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This City is Falling Apart—And You’ll Want to Read Every Word!

Our City That Year by Geetanjali Shree takes you into a city torn apart by faith and conflict, where chaos and violence are everywhere. Through the eyes of a writer and others caught in the middle, the story shows how people try to understand what’s happening around them. With Daisy Rockwell’s brilliant translation, this novel will stay with you long after you finish.

Read this excerpt to get a glimpse of a city on the edge and those trying to survive it.

 

Our City That Year
Our City That Year || Geetanjali Shree, Daisy Rockwell

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That year, in our city, Hindus abandoned their pacifism. We’ve run out of other cheeks to turn, they proclaimed. We’re helpless! they screamed. They climbed atop mosques and waved the flag of Devi affixed to their tridents proclaiming, What was done to us will be visited on them! Wrong shall be answered with wrong! Holy men abandoned their meditations, and angry cries echoed in place of prayers: They killed our progeny, dishonoured our daughters! Sons, are you cowards or men? O, descendants of the heroes Shivaji, Bhagat Singh, Rana Pratap; O, sons of Arjun and Bhima, rise! Transform the neighbourhoods of your enemies into graveyards! Enough with your gentlemanly behaviour! Even the deities rage when the crimes of demons are on the rise.

 

Arise.
Awake.
Save us.

 

And out poured gangs upon gangs to tear the mosques in our city down to their foundations and erect the idols of goddesses and gods in their place. The air in our city began to pulse. It echoed with their feelings of helplessness: boom boom. The gangs emerged with a clamour, raising clouds of ash which could turn to dust at any time and sting our eyes. They released fountains of Ganga water which could turn to blood at any time and splatter our eyes. It was like a rollicking festival. So many hues, it could have been Holi in a storm of coloured powder. They held sacrifices and threw into the flames the cowardice that had been nurtured in the name of dispassion. They marked their brows with a tilak of ashes, hurled sharp bits of metal at the sun, slicing it to ribbons, skewering the brilliant sun-scraps and waving them in the air as they fanned out into the streets, over the moon to discover in their clutches the joyous sun. We shivered when we saw how the sun danced in their hands.

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‘Should I write from the perspective of a child?’ Shruti asks. Her hands drip red from peeling beets. ‘Of our unborn child? Who will see this, hear this, tell this?’

 

‘No,’ Hanif vetoes the idea at the outset. ‘For one,’ he says, ‘that narrative style is very old, it’s been going on since the time of the Mahabharata. For another . . .’ his voice is severe now, ‘we don’t even want a child. Who would want to inherit these times?’

 

Even the glancing thought of an unborn child’s testimony fills me with dread. But why?

 

If I just shadow them and keep copying, what do I have to fear.

 

* * *

‘Why should we be afraid? We live over here. Your friend has no right to spread the psychosis of fear. He enjoys it even,’ frets Shruti.

 

They sit in the flat upstairs. Dirty dishes piled before them. Sharad has just gone home, downstairs. Earlier, the three of them had been eating, drinking, gossiping, and I’d been standing nearby, wondering if I should listen, if I should copy everything down, if I should just ignore. The three diners had pushed bay leaves, cloves, cinnamon sticks, black cardamom pods to one side on their plates. Sharad’s final utterance still lingers in the air: ‘The city’s on fire, and you’re laughing?’

 

That’s where I’ll start, I resolve; that’s where I’ll begin to record.

 

‘You’re humourless.’ Hanif ribs Shruti. ‘Sharad was teasing you because he knows you’ll blow up.’

 

‘That wasn’t teasing at all. Your friend is the completely humourless son of an overly humourful father.’ Shruti was angry when she started to speak, but by the end she smiles at her own mention of Daddu.

 

‘But the fire’s been lit.’

 

‘But not here, over there,’ Shruti objects.

 

‘But the fire can’t burn us. Sati is still in practice, tenderhearted women watch as their own kind are set aflame, fingers burn daily turning chapatis on hearths: fire is our familiar! Why should we fear it burning us?’

 

‘Arre, are you waxing philosophical or just telling tasteless jokes like your friend?’

* * *

 

I am not omniscient. I write about wherever I am, whenever. I cannot weave things together. I wouldn’t know a warp from a woof. But I cannot escape writing. Will any witness survive this horrifying tongue that flickers about devouring our city? Because, who knows, tomorrow this tongue could find us . . . and you? And if we are no more . . .

 

And who knows if by some simple coincidence we survive, or you survive, then perhaps we’ll be able to understand something when we look back. Or preserve something.

 

But now, just write. Write without comprehension. And if not you, then I will write down whatever you say, write, see; whatever can be expressed in ink.

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Here’s Why Millions Follow ‘Library Mindset’ for Productivity Tips

Feeling overwhelmed by endless to-do lists and the pressure to be constantly productive? It’s time to rethink our relationship with laziness. In The Art of Laziness, Library Mindset reveals that true productivity isn’t about clocking extra hours; it’s about working smarter and prioritizing what truly matters.

Read this excerpt to discover how to transform your productivity and enjoy more of what life has to offer.

 

The Art of Laziness
The Art of Laziness || Library Mindset

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“20 years from now, the only people who will remember you worked late are your kids.”
— Sahil Bloom

 

The goal of becoming more productive is not to work more but the opposite. The goal is to get your work done in less time so that you can spend more time with your friends and family. If you work too many hours, then both your creativity and productivity suffer. It’s not worth spending 12 hours every day in the office and neglecting all other aspects of your life. Sometimes, it might be necessary, but not all the time.

