Front page News in the highly read newspaper Maharashtra Times

Maharashtra Times, the highly read Marathi Newspaper, says I live for you is already a hit before its launch! The Launch will be on 14th Day of December at Kitabkhana. Official announcement will be done soon. If you haven't grabbed the book yet, follow the link-
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Interview in Rainbow Times, Lucknow

1-      Q1-How was the journey from a French teacher to an author?

  Ans: This journey was a very crucial part of my life. Since, I was not a full time employee of any organisation, I was able to pen down “I Live for You..”. Otherwise it would have not been possible. I had started teaching much before I completed my graduation. And the expeience was more fun than what I expected.

2-what were the main things  you kept in mind-while writing  ‘I live for you’.

Ans: There aren’t any special things that I kept in my mind. However, I made it a point that I do not write anything that would be very sensitive or hurt any person.

3.    Do you really think that people already in commiited in a relationship fall in love again?

Ans: Why not? But, circumstances must be observed. You can’t simply fall in love with another man or woman just because of his or her looks when you still have a loving and caring partner. Also, if a person goes through such a situation in his or her life, it is necessary that you make confessions before it is too late and do not keep your partner in dark. In I Live for You.., Aaditya and Shria too do the same. They waste no time in 

confessing Varun and Payal about their relationship.

     

4-Who motivates you to write this novel ?

     Ans: Breakups and divorces which are so rampant nowadays have certainly motivated me to pen down “I Live for You..” People do not give a second thought and end up their beautiful relationships.  As said many times, “I Live for You..” will work as a prescription for broken hearts. It was very recent that I received a message on facebook from a fan who said that my book is the survivor of her relationship with her husband. I was simply satisfied. 

     5-IT is easy to teach French or it is easy to write novel ?

    Ans: Teaching and writing are both challenging. You need preparation for both these activities. For me, since I have more experience in teaching I would say that it is comparatively easier. But, writing is pure fun. It is a stress reliever for me.

     

6-what are the changes that have come in your life after becoming author ?

Ans: There are many changes that have come in my life. People appreciate my efforts as I have brought “I Live for You..” at such a young age. I have become more conscious regarding what is happening around. I can also sense that I am slowly turning into a public figure, thus I must stay calm and unwavering. The way my readers have welcomed me and accpted my work is commendable. I always believe that whatever marketing plans, strategies , etc., you adopt, it is always mouth publicity that makes you strong. I am fortunate that I am getting great reviews from my readers  across the country. Thank you so much!

This was the best day of my life! Had so much at Radio Mirchi 98.3 FM studio. With RJ Jeeturaaj! Well it was a total fun conversation. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dn6p5evViQQ

Listen to it here-
http://f.cl.ly/items/200J2F103y453r1X1W0K/Jeeturaj!.mp3

Happy Diwali!!

Diwali is one of the biggest festival of Hindus, celebrated with great enthusiasm and happiness in India. The festival is celebrated for five continuous days, where the third days is celebrated as the main Diwali festival or 'Festival of lights'. Different colorful varieties of fireworks are always associated with this festival.

On this auspicious day, people light up diyas and candles all around their house. They perform Laxmi Puja in the evening and seek divine blessings of Goddess of Wealth. The festival od Diwali is never complete without exchange of gifts. People present diwali gifts to all near and dear ones.

For all Hindu people, the festival holds an imperative meaning since the festival is reckoned with Lord Rama's victory as the King of Ayodhya after his return to the kingdom from 14 years of exile along with his wife Sita & brother Laxman after killing the demon, King Ravana. The festival is celebrated by lighting diyas and candles to drive away the darkness of Amavasya.

This Diwali

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Prahar Newspaper

Coverage in one of the leading and well known paper Prahar, made my Diwali even more fabulous. Loving it!!! "A great welcome to Miss. Dhanashri Kadam, in English literature." states the article. 

Afternoon Voice Newspaper

The newspaper Afternoon Voice states that they chose to cover my book's article as it has the potential to stand out alone in the market. Being a debutante, it is not very easy to survive when there are other experienced authors already. Striving my way to success!!

