Mumbai Blasts( 26th November) Helpline Numbers

In the midst of this mayhem, we should help the victims and their relatives in any way we can. Here are some of the helpline numbers and Hospital contacts :

The Ministry of External Affairs has set up a control room. The phone numbers are: 91-11-23015300, 23012113, 23013537.

The fax number is 91-11-23018158.

Taj helpline numbers: 022 - 66574322, 66574372, 1800111825. Oberoi helpline number: 011-23890606

Helpline Numbers:

91-11-2389 0606 ( Mumbai Help Hotline )

0207 632 3035 ( For Indains in UK)

0207 008 0000 ( Brittish Foreign Office)

Hospital Contacts : 

Blood needed at these places urgently :

Donate Blood/Looking for Blood -922 222 1947 

JJ Hospital +91 22 23739031 

St George's Hospital - +91 22 22620240

I will keep posting other important information. Please pray for those dead , may their soul rest in peace. 

I can't stop falling for you !!

When I saw you first, couldn't believe my eyes
In the midst of the crowd, you stood alone
playing with the tress, the one on your face
Dressed in red, you killed me sweet
I fell for you, with no thoughts beneath
The first tryst, with a shared maggi
still embedded in my heart, with a golden spoon
The coveted seat in the lecture hall, people teasing us n all
I still can't stop thinking of you,
I can't stop falling for you...

When I saw you next, it felt like a dream
you came with a smile, cherubic I say
Fear struck, when I had 'no milk'
people laughed, I smile within
The care for me, with love besides
touched my soul, I cried nights
We met in the dark, the corridor's luck
people frowned, we continued
Exams struck, we sat alone
miles to walk, library was near
all said, still unsaid
still can't stop looking at you,
I can't stop falling for you.

When I see you now, I feel like a prince
you love me so, the sky wonders
I try to fall, still hang in peace
standing by my side, you hold me there
A hug too warm, makes me cry,
a kiss on cheek, glitters in the eye
Tiffs umpteen, don't ruin the hope
to bring me back, your smile's all
I realize your trust, not meant to be broken
I still can't stop living with you
I just can't stop falling for you...

Book Review - Dead Beautiful Truth

"Self-enlightenment is just around the corner. Go search for it."
The search stops here. 'Dead Beautiful Truth' , brings it you ,in a terse manner and within hours of reading it. A story that belongs to us, every individual, who is searching for his aim and purpose of life. One lives through the chapters and dies with an ultimate truth of life. The story is highly unpredictable throughout, presenting a hallucinating journey of astral travels ( the after affects of a drug dose) which leaves you flabbergasted as it ends. One can easily identify with the characters and the situations presented.

DBT is based upon a strong and a 'reality' theory called " Theory of Competition and Stakes" , researched and formulated by the authors Varun and Adesh.It is a story based on a diary written by a teenager called 'Fi', a person who's ultimate aim is to discover the reason behind this life.Fi, a drug addicted teenager, who is just back from the rehabilitation center, falls into it all over again due to his recidivist tendency. He wants to experience the reason and energy behind everything, to an extent that death seems to be better than life to him. Fi believes that every event in this world , every minute action and behavior of human beings is based upon a 'stake' for which they are 'competing'. He believes that a LSD trip cannot get him into a 'out-of-body experience', until he really experiences it. Fi's astral travel experience takes him into the body of the central character of this novel,' Scorpio'. Fi, keeps switching in and out of Scorpio's body and lives through Scorpio's experiences. This character makes you believe that there is a life beyond death and it is far far beautiful and unimaginable than this life.His story takes you to a mystery ride with a tinge of selflessness , which leaves you in a state of illusion or may be hallucination. The kind of world that Scorpio lives in, is as intricate as your brain and is so well described, that the reader wishes to live the life his way, at the end of the novel. Scorpio, works for a mystic personality called 'God', who's silence and beliefs may terrify the reader initially, but it gradually gets imbibed in you , that this is the way life is and the truth lies in front of you. 'Plot' and 'J', again, are two cryptic characters used beautifully by the authors to glue the chapters and the episodes.
DBT has umpteen surprises and U-turns in the box for the readers, to remain glued till the end.The story is tightly coupled with the characters and ineffably presented , surpassing your expectations and intuitions of what would happen next. The hard-to-be-believed-truth, that the story reveals would stick to your mind, heart and soul. It presents a truth that every individual may know, but is far away from even acknowledging it , due to the sheer fear of 'DEATH'. The end leaves you perplexed about the existence of God and the aim of this Life, and an urge to discover it.The authors believe that people who need the answer to the following questions, may fall in love with the stuff written.