 

We should measure productivity by how much work we get done, not by how much time we spend. Unfortunately, many people spend more time in the office than they need to in order to satisfy their egos.

 

If you’re working a lot and still aren’t achieving your goals, there is a high chance that you’re avoiding the important things that need to be done instead of doing things that aren’t that important. The less important things are distracting you from doing the actual important things. This is a form of procrastination and by neglecting the essential things, you won’t get the results you want.

 

I have seen people who do this deliberately. The essential things are hard to do, so instead of doing the hard work, they begin with the easy things that make them appear busy.

 

Less is More

 

If you work a lot and are still not able to achieve your goals, there could be two reasons:
1) You may not be working as hard as you think. You may be procrastinating most of the time and not being productive.

 

2) You may be working on the wrong things. You could be working on less important things, things that don’t matter that much. You could be spending most of your time on trivial tasks and don’t do the more challenging and essential things.

 

Everything you do has some value to be gained by doing it. Having said that, some tasks have more value than others in your life. That’s why it’s so important not to get distracted by less important tasks and, instead, dedicate as much time as possible to the things that matter.

 

Be Productive, Not Busy

 

“If the ladder is not leaning against the right wall, every step we take just gets us to the wrong place faster.”
— Stephen Covey

 

on things that move you toward your goals. There is no use in climbing a ladder and then, halfway up, you look around and realize that you’re climbing the wrong ladder. Work on your own dreams, not the dreams of others.

 

Be productive, not busy. There is no reward for being busy all the time just for the sake of being busy. Instead. Pour your energy into being productive and work on things that move you toward your goals, not away from them.

 

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This Tinder Date Ends in Murder – Read the Chilling Details!

From a dating app match to a suitcase on a highway—Swipe Right to Kill takes you deep into the twisted true-crime story of the Jaipur Tinder Murder. Anirban Bhattacharyya unravels how Priya Seth and her accomplices spun a web of deceit, leading to a chilling betrayal that shook the nation.

Get ready for a ride through the dark side of love, lies, and murder.

Swipe Right to Kill
Swipe Right to Kill || Anirban Bhattacharyya

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2 May 2018, Wednesday

 

What Priya had been holding off for the past two months as bait was now offered to Dushyant, aka Vivan Kohli, on a platter. The date for consummating their relationship was set as 2 May 2018.

 

Dushyant was overjoyed. He was finally going to ‘score’. Dushyant planned for the day, which included the alibi he would give his family if they questioned him. Priya had told him that she would call him up and tell him where to meet her and then they would go to her house. At this time all Dikshant and Lakshya knew was that Priya had identified a target from whom she would extort the money to pay the lakhs that Dikshant owed, and also to fund their life for the next few months. Lakshya, who was Dikshant’s childhood friend, became privy to the real Priya and her real occupation, once Dikshant was made aware. Lakshya too stayed back and did not run away. He too wanted to enjoy the good life that Priya’s dubious earnings offered.

 

When Priya revealed that she was going to be bringing Vivan home that day, there was an air of nervousness tinged with excitement at Eden Garden. Dikshant was suddenly alert as it dawned on him that he was staring at the point of no return!

 

When Priya had first shared the plan of kidnapping somebody for ransom, Dikshant had baulked for an instant, according to the police. But he too saw the ‘merit’ in this shortcut to acquire money in an instant. He wanted to erase his debts as soon as possible.

 

At 5 p.m., Priya asked Dikshant to call Lakshya to their Eden Garden flat. At this point, Lakshya had no clue what was about to unfold that evening. Priya primed them with drinks and ganja. Soon, they were high and happy. At approximately 6 p.m., Priya messaged Dushyant, setting in motion the dastardly plan. She told him that she would meet him below Bhaskar Pulia, Tonk Road at around 7.30 p.m.

 

Dushyant was back from work and relaxing when the call came in. He sprang up for a shower and started getting dressed. His wife, Bittu, found this rather unusual because once her husband returned home from work, he usually didn’t go out again.

 

‘Kahan ja rahe ho?’ (Where are you going?) Bittu asked him. Dushyant avoided looking his wife in the eye and hurriedly said, ‘Urgent kaam hai’ (There is urgent work) as he slipped into his Nike sneakers.

 

‘Nikki beta, what work do you have in the night? You have just come back home!’

 

Rameshwar joined in the conversation. Dushyant’s pet name was Nikki. Even his father thought that this was unusual behaviour.

 

Dushyant realized he had to make a credible excuse to get his family off his back. And so he did. ‘One of the company vehicles carrying sand from the river has been seized by the police. You know how the police keep targeting mining companies . . .’

 

That seemed to do the trick. And for good measure, he added, ‘I will be back in an hour.’

 

‘Papa, I am taking your car.’ With that, at 7 p.m. on 2 May 2018, Dushyant walked out of his Shivpuri Extension home in Jaipur for the final time. He got into his father’s Hyundai i10 and drove off.

 

Priya knew their lives were about to change forever. She had already manifested the riches and money that the scamwould bring them. She was very proud of the way she had handled Vivan so far, the way she had seduced him, kept him dangling and convinced him she wasn’t after his money. This was going to be her lottery ticket—the biggest payload. She called him up to ensure he was on his way. Dushyant was excited. On his way, he stopped at a medical store and bought a packet of condoms. He then stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of red wine. He wanted the night to be as romantic as possible. Priya called him up again.

