Wednesday, August 13, 2014

For A Book Newly Received In My Desk—Called Baudelaire's Revenge

He left, and am alone in a seat—how to read this Historical fiction by my favorite author, Bob Van Laerhoven,some aims are surrounding with  me and his book 'Baudelaire's Revenge'— has good diversity in its own way, would be it took many years for him to construct this Ideas. Long as I knew he is a traveler and a great fan of History—I too fall to that genre in one or other way,secretly by extreme passion of mind.Now my boss is gone and the loneliness led me write something that surging in my mind for today that unlike every days I have had something special to reveal.I think today I did climb to sheer surprise,as the book dealer surprised me.The colorful book was sent from a vender in America.Such a happy day to spare the joyous  moments.'Cultural Days' are coming, some way I realized,to keep myself steady to stand and to read some Brave stuff from since the book I received.This is a great cover,this will take all of us to 1870 when Paris was in turmoil,a strong political and poetical Novel with  great arguments as long as I went through and  must to read and give an aptly review for this Master craft.Bob would be a happy man now ,who crafted this with much like his throbbing heart.When the work was published he would had reached into happier regions after a successful release.
What mine?  a gloomy star,who living like he struggling to live,  and tearing the mind with questions that can hurt himself. I in this form is nothing to compete,compare or being envy of literature generations passed by.Bob and my Boss related to each other,they talks a language similar one another and Bob varies him by his deep Historical knowledge. He have visited through out the world, researched ups and Downs of life, entered and felt different civilizations of the world, visited War-thorn areas of the world, who worked as a messenger,who wants peace and who have the slogan of self-maintanence,toleration and with solid knowledge in politics.He is a genius and a violent fire by words. Am gazing this Book—Book! its, is it!. I have this as a magic,because I would never be found him if I were not a writer or scribe something with mere enlightenment.So this way we can connect to pass the generations alive. Look at this Cover of the book, he walking in a Parisian alley of vivid air and I now think its a great coincidence to meet an author of this type—One who writes crime fictions. I admire his talents all the way with his experience of past twenty one years as an independent foreign author.

Bob is talking about a Serial Killer, a criminal atmosphere was originating at Paris at the time of Franco-Prussian War and leaves lines from the recent-deceased Charles Baudelaire's disputable collection Of poems on each Corpse,written with the Poet's exact handwriting—and Commissioner Lefevre,a freak of poems and an expect on Algerian War, is on the case to investigate—Wow! what more ye all need for such a thrill, is the key theme of the book

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

An Interview Done In 2014 By An American Magazine




How or why did you decide to become a writer?

I was born in India, since the school days I was fascinated with literature, arts and drama.There I used to write and present poems,and participated in many arts competitions too.I have been to the new ray of hope — I, a mused traveler, an Indian, a démodé brain by the very origin, a draughtsman that works for a mechanical wing, an ardent reader of fiction, and the appreciator of many written works. A painter who is really fond of unveiled Imaginations.

And with me are multitudinous manias that embark in the scintillated pathway of my mind. Creations are more often reflected from the aesthetic gulf that dares to work anew, to write against the modern customs of the World’s present, wretched entertainment.

In my book, I chose to be myself, the one who vows a new cultural age, the dreamt passions still athwart from the soul. One who wrote his Non-fiction work, a book called 'Halcyon Wings', amid solitude, with a quest waving in me since I enjoyed the wonderful world of mysteries that tempt me to write— as they were my own feathers of freedom to fly. There was a conflict in my life, the agonies that overtook me in all the forms of its glimpses. The past is a terrible dream that awakened me to rouse the effectual sound of self pleasure, since no horror spoilt me. I lost much happiness —dear ones, relatives, friends­ —though inevitable, to nature’s deep philosophical will, and these are losses that I, as a humble student,  still know. My greatest author’s support website is 'Cultural Book', the platform where I started writing and posting my ideas. There I found their cultural values and the greatest roots of literature, and it remains a source of distinct pleasure.

Do you write under a pen name?  If ‘yes’, what is your pen name?

I write under the pen name ‘purple’ .’Nithin Purple’ looks something change in me.Isn’t?

What is the working title of your book?

“Halcyon Wings”. Its published in Partridge publishers via Author Solutions, USA

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

visionary poets like Byron, Shelley were my all time
stars and their poems I used to read when I was in my younger stages of life.And Gothic novels and suspence thrillers also I used to read,they gave an impact to publish the book ‘Halcyon Wings’.Here I have crafted the wings of freedom to speak and respond. I was searching for liberty and I achieved through this book.


What genre does your book fall under?

Philosophy is the intresting branch which Iam into. I do crime, fiction, Non-fiction and science .My book will be under Western Philosophy and History.

What is the one or two-sentence synopsis of your book?

When Passion Combines with visionary ideas there is always a con which I strongly use as a weapon to argue and give foundation for a new theory.Iam so agressive and determined.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

About three months. And by 5th month was released.


What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

I rather like to describe my book as following a fashion of writing with a fine stylus created by myself. Though my mind was perplexed, I implored GOD for great support and strength. Then, the ardent passion fumed with a cloudy surprise, and the creation came, though night by night I strived as the flow came. The book has writings about hope, hopelessness, rage, warmth, God, love and Nature­. I left my home at the age of twenty-six and had a primordial lifestyle, searching for reorganization, recognition and a stream of knowledge throughout this stint. There was one life that I unveiled and thought: a life with Literature and passion. I found the blossom from the rarest corner of my life. 'Halcyon Wings' was my invention to grasp liberty in a very tranquil way, inside painful elegies, also in memory of my dear friends and relatives who passed away in the past and kept a memory string that joins you readers, if you will read them aloud. These written passages, along with the memories – from one who never wants to keep anything buried within himself – are there to let another know how overwhelming was the painful terror in the beaten tracks.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

On Quest: Intensity Of Love towards Nature & Quest




Far moving this mind streams, no rest to spare a long vacation, but the core is here to induce a new theory to raise the new-found planet, with new senses, the sparkling areas that attract a domain pole of amazement.
The ornateness of green upon the forest boughs and its attracting flowers of peaceful smiles.
It will make me happy-happy more to imbibe the aesthetic beauty in some falling lines.
when I have hold a pen to write my feelings upon a white imaginary region is unobserved as silence that I have felt as in tranquillity to beautify the soul.
I had a walk through the foggy pastures, this morning to scan the meaning of it, the quintessence of it, the lightness of it, which makes a true living society pure.
There was it in a village side, the very lowest part of Earth, where I was born,
Where I loved the birds of nature, the reliable realms of the world, when in my childhood days, where innocence that played most among the solitary thoughts.
I mentioned each surprise I had met in life, new and old, rare and vivid as I am going to turn up the folded mind to uncover.
It was tough for the morning to pass a laugh,
But I laugh as I always, for a favour to 'ignorance’, those who have that and know its actual meaning, but hide it in a secret pile of anxiety.
But for who wants to excavate the ‘gist of knowledge' is only an effort leads the rest.
For literally say, I bury and dig at a same time in the midst of reason and mistakes
I am not dying away so sooner in want of bread and water, but I live in the 'Forest’, looking the stars and the sun.
To fathom the pith of uprising wonders that live in the fading parts of the universe, and have a strong aim to work for the welfare of these gathering kids of indolence.

CANT TRUST ME, CANT TRUST YOU

  "The spirit fell into the dark pit of doubt:   cant trust me, cant trust you.’ Life’, the more a burn on burn feeling, the longing ...