Well, to be honest, when Paulami didi 1st asked me to review her book, I felt my review would be biased for she is a very dear sister of mine and I have seen her work at wee hours , doing all the research for one single book.I know the effort she has given to write the book. I was given the privilege to attend the book launch on 28th of October, held at Abar Baithak : The Coffee Shop, Kolkata, India. But now after reading the book , I am convinced that the review will not be a biased anymore for the book really deserves to be taught as a text in Departments of Border Studies and Conflict Studies.

Badshah Moitro, the veteran actor of Tollywood Film Industry , who happened to be the chief guest , mentioned this particular point in his keynote address : ” I would like you all to remember that the idea of this particular book came after the movie , RI : THE HOMELAND OF UNCERTAINTY  was made. We see movies are being made from books but this is one is just the opposite. And this is what that makes the book special”.  Yes, Badshah Moitro’s words are true and before talking about the book, I would like to say that it was a tough challenge for the author to fit the movie in a novel of 30K words as per the guidelines of the publisher. After reading the book, one will feel that word limit was a constraint, a disadvantage to be precise but the author applied words in such a strategic way with intense dialogues, stringing every letter with care that the book stands out as a an unique text, against all odds.

“Shillong ” , “Meghalaya ” :  such fascinating names.. aren’t they?? And the 1st thing that comes to your mind, when you hear them? Tourist spot .. holiday.. isn’t it ?  Well, they have become a tourist spot of war and if you want to spend your holiday in a chaotic place, taking a break from your peaceful , secured mundane life, well, Shillong is the place for you. As I read through the intriguing pages of the book, I got goosebumps for I never thought that the rivers of blood and hatred have traversed the tranquil scenic beauty of Shillong.

I would not ruin people’s interest by narrating what is there in the book. Rather, I would prefer to limit myself to discuss about the themes which I found extremely interesting and unique :

(1) TERRORIST – FREEDOM FIGHTER DILEMMA : The author, through the character of  Manbha has wonderfully portrayed this ‘ terrorist – freedom  fighter dilemma ‘ . She reflects upon the situations which make the youth choose these paths and also the breaking of their illusion when they see the merciless killings and become a part of them too.

(2) ROLE OF THE PRESS : Through the interactions between Janet and S.P. Kyndiah, the role of the press in situations of anarchy have been portrayed well by the author. It reflects upon how the press shapes people’s views and also their limitations which often backfires and overshadows the verity of the situation.

(3) SHILLONG : HEAVEN OR HELL : Each and every word of the book bleeds the pain of the people and the police who fight against the terror that has shaken the paradise called, ‘ Shillong’.  It will make you cry even if you do not have any idea about North -East; it will make you pray for those souls and it will make you shift your eyes from the news of ISIS or Kashmir and feel grieved for the residents of this paradise.

I don’t feel I am accoutered well enough to rate this book . There are so many sub themes to talk about and discuss that I felt, a single blog post is just not enough. I have tried to talk about the prime themes and I have plans to take up the text ( yes, I  prefer to call it a text of study ) and work on it for some research paper in the near future. I also feel, I need to read more about the theories of power , politics and media before I can restart my discussion on the book again. And yes, thank you Paulami didi for writing this wonderful piece of literature and also giving  me a signed copy. I feel like a celebrity now 😛 😀10671217_548164618648815_2846708808272407829_n







‘ A runaway ‘bridegroom ‘  ??  Shocked ?  Well, the author is Sundari Venkatraman after all. Yes, I am talking about her latest book, The Runaway Bridegroom where the bridegroom actually runs away. But you need to read the book; am not going to narrate the story.

My rating : 4 out of 5

My Review :

I am not too much fond of the romance genre but Sundari captivated me in her spell of words. I enjoyed reading the book and here are things I liked :

(1) The  issue of ‘child marriage ‘ which has been portrayed subtly but with strokes of boldness and its effects.

(2) The interesting portrayal of  young- adult romance.

(3)  Element of fate which has been evoked enriched the novel with a traditional spice.

(4) Flawless grammar and editing.

Even though the book belongs to young-adult fiction, it shows that it has been written by a matured writer, who knows how to address the mass in her own way. I am grateful to Sundari for giving me the opportunity to review her book. Looking forward to read more from her.

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An unexpected love of fever,

The kiss of Tilottama,

No, the bed is not for me anymore !!


Let the pangs sing their cries,

I can feel the weakness creeping in my nerves,

Yet the fresh air of morning I shall not miss,

Neither the  laughter’s bliss;

This should be different , this time !!


For the heart which endured pain,

And continues to continue the same,

It is nothing but  a moment’s faint;

The bed is not for me anymore !!



The bold breathlessness tries hard,

But the breath remains mine alone,

A wonder of life shall I not miss,

A moment’s faint, a moment’s joy !!


I rest my heart at your feet,

For the fragile body seeks to wither away,

Let the body rot and let my soul say,

The words, unspoken !!

Let me be the crescent moon of your matted hair !!






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It is not just a game,

Perhaps not an addiction, but a passion,

Like the strength of the nerves which touch the ball,

Like the burning zeal expressed  in four words, “ G-O-AL”.



It is not just a game

Perhaps a love song, forgotten by the Troubadours ,

A  kiss of the kick and a blush of the pass,

It is something, ‘ unique ‘.


A war fought and won,

A blood which falls to live,

It is just not about a team of eleven,

But a team of supporters , infinite ;

It is not just a game !!


Of  fantasies which transcend the real,

Of scores , transfers and that 89th minute goal,

Of  fixtures and strategies corrected ,

It is not just a game.


It is a culture which breeds in everlasting smiles,

It is a religion which atheists endorse,

It is not just a game,

But something called , ‘ life ‘ .

Why Wait For The Stars ??


Why wait for the stars to write when our hearts have the ink?

Why close the door , when I blush at your blink?

Perhaps a ‘hi’, perhaps just your care,

If everything is fair in love and war ,

Why wait for the lazy star?

A conversation unanswered by the weight of fate,

Throw away all the pain and regret;

Why wait for the faraway star?

When our feet bind the present?

Of poems written and stories sung,

Of the fleeting moments and a future undone,

Why depend on that stupid star,

When the future speaks through your smile?

Why wait for the stars to indite ,

Take the step, take the flight,

Let me be yours forever !!



A smile, like the blush of the dawn

A smile in that corner of your eye,

A smile which says , ‘ welcome home ‘,

A smile : new but known!!



A smile borne out of a deluge,

An unexpected life in ice,

A smile which makes me blush,

A smile :new but known !!


A smile, perhaps written by joy,

In the stars far away,

In the warmth of the rain,

The smile : new but known !!


A farewell, before you could say ‘hi’,
The saturnine fate smiles once again,
Confusions drive me insane ,
To be or not to be !!
A farewell before we could shake hands,
I could feel my heart skipping a beat,
And perhaps many more to come,
In the cold prison, I sweat,
Transcending the clots of insanity.
A farewell before we could kiss,
Catch the light and press it in your lips,
Feel that glow in your eyes so serene,
A runaway destiny !!
A farewell before I could be that smile,
Be that butterfly with wings of light,
Perhaps then you would be never out of sight,
A farewell which was meant to be our love story !! ANIMETRISTEPARKE1