 

‘Yes, yes, I am on my way.’ Hearing this, Priya left her flat at approximately 7 p.m. for the rendezvous. While Priya was gone, Dikshant narrated the plan to
Lakshya. Lakshya was immediately nervous and did not want to get involved, ‘We will let him go, right? After we get the money?’

 

Priya had hatched a new story for Lakshya. She had tutored Dikshant to tell Lakshya that this ‘target’ was a man who was harassing and troubling her, and therefore they would extract money from him as punishment. Dikshant assured him it was going to be a simple operation.

 

‘We will keep him hostage and demand a ransom. Once we receive the money, we will let him go . . .’

 

Lakshya relaxed a bit.

 

Meanwhile, at approximately 7.45 p.m., Priya called up Vivan aka Dushyant, giving him directions as to where she was waiting. When Dushyant picked her up, both were excited to see each other. Dushyant was excited in anticipation of the passionate night that lay ahead, while Priya was excited about the money she would have within the next few hours!

 

Priya sat in the car and smiled at Dushyant, who seemed unable to hide his excitement.

 

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Transform Your Sleep in Just 21 Days – Here’s How!

Struggling to get a good night’s sleep? In The Satvic Revolution, authors Subah and Harshvardhan show you how quality sleep can be a game-changer for your health. With their simple, practical tips, you’ll learn how to ‘sleep like a baby’ and wake up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. Ready to recharge your body and mind?

Read this exclusive excerpt and find out how!

The Satvic Revolution
The Satvic Revolution || Subah Saraf, Harshvardhan Saraf

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From the dinosaurs to the apes, from a fish to a bumblebee, Every species that has ever been studied engages in me.

 

To repair, restore and recharge is my life’s main purpose.
Without me, the world would be nothing short of a circus.

 

I come to you every night, a little after the sun goes to bed, I bring with me the moon and the stars, which in the sky I widely spread.

 

I am the one who makes your eyelids heavy, and your mouth open in a yawn,
After all, I don’t have much time with you, as I have to depart before dawn.

 

My hope is to have you with me in the hours that are prime,
So I can energize your mind, and refill your body’s batteries for the next day’s climb.

 

You spend with me more time than you spend eating,
Yet in your school and college, I was a subject quite fleeting.

 

Learn about me and you’ll find great miracles in store,
Neglect my lessons, and chaos & destruction may knock at your door.

 

You can’t miss me for too long, even if you try,
Can you take a guess, who am I?

 

Answer: Sleep

 

Here’s a question for you: If you were blessed with a long life, living up to the age of ninety, how much of your time would you have spent sleeping?

 

Pause. Take a deep breath and think about your answer.

 

Well, it would be close to thirty YEARS!

 

In other words, we spend almost one-third of our lives sleeping!

 

We find this a bit ironic. We dedicate one-third of our lives to this one activity, but rarely do we stop and think about its quality. Rarely do we stop and think about how we could improve it.

 

Well, this chapter is here to change that. In the next pages, not only will you become aware of what exactly happens inside your body while you’re asleep, but you will also learn how to reap all its benefits without compromising on your work time, family time or ‘me’ time.

 

Allow us to introduce you to habit three—’Sleep Like a Baby’. Why ‘like a baby’? Well, because they have the best and the deepest sleep. Have you ever observed a baby or a child sleeping so soundly that even if moved from the couch to the bed in the night, he/she would find out only in the morning? That’s how deep their sleep is! Now, of course, as adults we cannot replicate their depth of sleep, but, even if we are able to achieve sleep close to that, we would accelerate our path to peak health and joy.

 

Overloading the Brain with Information before Sleep

 

When we scroll through Instagram, Facebook or any social media, our minds get bombarded with content.Here’s something interesting that Jim Kwik, the author of Limitless shares: we now consume as much data in a day as an average person in the fifteenth century would have absorbed in an entire lifetime!

 

What’s worse is that much of this data exposure happens right before we sleep. In other words, we overload our minds with an unrestricted bombardment of information when it should really be winding down for rest. What happens as a result? Afterwards, our body may sleep, but our mind remains active.

 

Have you ever experienced that the last thought you had before sleeping continues to generate random thoughts throughout the night? For example, watching a late-night horror movie often leads to a nightmarish dream, or if you happen to stalk someone on social media just before bed, their presence may find its way into your dreams. I must confess that I’ve encountered this phenomenon frequently, as you may recall from my rather bizarre dream in the
previous chapter. But why does this happen? Because the last visual or audio input we expose our minds to before sleep leaves an impression that we carry forward with us to our sleep.

 

Regrettably, many of us go to sleep after watching world news or dramatic TV shows that showcase chaos, and families and homes breaking apart. What we don’t realize is that we take this emotional residue (the lust, greed, jealousy, hatred, pain and fear) with us into our sleep. This not only keeps our minds on high alert, preventing us from sinking into deep sleep, but also makes that negativity seep into our subconscious mind.

 

In essence, how deeply you sleep at night depends largely on how you spend the last one hour before sleep.

 

Now that we’ve discussed how gadgets get in the way of achieving deep sleep, let’s look at what we can do instead in that last one hour before sleep.

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Here’s Why Ignoring Your Dreams Could Be Your Biggest Mistake

Ever think about how the little things we often ignore can actually lead to big success? The Power of Ignored Skills by Manoj Tripathi shows how these overlooked skills have led to amazing discoveries and achievements. Through real stories and easy-to-understand examples, this book reveals how paying attention to these hidden talents can make a huge difference in your life. Curious to know more?

Read this excerpt and see how these skills might just be the secret to your success!

