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Thursday, 28 April 2016

GAIL (India) Limited has embarked on a grassroots athletics program GAIL-Indian Speedstar which is aimed at unearthing young talent across the length and breadth of India. GAIL (India) Limited and National Yuva Cooperative Society (NYCS), launched a grassroots athletics program GAIL Indian Speedstar on the 22nd of March, 2016 at the Constitution Club of India, New Delhi.

National Yuva Cooperative Society has tied up with Anglian Medal Hunt Company as its Technical Partner for The GAIL Indian Speedstar project. The persisting, epoch-making attempt before - focused grassroots program aims to create a pool of athletes with knack which will possibly bring honor for India in track events at the highest echelon of sporting events - the Olympics 2020/2024.

The reason to launch this program is to identify, select and nurture the hidden talent in athletes. The targeted age group is 11 - 17 years in 100m, 200m and 800m track events across.

A panel of eminent sports-persons like P.T Usha, Rachita Mistry, AnuradhaBiswal & Kavita Raut have been appointed in the selection committee to support selections and guide coaching camps. As members of the selection committee their role would include creating the selection criteria or the GAIL-Indian Speedstar program, and developing the training plan and module for the selected athletes at the National Level.

‘Legendary athlete P.T. Usha launched the initiative alongside the organizers DrAshutoshKarnatak,
Director (Projects), GAIL (India) Ltd, Rajesh Pande – President, National Yuva Cooperative Society Ltd (NYCS) and Maneesh Bahuguna- CEO, Anglian Medal Hunt Company.

District trials were conducted under the watchful eyes of coaches and selectors, appointed by the selection committee. The selection of the athletes was based on talent identification and selection criteria set by the selection committee.

Initiatory, in its first year, earlier this year with initial trials conducted at 55 districts across 10 states in which more than 25,000 children participated out of which 850 children made it to the State level.

Shri Dharmendra Pradhan, Hon. Minister of State (I/C) Petroleum and Natural Gas, Dutee Chand, AnuradhaBiswal and Purnima Hembram; selected ambitious young athletes from Bhubaneswar, Odisha. 14 children have qualified for the National level trials while Shri Dharmendra Pradhan ji, praised and motivated the selected candidates for National level trials.

Camp and Selection

The first State level camp and trial was organized on 27-28th of February in SawaiMaan Singh Stadium, Jaipur where 60 boys and girls participated out of which 4 have qualified for the next level. The state trials were held in Odisha (14 Selection), Delhi (28 Selection), Kerala (28 Selection) &Jharkhand(4 Selection)followed by Maharashtra and Gujarat in the last week  of April.  The shortlisted children from the State trials will then participate in the National camp and selection which is scheduled to be held in May 2016 at Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium, New Delhi. Shortlisted athletes from state trials will attend an intensive national level camp. 

At the conclusion of the coaching camp, final trials will be held. Winners will be selected based on the qualification criteria and their potential. The winners will be given extensive training throughout the year. The top 9 athletes will then be provided with a world class coaching for over a period of 5 years with an ultimate objective of one of these athletes to represent India at the Olympics.

For more information on Gail-Indian Speedstar please visit http://www.gailindianspeedstar.org

You can also watch a video grab of Treasa sharing her winning moment here.

Sunday, 24 April 2016

Women alone don’t reserve the right to wearing some exclusive trinkets. We’d like the men to wear some shine on their sleeves too! I’m sure it would be rather liberating for men to try their hand at exquisite jewelry pieces, and take a break from the conventional norms of clothing. Bracelets, charms, pendants, ear cuffs, and a whole deal more! There is a whole lot of bling awaiting the enthusiastic, fashion-loving man. Reinvent your routine overalls by throwing in a bracelet or two. In a while, you’ll discover that jewelry and men aren’t two separate entities at all! Read on-

1. One for the finger and one for the wrist

Take coordinated jewelry to the next level and settle for nothing less than subdued sophistication.  Choose gold to match your swagger and this simple, yet priceless trend will make your everyday office suits look pretty exclusive. Single-chained bracelets studded with shimmery stones are your best bet; team these with a single band ring for a chic statement.

