Yes Jennifer GJ, you hold the first copy to fly abroad. And your beautiful review is probably the first to come from Canada. Today, we can say that #HopeWeNeverMeetAgain has been acclaimed internationally. This is a big moment for this humble work of fiction. I was afraid you would not love my book since the setting is predominantly Indian. Coincidence does take the form of fantasy that takes a few characters to the snowy terrains of Canada though wink emoticon I’m extremely delighted that you enjoyed the read. Thank you so much Jenny!!! http://www.amazon.in/Hope-We-Never-Meet-Again/dp/935206433X/
I not only had the opportunity of reading Hope We Never Meet Again, an amazing psycho-thriller novel written by Srinath Krishnamoorthy, but the privilege to follow his blogs in WordPress and meet him in person recently.
Srinath, I’m throwing my hat up into the clouds right now for you my friend! When we met at the Delhi Airport and you brought and signed my very own copy of your book, it was a moment that I’ll never forget. Is it true that it’s the first copy to leave India? Thank you so much for that and for meeting me in Delhi while promoting your book at the Delhi International Book Fair. Now that I have read it cover to cover, I would like to give my book review for you.
I’m no one to speak on patriotism… but all I want to say is that- shouting “Bharat ki Barbadi” and supporting terrorists, is like shitting on your own face. Now, that is a physically impossible task, but some idiots have made it look like a piece of cake. And, by beating them in the middle of the road and inside the Patiala Court, intolerant fools have proved beyond doubt that, they not only have shit in their hands, but in their heads as well. Since our country is going through lots of shit right now, spare a few minutes to sit back and think. (Burp)
#Intolerance… my friend, is not a one-way affair, it is mutual. And the best solution to intolerance is, not to be a part of it.
You cannot stand him, he cannot stand you and you both bang your heads.
Afzal Guru, Yakub Memon or any terrorist for any reason, are enemies of humanity. I’m not saying that they are the enemies of a particular country, but enemies of humanity. Wonder how many people who are raising slogans in support of these terrorists have lost their dear ones in a terrorist attack? Or how many of them have the sense to fear about losing their lives or one of their loved ones at the hands of a terrorist. Had they lost their father, brother or friend, they would definitely think twice before supporting this insanity. If you are a widow or son or daughter of one of the soldiers who lost his life in the parliament attacks, you may have an all new take on the issues at hand.
Being the son of a soldier, I know that it takes just one stray bullet to shatter families and ruin lives. I mean, we are talking about terrorists who are waging a war on this nation and soldiers who are trying to protect us.
When one of our brave soldiers is fighting for his life in a hospital, what is the logic behind staging a commemoration of martyrdom of a terrorist? Are our student bodies this insensitive? Yaaak 😦
Is Afzal Guru a man who worked for women empowerment like Raja Ram Mohan Roy? Is he an environmentalist like Medha Patkar? Is he an educational reformist? Did he work for the betterment of the poor and the oppressed like Ambedkar, that we celebrate his martyrdom?
Even when we say that meeting violence with violence is bad, we cannot let terrorists come in and challenge our country. We cannot educate a religious extremist who is clinically brainwashed and who is here with an intention to destroy our country. A hole in his head or a rope around his neck is the best possible solution he himself has to offer. He is here to kill and die. If he does not die, he keeps killing till he dies.
If you cannot stand in the shoes of an Indian Army soldier, think from a terrorist’s perspective. Why is he here? He carries a machine gun and sets out rampaging whatever comes in his way. He shoots and throws hand-grenade at anything and everything that comes in his way. Terrorists do not verify whether you are a #communist, #congress, #BJPor #RSS or you are a #JNU or BHU or #IIT student. He simply shoots. He is sent in with just one intention and that is maximum destruction, maximum damage and maximum loss of life. The problem here is that we are aware of a few like #Ajmal_Kasab who execute these heinous designs at the ground level. Actually, they are the scapegoats in this entire plot. The real villains are the people who mastermind these terror attacks and brainwash innocent people in the name of Jihad to execute their dangerous intentions. The problem we are facing is that our intelligence agencies and our diplomacy are not strong enough to shut down these terror factories working outside India. We kill the pests walking in but their cocoon is still safe at large. If India needs a permanent solution from terrorism, it has to cross the border and kill the masterminds hiding safely in Pakistan or elsewhere. I’m not saying they are the only bad people we have around here. Every ideology, be it political or religious, has its share of bloodshed. I will not go into the historical aspects of these things.
The photograph you see above was taken by me just before my flight landed in Indira Gandhi International Airport, New Delhi. Our cities look like concrete tubs and feels like gas chambers. frown emoticon What is the impact of the so-called development pattern over our lives and our relationships?
We live in an ever-shrinking world with ever-expanding, ever-distancing relationships. Technology has helped us break the barrier of distance and time between individuals. But, even with all this, the bonding between people are becoming weaker by the day. When a major chunk of job opportunities are concentrated over mere 14 or 15 big cities in India, we leave behind a treasure trove that will vanish with time and will never come back.