The Power of Ignored Skills
The Power of Ignored Skills || Manoj Tripathi

 

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“Dream is not that which you see while sleeping; it is something that does not let you sleep.”
– Dr. Abdul Kalam

 

Dreams of achieving something help in aligning all efforts in that direction. Dreams motivate, inspire, improve, and help you achieve any goal. Dreaming for a significant purpose is essential, and it can even change the course of your entire life.

 

Henry Ford said, “Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t – you are right.” Therefore, if you believe in your dream or not, you are right.

 

Let me share how Martin Luther King Junior inspired people against racism.

 

5. 1 Martin Luther King, Jr. and his Dream

In the fifties and sixties, there was a growing demand for equality in the United States. African-Americans were discriminated based on their skin colour. Martin Luther King, Jr. started civil disobedience to protest against discrimination.

 

In 1964, he addressed the people of the USA against racism and discrimination; he used the power of a dream to inspire millions of black people.

 

The excerpt of his famous speech is:

I have a dream, that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed – we hold these truths to be selfevident: that all men are created equal. I have a dream that one day, on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day, even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice, and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream, that my four little children, will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its Governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream, that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

 

This speech from Martin Luther King, Jr. is known as one of the excellent speeches in human history.

 

Steve Jobs is known for his famous saying “Dream bigger”, and he preached on it. He conquered the epitome of success, with his big dreams. He perfected a blend of dedication, and hard work to accomplish his dream. The initial dream of providing a computer in every person’s hands is what inspired him, and all of Apple.

 

5.2 Walt Disney and his Dream

Walt Disney had said, “If you can dream it, you can do it.” He was a dreamer from an early age. Having said that, dreaming alone is not going to help, you also need passion.

 

Walt Disney did not achieve success easily. He was fired from his job of newspaper editor because, as per his boss, “he lacked imagination and had no good ideas.” When he was jobless, Disney formed an animation company, which ultimately went bankrupt. Still, it was his dream of incorporating the best amusement park, that kept pushing him, and finally, he got success.

 

Have you ever heard about a person, who didn’t have a clue concerning what they wanted in their life, yet became highly successful? Of course not. The dream acts as a compass, provides the direction that we should travel towards.

 

We have plenty of examples of dreamers succeeded despite adverse conditions like Napoleon, who despite having humble parentage, went on to become an emperor. Beethoven composed some of the most celebrated music, even after losing hearing ability. English novelist, Charles Dickens, was born in poverty, and never left his dream of becoming a novelist.

 

Do you have a dream, which does not allow you to sleep?

 

If yes, you will achieve success in fulfilling that dream.

 

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The Incredible Story of How Lord Shiva Came to Be

Discover the fascinating story of how Lord Shiva came to be—a tale filled with mystery and contradictions. Shiva is known for his unique role as both a destroyer and a protector. His journey through the Vedic scriptures is full of unexpected twists. Read this excerpt from Shiva by Nityanand Charas Das to explore the lesser-known details of his origins and see what makes him truly remarkable.

Shiva
Shiva || Nityanand Charan Das

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The divine Sage Vyasa wrote Vedic scriptures, such as the Vedas, Puranas, Upanishads, Mahabharata and the Vedanta Sutra, and if a person goes through all of them, he might get confused about the origin of Lord Shiva. The Shiva Purana describes him as the supreme and the Vishnu Purana describes Lord Krishna/Lord Vishnu as the supreme. Why such contradictions? Wouldn’t it have been easier if he just made things crystal clear? After all, there cannot be many Supremes.

Let us understand why the puranic versions differ in some aspects.

 

Firstly, we have to understand that the Vedic scriptures are reciprocal in terms of the level of consciousness of the seeker.
Lord Krishna says in the Bhagavad Gita (4.11):

 

ye yetha maam prapadyante,
tams tathaiva bhajame aham

‘As all surrender to me, I will reward accordingly.’

 

Here, what does the reward refer to? It can be many things.

 

In the Bhagavad Gita (7.21–23), Lord Krishna describes the system of demigod worship:

yo yo yam yam tanum bhaktah
shraddhayarchitum icchati
tasya tasyacalam shraddham
tam eva vidadhamy aham

 

‘I am in everyone’s heart as the supersoul (paramatma). As soon as one desires to worship heavenly deities, I ensure their faith becomes steady, enabling them to devote themselves to that particular deity.’

 

How does He ensure this? There are many ways:

 

1.To begin with, as a supersoul in everyone’s heart, He encourages whatever inclination a person has towards a particular devata (celestial god).

2. Secondly, He also arranges for them to associate with others who are worshipping that particular deity.

3. Thirdly, He also provides scriptures that glorify that particular devata.

 

Matsya Purana, the oldest Purana, states that the eighteen Puranas are classified into three modes:
1. The mode of goodness,
2. The mode of passion and
3. The mode of ignorance.

 

The ones in the mode of goodness recommend the worship of Lord Vishnu, those in passion recommend the worship of Lord Brahma and those in ignorance recommend the worship of Lord Shiva.

 

Why is such a distinction made? All the people in this world are under the influence of three modes, which decide the levels of faith and intelligence they are born with. Each mode is characterized by a particular set of qualities and faults. Depending on which mode is binding an individual from his past life, he is attracted to a particular type of worship.

 

Shri Vyasa, an expert teacher, understood this and wanted to elevate each individual to the highest understanding. He concluded that just as we do not have the
same book for all standards in an educational institution, it was not practical to have only one scripture for all. So, he compiled different scriptures and categorized them. This way, each person could start some sort of worship, even if it was not the highest form of worship. And if they remained sincere in their practice, they would gradually evolve and achieve the highest understanding as well.

