If It’s Not Forever – Book Review

                                         If It's Not Forever

Author: Durjoy Datta, Nikita Singh

Pages: 237

Synopsis:

      The book is mainly about a guy who left his diary before dying in the Chandni Chowk bomb blast. The narrator had himself witnessed the disaster and decided to check out the burnt sight after a while. He finds the diary lying inside a dustbin - barely readable. The diary just revealed the initials of its owner's name, so the narrator, Deb, decides to investigate about him. 
       It's really interesting to read how Deb acts as a detective while he worked in a publishing company! Simultaneously with the main story, continues Deb's love story with Avantika, the one who shared his home.
Later, Deb's best friend Shrey and a young spoilt girl join their odyssey. It's also amazing to read how all of them get to know about the diary one by one, and keep picking up the tiny pieces to make a rigid story out of it. They unbelievably find out a lot about the dead guy by minor clues from the dilapidated diary. 
        The diary was written beautifully by the mystery guy expressing all his love for the girl he used to see everyday on a bus stop. In the end of every diary entry, he used to write about his wish to see her again the following day. 
          As you keep reading, you begin to relate the title with the story. You go through all the ups and downs in the story as if you're a part of it. 
        Of course, the ending is an eye-opener! Their expectations go a little awry and then to know what happened, you'll have to read the book! 
        But in the end, there's only one message - If it's not forever, it's not love. And the title says it all! 
I have to say, it's another classic hit by Durjoy Datta, and of course, Nikita Singh provided a wonderful co-writer, or say, she played a great apprentice! 

Status Of The Book: Irresistible Suspense! :)

Quote #1

Quote of the Week:
"What goes around, comes back around."

Meaning: One's actions which affect other people, will come back to either haunt or simplify their lives one day. It's really deep as it inspires a lot of people not to lose hope or take revenge. Nature has it's own way of doing the same - Spontaneously! :)

Sphere of Hatred

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls 

Too afraid to get on the stage, everyone's doing things under the table 

There's not one influence that is stable

It's time to face the music, there's no center of this cubic

Hats cover the eyes, all the faces are unseen

Not a mind that isn't black, not a heart that is clean

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls

Pretending to be impeccable, they don't know they're gonna be no incredible

Dreams burn in the flammable sphere

Fulfilling them? - they're not even near.

But this ether that they stepped into is not reality  

Reality is much distinct, it's a sea of inability 

Kilometers of richness which holds bitter-sweet truths behind

Has the forever green mankind, now gone blind?

Where are the empty roads, 

Of truth and innocence?

The path is covered with a stained essence.

The enigma behind the crack in this castle of glass,

This carol symbolizes the destruction in mass

No hands stop the ruthless holocaust,

All they do goes for something that could exhaust.

The world is actually too small

Because most of it is just hatred and walls.

Jeena Isi Ka Naam Hai Piano Cover

I did this song recently as it struck me that this song sounds beautiful on Piano. When I tried to play it, it sounded as amazing as I pictured it. I've done this as a tribute to Sir Raj Kapoor, on whom this song was filmed, and Sir Mukesh, who sung this song. 

I hope I did it well, and am making their heads high.

May their souls rest in piece. 

#Tribute

Irresistible - One Direction Cover

So this is another song I've done recently which is originally sung by One Direction - my favoriiiite band! =)

This is one of their best songs and here's what I did! - 

#OneDirection

Paranoid Or Overjoyed?

Dear Diary,

        I don’t exactly know how to describe this day, which has been the best of all the long, boring days I’ve ever come across – no doubt about it. Anyway, I would try my best to express the flowing speed of the ocean of emotion I’m drowned into.

So it was just another ordinary day of the month. All I was thinking about throughout the day was the dinner I was going to have in my favorite restaurant that very night. Even those stupid T.V. ads about food gave me creeps somewhere down in the den of my bean bag, er, stomach. For once I gave up looking at the clock every 15 minutes to see if it was 10 yet. You must be thinking about me being a foodie, but the real fact is that I don’t usually have time and therefore I don’t usually go to that restaurant. Somehow, ripping my eyes off glancing at the clock in the other room, the day finally passed.

Tonight was the big night.

You won’t believe me, but I dressed up faster than the speed of light. (I never waste time on thinking about how I look). I had been starving since the very morning and it pushed me into a dream-like trance. It’s not that I’m active all the time, but I was particularly feeling drowsy that night. That always happens to me, urgh. I don’t know if this diary is sounding quite boring or saddening. It’s just that I’m not trying to be funny. And when I don’t try to be funny, I get especially annoying.

A few moments later, I found myself at the back-seat of the car when the bloody speed-breaker broke that beautiful burger-dream-trance. Speed-breakers are supposed to break speed, not dreams. Huh.

I never knew what heaven had planned for me.

I finally felt my car come to a stop, and I stepped out of the car displaying my crushed jeans to everyone in the parking lot. Those people were not just people – they were stunning and well-dressed people. I didn’t care about their staring eyes – they were aliens to me, after all. All I wished for was the lift to not stop on the way.

I saw those big letters-turned-into-lights carved on the big board that said ‘Underdoggs’.

I’m really bad at describing how food tastes like – even though I’m a foodie. So I would not get in detail with that. I’d say, it was a marvelous feast and I was full. Or say, even fuller than just full. Try to picture it when you’ve eaten so much that you can’t even utter a word.

After the mesmerizing moments of relaxation and the arrival of the dessert, I expected my mind to focus just on the big black cake and nothing else.                                                                               

But to my own shock, I was actually overhearing a conversation for the first time in my life. But the voices were just so catchy!

So the voices came from the table parallel to mine, and I glanced over there to see the two men’s faces. One of them on the other end was wearing dark sunglasses which looked expensive. I was like, ‘who wears sunglasses amidst a restaurant with almost no lights?’ That was totally stupid and high-standard stuff. Alien stuff to me. Duh.

The other guy had his back towards me and so I tried to get a sneak-peak but as usual, failed.

I was really interested in knowing what they were talking about.

“You ought to rock the stage this time!” The sunglass-guy almost scolded the other one.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a hit.” The other one replied with a drunken sigh.

‘Yeah, it’s gonna be a hit.’ That sentence, that voice; it replayed in my mind a thousand times until I gave up trying to recognize the familiar voice. I wished him to speak one more time. Just one.more.time.

“Waiter!” That’s what he said.

Then it struck me. Is he who I’m thinking he is? No, he can’t be. Curiosity engulfed me in its big arms and I was forced to go check them out.

When I reached there, my lower jaw dropped to the floor. Adam Lambert?

“Excuse me, do you know you’re a look-alike of somebody I’m a big fan of.” I said, not hesitating a bit.

“Don’t tell me you’re a fan of Adam Lambert?” he smiled.

I couldn’t collect all sequences.

“A..are you?”

“Yes, I’m Adam. Nice to meet you.” He smiled again.

The rest is obvious – we spent the evening listening to him and I still can’t get my eyes off his autograph and the long, yellow-black backstage passes.

Kriti =)

“Kriti! Don’t you want to give your exam? Wake up! You’d win a competition in sleeping!”

That was when my mom woke me up. Huh. Stupid dream. I really wanted to eat that cake! 

One Color World

According to me, it's real hard to draw a face. How to shape the nose, eyes and everything. But this way, (the way that I have painted) you can make it a lot easier! Just try this technique where you don't actually have to draw a face, but instead shapes! =)
   I drew these paintings on the occasion of women's day this year, which filled my head with a lot of ideas to paint, write, and compose as well! So, I hope you find it good! :)