24 Dec 2016

Poem: Speck of Dust

When thoughts fly
High in the sky
We are a speck of dust
A tiny happening in the void


- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad
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18 Dec 2016

The Last Nomad at Shabd - The Book Gallery

It feels excited to share that my novella, The Last Nomad, is now available for readers at Shabd The Book Gallery, Mumbai.

Shabd has become a space for readers in Mumbai to be often visited with its Shabd Gappa - an annual series of conversations with renowned personalities in the world of literature, films, music and social work. It's magazine Mukt Shabd also offers wonderful thoughts on culture and society.



So what if you are in Pune or Bengaluru?
Visit Bengaluru's The Bookworm: https://goo.gl/Ft7mL8 and Pune's Pagdandi - Books Chai Cafe: https://goo.gl/s3eOrs

And in case you are a fan of paperbacks, like me, more than a Kindle version, it will be a matter of honour to be introduced in a book cafe/store in your city. Get in touch on Facebook or Email: connectinsight@gmail.com.

What's happening at Shabd? Follow them here:
Website: www.shabdbooks.com
Facebook (Shabd Publication): Shabd Publication

Visit Shabd - The Book Gallery
Shop No 2, Crest Apartment,
L T Road, Vazira Naka, Borivali (W),
Mumbai – 400091

Along with bookmarks, tucked inside the books are personal notes for the first four readers!

- हेरंब
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14 Dec 2016

Poem: Loving a sailor

Away from the sea
A sailor feels good as dead
So is true for his lover
Whom fate often parts 

The sailor longs for the wind in his face
His lover waits for the warmth in his arms
One sunset the ship must forever rest
His lover eyes are on the next sunrise


- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad
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11 Dec 2016

The Edmund Wilson experiment

The American writer and critic Edmund Wilson said,
"No two persons ever read the same book."

So true, Mr. Wilson! Readers find their own special story in each and every page they read.

Won't it be awesome to hear a passage from The Last Nomad in your voice? Let's prove Mr. Wilson right.


Start here.
  1. Select a passage you would like to read (from the nine given below)
  2. Record it in your clear voice (a voice recording on any mobile/pc/tablet/voice recorder would do. A video recorded at a beach/park/cafe would be simply amazing.)
  3. Quickly send it across(maybe along with a nice selfie :-)) using:
    1. Message on Facebook: @thelastnomadindia
    2. Email it on connectinsight@gmail.com with the subject line 'The Edmund Wilson experiment | My story in your voice'.
    3. Tweet to @insightstories with the hash tag #MyStoryInYourVoice
    4. You can also share it using Dropbox/WeTransfer/Google Drive to connectinsight@gmail.com.
  4. Your stories will be published on Facebook and SoundCloud.
Like TheLastNomad page to know the results of the experiment. 
I'm eagerly waiting to receive your story. 

Here are your passages:

#01 'Fear'
Many months passed until one day the boulder surprisingly dislodged and the cave was flooded with light. The cave had been very well explored and exploited by these nomads who had become adapted to staying in darkness. Having lost contact with the world outside, dominated and hypnotised by their ruler who was just another nomad, they were afraid of going outside the cave.
Millions of years have passed and descendants of these nomads are still afraid to enter the world outside. They are toiling in deep darkness, scraping the soil and rocks, in search of an eternal source of light, like the light which is already present one step outside the cave.

#02 'When power's at stake'
Elections were the only time when residents, who were otherwise subdued, would be pampered. The goodies to entice had been carefully chosen to garner votes: men with chicken biryani and booze, women with fancy garments and ten rupees and teenagers with a good supply of bidis – cheap leaf-wrapped tobacco cigarettes – and packets of tobacco snuff. Sometimes when the stakes for the Liberals and SOS men were high, the men would be entertained in makeshift theatres to c-grade films like ‘Hawas ka Junoon’ and ‘Chudel ka Tashan’.

#03 'Falling in Love once again'
As if he was breathing after a long time, Shankar took a deep breath standing in the warm evening sand of the Devbag beach, closing his eyes with arms spread wide. Laxmi came and snuggled close from behind him rubbing her face on his toned back. The serene beach showing no slightest trace of humans was unbelievably calm. Being with Laxmi in such endearing silence, away from all the noise Shantinagar could offer them, was an invitation to fall in love all again. 
‘Ready for the second honeymoon?’ he said turning around and planting a small kiss on her forehead. Her hair bun was all decked up with white jasmine garland. 
‘No! My two small kids have already become quite uncontrollable. No more children,’ she said playfully, running away from him as he caught her within some distance and swung her midway in the air in circles until she begged him to stop. 