I will tell you a small story. I went to a hospital in my hometown, with my mother who has a small issue with vertigo. I saw a very old man, almost 80, stumbling into the hospital entrance with a urine bag and walking stick. He looked completely zombie, with his T-shirt worn wrong way and his dhoti (mund) was almost falling off. Myself along with a nurse rushed to support him. We asked him where his wife or children were? He said “There is no one. All are away…all of them are outside”. After making him seated, he desperately rested his head on his walking stick, as if he was done with living alone. I saw at least 5 to 6 similar cases 2 hours I spent in the hospital. I felt pity and at the same time, hung my head in shame. If those children had a good opportunity to flourish in our own small town, the situation of the old folks would have been quite different. Saying thus, let us not hesitate to accept the fact that the old folks are to be held partially or fully responsible for their plight. They only flushed out their own children as per social norms to various bigger cities to lead the so-called ‘normal life’.
The big question here is – Are we even thinking of comprehensive development? The government says they will create millions of job opportunities. But, what we need to ask is ‘WHERE?’. In my own town/village or in one of those 15 big cities that is almost on the verge of bursting its belly. Every concrete house across this country shelters old couple who have no one in terms of company except for their shadows. Absolutely nobody to take care of them. Is this what we have in store for our parents? Is this the idealistic model that we are gonna teach our children on how to take care of the older generation? Is this wealth we have saved for an unpredictable, meaningless, inevitable future?
Today we have become a generation that has no clue about the fundamental idea of existence. Leaving the soil we were born, leaving the womb that gave us birth, leaving the nature far behind, forgetting the legends and stories that we grew up hearing, we are in search of wealthy answers to poor questions that hardly makes sense in this universe. #Money #Comfort
This is one of the most unique review of #HopeWeNeverMeetAgain so far!!! The reviewer has given a psychological touch to a psychoanalytic thriller. Thank you #Brunda_Bru from Bangalore for this one in a million review.
I normally don’t do reviews and this might be the first one so far, Srinath is a good friend and an amazing author who by the whims of his writings has amazed me with his debut book” Hope We Never Meet Again”.
The story is weaved in two cities Bangalore and Palakad,a small village in Kerela.
So ,let me speak to you about it, like literally or figuratively;)You: So is this like a romantic campus love story that you find in every other book round the corner?
Me: NAhhh, it’s not a complete dip in heart ,romantic love story but a fast paced, clear thriller story that weaves around Varun Diwakar who meets with an accident unable to bear the news of his friend’s suicide.His subconscious mind then reveals the spiritual power to understand the situations around him on a different plane albeit love is the prominent part…
Terrific review of #HopeWeNeverMeetAgain by a very popular blogger and an amazing writer, Gursimran Kaur from Jaipur, Rajasthan. Really happy to see readers from across the country enjoying and celebrating #Hope_We_Never_Meet_Again . Humbled yet cherishing the awesome love and support the novel has garnered in such a short span of time. You may very well grab your copy from Amazon smile emoticon http://www.amazon.in/Hope-We-Never-Meet-Again/dp/935206433X/
Good morning to this cozy-lazy Sunday! How are you my lovely readers? Great as always, i hope.
So recently I read this book “Hope We Never Meet Again” written by Srinath Krishnamoorthy – my blogger friend and a very talented writer.
The title sounds as if it holds a romantic piece but oh it doesn’t. It is a psycho-analytical thriller – a genre that I usually don’t please to read. But I had to read this one because I received a signed copy with a very kind message written.
And this book; oh my gawd; turned out to be so captivating that I read it in just half a day. It contains many stories linked together, wrapped in so many twists and turns that it manages to hold your very attention till the last sentence.
Minds are like flowers. They only open when the time is right.
‘Hope We Never Meet Again’ written by Srinath Krishnamoorthy is a Psycho-thriller adult fiction dealing with the mental plight of an ordinary guy hailed from a village in Palghat and working in the city of Bengaluru –who loses his close friend in an incident that becomes the pulp of the story.
The novel begins with the notion of Indian Railways pathetic condition and the ‘un-shown’ wild and vigorous Indian sexual ideas that we are familiar but don’t dare to discuss even under our silent breathe. The author has dared to bring out the protagonist with all the positives and negatives of human nature and also explicitly explored the deep down emotions every character went through in every sense.
As the story goes on, Srinath has succeeded in proving his talent as a writer by engaging the…
January 18th – 19th, 2016 – Delhi, India to Ottawa, Canada
After texting with NJ a few more goodbyes I was at the airport in Pune ready to do my last internal flight before heading home. I was an expert at stuffing as much as possible into my carry-ons to avoid the excess baggage weight. Meanwhile, at the Pune counter, another helpful young man insisted he try to pack more things into my carry-on! Oh my goodness not again, those unmentionables 😛 Maybe this was a way for them to see what foreign girls carry in their suitcases!! So here we go again…apparently he was able to get even more things into my carry-ons so in the end, I was grateful and embarrassed. This Is India. Same security water bottle story repeats itself in Pune except this time they want to see what’s in one of…