"What is the ultimate aim of my life? ", "What do i have to accomplish in my life ?", "Why i hate or love anything ?", "What am i doing here?", "What is mind and my perception?", "Why do i do things and take decisions?", "Am i free or there is a destiny for me?"...

PS: It is a publication of our venture www.iwishedlife.com. Feel free to visit it , if you have any queries regarding the novel or the Life you are leading :)

We are also distributing the novel on our own, with an initial discount offer. Feel free to contact for ordering.

Feedbacks are welcome.

Contact :

Varun Sharma :9886162012 Email : varun@iwishedlife.com
Anshul Khandelwal : 9971001670 Email : anshul@iwishedlife.com
Udit Khandelwal : 9900482501 Email : udit@iwishedlife.com
Adesh Oberoi : 9216534156 Email : adesh@iwishedlife.com


More Reviews :

I cannot explain what this novel is, rather i should say, i would not have been able to do so, but thanks to dead beautiful trurth! It was, and it continues to be an experience to write it. what i got from this experience is a sheer reality, that changed my life. Now it doesn't matter whether i live or die, i know the truth, the dead beautiful truth. The novel, with its story, is a call to all to understand life.
Choice of trial lies in your court!
- the soul of the authors

Dead Beautiful Truth is pure allegory?a mystical adventure in astral travel, hallucination, and imagination. One should be in a quiet place to appreciate its nuances.
- Ronald L. Donaghe, Author of Twilight of the Gods

The only novel i have read till date, which taught me something, without even trying to do so. i lived through its chapters and i died with the truth! A truth, yes it is!
- the first ever reader

I am alone again!!

Keys are being struck at 2:32 AM, at a place where umpteen boxes with a logic inside, are sitting in silence.Among them, is this little unlucky box and this shining wide screen , which is just taking my weirdo thoughts as input and displaying them in these array of pearls which you are reading at the moment. These fellows must have never imagined, that they will need to do the excruciating logical calculations at such wee hours of morning.. Yes.. they need some sleep too.. after all they go in a hibernation mode too.. aren't they cold-blooded animals ? :)

But, there is one thing ,hierarchically and biologically ahead of them, which will not let them even sense the feeling of loneliness.. That is this little human being who is busy sipping a cuppa koffee and giving some pain in the *** to the tiny silicon chip in this stupid box. And, there is a label to each one of those human beings, my being 'Anshul'. So here I go, telling you something about myself, and you would probably get to know ,why the hell am here in office :

I live in seconds. So, I live my day in 86400 different states of mind and mood. Every mood, every thought of mine, every state of my mind is solely governed by those little droplets of experiences, brought about by the people around me and those vibes in the air. I can be in innumerable states at a time. I just don't know which physics principle I violate, but my energy and momentum are not constant. I can seek love from you, and love you, no matter how deeply or not-so deeply connected are we. I would let my mind move at a pace, that my heart lags behind and falls apart. I extract the soul out of things and then let them go. Life seems to be granules of dust to me,and if each one of them is made a diamond , my soul would love to be embellished by them.Dependency injection has no place in my unruly life, wherein I am so misbehaved that I would knowingly bully my soul and make it dirty. Love finds the first index in the array of my emotions, to an extent that I pour out my weeds of frustration to the one, I am in love with. My mind rules my heart, still the latter is the conquerer of many other hearts :).. The reason why I reason things, is i am too dumb to understand them.I let go things that matter to me a lot ,so easily at times, and fasten my soul to some stupid pillars of failures at times. This was a bit of me, in a state of pouring my feelings out, at this moment.