 

Thus, if someone, based on his past faith, is attracted to the worship of a particular personality, a scripture will describe that personality as supreme to increase the person’s faith in him. The hope is that the person will get connected to the Vedic path in some way and advance to spiritual realization, which is the ultimate goal of human life.

 

As far as the origin of Lord Shiva is concerned, depending on which Puranas one refers to, there are different descriptions. This is because, at least from the perspective of the seeker or worshipper, reality is state-specific. It’s not that the Shiva Purana will describe Lord Vishnu as supreme, although Lord Vishnu is described as a very important person. The Shiva Purana will focus on describing Lord Shiva as the supreme. Why? Because that is the way the faith of the Lord Shiva worshippers will be enhanced. This also involves describing the origin in a particular way—the Shiva Purana will not explicitly talk about how Lord Shiva is subordinate to Lord Vishnu because that is how the faith of the worshipper is preserved.

 

Since all the information about spiritual subjects must come from the scriptures, the opinion of Sage Vyasa (who compiled all the Vedic literature) is to be considered the final word. He compiled the four Vedas, eighteen Puranas, 108 Upanishads and Vedanta Sutra (Vedanta means ‘the conclusion or the end of all knowledge’). He also compiled the longest poem in the world—the Mahabharata. Still not satisfied, he also wrote the Bhagavat Purana, which he describes as the natural commentary on Vedanta Sutra.

 

Shrimad Bhagavat Purana is the conclusion of the message of all scriptures. Thus, logically, if we want to know how Lord Shiva originates, we should primarily focus on the Bhagavatam.

 

Also in this regard, the Skanda Purana mentions:

 

shiva-shastresu tad grahyam bhagavac-chastra-yogi yat paramo vishnur evaikas taj jnanam moksha sadhanam shastranam nirnayas tv esas tad anyan mohanaya hi iti.

 

‘Accept the verdict of the Shiva-Sastras (like Shiva-Purana etc.) as long as it is in line and accordance with the conclusions of Bhagavat-Sastras (Shrimad Bhagavatam) because there is only one Supreme, Lord Visnu, the knowledge of whom is the only means for liberation. This is the conclusion of all the revealed
scriptures, and anything else other than this conclusion is meant only for the bewilderment of people in general.

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Why His Holiness the Dalai Lama Says Compassion is the Only Solution!

In a world full of conflict, The Book of Compassion by Nobel Peace Prize winners His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Kailash Satyarthi offers a message of hope. It shows why compassion is essential, not just as a virtue, but as a key to survival and change in our connected world.

Read this excerpt to find your way towards a kinder, more compassionate way of living.

 

The Book of Compassion
The Book of Compassion || His Holiness the Dalai Lama, Kailash Satyarthi, Pooja Pande

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Children, Choice and Compassion

 

His guest, of course, is nothing if not a man of action. ‘These ideas have to be put into practice on the ground’, he says, speaking of how they came to evolve for him, ‘I gave up my career in 1980 and I started finding solutions to the problem of misery and exploitation of children. I realized that the people who are exploiting children are not my enemies. They are sick somewhere, and I have to solve their problem as well. If I am compassionate towards that child, I am equally compassionate towards the exploiter. He just has a different problem. And we have to solve the problem through compassion.’

 

The Dalai Lama agrees, ‘All these troublemakers come from society only. And society only talks about material values, never (about) inner values.’ He says in an appeal steeped in science, ‘All the destructive emotions are very much based on appearances, and quantum physics also says that nothing exists as it appears. Quantum physics says that physical objects do not have their own absolute nature. Things do not exist as they appear to our perception.

 

He pauses and adds, ‘. . . effort to reduce negative emotion is very scientific’.

Kailash Satyarthi continues the train of thought: ‘We are all born with compassion. There is a seed, a spark of compassion and that is human instinct, human nature; it is biological. But then the new identities begin. Knowledge is imposed in the name of competition, fear and insecurity and it all gets very magnified.’

 

His Holiness adds, ‘The (education) system is useful but not complete.’ He speaks more about the missing elements: ‘We human beings have five sensorial consciousnesses, but the dominant force of this sensorial consciousness is mental consciousness. Modern education mainly deals with the sensorial level. It is kindness that brings peace, happiness and calm at the mental level. Mental consciousness is the sixth mind. The “chit” besides the five senses or organs’.

 

He makes an allusion to the practice of the Buddhist meditation tradition Vipassana and Kailash Satyarthi interjects the mood with some light-heartedness, ‘Please always look at her as she is the Vipassana person’, he says, gesturing at his wife of many years, Sumedha ji, ‘She used to do it and I never did!’

 

His Holiness seems to continue in a sombre mood: ‘We are facing a lot of problems in the world. Manmade problems’. With the familiar sense of mischief, not one to let the humour in a room fizzle out, he adds, ‘and in some cases, a “lady-made problem”.’ Bellows of laughter echo in response.

 

Kailash Satyarthi brings up the story of the infant Dalai Lama perched on his mother’s shoulders, directing her movements in tandem with his childhood whimsies, which has His Holiness nodding and smiling, ‘My mother, very kind.’

