Saturday, November 28, 2015

my new artwork. the title : The right light.oil  on  canvas. 22.5 H X 32W inches. price  is 1200$. the  3  clowns  are  showing  the light  of  wisdom  on  the  boy's  book  that is  turning  into  a  bird  which  signifies   the  conversion  of  knowledge  into  wisdom. The  artwork  speaks  of  the fact that  for  knowledge  to  be converted  into  wisdom  it  is  necessary  to  add a  little  happiness  and  contentment.  It  is  available on fine art America and Satcchi art  but if interested to buy you can get in touch on my email id.  the  shipping  cost  will  be  borne  by  me. it  will  be  shipped  rolled  in  plastic  tube.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

The Million Dollar Book Deal

Hi,
Please Click on the link and read my book "  The  Million  Dollar  Book  'Deal'.
Thanks.
Regards.
Bharati

 
Synopsis
Just like musicians, artists, actors, managers, entrepreneurs, chefs, robbers, gangsters, housewives… writers too want their million dollars. Every writer even the worst kinds has dreams of making the million dollar for her/his book like ‘50 shades of grey’ did and I am no different .
This is a writers story written in ‘first person’. Fiction. Humour. A satire on the roller coaster journey of a writer : from writing the first word . This book gives not just a humorous insight into what it takes to make or break it in the world of publishing but also deals with what kind of a rough ‘DEAL’ life can throw at someone who has chosen to be a writer.
This book is a humorous take on a writers journey. It takes us along with the writer’s dreams, desperation, hopes, prayers, failures and the courage to remain resilient, persistent against all odds as she deals with the pen, mental block, favourite Gods, literary agents, publishers and the many fraudsters that infest the publishing world.
You will find the entire book full of humorous anecdotes and incidents.

Here  is  the synopsis  and  an  excerpt  from the  Book : The  Million  Dollar  Book  'Deal'