2. Holler for the collar!

You can latch on some sweet accessories onto your collar, and completely revolutionize your corporate shirts or party shirts. Whoever married the no-nonsense corporate shirt to a tough-looking hatch ring is a genius! We would ask you to look nowhere else, and get one on the double! Getting ready for the club entails getting your shiny formal shoes out of the closet apart from an interesting part-wear shirt. Top the ends of the collar with expensive and detailed collar accessories. Wear jewelry that speaks of refinement and endless class.

Does this one speak? I think it definitely does.

3. Double up on the watch

Watches are a powerful symbol of masculinity. Men rarely go out anywhere without sporting their signature watches. But have you realized that your watch-hand go do with some add-on jewelry. You can cut a suave figure, by trying on beaded bracelets that will be sure to lend a great finish to that sleek watch. Beads and charms are bound to appeal to your mysterious side, and will impart an air of charm to your persona.

4. The Key

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Lockets and pendants are not new to the male jewelry collection. For an absolute grunge or hippie touch, you can opt for some trendy neckpieces designed with trippy keys to look effortlessly cool. These neck pieces are available in various styles; you can wear them layered and match them with your casual, deep-v shirts. The key-trinket is definitely a must-have for your casual wardrobe. 

5. Dudes with brooch

Brooches are the stylish, sleek and are the most effective accessories that you could incorporate in your party-wear shirts and corporate blazers. The Gucci fall 2016 collection indicates a definite nod towards bold brooches. The stylish chained brooch lends a fine balance to the blazer-shirt look. Choose your brooches in unconventional designs to suit your style statement. You could also opt for a chic, angular brooch that can be clipped on easily to your pocket.

Let your masculinity shine through the accessories you sport! 

About the Author

Mallika Chakrawarti is a designer, writer, and travel enthusiast. She is currently working with Jabong.com as a writer and is passionately involved in curating and forecasting fashion trends.

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Author: Mohan Deep
Published by: Quest Mercury Intermedia Pvt Ltd
Genre: Fiction
ISBN: 978-81-926785-2-8
No. of pages: 185
Price: INR 200

A sensitive love story of a handsome and talented struggling painter Akash Saigal. What happens when he marries an extremely rich and beautiful artist and art investor Zenobia Taraporevala?


J J School of Art, Mumbai.

Taking a charcoal pencil, Akash Saigal started drawing the wood-and-stone structure, popularly known as ‘Kipling Bungalow’. He was sketching sitting on a bench on which, in another era, K K Hebbar, M F Husain, Syed Haider Raza, Sadanand Bakre, V S Gaitonde, even Dadasaheb Phalke had sat with their sketchbooks, sketching the house where the author of The Jungle Book was born.

Ganpat Gupte appeared along with two of his gang. Gupte was the nephew of a minister, or so he claimed, and had the arrogance that comes with power.

“Ae Akash, kae karto?”

Akash looked up at the trio and said, “Nothing much. Just a drawing.”

“Okay. What is the day today?”


“I should have known.Tere ko blue shirt hai na?”

Akash didn’t get the connection, but Gupte’s chamchas laughed knowingly.

“Didn’t you get it?”


The three boys sang in unison, “Monday, blue shirt. Tuesday, black shirt. Wednesday, blue shirt. Thursday black shirt. Friday, blue shirt. Saturday, black shirt. Sunday…laundry!”

If Akash was hurt, he didn’t show it. He laughed sheepishly and continued sketching the bungalow.

But he would never forget this.


The elevator zoomed up, taking Akash directly to the penthouse on the 60th floor of Apollo Towers, and stopped with stomach-curdling smoothness. The door slid open to reveal his luxuriously done-up lounge.

He came out of the lift, turned down the passage, and walked over the deep-pile rug to the lounge.

He had returned from the salon.

He felt cleaner and fresher after his bimonthly facial – only Tanveer could give him a satisfactory shave - and pedicure. He liked to have his moustaches- like John Lennon's - done like in the Sixties, and he liked sideburns.

His head was still heavy from drinking until the late hours, but he looked much better than he felt. His studio was to the right, almost hidden behind the lavish bar facing him as he entered.

Perched 550 feet above the city of Mumbai, he could see the Queen’s Necklace and the World Trade Centre. From Zenobia’s bedroom, the Gateway of India and the high dome of the Taj Mahal Hotel.

Pran smiled at him.

Akash returned the smile, picked up the bottle of Blue Label and poured himself a stiff drink.

“Isn't it a little early for a drink?”

Without saying anything, Akash smiled, and switched on the TV.