 

Talk of childhood nudges Kailash Satyarthi to share a favourite story from the epics: ‘When Sudama knocked at his door, Krishna didn’t tell his guard to attend to it. Krishna himself came down all the way and ran and greeted him. That was respect and love. Similarly, you cannot be a friend of a child until and unless you are ready to come down, as Krishna came down all the way from his throne to the field to hug Sudama. You have to give up your egos and break those barriers. So people like us—me, not us—who have some ego, who have some knowledge and all kinds of ideas and so many complications because of the conditioning of our brain through education . . . we have to try to give that up. If we are friendly to children, then we are friendly to the future. We have to learn to be with the child, respect the child and nurture a tendency to learn from the child—learning purity, learning simplicity.’

 

His Holiness vehemently agrees, ‘Yes, young children don’t care who is from another religion or other nationality—they play together. If you ask five-year-old children, ‘Do you prefer smiling face or angry face?’, they will say, ‘smiling face!’ So this is just nature. And that is, as the scientists say, that basic human nature
is more compassionate.’

 

The Dalai Lama too makes the argument against conditioning: ‘Once they join education . . . there is a lack of the oneness of humanity and the value of education only talks of material values. So the basic human nature becomes thinner and thinner. He circles back to the discussions of Day One: ‘A revolutionary education system should be there, and we should not expect (it to come) from some other country, particularly not the United States, too complicated!’

 

Kailash Satyarthi adds the gory facts: ‘In a number of countries, the number of soldiers is greater than the number of teachers. The number of weapons is greater than the number of books and toys. The number of military camps is greater than the number of schools. So this is the world we have created, Your Holiness, where only four-and-a-half days of global military expenditure ($22 billion) can take care of the education of all children in the world.’ He pauses and repeats, shaking his head, ‘Just four-and-a-half days . . .’

 

His Holiness offers comfort and hope in return: ‘I think let us concentrate here, in this country.’ He paints a picture of the future that he can already see: ‘After ten years, fifteen years, the world will see—“Oh! India has a unique education system.” And then more and more people will come.’

 

‘You see,’ he says, smiling back at Kailash Satyarthi and everyone in the room, ‘we are not talking about Nirvana or next life or God . . . but simply (about) how to build a happy family, a happy community and finally, a happy world.

 

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The Manglik Curse: Will it Stop Avni from Meeting ‘The Right Guy’?

What would you do if fate kept bringing you back to the one who got away? In The Right Guy, author Tarun Vikash spins a heartfelt tale of missed opportunities, unexpected reunions, and the courage to finally say what’s in your heart.

Read this exclusive excerpt where Dhruv and Avni face the harsh realities of love, family, and the courage it takes to hold on to the one who matters most.

The Right Guy
The Right Guy || Tarun Vikash

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A Week Later

 

I reached Chennai.

 

Avni’s mom had asked me to meet her urgently. I was really nervous. Avni had not told me anything. She just said that something had happened at Bala’s wedding because of which her mom and dad were really upset. I’m already scared of Avni’s dad. I reached Avni’s home and Uncle opened the door. He looked at me angrily and went inside to his room. Aunty immediately came to the door and welcomed me in.

 

‘Dhruv, I think you are aware of what happened at Bala’s wedding,’ Avni’s mom said.

 

‘I don’t understand, Aunty. What happened?’

 

‘Look, we know Avni likes you and even you like her. But it will be good if you stopped meeting her from today onwards.’

 

‘Amma, please don’t talk to him like that,’ Avni interrupted.

 

Avni, let me talk, please.’

 

‘Aunty, did I make any mistake? I am sorry if I have hurt anyone,’ I said.

 

‘It’s not about you, Dhruv. It’s about your family.’

 

‘What happened, Aunty? Did anyone call and say something to you or Uncle?’

 

‘What was the point of getting Avni’s kundli matched with yours at Bala’s wedding, when I haven’t given any approval of your marriage with her?’

 

‘Huh? When did this happen?’

 

‘Ask your sister. She did all this,’ Aunty said. I looked at Avni. She nodded.

 

‘Your sister shamed my daughter in front of all the guests there.’

 

‘But what happened? Avni, at least you tell me,’ I asked.

 

‘Avni is manglik. And, till date, only we knew that. But now, due to your sister, everybody knows. In fact, your sister and Bala’s wife even laughed at Avni.’

 

‘Shreya Didi didn’t laugh, Amma,’ Avni interrupted.

 

‘Do you see my daughter? She’s still defending your sister. But what did your sister do? She made a joke about my daughter in front of so many people. Do you know that the pandit said, in front of everyone, that my daughter is not a good match for you? How do you expect me to feel, Dhruv?’ said Aunty.

 

‘Aunty, I had no idea about all this. I am so sorry, I’ll speak to—’

 

‘Now, all my relatives know about this. This is a gross invasion of our privacy, Dhruv. I didn’t expect this of your family. Does your mom know about this? Do you know how much we are being mocked right now? In our family, everyone has got to know that Avni is a manglik. Now, who will marry her?’ said Aunty.

 

I wanted to say that I would marry her but it was not the right thing to say right now. I was really scared. Why would Didi do something so stupid? Damn.

 

‘Does your mom know about this kundli match?’ Aunty asked me.

 

‘Aunty, I myself got to know about this today. How would Maa know?’

 

‘Check with your sister. She must have already informed your mom as she did to the rest of the world.’

 

‘I am really sorry, Aunty. Didi would not do anything to hurt Avni. This was all a mistake.’

 

‘I am not saying anything to you, Dhruv. Just don’t meet Avni from now on.’ Avni held her mom’s hand tightly.

 

‘We can’t get our daughter married to you. Not today, not ever,’ Aunty said.

