Area 7 by Matthew Reilley (Book Review)


This article was shared by Aman Deshmukh

“Super fast and thrilling enough to chill your spine and shock your wits to the very core.”
Believe me, nothing can make you put down this book once you’ve started it and crossed the 100 page-mark. And for a book thats a heavy 572 pages long, coupled with small black font – to make the reader go on and on is a great achievement.


The idea behind the book is simple. A section of the American Military (the Air Force primarily), spearheaded by Caesar Russel, has secretly revolted against the US Presidency. And with help of a few traitor doctors of the White House, Russel manages to get a transmitter implanted onto the wall of the heart of the President in a general health operation. Fourteen mega destruction bombs have been placed in metropolitan areas – bombs of such capacity that they may entirely scar 1/3rd of the U.S.A. These bombs transmit a signal to a satellite in the sky, which sends it to the transmitter in the President’s heart. As long as the heart of the President beats, the transmitter responds to the signal from the satellite. Bottom Line – the bombs can only be stopped from detonating as long as the President’s heart works – as long as he is alive. So where does Area 7 come into the picture? Area 7 is a secret military base of the U.S.A, in the Utah Desert controlled by the American Air Force. The drama begins when the President arrives at Area7 on a routine visit. Soon after his entry into the base, Russel shuts down the base – seals it off completely, and makes a declaration – a warning to the President about what is in store for him – that the President can no longer go out and escape, that he is trapped in an air base with military forces wanting to kill him, and that he must save his heart, keep himself alive, if he wants U.S.A to exist and not perish under the detonation of 14 mega power bombs. Of course, there’s the President’s secret service detail that goes around with him and a group of faithful marines – the only hope for the President to keep himself alive. Amongst these marines, is our hero – Schofield (codenamed SCARECROW). Following that, is an epic story all about a race against time, a race for survival, and a race to save America from perishing.


But this is just the basic idea. There’s more to the story than you think (don’t worry I won’t leak out the whole plot now!). There’s a highly advanced vaccine, an international conspiracy, a racist setup, a 10 year old boy, high speed boat chases, a space ship invasion in the middle of the fight and a lot of high octane drama – packed with shooting, shocking, spiraling twists and turns that make you sit on the edge of your seat and shock you to your bloody wits. The writing is simple, crisp and ‘unbelievably pacy’, as the Daily Mirror calls it, and there’s a new thrilling shocker to chill your bone at the turn of every single page.
Must read, I say. Pick up a copy today (I don’t know how much it costs, since I picked up one randomly from a second hand book shop!)


                                                                                                                          -Aman Deshmukh

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Nature – The Greatest Source of Calm…(Article)



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I am lying on my building’s terrace, my eyes closed, my lungs breathing in the cool breeze and my body, in a state of total relaxation. Sometimes, however much pressure you have- of problems that you are facing and might face, relaxation and peace still presides in your body. And this only happens when you, and most importantly, your soul, is close to the divine power – Nature.
The Sky, I see, seems limitless. A black blanket speckled with white glittering lights…the most accessible and amazing view of Nature at its best…
However this vast Sky does remind me of how much happier life is when you are close to Nature.
Humans are a vital part of Nature, Nature is special to them and so are they, to Nature.
Standing on the edge of a cliff and breathing the fresh wind blowing on your face, standing in rain, with your eyes closed and mind blank…all these are ways which bring man and Nature close. And it is because of Nature that man introspects, thinks where he has gone wrong, where he could have and where he might, where he must stop and where he must initiate. Nature is probably the only power in the world that cannot be seen, touched or tasted, yet has the most everlasting effect of all.
Nature itself speaks of its selfless nature.
The fresh air, the pouring rain, the swaying trees, the bright Sun, the soothing Moon, the firm rock and the soft mud…these are sensations that bring about a unimaginable sense of calm and rejuvenate our bodies, and recharge our minds.
Life is a celebration and Nature is the way to enjoy it…
So lets celebrate Nature, and breathe in joy…!