The TV screen flashed a story over a video shot of Zenobia with him in happier times, followed by a shot of the Mumbai Police Commissioner’s heritage Gothic-style building and a subtitle: 'Mumbai Police give clean chit to Akash Saigal.'

The newsreader said:

“Based on the findings of the forensic department and investigation, the Mumbai Police has declared the death of noted artist and socialite Zenobia Taraporevala suicide. It may be recalled that a year ago, Zenobia died from a fall from her 60th-floor penthouse. There were questions about her death. Was it a suicide, or an accident, or was she pushed to her death? Her husband, the famous artist Akash Saigal, was under a cloud all these months. It has now been established that tired of being confined to a wheel chair after a car accident, a depressed Zenobia committed suicide.”

Pran jumped out of his seat, still listening to the newsreader with open-mouthed amazement. He shouted: “Wow!”

Both the men hugged.

A shot of Prime Minister Narendra Modi now flashed on the screen, as the newsreader continued, “Prime Minister Narendra Modi will visit Singapore….”

Akash smiled tiredly at Pran.

“You already knew about it?”

Akash nodded and absent-mindedly picked up an envelope. He took out the card, glanced at it, and pushed it back. It was an invitation to his own function.

“Boss, when do we leave?” Pran asked.
“We have lots of time. The inauguration is after three hours, and the ministers never come on time. Agar aa bhi gaya toh hamari woh Fareeda baithi hai. Sambhal legi. Dad will take care of it. Chal baith, tu bhi le.”

“No, not me. I’m driving,” Pran said solemnly.

Akash knew that this was not the time to drink. He shouldn’t appear sloshed in front of the entire world and the prying media. He took another sip, and changed the news channel. 

And found himself staring at a picture of Zenobia on the screen. The still picture changed to a video shot of Zenobia and he at a party.

The newsreader was ranting:

“In India, the law mandates that the husband be questioned for cases involving the death of a woman within seven years of marriage. Akash and Zenobia had been married for barely two-and-a-half years. And Zenobia had died under mysterious circumstances, falling from the French window of her penthouse! The police always look for ‘the other woman’ in a case like this.”

The TV showed a shot of Suma, followed by a video shot of Suma and Akash emerging from the JW Marriott in Juhu. The newsreader went on: “And they found her in Suma. Suma Malkani, the beautiful ghazal singer.”

The State Minister for Cultural Affairs, Nanasaheb Palekar, was to launch the art school, named after Zenobia Taraporevala-Saigal, that evening at Powai. There had been several protests because of the controversy over her death, but the minister ignored them all.

A protest was planned for the same day by Kapila Khandelval's NGO. It was unclear whether the NGO would go ahead with the protest or cancel it in view of the clean chit given to Akash by the police.

This project had been his baby and Zenobia's dream. The government had given the land and the Taraporevalas had put in the money. Fareeda had inserted a business angle even in this dream project of Zenobia's. The Zenobia-Akash Saigal School of Art had become the Zenobia-Akash Saigal School of Art and Business Management. She also had plans for a Madame Tussauds Wax Museum in an annex. The minister had given the nod for that, too.

Akash’s mobile rang.

He looked at the screen and let it ring.

Taking a sip of his drink, he moved towards his den. He stepped into his room, and before he could shut the door, the phone near the bar table rang.

“Boss?” Pran said. “Fareeda is on the line.”

Fareeda would be having kittens without him. Akash’s association with the project had given it respectability and even a cultural cause, and got the plot at one-eighth its market value, and all the permissions.

"Fuck her!" Akash said, but he answered the phone anyway. 

Fareeda seemed frantic.

"The media will be here in three hours. And the minister, too."

Akash said, “Fuck the media!" and hung up.

The TV newsreader went on:

“Before Akash Saigal hit the big time, he lived in a small apartment in Adarsh Nagar, in the western suburbs. His paintings didn't earn him enough to buy a decent vehicle. He travelled by buses and cabs. While Zenobia almost took a sabbatical, Akash shot to fame with his mixed media and three-dimensional installations after marrying her.”

Leaning against the soft, cool leather of a luxurious sofa, Akash said, "Cigarettes?"

Pran was already sliding open the glass door of a cabinet. A carton of Marlboros had just one packet left. He gave the packet to Akash, grinned, and threw the carton in the trash box.

They might have been sharing the same flashback, the same past.

