A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really deeply cares.
Hero can be anyone, he can be Nelson Mandela, Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luthor King, your neighbor, your father, your brother, your friend or yourself. He is anyone who shows bravery, is selfless and benevolent, gives back as much to the society as possible, who doesn’t expect anything in return, who has a bigger heart and a brighter soul. Such heroes are the need of an hour, such people needs to come into light so that others can get inspired and do the same. Just imagine a place where everyone is helping everyone and fot that we all need to come and extend our arms to help others.
Madhya Pradesh’s leading Hindi newspaper, Raj Express has recently launched a social and communal initiative to recognize the real life heroes amongst us. The Pride of MP contest urges the people of Madhya Pradesh to cast light on the unseen efforts of locals that have helped the community become a better place to live in.
Be it an environmental action, a social cause pursued or small acts of kindness in Madhya Pradesh, Raj Express wants to hear from you! Nominate your family, friends, community members or even yourself for a chance to get published in our newspaper. Your cause and your nominee will be pressed on the pages of a leading newspaper. Furthermore, one lucky participant who makes will also win glorious a pair of Reebok Sunglasses.
To nominate and enter the Pride of MP Contest share your nominee on our Facebook Wall: www.facebook.com/rajexpressnews or Tweets us @rajexpressnews with #PrideofMP. The contest has begun from October 10th and nominations are open till 31st November 2014. Don’t miss out the chance of being the pride of Madhya Pradesh and winning this prestigious title.
“A small change can make a big difference. You are the only one who can make our world a better place to inhabit. So, don’t be afraid to take a stand .”
― Ankita Singhal
In Mumbai, seemingly unconnected people are dying, strangled in a chilling ritual and with strange objects carefully arranged with the corpses.
For Santosh Wagh, head of Private India, the Mumbai branch of the world’s finest investigation agency, it’s a race against time to stop the killer striking again.
In a city of over thirteen million, he’d have his work cut out at the best of times, but this case has him battling Mumbai’s biggest gang lord and a godman who isn’t all he seems.
And then he discovers there may be an even greater danger facing Private India. Hidden in the shadows is someone who could destroy the whole organisation – along with thousands of innocent Mumbai citizens
With this book the Author Ashwin Sanghi has given us the Indian’s a much advanced technified detective agency, Private India, an Indian Chapter of world’s top-notch detective Agency controlled by Jack Morgan. Private Investigator Santosh Wagh with a troubled past is the head of Private India and his team is rather more fascinating with Hari the one-of-a-kind Techie who has a personality like Hritick Rohshan (with too much bollywood-ness in the book, Hritick’s comparison fits perfectly :P ) , Mubeen the medical guy and Nisha – an indispensable irresistible ex-cop turned Private Investigator
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Title: Rise of the Sun Prince
Series: Ramayana – The Game of Life #1
Author: Shubha Vilas
Publisher: Jaico Publishing House
Pages: 256 Paperback
Genre: Mythology | Ramayana
Release : December 2013
Recounting an epic masterpiece saga like Ramayana which is already engraved in the souls of many of us is not an easy job, specially doing justice to it is unfathomable. The author Shubh Vilas of the book ‘rise of the sun prince’ has done an exemplary justice to the treasures saga Ramayana.
Ramayana is an humongous epic poem of India which narrates the journey of Virtue to annihilate vice, it is ascribes to the Hindu sage Valmiki, Srimad Valmiki Ramayana is composed of verses called Sloka, in Sanskrit language, which is an ancient language from India and a complex meter called Anustup. These verses are grouped into individual chapters called Sargas, wherein a specific event or intent is told. These chapters or sargas are grouped into books called Kaandas where Kaanda means the inter-node stem of sugar cane, or also a particular phase of the story or an event in the course of story telling. Ramayana contains 24,000 verses [sloka] arranged into numerous cantos [sarga] which are contained in 6 books as mentioned earlier.
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Team – The Spellbinders
We are a team called the Spellbinders. We are collaborating and writing a story for the Blogadda challenge “Game of Blogs”. The team is diverse, and we are having fun interacting with each other creatively. To know about us, join us here
Room number 4
“She can’t be Roohi!” Shekhar screamed “She is not my Roohi.” His screams and anguish went unheard in the God forsaken secluded warehouse. Another shrill cry of a child stirred the beast in him, he ran frantically towards the sound. His bloodshot eyes filled with rage adjusting through his thin silver specs to the dark disgusting room barely lit by street lights filtering in through broken window panes, and searched the scattered wooden boxes.
