Book review: the Ink black Heart


This is Robert Galbriath’s ‘Order of Phoenix’ – though I loved that one a lot more. A bulky tome set at a meandering pace, with a decent mystery at its core and an engaging voice of a master storyteller, this book exudes the confidence of a middle-aged man unabashedly, unashamed of his large paunch. J.K. […]

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Pulling off a ‘Watchmen’!


Like all great books that I have come to admire, it all started with a rejection. I rejected Harry Potter, because I believed him to be yet another wannabe magician who would pull out a rabbit from his hat. Rejection actually helps – it is a sifting mechanism, though improper, which allows me to focus […]

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Book Review: The Cuckoo’s Calling


Normally, people cannot associate a meandering pace with a detective novel. A detective novel has to be race against time, it has to be a high stakes game; the protagonist has to be silent, brooding types possessing higher degree of eccentricity and clairvoyance. But reality is scarcely romantic. Cormoran Strike is the non-romantic’s Sherlock. He […]

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My Mom tells me a Story!


1.1 ‘Mom, tell me a story!’ ‘Which one, dear? I have told you many.’ ‘You know mom! About that Captain you think is zany!’ ‘Oh, I get it. Is it about That Dwarvian lord who mined the Oort cloud?’ ‘No mom, about the one who braved the Horizon, And travelled through the tunnel that hasn’t […]

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Skyfall


Fuck Jason Bourne. Fuck the Dark Knight. How could be anyone naïve enough to compare them with this guy?

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Mumbai Moods


It was four in the morning and a bloody cold at that. I dug my hands deep into the pockets while I watched my friend Ronak gazing out into the night through the open portal of a railway window. Cold air swept in but I think it did not bother him, though I was freezing. […]

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