This book is an alternative representation of my thoughts, which have been more comprehensively presented in another of my books Writings @ Ankur Mutreja. I felt the need to publish this book separately to cater to the needs of those readers who don’t have much time to read books. This book is indeed a light reading. The book starts with the chapter entitled Satire, which, as the name suggests, comprises pointed attacks on the societal idiosyncrasies and hypocrisies, albeit mockingly. In the following chapter on Travel Locales, I have reviewed four disparate locations in India, attractive for their own unique appeals: Puducherry, Shillong, Auroville and Agartala. Next is the chapter on Movie Reviews & More. In the past few years, Hindi Cinema or Bollywood has seen many huge revenue collectors competing with the creativities – I don’t think the creativities need to compete with anybody. Only one huge revenue collector Ek Tha Tiger finds place in my list of reviews. I don’t like publishing my frustrations; therefore, if I have written a negative review, the movie must be really pathetic: Love, Sex and Dhoka. Other movies revie...

At the first God made the heaven and the earth. And the earth was waste and without form; and it was dark on the face of the deep: and the Spirit of God was moving on the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God, looking on the light, saw that it was good: and God made a division between the light and the dark, Naming the light, Day, and the dark, Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day....

At the first God made the heaven and the earth.

Complex are the ways of life. Difficult it is to describe them in Black & White. Emotions are many; Words are few. And those who know them are far and few Life is a book of poems; And this is mine. Beautiful or ugly, you determine. ...

Standing frail, she diffused her smell far and wide. Not a man who was not attracted to this beauty of fairies. Not a man who didn’t wish to appropriate her for self. But her misty eyes were still poignant for love. For which vulnerability, the men staged duals a plenty. Yet she remained Virgin, for none had the limbs enough. The luxury of choice she didn't have, But her heart plotted a rebel nevertheless. An evening clouded the Sun of the West. When the sounds of prayer were sent in the air with smell. But the dog the men are, they heard only smell. And she remained Virgin, for none had the ears enough. In the morning of the sun after an endless night of hope. She dreamt of a prince of valor, chivalry and a lovely soul. He came to rescue her from the grip of darkness. And embraced her in his arms with love and dearness. Alas! Her dream broke for it was a day-dream in the Sun. And she remained Virgin, for had she not the eyes enough. . Never did she like the shabby wires inside her head. And gave all credit to her heart, eyes, face and smell. Finally, she turned to her mind in despair for help. And the a...

Virgin No More Love with the Night The Rain Desert Climb Up the Ladder I Met Her He Was Walking In Search of the One The Last Train The Dividing Line | The Seashore ...

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

Grave talk ------------ Don't talk of graves at your tender age Not until your rickety rack is a trembling wreck Till your white-film eyes are all but blind And your toothless head is utterly deaf Until each day blinks and the world is a ghost Till you're grimly emaciated, decrepitly thin Mind overthrown, no recollection of anything Wait until the wake’s wet tears have tried to dry Till living memory is pickled in uisce beatha All pain shrieked out to a hellish banshee rattle Don't talk to me of graves until you're long gone Till clods are covering your coffin-wearing bones And a lyre plucked to softly lament your soul Until the headstone has reached weak anonymity Till its lichen-eaten rock cracks and drops Lengths of grass coiling tight in a strangling coif Don't talk to me of graves at my slender age ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Doubt 5 Dark-sheen skin 6 Rebuke 7 Bird Bomb 8 Oak leaf 9 Grave talk 10 Tempest 11 The vagabond 12 Split-ends 13 Mince 14 Canvas 15 Delivery Mick 16 Dessert? 17 Dublin 18 Immigrating 19 John, 93 20 Leeuwstraat lady 21 A (close) Green 22 Type 24 Bath 25 November, the beat 26 Man molests Molly 28 Met Winter 29 Lights out 30 Opening wine 31 Setting sights 32 A Luas cums into the Green 33 Chimney-pot puff 34 Malin head 35 Hunting happiness 36 The joke 37 Mundane tourist 38 B&B 39 Street dance 40 Stephens Green 41 T...

Libro de poemas

Que é soñar se non se pode retroceder á natureza íntima do soño? Confrontando a ambigüidade baixo o ferinte amencer, non hai cartas de amor fermosas ou algunha certeza de agasallos preciosos. Vivimos da mesma mediocridade, vivimos de parasitar o mundo como sarna nun corpo doente, alentando musas e castelos délficos. Dá-me pan do teu sabor a pel! Dá-me o teu ollar iridescente!...

Libro de poemas

Estou neste lugar e me seduce Que unha ave cante Desde calquera árbore Tendo-me a escoita-la E non teño incerteza

Designed for the discriminating reader who expects a good story, good characters, and above all an aesthetic experience. It's in the language, you know? Contact me at R1234J@hotmail.com...

