18 Aug 2017

#284 Book Review

The Highway Man

Author: J Alchem

Genre: Fiction

Format: Kindle Edition

File Size: 1708KB

Star: 4.2/5 (Self)

Review: It’s a collection of three short stories with title, “Catherine”, “Sidzy; for a day”, “The highway man”.

Catherine is the story of a 62-year-old physician Dr.Rusenvelt who once gets a call from Nicholas Will, the father of bestselling author of Genre-Romance; Nicholas Sieum. He decides to meet him and comes to know about the shocking obsession of the author with one of the lead roles of his novel, Catherine. The story revolves around the measures adopted by Dr. Rusenvelt to help Nicholas Sieum to get rid of his obsession but ends on a pessimistic note!

Sidzy; for a day is a love story of a married couple Jihan and Sidzy. The plot revolves around the decision of Jihan to play the role of Sidzy on an occasion of International Woman’s Day to express his gratitude.

The Highway Man’s plot contains the main character as Rohan, an employee of an MNC and his 7-year-old-son Ayaan.  His girl-friend-turned-wife Sunaina has been dead for about a year now in a severe road accident and it has affected his life in the most drastic way. One day he decides to visit Agra with his son and on their way to Agra ,he is requested for a lift by a stranger on Delhi-Agra Highway. The stranger who introduces himself as Jihan Zahir describes the similar situation of losing his family in a road accident. He accompanies their loneliness and boredom throughout their journey through his silly jokes and departs at the end of the journey. After few months, they come to know about the main culprit of the accident featured in the newspaper, Jihan Zahir, who used to ask for lifts, irritates the passengers and changed their lives due to which he’s regarded as The Highway Man.    

My experience- First of all, the cover of the book is very well designed. I would like to contradict the famous quotation, “Don’t judge the book by its cover” as the illustration on the cover lends some impact on the choice of the book. I’m sure its brilliant design might have certainly attracted readers. I was also impressed by the unique presentation of acknowledgement in which the author regards himself as the mother of his babies; creations. This certainly adds an extra touch for his words. I expected it to be a novel but it’s not. Among the stories, my favourite is Catherine and I expected it to never end.
I like the narration and the simple yet lucid way of formation of sentences which glues the readers to it. The humours side of the author comes to limelight through his #kuchhbhi jokes. I was kept under the emotion of suspense for first story.  It’s difficult to guess why the author has chosen the title of the book based on the title of the last story. It would have been better had the last story been elucidated as the main story of the novel.

Overall, it’s an entertaining book to be read.

©Swati Sarangi


26 Jul 2017

#283 Day 1 Winners of Mega Giveaway of Let The Game Begin

Gratitude to the author, Sandeep Sharma! The surprise of the morning can't be better than this! :)

23 Jul 2017

#282 In the end- Tribute to Chester Bennington

In the end- Tribute to Chester Bennington
I’ve always thought of writing on this topic but could never utilise my words wittily to frame an article. Yes, the title of this post matches with the title of a music track of Linkin Park that always lifts me up. I can’t recall how many times I have played this song but I must admit that this song has something special in its lyrics which have at times prompted me to go on several rounds of thoughts seriously. I then ponder about those solid principles on which the pillar of life rests. What exactly matters in the end?

It’s such heartening to mention the unfortunate demise of singer Chester Bennington of an English Band named Linkin Park. I have always admired listening to the songs of Linking Park for the soulful composition with motivational lyrics which have brought an enormous fame to them. I’ve even dreamt of attending the live concert of Linkin Park and meeting Chester. Those motivational and meaningful lyrics have always have always lent a mesmerizing impact on the fans; especially on the youth. It might never have been easy for Chester Bennington to channelize the agonies that arose out of the pains of his past into music and he did it so brilliantly. I don’t want to be judgemental here but I wonder how those powerful songs that could fill millions of disheartened souls with enormous energy, did not prove fruitful in saving the life of the singer himself? How could not he beat that terrible monster of depression when his songs helped millions of his fans to come out of the vicious cycle of depression victoriously?

I’ve come across many insensitive remarks of people regarding the suicide of the legend by putting forth their biased and judgemental views. It brings forth many important things to limelight.
·        People will always criticise you even after your death, so why to care for their derogatory remarks while you’re alive?
·        Depression is a serious issue and in this era of high competitiveness, almost many of us must have come under its grip. Nothing surprising! So it’s utmost important to take care of your mental health just like physical health.

A small poem to drive any suicidal feelings:

Whenever you feel like giving up
Remember those hands that let
You walk over those unlevelled paths
Remember those hands that fed you
Recognise your worth and the
Consequences that your absence will bring
Remember the purpose for which
You are in this world
Realise if you can the sense of
Parenthood that you’ve brought
What reasons you need
Other than those for your survival?