                                                                                               -Aman Deshmukh

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Custom Chucks... (Designs on Canvas Shoes)

                       Custom Chucks

The following designs on Canvas Shoes were shared by
Mazhar Bagasrawala








                                                                          -Mazhar Bagasrawala

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DBZ...(Paintings)

Dragon Ball Z

The paintings were shared by Mazhar Bagasrawala...

                                  
CHI-CHI

VEGETA

TRUNK

GOKU
                                                      
                                                          -Mazhar Bagasrawala

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Dawn Of Craziness (Article)

                   Dawn Of Craziness

 

 

 

This article was shared by Namit Nadkarni.


 

The belltower rang twice in the smeary night. I was home alone. Contemplating on what the cause of my unrest was, I sat awake on my bed, not being able to come up with a suitable answer for over the past couple of hours. The arms of sleep pulled me back into the sea of blankets, but my mind resisted the surge of slumber. Looking out the window I could see a tree, about seven yards away from my sill, rustling in the pleasant cold wind of the night. The moon was partly hidden by clouds and the world beyond my window was like a blurry memory of my past, getting darker every second. I know not why i was awake nor why I wasn't asleep, but just the fact that i was conscious was binding on me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see a gray cat creep ever so gracefully across the street, twitching as it moved in the cold. As my weary eyes followed the cat, it gently crept over a wall and was hidden out of view. Beside the wall however, I could see a silhouette of a man who was standing there. He was a tall ragged person standing there with a walking stick in his hand. I hadn't noticed him before. My vision, though blurred by sleepiness, could clearly see that the man was watching me intently. He stood there as though motionless looking in my direction. I was petrified and could not help but stare back. After a while, I could faintly see him toothing a ghastly smile. I moved away from the window and hid behind the curtains, peeking every now and then to see if he was still there. He hadn't budged an inch. He kept looking at me as though he longed for something. Scared by the haunting presence of the creepy man, I slithered into my blankets and lay there....

                                                                                      - Namit Nadkarni

                          

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Soul Curry(The Diary of an Indian Girl in France)


This article was shared by Hetvi Vora


I am an exchange student from India. Je suis un échange étudiant de l’inde! a line i do not know how many times have i repeated! Kind of lost count ...


One fine Wednesday and a realisation dawns upon me! I realise the fact that i haven’t written back home since a long time ...so here i begin.....
 "I am an ex CHANGE student”! Emphasis being on the fact that everything had changed.....right from the food i eat to the bed i sleep on to the language i speak ...clothes i wear ...the view outside my window ...things which were obviously going to change but sometimes the change is so natural that you don’t feel it at all and sometimes it’s so different that it takes days to get used to....
i guess that’s what the best part is " i am a new me “!


The older me didn’t have coffee after meals, the older me banged in to people every now and then , the older me was impulsive and hyperactive , the older me slept late , read newspapers for hours... was glued to the TV !
I guess like all 16 years old in a new country (not English speaking) i have had my crazy, embarrassing, silly, happy, nervous moments!
I guess i have experienced all the human emotions in these 2 months and 15 days!


My first day at school seemed like my first day at school back in 1st grade ...though i think we can cut out on the crying part!
It’s so much fun when i am finding similarities between the two countries and suddenly how amazed i am when i realised that they are so different! The first month passes in a jiffy! It’s all going fast ...you meet new people every day ...you have to be yourself and be a perfect ambassador breaking myths and clearing misconceptions!
You meet exchange students from all over the world! Some countries that i only studied way back in my geography lessons! Surprising how similar all of us are! We have the same moments of joy and similar difficulties!
I now can proudly boast of the fact that i can greet people in 7 international languages!
 
My city is called mayenne .it is located in the west of France! It is small, ancient and you can kind of walk around it...really tiny! Everybody knows everybody and i am officially "the little Indian mayennais”!


I realise that being an exchange student is a big responsibility ....the person i will be in this city is the person the people here are always going to relate Indians with! The beauty of this is that i am much more Indian here then i was back in home! You value things better when away from home i think...


i have been lucky to have extremely wonderful host parents ,both active Rotarians and both striving to make the world a better place!
My host mother runs the "banque alimentaire “and" épicerie sociale”, an organisation which provides food at minimal rates to poor people... the transparency and efficiency is remarkable in non-profit organisations here. Both these organisations are government aided!