Review: Color Me Rich is a rags to riches story of Akash Saigal which shows how an artist, a painter, attracts fame but soon gets entangled into a murder. 

After pursuing a course from J.J.School of Arts and barely making his ends meet, he meets a struggling actor, Pran and together they start making their ends meet. Suma, an aspiring Ghazal singer, who lives nearby, is madly in love with him although he is unaware about it. No sooner Akash meets Zenobia Taraporevala, an artist and a socialite and they both fall in love. What starts is a story of love, betrayal, insecurities, struggles, triumphs and murder.

Color Me Rich is a book that showcases and gives a glimpse about struggles, of turning dreams into realities but more importantly it is a book which gives a peek-a-boo into the lives of creative and rich people. In this case, it is the lives of Akash Siagal and Zenobia Taraporevala. Also, the author through this story asks some pertinent questions like does creative juices flow freely when not burdened by making ends meet? Does marriage between financially unequal can sustain?

The story got me hooked right from the word go. With strong narration, beautifully etched characters, be it the main protagonists or other characters and a climax that I had least expected, Color Me Rich is a book that I finished in one go.  

The story has been written as a perfect thriller. At one point it will make you think that person X might be the murderer but then, you will also feel that it can be Y too. Thus with a well thought flow for the story, Color Me Rich is a book that I would recommend to others. A must read for some good thriller and entertainment.

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Saturday, 23 April 2016

Source: Pablo

Drawn into the solitude of his heart
To a fable too good to believe

Out from the wilderness of wild plants
To fluttering butterflies and cascading waterfall

The sensations of sweet and sour taste
Lay in excited whispers of temptation

A prisoner to a paradise I found, I encompass
In the chaos of glowing embers of love

This post is written as a part of A to Z Challenge held annually in April.

Friday, 22 April 2016

Source: Pablo

Vanilla scent
In her luscious mane
Raspberry lips
A taste that lingers
Honey tinged
Curvaceous shape
Cognac flavored
Kisses that I lay
A melange of scents
That keeps me hooked
To a chambord of love
That is seductive and addictive

This post is written as a part of A to Z Challenge held annually in April.

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Being a book reader and a writer too, it gives me immense pleasure to introduce to you a debut author Sakshama Puri Dhariwal who has come out with a fun and breezy romantic novel titled 'The Wedding Photographer'.

Given below is a brief introduction of her book, The Wedding Photographer and a short note about the author.

It is time to shower some love and welcome her to the world of books, authors, bloggers and writing!

A delicious, breezy novel full of fun, sass, heart and wit

Penguin Books India presents

Sakshama Puri Dhariwal

A fantastic debut with wedding, love, photography, scandal and cricket – a perfect summer read!


On a seventeen-hour-long flight, a chance upgrade to business class lands journalist Risha Kohli next to handsome young real estate tycoon, Arjun Khanna.
What’s more? Risha has been moonlighting as a wedding photographer and her next assignment is Arjun’s sister’s
wedding: the most talked-about social event of the year!
But Arjun doesn’t trust journalists and suspects that this smart, sexy and incredibly spunky
girl is only using their mutual attraction as a ploy to invade his privacy for a newspaper scoop.
And Risha, unaware of Arjun’s personal demons, is worried that this irresistible boy’s unnerving behaviour will jeopardize herbiggest professional gig so far. What follows is a rollercoaster of snarky quips, sizzling chemistry and simmering drama amidst a
Big Fat Punjabi Wedding.


Sakshama Puri Dhariwal was born in Delhi and brought up in the era of 1990s’ Bollywood music. She has an MBA in marketing from S.P. Jain, Mumbai, and has spent several
                   years as a brand manager in industry-leading companies like Snapdeal, Hindustan Times and Tata Teleservices. She has worked on marketing campaignsthat have won awards at Cannes, Effies and Goafest. Sakshama reads romance novels the way most people eat chocolate—fast, often, and constantly craving more. Her favourite romance writers are Judith McNaught, Julie James, Sarah MacLean, and closer home, Anuja Chauhan. She lives in San Francisco with her husband and their Netflix subscription. TheWedding Photographer is her first novel.

Source: Pablo

To spice up life
Mundane and colorless
Temptations of rich aroma
Tantalizing ambiance of desire
Stimulating, stroking, feeling
Flames and raging fire
A lover's guide

This post is written as a part of A to Z Challenge held annually in April.