There goes Le Roi de Soliel rolling down the hill. Like Roy always says: the first thing you do when you open one of these gallon jugs is toss the cap away. Now, he’s tumbling down a dirt path in the Presidio with the lights of The City winking behind and the GGB, a waterfront hack’s “golden”, glistening through the light fog and beckoning dead ahead. Michigan Bob gets to Roy first to make sure the wine is intact, both of them laughing and coughing, a couple of lunatics in the darkness. Just like them to howl at a new moon as now here comes Tex plummeting down the hill to meet them, hoping he can arrest his momentum before he bowls them over like a couple of tenpins needed for a spare. ...

THERE GOES LE ROI DE SOLIEL... AN OLD SCORE THE GOOD PROFESSOR A VISIT TO THE LIBRARY WASHINGTON SQUARE CHANCE ENCOUNTER RELAY THE NATURE OF WORLDS THE EDUCATION OF HENRY APPEL, A NOVELLA...

The table games described in this book are based traditional tables games which have been modified to fit into a fantasy world where the inhabitants use a duodecimal numbering system (Base 12), and for whom the hexagon and numbers which are multiples 6 are of fundamental importance. When developing these table games the aim was to produce games with simple rules (easy to learn) which lead to complex outcomes (hard to master). Or to put this another way games which are non-trivial and require skill to play....

The games described in this book originally started life as part of a novel about the fantasy island of Tarron and the hominoid races (Elstron, Assen, Durns, and Jowr) that inhabited it. Within this fantasy novel The College of Arnur, in the Elstron Kingdom of Westron, played a key role in the story. The College of Arnur can best be described as a cross between a monastery and a university, within which the Table Games described in the first four sections of this book played an important role in the development of the students. The Other Games described in the fifth section were not used formally by The College of Arnur, being games more commonly played in the Castles, Halls, Inns, and Taverns of the Elstron Kingdoms of Westron, Stron, and Eastron. The purpose of this book (Volume 1) is to define the rules of the Elstron Table Games. A second book (Volume 2) will describe how these games evolved, including the games they were developed from and the sources used, along with the story of their historical development and cultural importance within the Elstron Kingdoms. The approach taken in this book (Volume 1) to defining the ru...

Small Board Games Tile Games Card Games Large Board Games Other Games

A simple guideline of how to get the most out of your reading.

The reader must "Come to Terms with the Author."

Kites rise against the wind is a short novel by Premji... The story is set in Surat city of India...

Umfangreicher Bildband über die Anfänge von Arnold Schwarzenegger. Die Stationen von Graz über München, Stuttgart nach London werden ausführlich dokumentiert. Neben den Stätten an denen Arnold Schwarzenegger trainierte, wird auch über sein Engagement bei Special Olympics berichtet. Alle Gemälde des Arnie Malers Helmut Gombocz befinden sich ebenfalls in diesem Bildband....

Über der Tür von Wags Fitnesscenter stand "Here we build men" (Hier werden Männer gemacht) und "Quitters NEVER Win.. Winners never quit!" (Drückeberger gewinnen nie... Gewinner geben nie auf!) - nach diesem Wahlspruch verlief die Karriere von Arnold Schwarzenegger.........

Thal bei Graz Der erste Trainer Graz Stuttgart München London Special Olympics Wanderwege Museum Thal Museum Hotel Paradies Der Arnie-Maler ...

This collection contains five short stories by Jan Willemson (in Estonian).

Külaline Naine Sina Surmapäev Teater

Am căutat să scriu o nuvelă fantastică, alegorică, prin care să evoc figura Sfânatului martir Constantin Vodă Brâncoveanul. Pesonajul care va aduce în prezent evenimentele din acea tulbure perioadă este G., un om obişnuit, dar totodată misterios, a cărui identintate rămane necunoscută: „Numele meu? Nu are nicio importanţă, continuă G. imperturbabil. Cine sunt? Exist în subconştientul fiecăruia. Cum de am atâta influenţă? Sunt mesagerul năzuinţelor de veacuri ale neamului românesc. Ele se găsesc adormite în adâncimile insondabile ale subconştientului colectiv, iar eu am fost chemat să le trezesc. De ce tocmai eu? Am fost iniţiat de rădăcinile duhovniceşti ale neamului. Iniţiala mea? Poate veni de la…“...

Libro de poesía

Penso ás veces que non existo Ou talvez que unha pregunta sen resposta Esconde a mesma postura deshumanizada Moitas cousas andan mal Acaso sen motivo...

Volumul de faţă adună poeme scrise în perioada 2012-2014, stihuri care au fost risipite în varii publicaţii, precum şi în mediul online. De regulă, versurile respectă prozodia clasică, deşi nu acest lucru l-am avut prioritar în vedere. Preocuparea mea majoră a fost aceea de a transmite nedistorsionat mesajul de fond, căutând să aduc în faţa ochilor cititorului imagini poetice izvorâte din abisul unei realităţi interioare mult mai sensibile, mai nobile şi mai demne decât realitatea cotidiană atât de prozaică şi coruptă....