“Where are you?” He softened his voice trying not to scare away the child, and then he saw twin tiny pools filled with fear, her eyes he thought “I won’t hurt you.” He tried to coax her out of her hiding place “Come to Daddy, daddy won’t hurt you.” He continued in a sing song voice and felt a strong blow against his jaw, so hard that it rattled all his teeth. He pulled out his knife in fury and started slashing the thin air and froze when he saw blood, thick crimson splashed across his face, splattered on the floor, blood on his hands and the lifeless body of the child, its cold eyes staring deep into his soul as if to ask “Why?”. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ear with his bloody hands but the loud blaring of sirens wouldn’t stop. “I said stop. Stop. Stop.” He kept screaming, hot tears on his red cheeks “Stop you spawn of Satan!” he howled not realizing he was Satan himself. The door flew open with a loud thud and he knew it was the police. His whole body trembled and he sat upright on the battered hard stone bed, his eyes open now and his body on high alert, but his mind still in the hazy arena between nightmare and wakefulness, the iron bars of his cell mocked him. Continue reading
Wishing a very happy 68th Independence Day to every Indian across the Globe. It’s time for celebration but before that it’s time to remember the real heroes of our nations, the saviors ‘Jawans’ who stay up all night each day to to keep us safe so that we can sleep peacefully and the martyrs who freed our nation after colossal struggle.
It’s time to bow to our mother nation and make a solemn promise to take care of her with utmost priority and huge respect. Freedom comes from within, it comes from mind and soul, it comes from deep discipline as well. It means to respect and honor the freedom of others as well. So come together and promise that our patriotism won’t be just for 15th August each year but we will have a patriotic soul throughout the year and do our bidding with utter seriousness.
So to celebrate this awesome patriotic day, I have created a DIY easy Nail art.
DIY Nail art – Independence day
Zest is the secret of all beauty. There is no beauty that is attractive without zest.
Recalling those childhood days when I used to meet each day with ardent exuberance, my eyes used to twinkle with delight and feet used to tap as I hum the happy jingles of life, I realize that I still have that child inside me alive, I still greet each day with a smile, seek for adventure, look at the bright side of situations, for I live with enthusiasm for my passion with passion. Zestfulness is not situational but it’s a lifestyle and adopting it will unleash the hidden child in you whose eyes can see beyond the mundane masks and mind can fathom the real beauty as it won’t be clouded.
People wonder if the zest of life is related to age as it is envisaged to be, I simply refuse to accept that. However, no matter how exuberant one is, needs takes onto them hijacking the front seat. Life indeed is not a magical carnival and we have to work hard to achieve certain goals in life, we race to outshine others, we race to attain perfection, we race to race and in this race we struggle and take a lot of stress and lose the beauty of life. So, what do I do? Simple, I keep adding a little zest to my life and have a beautiful meaning to it. I Create those magical moments which makes me more lively, more enthusiastic, makes me want to breath some more and more.
How do I zest up my life : Continue reading
Shillong, best known as ‘Scotland of the East’, capital of Meghalaya, one of the seven sister states of North East India. It’s a beauty that attracts many travellers from around the globe. Its quaint charm is not hidden even to the naked eyes and for which it attracted me even more when I heard the seven sisters (seven states) of North East calling.
Travelling is exploring, learning new culture but most importantly it gives a glimpse to the world out there and I had such similar life changing glimpse when I was travelling from Guwahati (Assam) to Shillong (Meghalayala), on National Highway 40 we took a stop to a roadside vendor selling many fruits but Pineapple got our attention.
While having a rather casual chat with the Lady who was selling pineapples, she told me she was a ‘Khasi’ woman. Khasi is a tribe of Meghayala where the status of women is a lot different from rest of the nation; they are treated with more respect, have more freedom and control over life. Having known that I was very curious about them hence I asked her about her culture and specifically status of women in their tribe. Her name was Munasha, I am going to call her Munasha the Khasi.
Then there was a drop,
Teeny tiny drop
On my peachy cheek
No, my eyes didn’t rain but
the clouds started the game
Oh Yeah, they did.
Then there was rain,
the sky wore the misty veil,
So pretty, that even my stilettos did’t complain
got a smile on my face as I started to dance in the rain. Continue reading