BOOK LAUNCH

As the year 2013 wraps itself in the memories of the events that occurred during the whole year and gets in the celebration mood of CHRISTMAS in few days from now, I have a news to share with all of you.

The most awaited moment is here,the launch of our poetry book  ,  ” Suroor of the Soul” at India International Centre,Delhi on 21st Dec 2013.All are cordially invited to grace the occasion and be a part of the wonderful journey.

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It has not been long since “Suroor ” was published on Amazon and received a wide and touching response from everyone who has read the book. The thought behind “Suroor ” was intense and it delved deep into insights regarding the journey of a soul which wanders on earth in search of true happiness.

We all are such souls,seeking happiness in every dream,ambition and path of life ,yet we fail to experience the true feeling of it.This book dwells in such a voyage through a poetic form reflecting the real experiences of human on earth.

You can visit the website of “Suroor of the Soul” to read more about the reviews,interviews and updates regarding the topic which we  think has endless and limitless expeditions.

 

With Best Wishes,

Soumya and Shaheen

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The Mirror of Self

Some pages from the old book fluttered and reminded me of the times when I held the fanciful favourites in my hands.

While as a kid,I cherished the enchanting pictures of the fairytales where the Russian Tsar and Tsarinas flew and galloped on horses. Those tales always created a beautiful imagination in my mind and like being in the land of the princesses for quite a time.The hardcovered books ,their illustrations were so  unique that it fascinated every child’s mind.

Even though I could never buy those costlier ones,I managed to read them while on my visit to a cousin’s place.

In growing years, the choice of books changed and the tomboyish look got more inspired with the sleuth Nancy Drew series. Believe it or not, I actually dreamt of having a career as a detective for few years.

Books have this natural tendency of creating a world which is so surreal that the reader gets involved in the characters and the situation as a part of it. That is why it is often said,

“Books are the food for  mind.”

And so we should always try to select good books. Every book has a different role to play and if aptly done,it creates a positive effect on us.The kind of writing which invokes the negativism, can never contribute towards the welfare of the society. Such books are the outcome of the frustrations of a person while of that age and that particular society. As writers are always a part of society,they write what they see,feel,understand,comprehend and realize around them.Yet it is their duty to present before the world in books not a world of fantasy ,but a place of reality with motivational thoughts,the truth with a ray of hope and practical thoughts with some inspiration and depth.Such books are the real literature of that society and culture then,which for ages shall never die or perish.

Like the legendary “Gitanjali” which shall always remain the symbol of pure thoughts of the Late.Rabindranath Tagore.

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My teens had a wide range of favourites from the classics of Shakespeare,to the gorgeously written “Jane Eyre”,whether the story of “ David Copperfield”or of the innocent “Heidi”.

I got rolled over by the classical literature of that times but could hardly buy those books. Whatever I read during my childhood was all from the school library. Thanks to it,I got introduced to the variety. Fortunately or unfortunately, like every other girl,I never read Mills and Boon until marriage,neither the Sidney Sheldon’s.Even though I tried keeping rose flowers inside the books as memories ,but they faded along with the prints and writings of those books.Those were times when I tried exploring all the kinds of fictions and even liked P.G.Woodehouse for quite a long time.

The books we read mostly reflect the mindset and thought process we are in at that period of time. The level of our maturity and understanding solely can be understood seeing the type of books we are interested in. It is in these books that we try to find ourselves,our character and our nature. Every individual tries to identify himself in the characters of the book and feels strongly about it when he discovers any.

Books which often provide a sense of contentment are ones which motivate us through their characters and inspire us in times of dullness. Some infuse in us the strength of facing the real difficulties of the world while bringing a smile on our faces.

Unlike my passion, which is writing poetry, I never read poetry books in my whole lifetime.The ones which I read were those included in the school syllabus and had to be compulsorily read.

But till date two poems remained my favourite ,I remember them quite vividly for their permanent imprint on my mind, “Daffodils” by William Wordworth and  “The Highwayman”.

Nevertheless books have been the silent friends of every individual and so of mine. Today after such a long journey of life, I cherish the times when I got a book as gift from anyone or as a prize in any competition, but I am delighted that Iam  an author of four books now… and might be someday I will be the favourite of some or many ,who like me shall get inspired and cherish my books and writings.

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.

Today’s prompt: Books. http://writetribe.com/books-day-3-festival-words-2/

 

My interview by Uzoma!

Here is the link to an interview of mine done by Uzoma Okoroafer! It was regarding the recent book  release”Suroor of the Soul” and a dialogue to have an insight about the same!

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JOURNEY OF KNOWING SELF

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Beyond the comprehension of a common man’s mind and perception, the road to the mountains of the Divine  had appeared in my dreams.

It wasn’t a fantasy nor an illusion,even though I forgot about the mystical dream very soon as I woke up.

The next day again I resumed my journey from the place where I had stopped. I stopped for a moment,gasping and feeling breathless.As I managed to look above for few drops of water that would quench my dried throat,I got  mesmerized with envelope of the luminous clouds and aura of the atmosphere. I forgot about my pain and my aches.

The view was scintillating and it absorbed all the pangs of my bruised self.

For a moment I traveled beyond the realms of earth and had reached the doorsteps of Divine,then I remembered the journey is yet to be completed.

And for a second I turned around to see what was there that I had left behind on this spiritual journey.

A silhouette ,I saw for a flash second and it vanished and dissolved in the zephyr as if it never existed.

My eyes got misty, seeing the footsteps that were trailing behind me and I recollected the words , “Keep walking my child.The journey is yours and you have to travel alone,while on this path of truth and wisdom for the journey of reaching Divine is the truth of knowing self …I am with you every moment,whenever you fall or need me,I shall be there to hold you with care. Trust your faith and walk.Never look back,for that would mean ,you have lost your belief in me and whenever you do so,I will vanish.

You will have to restart your journey then, from the initial stage to reach the destination .”

Written for Ermilia’s blog,PICTURE IT & WRITE.http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/

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