#04 'Love'

Beyond Words

When we do not have much to say
Words are plenty

When there is lot to express
They leave us scarce

So strange is the language of love 
Which speaks only through eyes
When the mind has surrendered to your beloved

‘Where had you been Ryan?’ said Saki moved by his words.

#05 'Miracles'

‘What happened exactly when you were with him? Did you see him flying... or did he produce some... some sacred ash out of thin air or at least a gold chain?’ she asked with childlike wonder.

Ryan’s laughter echoed in the drawing room. How eager are we humans to hear, know and talk about miracles, he thought to himself.

‘I saw more, Saki’ said Ryan with a mischievous smile Saki couldn't ignore. No matter how much she had convinced herself of having forgotten the old memories, she could still feel the same for him as during their last trip to Mount Rokko. 

‘Tell me, I’m all ears.’ She turned a deaf ear to her racing heartbeats.

#06 'The First Glance.'
That day at the library Ryan was searching through the catalogue in vain, stealing glances at the assistant. No matter what, today I must speak to her, he thought trying to boost his own morale.
Not knowing what to say next, he tapped at the desk with his pen trying to catch her attention. It being lunch time half of the library seemed empty. ‘This is the right moment Ryan,’ he thought aloud hating the self talk.
With closed eyes she was gently swaying to some song from the mp3 player. She opened her eyes only when disturbed by his second tapping. Embarrassed, she quickly pulled out the earphones seeing a boy gazing at her across the desk and held his hands assuming he was carrying a book to return.

#07  'Ruthless Control'
‘Really?’ Dinanath couldn’t believe that corporator Joshi still cared about him after the elections.
‘How can I forget you? I know you have offered sweat and blood for the party.’ Dinanath, who had begun to sink in fantasy, suddenly became alert with the last remark.
‘One month.’ Mr. Joshi spun the paper weight again as Dinanath got up from his chair.
‘And don’t even imagine anything about ASC and Deobhankar.’ The paperweight whirled briefly before losing its grace and coming to an abrupt halt.

#08 'Women'
‘What do you want me to play?’ asked Rebecca opening the violin case.
Being a street musician, she was used to variety of responses from people: catcalls, appreciation, hatred and nasty suggestive looks. But she was surprised by Ryan’s strange demand – he wanted her to play solely for him the whole night. And her first thought was, he must either be a psychopath or a heartbroken lover.
‘Sometimes I get a few unwelcome touches when I am engrossed in playing. But I know these men are more scared than me,’ she said talking about daily life.
‘Crazy thoughts don’t allow me to play; I feel why don’t these men come up and frankly say things to me? At least I will have company for the night.’ 
That evening when she saw Ryan, he was the only person listening to her on a blurred background of people rushing back home, having no time as usual. She could never understand when someone said, ‘I have no time’.  What in the world did they have time for except making money?

#09 'The Unknown'
‘Then Adinath started speaking, “Even if you miss living, the only reality which no one can escape is death. It marks the end of grand plans we are always making about life. What lies after death is beyond imagination – we as we know ourselves come to an end.”
‘I pleaded forgiveness but he was calm and composed. “One who can regain sanity after watching death so closely and still do all that life asks of him has gained something within. For him there is no need of any occult powers because there is no one left in him; it is the death of the old him,” saying thus he walked out of the ground. The pyre was rapidly turning into ashes.


Yes, share this post on your wall or tweet and retweet - let's witness the same story become a new one in hundred different voices. 

Here's to Mr. Wilson!

- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad
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10 Dec 2016

Conversation Cards | Let the conversation begin

Here are few conversation cards for #SundayChatonTheLastNomad

Get your steaming coffee, adrak chais and join the event tomorrow: https://t.co/7c6v8PaO1V









- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad SupportNAAM

9 Dec 2016

Join Sunday Chat on The Last Nomad


So the plan is...

After the recently held #TheLastNomad micro-tale challenge, here's a chance for us to meet again.

Join me in a live chat on 11th December between 5pm to 6pm IST(the true Indian Standard Time and not the Indian Samjhauta Time!) at facebook.com/thelastnomadindia and freely share your thoughts on passion, identity, fear and love. Because, this is exactly the experience awaiting you in The Last Nomad! Join Sunday Chat on The Last Nomad.