Few lines as a tribute to Chester Bennington:
In the end it does not even matter
The wealth which you’ve gathered
The vague pride that you let grow
The moments that you never lived
Those ill feelings that you kept inside
The risks that you never took
For the fear of being judged
Numerous times you fell down
Bruising your self esteem

Life is about giving
And sharing all you can
Getting up after every fall
And shouting ,”Yes, I can”.

Don’t shrink this wonderful gift
Of experience under the sheet
Of lame excuses of judgement.
Numb my ears became
After listening to that
Divine rhythm!
In the end the voice is silent
Numbing million of hearts
And leaving this mortal Earth
With immortal melodious fragrance.

My college days would never have been so beautiful without those tracks of Linkin Park sung mellifluously by Chester Bennigton. A heartfelt Gratitude to the singer, your songs will always stay alive in the hearts of millions. May your soul rest in peace! This is the hardest good bye!

Swati Sarangi


17 Jul 2017

#281 Agnishatdal Annual Digest 2017 : Agnidal 1

10 Jul 2017

#280 WOW Post-6

9 Jul 2017

#279 Monsoon Reflections

Monsoon reflections

Once during a rainy day, I was sitting alone near the window of my room at hostel accompanied by a hot cup of coffee. The power outage made me focus more on the sounds of falling drops of rain. It was getting darker with the vast stretch of dark clouds in the sky. The sight of the spread of the greenery all around was too mesmerizing to behold. I heard the noise of few kids who came running out of their homes to dance gleefully in the rain. I could not count the sudden increase in the number of paper boats that came floating near to a bench that stood at the end of the park which I watched through my window.

All these scenes prompted me to recall similar moments of my life. The memories of my glorious childhood days came flooding by. I forgot the staunch loneliness that I was experiencing for a moment and started to get indulged in some of the philosophical discussions taking place inside my mind. After monitoring the series of my thoughts that often pushed me to quit so as to avoid the prevalent monotony of my life, the first question that I put to myself was, “why not quitting?” With this question, came the strongest reasons of not quitting as I started to ponder about the purpose of the initiation of the journey that I’ve decided to make.

 No matter how difficult or monotonous the present situations appeared to me, they would certainly be better than some of the adversities that I may encounter in near future. It has been 6 years now that I left my home for starting an educational journey at hostel. In the span of 6 years, I got a chance to stay at different places of India with different people from different cultural or economical background. Before embracing the life at hostel, I used to take a lot of stresses of exams in my school days in spite of being under the utmost care and support of my family. Never even had I imagined that the level of difficulties that I was going to encounter in near future was million times harder than those. Had I got aware of my future challenges, I would have let go those periods of stresses with ease. I learnt that the exams of life were not just confined to paper and pens but some of the challenging situations that demanded every ounce of my potential to be used to get through that. The role that my family played in uplifting me during the phases of my hopelessness was now transferred to me. Yes, I’m growing matured with every difficult situation I came across.    

          Amidst all those thoughts of self analysis, I almost forgot that the drops of rain were starting to wet my belongings which were arranged in a shelf kept closer to the window. Then, I had to rush to the place where the shelf was kept to transfer all those things to another place.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

My Mirakee profile: swati7writes

Swati Sarangi



25 Jun 2017

#278 Result of Contest at Mirakee

18 Jun 2017

#277 Father's Day

Happy Father’s Day to all fatherly figures of my life.

I’m running short of words to express my gratitude for having received a lot of care and support from you. I have no idea if I’m done my part as a daughter well but I’m always amazed at the way of yours in meeting every responsibilities of your life so well.  I promise to make you proud.

May you be blessed with wonderful days with infinite happiness and good health in days to come.

P.S: Coincidentally the number of the post is the number of the house I lived in and so many memorable events cherishing each of them even today!

16 Jun 2017

#276 Gambling with EE

Welcome to the word of Electrical Engineering.
I've opened a new blog in wordpress having domain name- Gambling with EE : Gambling with EE at wordpress 
This is an introductory post. A little about myself: I'm Swati Sarangi and have been graduated in Electrical Engineering from the prestigious institute of Odisha, Indira Gandhi Institute of Technology Sarang, situated in the industrial region of state and the bank of magnificent river, Brahmani.
This blog has been designed to share materials and strategies with aspirants preparing for various competitive exams; technical and non-technical.

Taking up Electrical Engineering and finding a way out through it is no less than playing a gamble. It gets addictive with time, trust me! No matter how much you try to go away from it, it keeps pulling you towards it provided you've spent a considerable time with it in your undergraduate level.
And, now guessing the title of the blog will never be tough for the readers!

Signing off for now

Swati Sarangi
An Electrical Engineering Graduate (2011-2015)

#276 Contest at Mirakee

Thanks to team Mirakee.. :)