My host father on the other hand, recently visited Madagascar for two weeks with grammar books and mobile phones since Madagascar speaks French! every year" the rotary club of mayenne" and "the rotary club of Nosy be" work towards helping the villagers in Madagascar and developing a school in a village close to nosy be
 the rotary club of mayenne has about 25 odd members and is a small family of people who believe in the idea of service above self !


I think i have been fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to be a" Rotary Youth EXCHANGE Student” and fortunate enough to be living a change!




This article is a part of a series called "Soul Curry"


Its second part can be read on Soul Curry 2
                                                                            
                                                                                                    -Hetvi Vora


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They Fought Against All (Story)

                     They Fought Against All



She stood by the window, for hours and hours now, looking back at the war, her family and her childhood…
She was always rebellious, the one of a kind who always challenged the norms of nature and one who ended up being rewarded unfortunately and sometimes not willingly. Anya Christina Blanc was 11 months old when the NAZI’s invaded Bordeaux. Her parents moved out of Bordeaux as quickly as they could and went back to their ancestral village of St. Emillion. The war was here and there was no way out of it. Anya’s mother was all of 18 when she fell in love and married Jean Paul Blanc, the son of the local butcher. Jean Paul was pampered and loved by all as a result he never grew up. The Blanc’s were a famous family in Bordeaux and their meat was known to be famous throughout the city. Catherine fell in love with Jean Paul when they met in high school and the rest was history!

The onset of the war led to famine, destruction and poverty. Jean Paul Blanc was never used to toiling hard and living in a tiny village. He was so habituated to his luxurious lifestyle that he ended up selling all his and Catherine’s belonging in order to buy some wine and caviar. The inflation during the war and her husband’s frivolous pleasures were way too much for the still young Catherine and her daughter .Catherine ended up working at the local dairy where as her husband was en route to establishing himself as a jobless and useless alcoholic. Jean Paul’s mother soon realized her son’s situation and asked him to come and see her. Back in his old mansion and again loved and pampered, Jean Paul had an affair with Marie Anne Martin who later became his mistress .While Jean Paul enjoyed his comforts and luxuries, Catherine worked 2 shifts to provide for her daughter and herself. She knew jean Paul too well and knew he wouldn’t come back to them. After a few years she received official documents demanding her to divorce her husband Jean Paul Blanc. In those days, divorces weren’t common. This destroyed Catherine completely, she had no one to help her and her family had migrated to the north. Anya was 15 when her mother decided to send her to a school in the west of France. All of 15 and all alone, Anya loved it in there. She was free..!! The first few months Anya did all the things she wasn’t supposed to. She got her self-drunk more often and was active in college politics. She only got herself under control after her first semester results were out and she was asked to go back home. After a lot of coaxing and cajoling by Catherine, the principal let her stay. Catherine was furious and asked her to concentrate. Catherine was suffering from lymphoma and didn’t have the courage to tell anyone. As days passed by, her condition grew worst and she grew weaker. Anya came home from Christmas and realized that it was better if she did not go back. She understood that there was something wrong and that her mother would never tell her. On Catherine’s requests she attended the midnight mass and prayed to Christ for her mother’s health. Catherine pushed the daisies on the morning of the New Year and Anya didn’t cry at all. She left St. Emillion at once and went back to university. There was nothing in Anya’s life that was right at this point of time and being the kind she was, it made things even worse. She protested against everything from food in college to the teaching methods of her professors. She got herself in to trouble and somehow managed to get out of it. Years passed by and she considered herself to be god's most unloved child... The only thing which was in Anya’s favor was the fact that she never did anything which she didn’t believe in. Not loved by the Catholic Church, neither by her family, she was a girl who was not well received nor thought of in the society but that didn’t stop her from doing what she wanted to.
                                                                    
She stood by the window, for hours and hours now, looking back at the war, her family and her childhood…
When she heard “mommy, i think it’s time”, she looked back and replied "hold on Catherine, mommy will be there in 5". (She names her daughter after her mother)
Though not loved by all in the community, ANYA CHRISTINA BLANC turned out to be a successful entrepreneur and an amazing mother who lived life by her own rules and proved to be a successful single mother...

p.s: this is for all who follow and believe in the notions and norms of the society. Judging people is a mistake which we make very easily not even thinking about their history or even without knowing what kind of person they are!
                                                
                                                                                                                -Hetvi Vora

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South Mumbai Explored (Photography)

                   South Mumbai Explored

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The Vegan Life (Article)



This article was shared by Neha Bharadwaj

So, it’s the “new year week” and resolutions are on the roll. It’s the hot topic between my friends. “So what’s your resolution this year??”

