5 Websites Of Authors To Visit Before You Die!

Alright people here it comes again for you some very interesting links from the web jungle chosen and plucked by me for you to enjoy and gain knowledge! Here it is before you 5 websites of famous authors. They offer you different views and a whole new world of words to unravel.. here it is following my previous two posts:

5 Blogs To Visit Before You Die!

5 Websites To Visit Before You Die!

1. Karan Bajaj
The suave author of "Keep Off The Grass" is an IIM and a BIT(Mesra) product. His debut book has been a best-seller and is soon to be made into a movie by a Hollywood production house. Karan Bajaj's website has tips to offer to rookie authors to get their own book published. Find out more about him here.

2. Chetan Bhagat
The less said about this person the better. Chetan Bhagat is te best thing that has happened to Indian publishing industry. There was a time in publishing industry pre-Chetan Bhagat and a time post-Chetan Bhagat. This man changed everything in the Indian literary world. CB sells as much as a newspaper. There's no point in deriding the books he's written for CB has made books relevant to this generation. Check out his official website for a wider perspective of the man.

3.Chuck Palahniuk
He's not just an author he's a preacher. You do not just join his fan club here you join his Cult. The famous author of the book Fight Club which was later made into a movie is a prolific author of several amazing books like Rant, The Diary, Lullaby etc. His website will help you get tips on how to write and know more about minimalist literary movement. He is known for dark humour in his books.

4.Ayn Rand
A path-breaking author is not just a writer she's a philosopher and an institute in herself. Each of her book is a gospel. With her objectivism she never fails to charm the idealists of the world. She's a torch bearer in this world of misery. She's an enlightened being who gives courage to sole fighting spirits of the world who fight for the indivisual liberty. Check out the Indian blog here and more about her here.

5.Samit Basu
An IIM-A drop out who went on to study broadcasting and film making instead, is the author of fantasy novels.  "He's a columnist, screen writer, documentary film maker and freelance journalist writing on travel, film books and pop culture." " Basu is also a comics writer. He writes for Virgin Comics" - Wikipedia. Do I need to say more about the guy? Check out the website dude to know more!

I Salute You!

I salute you and respect you for your tremendous courage and will. I'm inspired by you.You are my role model. God give me strength to be like you.May God give you all the happiness and love to make you smile. Hats off to you. You're my hero!

When many whine and complain about everything in their life, when the meek and light hearted cry about the little thorns in their life you silently stood like a candle in the wind. Never did you make people realize your pain not did you didn't had any. Like a flower which spread its fragrance to each and everyone who comes in contact you spread smiles around you.

I read about human spirit and will in books and stories a but now after meeting you I know what it means. A standing ovation can never do justice to you for you deserve more. The luck lines were unfair and the stumbling blocks were mammoth but now in rear-view mirror what could break you.

You're the song
life is singing
You're the laughter
life is chuckling
You're the carnival
life is enjoying
You're the voyage
life is through
You're the story
life is telling

Allegorical Oxymoronic Shadow

"a few extra pounds" 

she foolishly tells herself 

yet dreams for Theodore Seville

in her own words she's an

"allegorical oxymoronic shadow"

the truth is; all she is 

is a creative and beautiful soul

the horizon of her dreams

is distant yet in focus, and

life's not blurred to realize them

for some reason she thinks like that 

the paradoxes and the dissatisfaction

is still alive in her somewhere

something i wish just wasn't there

i try to tell my admiration for her

yet i flatly miss each time

looks like the words won't suffice

this sky-gazer, day dreamer

idea-capturer and people observer

frowns for people who don't deserve

neither her smile nor her time




UPDATE:
For all my blog-readers here is my interview about Blogging I gave to this website. I hope you enjoy it! 