My bay is illuminated again, as the office boys are on their job of cleaning the mess , the other human species of this organization left behind. And, alas!! my state flips to be a helping person and so, I am going to help these guys out in making this place of stupid boxes clean!!

Gudnite people..oops.. Gud Morning!!

If only I could DIE!!

If only LIFE could see the tears, in the WORLD all around,
which lays straight, full of hounds and weeds,
snatching from us the pearls of joy, injecting in us the colors of doom.
If only I could 'not LIVE'.

DEATH sees through your eyes, moistens the lids,
doesn't let the tear flow,says it is precious enough.
Picks up a few(men) from the wrathful WORLD,
divine DEATH is, and colorful enough,
embellishes the body with a sense of touch.
It injects out the trash in body,
fills it with recipe of heavenly love.
If only I could DIE!!


If only LIFE could heal the dirty SOUL,
which muffles the feel, the touch, the life with thought.
Rules the mind, not letting it love the coveted heart,
creates a line between the two,
and then saying the mind flinches away from heart.
If only I could 'not LIVE'.

It cleanses the SOUL,
makes it shine with a droplet of life.
Lets the soul feel th touch and live the life,
asks the heart to love the mind.
If only I could DIE!!


If only LIFE could let free the BODY,
which is fettered in shackles, and crying in pain.
Movement restricted, places limited,
loves to fly , but drags on plains.
If only I could 'not LIVE'.

DEATH frees the BODY,
lets it fly, go places and play the game; the game of LIFE!!
Lightens the body, parts ceased,
just the cleansed soul and eyes to see.
Power unlimited, gets th body,
can rule the world, because it is the power of DEATH.
If only I could DIE, If only I could DIE!!


Love,
Anshul

We are same same but different!!!

Similar lines are drawn,
painted in a different manner..
Treasure is locked amidst,
numerous keys exist..
One power rules the self,
the soul's demeanor is amiss
We are same same but different!!

Love rules our way,
search for it, hiding in the mist
Beads of passion are found in abundance,
bodies are embellished with a necklace..
Layers of ego spread across,
peel the talks, it covers the fence..
We are same same but different!!

Strolling bodies fast enough ,
wheels underneath roll not same..
Umpteen thoughts are killing softly,
one may die, one may exist..
Everybody is losing hard,
money, love, smile or life..
We are same same but different !!

Nothing touches perfection,
wishes forcing the needs to want it..
Splurging money is flooding the arena,
divided in a manner, intricate by means..
Power eyed upon for a millennium span,
impact will vary from mild to disastrous..
Yet we are same same but different!!

Love,
Anshul

Thats the vacuum in my LIFE !!

Feelings are lost, Vigor is dead
I lay there straight, stitched by threads
Day is short, nights seem long
Trudging life , Ends the song
Pallid stars, life is blue
Soul shrieks, but that is true
..thats the vacuum in my life

Keys are struck, but result is void
Mind jiggles, expression devoid
Books lay open, no reader to read
Words scribbled, no meaning they lead
Lights glare, eyes flinch
Divulging spirits, hard they pinch
.... thats the vacuum in my life

Love prevails, liaisons curtailed
Senses so strong, the manner derailed
Unearthly touch, bodies dispel
Whispers so sensuous, no time to tell
Trysts which titillate, places vanished
Time no bar, 'The MAN' banished
.... thats the vacuum in my life

Expectations so high, no courage to face
Plenty to do, mind hooked with a lace
Achievements are many, habit evades
Knowledge brims, desires pervade
Talent enough, determination on crutches
Anxious heart, situation blushes
.... thats the vacuum in my life

Mates so sweet, ego sours
Eyes shine, but a tear which pours
Nature benign, life departs
Lots to see, things apart
Healthy body, but in the form of corpse
Water spills, in the form of drops
... thats the vacuum in my life