The Mango Tree: Part 2 of 5

Hemaram was from a faraway village lying in the remote regions of the Ranakpur forest and this was also his qualification for the job because it was believed that he should posess abundant knowledge about flora in general given that he had spent years amidst them. He was a fifty-ish , well built man who had spent a good eighteen years of his life looking after the garden and by the look of things, he was here to stay. The garden itself was big, lined with trees and
with a large patch of lush, green grass in the middle. In the extreme corner of the garden stood the mango tree and a few feet from it was the gardener’s house. There was also a flower patch near the tree which was extremely well-cared-for.

Things were going on very smoothly form Hemaram until one day when it occurred to him that despite his good mental and physical health, he was nearing the dusk of his life. So, he decided that he must visit his village Shyamgunj once before dying. And so, the next day, he packed his belongings and took the first bus in the morning to Sadari, the town closest to his village.

A fortnight passed and there was no news of Hemaram.

The Mango Tree: Part 1 of 5

My first attempt at fictional writing. Originally posted on wattpad. Do comment and let me know what you think about it.

It has been thirteen years since that incident took place and that lone mango tree, standing in the abandoned corner of the garden still inspires fright in the minds of those who have been here for thirteen years or more.

Just as the mango tree is feared, the house of its gardener has also become a well known haunted place of the town after whatever happened there all those years ago.

Although no mysterious sightings or strange apparitions or clouds of bats seen circling the house after midnight or manifests of any ghostly presence as such have ever been reported, the gossip-hungry people of the town, like those of every other good town have fabricated numerous stories around the aforementioned mango tree and the gardener.

Now, I have consented to tell you the story of the gardener or at least the most consistent of those stories only on one condition: that tomorrow, should the spirit of Hemaram, this being the gardeners name, come haunting, looking for the source of such rumors, you must not blame it on me for I, like you, have received this story from someone else who in turn, has received it from someone else.

This story begins with the only tangible, definite fact of the story: Hemaram was the gardener of the public garden of Indunagar and lived in the house adjacent to it.

Cycling Spree

Today, I went cycling through the town.
Well, “through the town” is a bit of an exaggeration really, but traveling 9 kilometres non-stop did seem like traveling the length of the town to me. You see, I’m a very unathletic person.
Despite this, given a choice between walking, cycling, driving and flying  I’d choose cycling anytime (unless flying is flying on a broomstick, of course).

You could think it’s rather boring: something we did when we were young and had nothing else to do but to me cycling is discovering: discovering new roads to the same old destination; discovering new shops at the same old markets or maybe if the ‘odds are in your favour’ discovering something about your own self ; only when you escape the ordinary can you discover something extraordinary.

I see the long stretches of time between leaving home and  reaching back home as the time to sort my thoughts. The idea to write this blog and many others also came to me while cycling. Maybe it’s the company of Dauntless (my cycle) that is fairly favourable for my thought processes, but I would still attribute it to cycling.

Pedalling through crowded roads and lonely ones; busy markets and quiet colonies; scarce, small patches of greenery and seemingly never ending expanses under the blazing sun; areas where the rich live in their palatial mansions and where the poor reside in their humble dwellings and for reasons beyond maintaining your body is happiness to me. A happiness I often equate with freedom.

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 3

This is my very first 3-day quote challenge.

The rules of the challenge are simple:
1. Thank the one who has nominated you
2. Post 1-3 quotes for 3 consecutive days
3. Nominate 3 bloggers for the challenge every day

So firstly, i thank the two most amazing bloggers for nominating me for the challenge:
Saalai Kamalathai
Mahak Saluja

The quote for today is:
Only when you escape the ordinary can you discover something extraordinary.
-Sycamore Witch

This quote has been taken from a blog I will be posting soon about something that I absolutely love.

The bloggers I would nominate for the challenge are:
1. fairytaleofasimplegirl
2. theintrovertmomblog
3. pratikutekar

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2

This is my very first 3-day quote challenge.

The rules of the challenge are simple:
1. Thank the one who has nominated you
2. Post 1-3 quotes for 3 consecutive days
3. Nominate 3 bloggers for the challenge every day

So firstly, i thank the two most amazing bloggers for nominating me for the challenge:
Saalai Kamalathai
Mahak Saluja

The quote(s) for today are:

It isn’t the skin that has to be differentiated on the basis of its colors; it should be the personality.
-tanayaborgaonkar

In tomorrow’s world, when you will be old and wrinkled and too tired to move, you will cherish these moments. Moments that taught you what following your passion meant.
-tanayaborgaonkar

These quotes are by tanayaborgaonkar, a very interesting blogger who’s blogs I would certainly recommend reading.
To read her works follow the link: tanayaborgaonkar.wordpress.com

The bloggers I would nominate for the challenge are:
1. Tanaya Borgaonkar
2. Strictly Lighthearted
3. theurbanartist

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 1

This is my very first 3-day quote challenge.

The rules of the challenge are simple:
1. Thank the one who has nominated you
2. Post 1-3 quotes for 3 consecutive days
3. Nominate 3 bloggers for the challenge every day

So firstly, i thank the two most amazing bloggers for nominating me for the challenge:
Saalai Kamalathai
Mahak Saluja

The quote for today is:
..in a society where pressure towards conformity surrounds us like air, more than often life could seem like a constant battle to keep up your individuality.
-Sycamore Witch

This is something I’ve always felt and said in my blog ‘To Conform or Not To Conform’ as well as in my personal life.

The bloggers I would nominate for the challenge are:
1. Mahesh Mali
2. Nitin
3. Rabbitpatchdiary.com

ASURA by Anand Neelkanthan

This is not a book review.

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After having read the first few pages of the Asura, I realised it’s not the kind of book that you could just pick off a bookstore or a library shelf. A Ramayana from the point of view of Ravana: the Ravanayana that shows him in a much brighter light, you need to be prepared for this. You are sure to be shaken by the undaunted perspective and the prospect of an unflattering reality. It blows severe punches to your existing beliefs and wakes you up to the possibility that the Ramayana that you’ve known since childhood was nothing but the victors’ version of what actually happened. And the fact is, no victor would ever show their side as the one that wronged.
Only the religiously broad minded can accept a perspective as different as the one presented in the Asura and only a mature reader wouldn’t believe everything this book has to say. It is an alternate version of the Ramayana and one of the many. However, despite this you cannot help but notice how cleverly the moral faults in the Ramayana have been played down and how the greatest villain in the history of Indian mythology wasn’t so villainous after all; while all this time, the goodness of the victors has been overly exaggerated.
It even got me wondering how there’s been no controversy on it so far. But still, I highly recommend it: an eye-opening, bold and brave novel that attempts to put forth what has been unknown to the common folk.