 

‘Aunty, I apologize again on behalf of Didi. Everything will be all right. My mom doesn’t care about all this. She already loves Avni so much.’

 

‘That is why your sister made a joke of my daughter. Is it?’

 

‘Aunty, to be frank, everyone in our friends circle knows that Avni and I want to marry each other. Maybe that is why Didi might have asked the pandit to match our kundli.’

 

‘And what about the mockery we are getting from everyone? Do you know what people are saying about my daughter now? We can’t even go to their houses now.’

 

I did not know what to say. I shouldn’t have come alone. I shouldn’t have even come here. Why did you do this, Didi?

 

‘I am sorry, Aunty,’ I said, folding my hands.

 

‘He is still here?’ Uncle entered and spoke to Aunty while looking at me.

 

‘Appa, please,’ Avni said.

 

‘Hi Uncle,’ I said, as I stood up. Uncle did not say a word.

 

‘Tell him not to meet my daughter from now onwards,’ Uncle said.

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The Moment that Changed Everything : Aakash Meets Mr. Khanna

Straight from the writer of Om Shanti Om comes Secrets Within—a thriller that will keep you up all night. Meet Aakash, a visionary architect, who lands a dream project to redesign a grand mansion for the wealthy Mr. Khanna. But behind the mansion’s opulent facade lies a web of secrets and hidden agendas.

 

Read this exclusive excerpt to find out about Aakash’s fate when he meets Mr. Khanna for the first time.

 

Secrets Within
Secrets Within || Mushtaq Shiekh

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Suddenly, the door opened and a well-groomed man, standing at about 6 feet and dressed in a black suit, with neatly combed hair and shiny black shoes, entered the conference room. As he sat down at the other end of the table, Aakash kept looking at the door, waiting for it to work around its hinges to open and close as more people poured in. The door stayed shut. It was just him and the wellgroomed man. The man cleared his throat, alerting Aakash to begin his presentation. The presentation was slightly shaky at the beginning, but Aakash found his confidence as the slides passed. He had forgotten about the swollen cheek, the receptionist and the wall he felt pushed against. The weirder bit came in when the well-groomed man did not respond immediately to the presentation. It took him about fifteen minutes of silence and mental calculations to announce, ‘Good work.’

 

‘So, how do we proceed?’

 

‘We have to meet the boss now. He would like to have a word with you before the contract is signed.’

 

The information surprised Aakash. He said, ‘I thought you were . . .’

 

‘I am not sure how relevant your thoughts are, Mr Aakash. Now if you could kindly follow me,’ said the well-groomed man curtly.

 

Aakash had always had a problem with authority, but he surprised himself by following the man’s instructions. He followed him out of the conference room as he passed by the receptionist, who smiled at him, and got into the lift. The lift stopped and they walked to the office driveway. They waited in silence with Aakash itching to ask questions about their commute. Before he could ask, a limousine pulled over in front of them. Aakash was so intimidated by the size of the car that it left his mouth open. The chauffeur opened the back door of a shiny imported Cadillac for an awestruck Aakash. The luxury interiors of the car gave him goosebumps—the velvet-laden seats were so soft on the skin that it lured him to sleep before he could explore the endless features of the car. His sleep was barely disturbed by the sun as the window shades were pulled up. By the time Aakash woke up, he couldn’t tell where he was. He turned to the left, right and back for a glimpse of the location.

 

It was just a long road with landscaped areas on both sides. Aakash was only able to occasionally spot an old sculpture on the verge of falling apart at sparse distances. Where were they taking him? He frantically looked for identifying markers and found none. An hour later, the driver pulled the door open. Outside, another surprise awaited him. A massive structure from ages ago stood in front of him that could easily pass for a castle from the past. The multi-storey structure had been done with stone, lending to the castle feel. He couldn’t gauge more details from outside as the well-groomed man rushed him into the interiors, where he was further hurried to a lift. Aakash was certain that the flooring was marble and that he had caught sight of a couple of valuable art pieces on the wall. He couldn’t imagine what they intended to do with rebuilding an already magnificent house.

 

The well-groomed man barely gave Aakash any time to enjoy the prized possessions while Aakash had lost count of the doors they passed. A double door opened to a darkly lit room, except for the middle. The billiards table was extremely well-lit from an angular source of light. Aakash heard the noise of the ball hitting the solid wood and falling into a pocket.

 

‘He is here,’ announced the well-groomed man for the benefit of the gentleman who had been playing the game with devout concentration. The man stood
at about 5’ 8’’, had a lean body type and was dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves pulled up and black trousers.

 

‘Hello, Mr Aakash.’

 

‘Hello, Mr Khanna.’

 

‘Been hearing good things about your presentation,’ said Mr Khanna as he arranged his billiard sticks neatly on to the holder.

 

‘Thank you. I would love to show it again to you personally,’ replied Aakash in an eager-to-please voice and reached for his laptop.

 

‘That would not be necessary, Mr Aakash.

 

You should reserve the presentations for the ones who are willing to be pleased by numbers, figures and stats.’

 

Aakash was slightly perplexed.

 

‘Numbers are about profits and losses. What I am looking at is something which falls above profits and losses. I am looking for something for people to
marvel at. Like Gatsby.’

 

‘You have a place that already rivals Gatsby’s, sir.’

 

Mr Khanna chuckled at the compliment. ‘You should reserve your flattery, Mr Aakash.’

 

Aakash felt a little lame at his compliment being shot down mercilessly.