Instant Shayri...

Is kadar mohabbat hogi tujhse

Socha na tha..

Par abh is rooh pe

Tera hi basera hai..

Jannat se mila mujhe ae Khuda

Jab kaha maine..

Tasveer teri usne mujhe

Tofeh mein di hai..

Take me with you..

Take me with you

Wherever you go…

In the brights or the shadows

However low…

I find solace

When I can hear

 Your heart beat

It gives me a reason

To find myself in the beneath

Alone, otherwise,

I may not survive

Thus, my love

Take me with you

Wherever you go…

In the radiances or darks

However low…

I Live for You..

                                        All alone in this world of mine,

                                       Not a care for the world have I...

                                     Only you keep my eyes open wide,

                                                ...Yes, it’s true

                                              I LIVE FOR YOU…

….In the city of Dreams….lived Shria and Aaditya…..they become friends by chance….turn into good friends….and then....they commit a MISTAKE….they fall in love with each other when already in a relationship with two different people….

                So what will they do?...Will they confess it to their respective partners???...And if they do so….Will they stay happy forever???....Will their love be able to sustain any catastrophe that comes in their way???...Will they allow Destiny to lead their lives???....Or will their LOVE simply end???....One thing is however confirm, their lives are full of astonishing surprises…

“I Live for You…” is a tender love story of Aaditya and Shria which was planned by Destiny, but goes through an unpredicted twist in the tale.

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SHRIA...from the novel "I Live for You.."

Shria's character from my novel I live for you  is the most well described person in the book...
Well to begin with, Shria is just like any other girl, modern yet superstitious at times, ambitious, thinker and irritating(when it comes to fight with anyone specially Aaditya):p
She is: Dominating...Immature...Always in Doubt:p...For Shria it is difficult to tr

ust someone easily(she at times becomes too hyper if she finds Aaditya's call on waiting mode :D)
When she wants to meet Aaditya, it becomes difficult for her to understand that Engineering Practicals are way different from any Commerce Maths Practicals!!!:p:p
Possessive to the core can suffocate one!!!!!
Shria is absolutely pampered by her parents but she will never hurt anyone purposely(until the person comes in her way!)...
However.....She is bold , strong, knows what she wants, clear with her thoughts, committed, dedicated and loyal at the same time.... 

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Where there is a will...There is a Way

I recently read a masterpiece, a book called “Not without my Daughter”, written by Betty Mahmoody with William Hoffer. It is based on the real life story of Betty and her daughter Mahtob. It showed how she succeeded in returning to the States after being captured by her Iranian husband in Tehran for one and a half years. Betty and Mahtob followed only one tenet that is ‘Where there is a will there is a way!’
From where did they get so much energy? What helped them to keep themselves so calm and patient? How they kept their hope intact throughout the process?
The answer is Optimism. The word with synonyms like hopefulness, cheerfulness, confidence, brightness etc. Its meaning itself evokes a positive energy in the minds of individuals. Optimism is the temperament or tendency of believing that any activity will result into the most favorable condition. It is a belief which states that goodness ultimately predominates over the evil in the world.
“The Secret” written by Rhonda Byrne, explains a much related concept. The positive energy and vibes are attracted by the way of our thinking. Our mind actually shapes the world around us. The more optimism we bring in our thoughts, the chances of gaining success increases. The book also says that we are like a human transmission tower, the more victories we expect, the more we should try to change the frequency of our thoughts.
“Agar kisi cheez ko…Dil se chaaho… Toh puri kaynath tumhe usey milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai!!”
The above written phrase, a dialogue from one of the Bollywood Blockbusters, has an overwhelming profound meaning. It too explains that if we wish for something honestly and if we keep a positive attitude throughout the process then the entire Universe starts working for us, so that we can achieve it.
Thus, I would like to conclude saying that, adding optimism to our lives will certainly result in our betterment. We should remember that this world is certainly a better place to live in, removing all the cynical thoughts out of our mind and following one of the best mantras for success- Optimism.