This year my resolution is to turn vegan. So what is “vegan”? well, it is basically following a way of life abstaining from animal products like meat, skin , dairy products etc.
What made me choose this?

Well it all began when I was walking down my lane on a pleasant Saturday morning. Just then I saw men carrying dozen of chickens by their leg into the poultry shop. They cackled in helplessness, with fear and no hope in their eyes. That sight made me feel a sharp kick in my stomach. I walked on the to see some more men carrying mutton flesh splattered with blood. That sight made me feel woozy all over. But, also made me think…”What did that animal do to end on my plate??”

After months of thought, research and trying, I chose 2011 as an year to begin my vegan chapter. My friends found it foolish , my family doubted my will power. But  I knew it was not impossible. If maximum PETA members can be vegan, why cant I??

In a report on “how to turn vegan” the first step was to look the animal in the eye, and trust me this may sound absurd but one look at that animal and you may never want to eat it.

“Animals are friends and I do not eat friends.” What about you??

                                                                                                   - Neha Bharadwaj

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Why should one blog...(Article)

   Reasons why one should blog…



             
This article was shared by Akshat Singhal
 
Blogging is not new but for many of us, it’s something that we have always heard about but never cared to try it out.

Well, one fine day I tried my hand at it and trust me guys, I am in love with blogging…

I wonder why it is so and I was successful enough to list the following things out…

1.      It gives you the feeling of owning your own website without knowing any of that technical stuff which is absolutely Greek to 99% of the people on this earth. You definitely don’t have all the features of a website but you have the basic at least and that’s good enough for all the beginners like us…

2.Life never really gives all of us a chance to decide everything in any field. Well your blog is your baby. Do what you feel like with it and you decide every aspect of it. In short, you have at least one place where you call all the shots!

3.“Sharing is caring”… a proverb taught to us when we were small kids but is very significant when it comes to blogging. Wonder why?
  •      You can share your knowledge
  •      You can share your talent
  •      You can share your life experiences
  •       You can share your jokes
  •      You can share your happiness as well as your sadness
  •      In short you share everything
So how does it really help besides mere sharing? Well your knowledge or experience can bring about a change in someone’s life and what can be better than this? If not that then at least there is someone listening to you out there. Of course only if you have readers.

4.Prevents rusting of your valuable brain. Often we don’t effectively use our brains and that causes “rusting” of our brains! So how does blogging helps in this?
  •       You need to think a lot before writing down anything out there on the blog because at the end of the day, it’s open to the entire world to read!
  •      You don’t really make a blog for only yourself or at the most your friends to read. You need to get in more readers and that requires serious, very serious working. You need to market your blog practically! So you roll up your sleeves and let your brain do the rest to make your blog popular. Again effective utilisation of your brain.
  •      Getting readers is one thing but making them come back again and again is a more serious job than getting the readers. And how do you do that? Well here you make your brain running and so again effective utilisation of your brains.
  •      Finally if you try to earn an income out of your blog, comes the task of how you go about it and if you choose an advertising agency then which one is the best because there are so many? It’s again a tough call…

5.Well after working really hard with your blog, our tired brain needs some rest and in today’s materialistic world, luxury is the best way out for this and how do we get all those luxuries?? Simple enough! Money gets them all! Yes make money outta your blog because you deserve it. Advertising, sponsorship, donations, product selling etc. there are many ways to rake in the money and enjoy life!!!

As of now I just thought of these five primary reasons. At the end of the day, everyone has their personal reasons for blogging…

                                                                                                    - Akshat Singhal

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