Bunavestire la ceasul de priveghi 3 Nobilul amurg 4 Cercul interzis 5 Stropi de noapte 7 Inorogul îndrăgeşte fecioara 8 Descântec vinovat 9 Poemul iubirilor târzii 10 În dulcea datină stăveche 11 Himera nopţii 12 Cuvânt lăuntric 13 În aşteptarea unicornului 14 Sibila Eritreea 15 Inorogii din visele care plâng 16 Veşnicul surghiun 17 Pe rugul clipei care se destramă 18 Nobilul Poem 19 Gândurile mi-s frunze înveşmântate-n ploi... 20 Ochii îmi sunt o turmă care pasc din stele... 21 O noapte hibernală... 22 Agonie cu maci 23 Nobila chemare 24 Plecarea din cuvânt 25 De iubeşti... 26 Trezeşte-te, frumoasă doamnă, din mirare... 27 Poemul femeii 28 Arvuna nopţii 29 Vinovaţi de lumină, îngerii 30 Spitalul de sentimente 31 Întoarcerea în amintiri 32 Dincolo de Prut 33 ...

Am căutat să zugrăvesc o icoană de cuvinte duhovniceşti. la care sper să poposească, ca la o troiţă aflată la la răspântii, cât mai multi drumeţi. Cartea "Poarta Raiului" am perceput-o ca un neîntrerupt poem, ca o chemare la rugăciune şi reculegere. În aceste vremuri de adâncă îngrijorare faţă de agresiunea învăţăturilor eretice, dreptmăritorii creştini vor găsi în smerita lucrare o portiţă care va sta mereu deschisă celor care vor să intre intru folosul sufletului....

Epitaf 1 Poarta Raiului 2 Rugăciune către ingerul păzitor 4 Ascultă cum cânta Biserica Vie ! 5 Rugăciune bisericească ce se spune la necazuri şi supărări, în stihuri 8 Rugăciunea Sfântului Ciprian, în stihuri 10 Crăciun sfânt 15 E iaraşi Crăciunul 16 Rugăciunea Prodromiţa, în stihuri 18 Drumeţ pe cărarea rugăciunii 22 Rugăciune pentru ocrotire 23 Ocrotire 25 Înviere la dumnezeiasca liturghie bizantină 26 Nebănuite stihuri, cuvânt de colindă 28 Rugăciune la timp de boală, în stihuri 30 Stihuitorii lui Hristos 33 Haideţi să mai credem în Iisus Hristos! 35 Sfânta dreptmăritoare 37 Cuviosului 38 Mai cred copiii noştri într-o minune? 40 Noapte sfântă 42 Dulcea mea veşnicie 43...

This story takes place in a small town in Arkansas. It is aimed at Late Middle Graders.

Despite how bad things appear, there is always help available if you look hard enough.

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

The Butt --------- Don't forget the butt Do you feel sorry for it? Shake your head sadly at its down-trodden looks So abused, now frayed and thrown away But observe the lipstick on its collar It has felt the embrace of a woman Or some painted lips Has been ignited: set on fire with desire Has been loved – however briefly Has been longingly handled, touched: caressed Sucked on wantonly Pulled into a heaving chest It lies now, not looking the best: broken Its core crudely, publicly, exposed Its heart torn open Used and tarred, then discarded Look at that butt Feel your pity But remind yourself It has known more life and love than most in this city ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Car conch 5 Canal, early morning 6 Wind and demon 7 The Butt 8 Playthings 9 History 11 Wet drive 12 Silhouette street 13 Hug 14 The key 15 Steeple 16 Love sleeps 17 Rush 18 Lost scobe 20 A miracle at Michaels 21 Delusion 22 Searching for words 23 Mawes 24 This face 25 She puzzled 26 Finding his fun 27 Olive 29 Street-sweeper 30 Fire waking 31 Collectables 32 Beating my boundaries 33 Coffee quiff 34 Bite 35 The sparkling raspberry 36 In search of sin 37 Beautiful Slant 38 Burning morning 39 Wait at the Tate 40 Stifled life 41 Knee pop 42 Miserable weather 43 Mate of fate 44 Old Dublin anew 45 A ma 47 Dublin city marathon 48 ...

...A cycle of poems of yes and no, rumors of life dancing on this islet sphere riding the blind career of outward motion. These rhymes are threnodies and hosannas among nurseries and crypts, hummings to fright hants habiting dingy trails through a wilderness, attempts to stay awhile this side the lichgate by becoming a gossip for the ineffable. They are a literary aesthetic concerning the quicksilver bric-a-brac on the shelves of this what-not of becoming, a naming of smoke, a grasping at echoes, that I might hide in posterity's pocket another day, another night, beyond the terrible hunger of the past's insatiable forgetting. They are wild habits of reluctance. ...

Agent Frank Nicola Stein works for the Department of Energetic Intelligence as an undercover investigator that spies on miracles of periodic occurrence - The Garden of Eden. Join Agent Stein as he snoops on the rise of the most brilliant people in the world. Then watch as his own life takes a turn down a path of depression that stirs up a Rapture of successful mistakes....