We Can't

The things we do
The things we pray
We can’t blame others
For anything we say…

We love, we hate
It’s all written in our fate
But we can’t blame others
For our mind’s state…

No one gives us joy
Neither gives us sorrow
Never gives anything
And zero he takes
We only suffer
Because of our mistakes,
And we can’t blame others
For our own state…

My Love is True...

Though the feelings are new…
And the words are few…
My love for you is very true…
I never loved this life before,
As much as I do now…
Someone has changed me so much
That I wonder how?
All the things are beautiful
The thoughts so touching…
I wish it always remains in the same state…
But suddenly a dark cloud arose,
And made me realise that he is not a part of my fate
I broke into parts and my heart cried,
As it was so early
That the happiness dried…
But still I will never lose the hope
As every dark cloud has a silver lining,
And wait for my turn, to prove…
That though the words are few,
My love is true….

I Love my Pet...

I woke to the ringing of the broken old alarm. Although I could sleep more by banging the head of that ringing device, amma's horrible laughs did not allow me to do that. She found it very funny to see my startled face everyday. Badi Mem had given that alarm clock to amma so that she could reach Haveli on time. Amma too was lazy like me. I knew she used to run to the Haveli much before the time as I used to force her to tie my long black hair in two plats. How lazy one can be, I wondered!
The summer had begun. My school that I detested was closed for two months. Vaccations were the most glorious days of my life. I felt like a bird. A free bird who can stretch its wings long aside, feel the breeze on the face and swirl in the open blue sky. How delightful! My day started at noon. Most of my time used to pass on the fields with appa. I used to meet Chandra my best friend, a little goat, that used to get jolly by my sight. Under appa's supervision I used to hold the small Chandra and take her to wander in the fields. Despite of the tremondous heat me and Chandra never lost the zeal to rome aimlessly. Chandra belonged to Sham anna but he never stopped us to meet each other.
One morning when I woke quite early than any regular day, appa gave me a sad news. He was called to work on a field which was enough far from our house. Although it was a moment of joy for our family of three as appa was going to get paid double for working on that far away field. But I was sad. Firstly as I would not be able to meet Chandra every day as amma would never allow me to go to the field alone and secondly, I will have to spend my entire day at haveli that too with amma. I was so troubled by the mere thougts. But then I had no other option too. Amma gave me a pink satin frock to wear on my first day to haveli for which I had craved for nearly two months but amma had warned me to wear it on some special occasssion.  Badi Mem had given that frock to amma long back. It did not fit Choti Mem, her daughter then. I developed a liking towards the haveli members. When things were of no use to them, they used to happily hand over it to amma. 
The haveli was just a minute walk from our house. It was massive. Our house was not even the size of choti mem's bathroom. There were tall coconut trees surrounding the haveli. The backside of the haveli comprised a petit but admirable garden. I had always heard amma saying that Badi Mem was too fond of plants and flowers. I saw the exquisite Zinnia sprawling all across the garden. They were a treat to the eyes. There were also many cockscomb plants behind the Zinnia.
What caught my attention was a bark from one of the rooms of haveli. I was a animal lover and from the bark I could find out that it was a small innocent puppy. I forced amma to take me to that room.
"Illai!" she responded with anger. "It is choti mem's room. I will slap you if you go there."
I heard the bark again. I felt as if it was calling me.
"Amma...Amma..." I cried as she pulled my hand and took me towards the kitchen.
"Sit here!" she warned.
"Kaalai Vanakkam!" said a sweet voice. I turned back. It was Badi mem. She was wearing a silk saree which had rich zari work. Her dark red bindi made her glowing face even more attractive.
"She was alone at home and she is very naughty, that's why I brought her here." Amma said in a low voice.
"No problem at all. I was going to ask you to bring Anandi to haveli one day. I had seen her a year back! My God, she is so beautiful!" Badi Mem winked at amma. "What happened Anandi? You seem so sad? You don't like to come here?" She asked me earnestly making a child like voice.
"I love haveli. I love the puppy that is barking my name from a long time. But amma will slap me. Badi mem, can I go to that room please!" I pleaded.
"Anandi..." Amma shouted as if I asked Badi Mem to give me gold and silver coins. Badi mem directed me towards the room and told me that the pup's name is Mini.
I was overjoyed. I ran like a crazy girl upstairs. When I reached choti mem's room, I saw her drying her beautiful long jet black hair. She looked like a apsara. She looked at me as I hid behind the door.
"Mini, we have a cute visitor on our door today! But that visitor feels I am a rakshas and I will eat her up so she is hiding behind the door!"
I smiled, giggled and then laughed aloud finally. I walked out from behind the door. I saw Mini. She as very tiny. She had pure white fur on her body and small brown spots on her ear. Her eyes were angellic. She ran towards me the moment she saw me and started licking me with her tongue.
"Mini likes you!" Choti Mem said.
"I like her too."

