, nothing Didi, just what to know, how I am looking in my new dress?"

I replied, after a quick glance-" Well, Pretty!"

She beamed and then said quietly- pushing her black shades over her little nose-" Thank you, I cant see- so asked." 

A Man's life :p

  THAT'S LIFE :)

The donkey answered:         God granted his wish and     God created the dog and said to him         The dog answered:         God granted his wish and     God created the monkey and said to him         The monkey answered:           God granted his wish and     God created the man and said to him         The Man responded         God granted his wish and        THAT’S LIFE

Chase holfeder-something real :)

i didn't want it when i had it,
so i took it and i threw it away
and i regret it every single day;
oh no, i've always wanted what i couldn't have
until you gave it all to me,
but now it's back to how it used to be;

you're makin it so hard to leave this place,
even though carolina is so far away;

don't believe em,
don't believe what they say;
you and i both know that's insane;
do you want me still?
cause i'm feeling like i'm starved
for something real;
so, i won't believe em,
won't believe what they say;
you and i both know it's insane
that i want you still,
but i'm feeling like i'm starved
for something real;

i didn't want it when i had it,
so i took it and i threw it away;
now believe me when i say...

yea, i'm starved for something real;
how does it feel to make me feel?
you ruin my already impaired
ability to prepare;
please don't consider this a flaw,
cause baby, i'm starved;

don't leave this place,
even if carolina is so far away;

since I am working on time in my other blog

The following is a excerpt from Shakespeare's "as you like it"--I would call it a pathetic love-fluffy play---me myself being far removed from love...at least thats what I have grown into...for those of you who don't know me this will be surprising, for those of you who claim to know me this is going to be double surprise, and those who are trying hard to know me this is going to be ten times a bolt from the blue sky...now I did rumble a lot, didn't I?

here is the part I want you to pay attention to: (Just in case you need a brief idea about this play click)


ORLANDO
Very well. What do you want?


ROSALIND
(as Ganymede) Please, what’s the hour?




ORLANDO
You should ask me what time of day it is, instead. There’s no clock here in the forest.




ROSALIND
Then there must be no lovers in the forest, either, because they’re as good as a clock, marking the lazy foot of time with a sigh every minute and a groan every hour.



ORLANDO
Why didn’t you say “the swift steps” of time instead of the “lazy foot”? Wouldn’t that have been just as appropriate?


ROSALIND
No, not at all, sir. Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.


ORLANDO
Okay, who does it trot for?


ROSALIND
Well, it trots for a young woman between the time she gets engaged and the time she marries: the time that’s passed may only be a week, but it always feels like seven years.


ORLANDO
Who does time amble for?


ROSALIND
For a priest who doesn’t know his Latin or a rich man who is free from the gout. The one sleeps easily because he isn’t up late studying and the other lives merrily because he’s free from pain. The first lacks the burden of intense, exhausting study, and the second is spared the burden of heavy, exhausting poverty. Time ambles for both men.


ORLANDO
Who does it gallop for?


ROSALIND
For a thief on his way to the gallows. Such a man walks as slowly as possible and, even so, gets there too soon.


ORLANDO
Who does it stand still for?


ROSALIND
For lawyers on vacation, because they sleep their holidays away, with no sense of how time moves.

homeless scholar

A world within
A world without..

There sits a dreamer
A warrior
A destitute

A withered look
A scholar otherwise...

Passer by, onlookers
Whisper to each other

"That's a man without a penny.."
"That's a vagabond smoking.."
"That's a homeless soul
Looking for a place to rest".

"An answer to a prompt challenge from one shot poetry"

Come along and join us to think beyond...visit the link

recall

and share your own imagination triggered by the image...the comment section is waiting for you....

"Helping readers to think and increase their imagination power so that they can express their thoughts better"

strange feelings

"The nicer the man seems to be, the more suspicious you must become."--roald dahl

(I am wondering---is it same for a woman!!!)

now you say
I am your friend,

now you say
I am around,

now you say
I am too good...

I just smile
and fear
inward

some day
you might
get bored of
me
and stop saying
all of these
that make me smile.

a song gifted by a little one

Broken Pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 

I don't want you to go 
Don't wanna see you back out in the cold 
Air you're breathing out fades you to gray 
Don't run away, find me 

I know the battles of chasing the shadows of who you wanna be 
It doesn't matter, go on and shatter 
I'm all you need 

Broken pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 
Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open 

Let's enlighten the night 
We can fall away, slip out of sight 
When you drop your guard 
Melt into time, so intertwined, Quiet 



I know the battles of chasing the shadows of who you wanna be 
It doesn't matter, go on and shatter 
I'm all you need 

Broken pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 
Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open 

Broken pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 
Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open 

Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open

laugh laugh till you drop

a perfect smile not to fall for

offf!yeah hick hick ha ha ha-cant call it of me a chimp heard a donkey joke!!

the big fat smile

the toothless smile-yet...

oh oh gosh tickle me but not a bean will I spill from within ha ha hick hick hi hi hiiiiiii

ok ok I got it I got it--I was chewing my fot instead of hand-not quit whispering---woh woh woh ho ho ho 

and now the season's best joke hearing aftereffect

WE shall overcome -unwind-ed after years of pursuit

I have been walking about in the chanced upon "Random paths" with a urgency to find once again a forgotten self and each time I touch the cobbled steps, or the bend down road side bough- I find looking back to the self I had buried deep below the curiously silent placid ocean. Today, I found the first song I learnt to sing-and went back to the days when my father laboriously taught me the tune, the lyrics-My first stage inter class performance- I was just three years old then! a merely three feet tall being---and I sang "We shall over come". A giant song for a tiny tot back then!