 

‘I am confident that the money offered in the contract is more than what the task demands, so I would like to put forth a caveat before we sign our
contract.’

 

A catch? That sounded bad. A catch has never been a good thing, thought Aakash to himself.

 

‘You will be given our garden area and the terrace that overlooks it to give us an idea of what you are capable of.’

 

That did not sound like a catch. Aakash agreed immediately, ‘Absolutely, sir! I am sure that my work will not leave you looking for another architect.’

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Can Matchmaker Jia Find Her Own Happily Ever After?

When love, family, and ambition intertwine, craziness and magic are bound to follow. In Swati Hedge’s Match Me If You Can, pub owner Jaiman Patil is smitten with journalist Jia Deshpande, who loves to play matchmaker. As their lives get more tangled, Jaiman’s feelings for Jia grow stronger, and her matchmaking efforts start causing chaos. In Mumbai, though, happily-ever-afters are never far away.

 

Read this exclusive excerpt to find out what’s really going on!

 

Match Me If You Can
Match Me If You Can || Swati Hedge

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The Patils’ and Deshpandes’ lives were so intertwined that when the time had come to name Jia, a year after his best friend’s son was born, Papa simply took the first three letters of Jaiman’s name and scrambled them up to create “Jia.”

 

It didn’t stop there. Papa and Mr. Patil became business partners, raking in millions in profits throughout Jia’s and Jaiman’s teen years, until Mr. Patil decided to start something of his own and went to America to set up the new industrial business. That was right around when Jaiman was moving to Pune, a few cities away, for college. After Mr. and Mrs. Patil left, and then Jia too, for journalism school in London, Jaiman became a permanent part of the Deshpande family.
Jia would return to India during winter break to find Jaiman mixing plum cake batter in the kitchen, throwing his head back and laughing at one of Papa’s corny dad jokes. He would pause to check if Mamma’s glass of wine needed refilling, and ask Jia’s sister, Tanu, about her latest legal clients. He’d usher Jia over to the kitchen counter and show her pictures of all his weekend getaways with the Deshpandes, which happened every other Saturday, since his college was only a three-hour drive from Mumbai. It was surprising to see how easily he had made his way into her family’s hearts. So much so that when Mamma’s cancer took her away over five years ago, right after Diwali, after Jia had graduated and returned to Mumbai for good, Papa brought Jaiman along with them to scatter Mamma’s ashes in the sea. When Tanu broke down as those ashes disappeared into the waves, it was Jaiman’s shoulder she cried on.

 

“So how was work today?” Jaiman prodded, and Jia looked up from the tomato sauce dripping from her fork onto the plate.

 

“It was all right.” Jia shrugged as she helped herself to more lasagna. “I pitched the new matchmaking column to my boss last week, but Monica still needs more convincing that I’m the best person to run it.”

 

“Oh, wow.” Jaiman raised a thick brow. “Sounds like a big responsibility. But there’s nothing Jia Deshpande can’t do when she sets her mind to it.” He winked at her before swallowing his next bite.

 

Jia ignored the rush of hormones that flooded her body at his wink and the way his tongue darted out to lick the side of his lip. It was hard to be mad at Jaiman for taking over her life when he was this . . . nice. No wonder everyone in her family loved him.

 

She let out the smallest of sighs and returned to the rest of the lip-smacking lasagna sitting on her plate. “Maybe I’ll make lunch for you tomorrow, Papa,” she mused aloud with the next bite.

 

“The chicken breasts I bought during my last grocery run won’t stay fresh for too long.”

 

Papa shook his head. “Don’t worry, Jaiman used them for lunch today. You should have been there!”

“Yum,” Jia agreed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Papa interrupted her train of thought by speaking up. “Jaiman also took me to the doctor this afternoon. My chest was hurting so bad, I was sure it was a heart attack.”

 

Jia didn’t react. This had happened three times so far. No, not an actual heart attack scare. Papa’s unwarranted trips to the cardiologist.
“But then it turned out it was just gas!” Papa chortled. “Just like last month!”

 

The only person Papa hadn’t seen for his presumed illnesses was a therapist. The one kind of professional who could actually help him, Jia believed. He had kept the grief of Mamma’s death to himself for five long years now, allowed it to manifest in unhealthy ways, like imagined sickness and fretting over every little thing. Perhaps it was his coping mechanism—assume every minor problem was a dangerous illness, so that it could be detected early, unlike Mamma’s cancer.

 

Jia hoped she might, someday, set Papa up with someone wonderful who would ground him into reality and bring him some peace. But knowing her father, knowing how devoted he’d been to Mamma, it was unlikely to happen. Maybe falling in love wasn’t a choice, but working on nurturing that love within a relationship absolutely was. And it was a choice Papa wouldn’t be willing to make with anybody except Mamma.

 

After dinner, as she was putting her plate in the sink—the housekeeper would do the dishes in the morning—Jaiman sidled up beside her, the citrusy scent of his cologne heavy in the air. Jia didn’t understand how a man could smell this good the entire day. It should be illegal. She turned to him, arms folded, trying not to visibly inhale.

 

“Good job on the lasagna.” He grinned at her. “Thanks. I have to get back to the pub now. Do you want to join me? I could use your help taste-testing  some new drinks.”

 

Jia’s gaze went to the wall clock hanging in the living room across from the open kitchen. It was just past ten, and although it would have been smarter to spend the rest of her night brainstorming ways to convince Monica, maybe a cocktail or two wouldn’t
hurt.

 

It was Friday night, after all. “Sure,” she said finally.

 

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