So, what if you haven't read the novella, here's a glimpse in one line: 'an intriguing journey of Rahul and Ryan being set free from the identities they have assumed.'

But before we catch up maybe you'll like to watch the readers' praise for The Last Nomad: https://goo.gl/zOSCOJ

Here's what you can choose to begin with:
Tell me about one of your favourite romantic, thriller, suspense or mystery story.
Or it could be a movie or a song which made you pause and think.
And of course any of your experiences which left in you in awe!

Get your steaming coffee or adrak chai and join Sunday Chat on The Last Nomad on 11th December between 5pm to 6pm IST.

Spread the word. Let’s have a good time.

Can't participate in the live chat?
Post your thoughts now as comments below or email them to connectinsight@gmail with the subject 'The Last Nomad | Live Chat'. Promise to reply to each comment and email by Sunday, 11th December.

See you on Sunday.

Get your Kindle copy of The Last Nomad at a special price on Amazon.

Or the crisp-paged, sweet-smelling paperbacks here:
Pothi.com: https://goo.gl/N1Hpfg

I would love to read your reviews on Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2dxn19u

The book has also found its place in Bengaluru's The Bookworm: https://goo.gl/Ft7mL8 and Pune's Pagdandi - Books Chai Cafe: https://goo.gl/s3eOrs

To tickle you before I take your leave...
What more are we but living stories? What will be left of us if all our identities disappear, even for a moment?
'May you find your true story.'

 Join Sunday Chat on The Last Nomad.

- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad
ISupportNAAM

8 Dec 2016

I experienced KAUL - A Calling. Did you?

Understanding any movie will seem to be the easiest thing... only until you watch Kaul - A Calling.

Maybe you'll feel like quitting it halfway, but hang on till the end to have the complete experience. This is neither a praise post neither a review; I can't rate this experience. 

Maybe I can go on talking about unconventional cinematography, sound design and so on. But it won't do you any good. 

Kudos to team Kaul, especially writer and director, Aadish Keluskar, for attempting such a film. Watch it, at least once, but only if you can dare to be left hollow in the end.

The movie opens with Friedrich Nietzsche's quote, “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

Not all things experienced can be understood, not all things understood can be expressed.

We danced.

Welcome to KAUL - A Calling!




- हेरंब
Author of The Last Nomad
ISupportNAAM

3 Dec 2016

Praise for The Last Nomad

For all your love and support, I just have one word: gratitude.

At this moment I would like to share a glimpse of what readers' say about the book.


If you are in Bengaluru, you can get your copy at The Bookworm or if in Pune, you can read the book at this amazing book chai cafe Pagdandi.

For more details visit these links:
Bengaluru's The Bookworm: https://goo.gl/Ft7mL8
Pune's Pagdandi - Books Chai Cafe: https://goo.gl/s3eOrs


Get your copy online on:



And don't forget to share your review on Goodreads or write to me on connectinsight@gmail.com.

Happy Reading!


- हेरंब
ISupportNAAM

Ankur Chakravarty's Ethereel: Book 2 is live!

Following the success of 'Ethereel Book 1: Lights, Captura, Action', author Ankur Chakravarty brings out Book 2: 'Hello, Can You Fear Me?'.

New chapters will be released every Saturday, on the his blog here Read Ethereel Book 2

Happy Saturdays to you!

Here's the synopsis:
Three months since dealing with the Company, Ravi is relaxing into his new life, his responsibilities keeping him busy. But there are events at work in the city that he cannot simply ignore. Events that seem to be affecting even the ghosts in the images. What will Ravi discover when he tries to get to the bottom of it all?

Reading Ethereel for the first time?
Start with Book 1: Lights, Captura, Action.

Get your Book 1 copy here: Ethereel Book 1: Lights, Captura, Action

About the Author










"Ankur Chakravarty is also a huge fan of anime and manga (Japanese animation and comics, respectively). Some of his favourites are Fullmetal Alchemist, Rebuild of Evangelion and Gintama. He has also been self-studying the Japanese language and has passed the N4 qualification of the Japanese Language Proficiency Test.

Ankur is an active cosplayer (costumed-roleplayer), going by the stage-name of “Ankur Encore.” He can often be found at comic conventions across the country, dressed up as fictional characters. He is most known for his cosplays of Dr. Franken Stein from Soul Eater, Ryuk from Death Note, Nnoitra from Bleach and the Fourth Doctor from Doctor Who." Read more.

- हेरंब
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