Kept looking for the history behind the song, for years together and once again Random paths had the answer stored within! coincidence-familiarity---I am keeping mum over all of these terms.

For those of you who are still to raise up from the ashes and rebuild their own future: here are the powerful lyrics:

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

I do believe

We shall overcome, some day.

We'll walk hand in hand, 

We'll walk hand in hand, 

We'll walk hand in hand, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall live in peace, 

We shall live in peace, 

We shall live in peace, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall all be free, 

We shall all be free, 

We shall all be free, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We are not afraid, 

We are not afraid, 

We are not afraid, TODAY 

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

I do believe

We shall overcome, some day.

THIS I PROMISE YOU (N Sync)

When the visions around you 

Bring tears to your eyes 

And all that surround you 

Are secrets and lies

I'll be your strength 

I'll give you hope 

Keeping your faith when it's gone 

The one you should call 

Was standing here all along

And I will take you in my arms 

And hold you right where you belong 

'Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you 

This I promise you

I've loved you forever 

In lifetimes before 

And I promise you never 

Will you hurt anymore

I give you my word 

I give you my heart 

This is a battle we've won 

And with this vow 

Forever has now begun

Just close your eyes 

Each lovin' day 

And know this feeling won't go away 

'Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you 

This I promise you

Over and over I fall 

When I hear you call 

Without you in my life, baby 

I just wouldn't be living at all

And I will take you in my arms 

And hold you right where you belong 

'Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you, baby

Just close your eyes 

Each lovin' day 

And know this feeling won't go away 

Every word I say is true 

This I promise you 

Every word I say is true 

This I promise you 

I promise you

call me dil....

call me dil-for a I am around

mera o mera chehra, hua mujhse anjaan kyun
kaun hoon main, kaun hoon main oooo..
aawaz to hai meri, par kehta koi aur hai,
jhoothi meri batein aur sachcha mera pyaar,
to kya meri pehchaan hai
bolo na kya naam hai
call me dil, call me baby
call me jo naam tu main wahi
call me sach to main sachcha,
call me chahe jhootha hi sahi..

why has my, o my face, become unknown to me,
who am I, who am I,
it's my voice, but someone else says,
my talks are lies and my love true,
then what is my identity,
tell me what's the name..
call me heart, call me baby,
call me whatever name I am that,
call me true, and I'm true,
(or) call me a liar if you so wish..

ek bas dil hai mera
tujh pe hi fida to hai
kaise ye maan le ab
hone ko alvida to hai
ruk ja dil deewani
pooche dil mera
kyun ye saza, dil to nadan hai.

I have just one heart,
it's ready to be sacrificed on you,
how can it believe then,
that it's time for goodbye,
stop, o love of (my) heart,
my heart asks,
why this punishment, the heart is childlike..

call me dil, call me baby
call me jo naam tu main wahi
call me sach to main sachcha,
call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi..

tere dil se pehle, tootega dil mera,
hai ye vaada, hai ye vaada oooo..
har jhooth aaine mein
sachcha sa lag raha hai,
dekh le tu bhi to ho ek baar
ke kya meri pehchan hai
bolo na kya naam hai

before your heart (breaks), my heart will break,
it's a promise, it's a promise,
every lie is looking
like a truth in the mirror,
you too look once,
what my identity is..
tell me what's the name..

call me dil, call me baby
call me jo naam tu main wahi
call me sach to main sachcha,
call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi..

Verse Novel Techniques

Verse Novel Techniques

I am planning to write something like this----hope my blog readers and poem fans got more to tell me about it...

A definition I tried hard to explain so long...

"Introverts are like Christmas presents. You don’t know what’s inside until you remove the wrapper. Some are just harder to unwrap than others."

To know more about it go through the straight dope dad

creation circles-wanna give it a try?

click click click

move your cursor over the circles and move your eyes with it..whats next-you don't have to make trip to north pole to watch Aurora Borealis, even your you tube will get some rest...just do as directed and you will love it through out!

lost and found Mr.Bond

My meeting with Bond took place on one fine morning when our teacher made our read through, "Sounds I like to hear,"..a few years back I had learnt to imagine and now came the next step-"close your eyes and hear, listen and recognize sounds around you". It felt grand and the whole year was a gift in itself, for the trick helped me to understand the world around me from a different perspective. Sadly, my text book got sold off with a bunch of old newspapers and I missed my "sounds I like to hear" the most...all I knew was it was written by Ruskin Bond. And, down the years I looked for that piece in all the Bond books I came across-but for one.

Bond came into life again. A teacher again taught me about him-this time it was "the eyes are not here". I learnt to see the world with a different light yet again. But yes I missed the "sounds...". And few more years of searching and waiting followed.
 A friend told me about Bond's autobiographical book-"rain in the mountains". And I could not stop myself from buying it in two day's time. It was a tough day- I snailed through the world and reached my house pretty late, tired and weak all through out, I looked and found a parcel waiting for me on the table- with tired fingers I ripped the casting and "rain in the mountains" glowed back at me...Was it apprehension, a distant rumbling of the clouds or the sudden cold wind, that touched my face softly, I flipped through the pages and studied the index closely. Buy the book, turn to page 108 of the penguin edition and read through.