Mini had become an inseperable part of my life. The two months of vaccation that I passed with Mini went swiftly. She had become my best friend. Mini was the sweetest, nicest companion that I have ever had. My daily routine was going to school, eat whatever amma cooked and run to the haveli to meet mini. I had once taken Suparna and Gopi my school friends to meet mini. They could not believe their eyes when they saw her. Indeed! She was so beautiful.

Everyone in the haveli and amma too noticed that mini was very precious to me. Once when mini was terribly sick, amma gave me the permission to bunk school for a day and stay with mini. I remember I cried a lot when I saw mini slept helplessly with zero strength. A person can atleast speak about his sufferings but a dog can’t even do that. But then she was a fighter. Within two days she was back to all her regular activities. I was the happiest person on earth at that time.

Four years passed. Appa started making good money from working on more than two fields. Amma gradually stopped working at haveli. Her weak limbs did not support her. But Choti Mem was very kind. She never disallowed me to meet Mini. But it was destiny that decided to cease my friendship with mini.
One day when I entered haveli, I saw Choti Mem sobbing. Mini was busy playing with a broken coconut. I went near Choti Mem and placed my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me and immidiately hugged me tight. I was unable to understand what was happening.
"What happened Choti Mem?” I asked.
“Anandi….mini is my life and I know yours too. But she is going to leave us all alone in some days.” Choti Mem cried loudly this time.
I was shocked and confused to hear what Choti Mem said.
“Where is she going Choti Mem? She is your dog. So who wants to take her away from us?”
“Anandi…mini is suffering from a liver disease. Doctor said it has grown so much now that she can’t be cured. The disease is fatal. She will be with us just for a few days.” She cried again.
Losing someone or something you love or care deeply about is very painful. I experienced all kinds of difficult emotions and it felt like the pain and sadness will never let up. These are normal things that happen when you know you are soon going to lose someone.
“Choti Mem, lets not cry. This will make mini even more weak. Let us enjoy each and every day with our beloved mini. Lets make her happy. Do you promise that to me Choti Mem.” I wiped my tears and put my hand forward. Choti Mem wiped her tears too and held my hand tight.
We never cried after that day. We decided to spend every minute with mini. Choti mem once brought mini to my school. What a wonderful surprise it was! In the evenings we used to take mini for a long walk along the banks of the river which was near haveli. Mini loved the river. We could see it in her eyes. But as the days were passing she was becoming feeble and tired. But I and Choti mem never showed even a small glint of sadness on our face.
One morning I woke up with an astound. I saw amma sitting on the door of our house. I rubbed my eyes, yawned and felt sick due to over sleeping. I washed my face and then rolled back to my quilt. I took that broken alarm clock in my hand. It showed 4.30 am. I hit it once. Not a single dial was moving. I understood that it is no more working. I was happy as it won’t disturb my sleep now. But my heart felt as if someone has placed a heavy bag on it.
“Amma” I said.
She looked at me with grief all over her face.
“Let’s go to the haveli Anandi.” She said with a soft tone that did not suit her at all.
My brain gave me an idea about what would have happened but then I denied my thoughts.
With a cracked tone she said “Let’s say a final goodbye to Mini.”
I looked at the stopped alarm clock and collapsed on the ground.