Lost Childhood 2: The Little Boy

i turned around from the 'beer shop'

unsatisfied with the pics clicked

i saw a sight and took some time

to comprehend the gravity of it

a young boy hardly a pre-teen

sat there in middle of busy crowd

collecting beer bottles in a rucksack

a sight so common you wouldn't even care

but his 'work' caught my attention

sat there he, collecting empty bottles

but also collected the last few sips

from each bottle left by the drinker

and emptied them into a single bottle

then quenched his thirst with the cocktail

half filled bottle like trophy he claimed

who's to blame for street urchin's state?

you or me? society or the shop-owner?

useless governments or high decibel NGO's?

a billion people can take the blame, but

who's to take the first step to stop him

will it be you or will it be me?

Lost Childhood 1: The Little Girl

just another end of frantic day

waiting at a over-cramped bus-stop

i darted at a near-by beer shop

to capture some engrossing snaps

but then she came like an angel

smiling, giggling, with a bruised face

i smiled back and asked her to pose

took some snaps to her bewilderment!

she looked at me with so much awe

her eyes told me she didn't had enough

i prepared to move beyond past her

her lips almost parted to say something

i could read it in her eyes~ an emotion

all she wanted to say was 'bhaiyya' (brother)

i didn't stop lest tears flow from our eyes

she disappeared in a blink of an eye

and our relationship met it's final fate

i moved towards the 'wine and beer shop'

the smell of various liquors intrigued me

the intoxicated and the sober stood in line

when a tall black guy tapped me at my back

with a big grin and sugar coated sweet words

asked me if i was looking for 'something'

perplexed i shook my head, puzzled

he pointed at 'the little girl' in corner

asked me if i was single or with friends

did i have a place or i wanted his?

at reasonable price he could give anything

i looked at the terrified girl's warm eyes

i could see in them her father was the pimp

Part 2 of this poem will be updated soon. the title of which is~

Lost Childhood 2: The Little Boy

Kindly go through this article. I read it in the Tehelka magazine. It's worth giving your time and mind. The article is about The Oberoi Brothers.

Miss 'Too Intense, Too Sensitive'

too intense too sensitive

too talented too gifted

crafter of words, painter of poems

your words convert readers to admirers

strangers and friends captivated by you

like moths magnetized by halogen light

your deep eyes with wisdom exemplified

a idyllic face with sweetness amplified

your mind so pure and thoughts so sublime

your photography don't just capture a sight

they tell a story of thousand miles

your lips play host to myriad languages

and hands play hosts to paintbrushes

metamorphosed into beauty through you

once a poet dared to crush the grass

beneath his burdensome feet (walt whitman)

i have dared to match your wits

here, with my ignoble feat

Like,

a child's endearing laughter

morning birds lyrical chirping

chants of mantra from vedic priest

words from your pen my friend

knell the same tune in my ears

Like,

a delicate touch from the wind

reassuring touch from my lover

cold sea giggling in my feet

your art touches a cord in my heart

to resonate it like a bhuddist chime

Kobad Ghandy: Hero Or Villian?

A sprawling Worli Sea Face flat

Father a senior executive at Glaxo

Owner of a hotel in Mahableshwar

And in Panchgani a sprawling bungalow

Also the Kentucky's fresh-fruit ice cream brand

Lived in extreme luxury with a leftist mind

A product of elite Doon School

Congress leader Sanjay Gandhi's classmate

Did his chartered accountancy from London

And got bitten by the revolutionary bug

Turned into a romantic leftist

And started a life of struggle and ideals

Defined by the PM as the deadliest virus

In a semi-feudal, semi-colonial state

Fight is against land grab and exploitation

Extremely determined, tremendously self-disciplined

A thorough gentleman with strong convictions

Lived life dangerously and on his own terms

Met his future wife Anuradha Shanbag

Who too was committed to revolutionary line of thought

A disciplined individual who read and wrote regularly

Ghandy’s decided not to have children

To devote their life full-time to the noble cause

In areas as under-developed as sub-Saharan Africa

Kobad a prosaic in capitalist times

Is he a demon chief or a revolutionary?

Is he our final hope or our greatest threat?

Our worst nightmare or poor man's hope?

The truth we'll never ever come to know