 An excerpt  from the book :
  Those  were  the  days  when  I  took  out  the  printer  and  printed  a  whole  lot  of  pages  at  every  little  excuse. Not  just  my  books  did  I  print  but  also  the  many  www  downloads  of  books  and  articles .  My  printer  had  by  then  been  thoroughly  used  and  abused  and  made  noises  resembling  a   concrete  mixer  grinder  as  soon  it  was  switched  on.
    Anyone  who  has  ever  used  a  printer    can   imagine  the  hurdles  I  faced. And  since  I  was  in  a  hurry , right  then  the  printer  went  a  step  ahead  of  its  natural  behaviour  and  did  a  drama  only  it  is  capable  of.   It  had  barely  printed  10  pages  in  a  clear  and  clean  fashion  when  it  started   making  a  rumbling  noise  like  it  was   annoyed  and  began  printing  lines… First  it  printed  colored  lines  and  then  after  another  page   white  and  black  lines… And   by  the  time  I  could  cancel  the  print  it  had  put  forth    some  five  pages  full  of  peculiar   diagrams.  And  then  the  paper  jammed. I  tugged.  The  printer  tugged. None gave  up  except  the paper  that  ended  in  shreds.
   I  did  what  I  should  have  done  already : I  slapped  the  printer   around  a  few  times.  On  its  right  cheek,  left  cheek,  on  its back  and  stomach. First  a  few  light  pats  then  a   few  tight  slaps.  Nothing.  I  gave  it  a  good  shake  too  like  it was  a  medicine  bottle. It  rattled  but  nothing  more.  Blew  strongly  into  its  nest. Still  nothing.  Opened  its  lid,  removed  the  cartridge,  put  it  back..did  this  about  10  times  and  every  time  closed  the  lid  with  a  loud  bang.  It  made  grumbling  sounds  but  did  nothing  more. I  got  the  vacuum  cleaner  and  sucked  whatever  little  dust  there  was.  Still  nothing.
  The   printer  is  out  of  ink.  It  declared  on  the  computer  screen.
  I  pounded  on   Enter,  Esc,  Shift, Ctrl + Alt + Del… One  by  one  and  at  times  together  too…Mostly.  I  pounded  on  the  Esc  button  many  times  and  hard  enough  to  embed  it  deep  into  the  plastic  encasing  in  the  hope  the  miserable  message  on  the  screen   would  escape.   Nothing .  I  checked  and  rechecked. Switched  the  computer off  and  on   a  few  times hoping  the  message  would  miraculously  vanish.  No,  it was  still  there  on  the  screen.  I  removed  the  cartridge  and  wiped  it  on  my  dress  to  be  sure. No  smudge. Then  to  be  doubly  sure  I  spit  on  the   ink  side  and  wiped  it  against  my  thumb.  Yes,  it  was  completely  done  with.
   I  rushed  to  the  market  and  brought  a new  cartridge.  Another  30  pages  and   the  printer  was  as  hot  as  a  car  engine after  a  5000  km  drive.  No  worries , I  switched  on the  air  conditioner  for  its  benefit,   though  it  was  winters  and  I   was  freezing.  After  about  resting  for  an  hour  it  printed  another  100  pages  and  then  again ‘out  of  ink’. 
  ‘This  publishing  is  already  costing  me  some  serious   money.’  I  grumbled,   but  then  I  was  about  to  make  a  million  in  signing  amount  so  a  little  money  was  nothing.
  This  was  one  time  of  my  life  I  could  actually  see  the  million  dollars  floating  in  front  of  my  eyes  and  to  give  it  credibility  I  had  downloaded  an  image  of   huge  stack  of  money  and  made  it  my  desktop   wallpaper. To  tell  you  a  secret  I  bowed ,  hands  folded  in  prayer   in  front  of  it  every  morning    before  beginning  my  day. 
    Getting  back  to  my  story… I  rushed  to  the  market  again.  This  time  the  shopkeeper, a   good  man  he  was,  explained  to  me  how  there  was  no  need  to  buy  new  cartridges  and  how  the  ink  cartridge  people  were  scamming  me  and  that  how  he  would  refill  my  old  cartridge  for  almost  nothing.  Since  a  good  bargain  is  a  good  bargain  let  it  be  for  buying  underwear  or  inter  galactic  rockets,  I  immediately  agreed.
   Me  being  a  curious  cat  watched  him  carefully  as  he  took  the  empty  cartridge  and  poked  a  syringe  into  a  tiny  hole  on  the  side,  sucked  the  air  out  and  then  filled  it  with  ink. I  was  impressed.  I  went  home  but  not  before  I  bought  a  big  5  liter  bottle of   ink  and  a  10  cc  syringe  of  my  own.  After  all  I  would  be  sending  many   of  my  manuscripts  henceforth. Then the  computer  www  itself  was  loaded  with  such  great  information  that  had  to  be  printed. So,  a  5  liter  bottle  would  come  handy. 
   Naturally  followed   frustrating  times  when   the  ink  and  the  printer  played  mind  games  with  me  and  informed  me  in  the  lines  of ‘your  ink  is  fraud’  but  soon  I  learned  how  to  tame  them.  There  was  a  time  when  the  printer   turned  into  a  serious  headache  and  a  friend  suggested  I  give  it  a  soap  bath  just  like  the  one  I  gave  my  dog.  I  did.  It  didn’t  work.  I  was  devastated.
  I  called  her  up. “What  nonsense  have you  taught  me?  My  printer  is  finished.” I  was  furious.
  “Blow  dry  it.  Use  your  hair  dryer.” She  suggested.
  I  did. Nothing.  I  called  her  up  again.
  “Did  you  dry  it  in  the  sun  after  the bath?” She  questioned.
   I  kept  it  in  the  sun  in  the  balcony  while   the  pigeons   googoo-ed  and  crows  cawed   staring   at  me   and  my  contraption  as  if  we  were   something  to  eat  and  shit  upon… And   finally   after  about  an  hour  or  so  of  me  guarding  it  with  my  life …. Voila!!  The  printer  worked.   I  learned  how  to  give  it  a  bath  after  every  six  or  so  months  to  keep  it  in  tip  top   condition. Not  only  did  it  look  white  and  shinning  but  worked  too  without  getting  beaten  to  a  pulp!

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Love, Philosophy, Religion and Poetry Kindle Edition for free. A book on poetry.

Love, Philosophy, Religion and Poetry Kindle Edition  for  free. A  book  on  poetry.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00ZG9TDT4?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

A compilation of  34  poems about love, philosophy, the too many god and religion.
1. the prayer of have-nots. 2. A search for myself in a mirror 3. My other half 4. Enslaved by religion 5. Meaning of freedom 6. Refusing to die 7. The loud teachers 8. The doubt 9. Following the forefathers 10. A piece of love 11. The claws of greed. 12. A day of lust 13. Lady of the night 14. The city lights 15. The master and the slave 16. The wait 17. The gods at war 18. The land beyond the border 19. Caught between the mob and the fool 20. The defining dream 21. Two sides of a coin make one 22. The power of hope 23. The creation of god and devotee 24. What the Gods did 25. This is my reply to god 26. Divide and rule : guilt and reward 27. Being in Love 28. How did I chose my God 29. To each his right to wrong 30. The beginning 31. Unrequited love 32. Surrender. 33. Re-return 34. Blinded by love.

Friday, July 17, 2015

my book on kindle for free, please guys check it out .

my book on kindle for free, check it out guys  and  if  you like  it  I  would  be grateful for a  review.
thanks.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00Z0W7KPQ?*Version*=1&*entries*=0http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00Z0W7KPQ?*Version*=1&*entries*=0


The synopsis
A few months ago an old uncle of mine died leaving behind his 86 year old wife.
I asked her how she will manage alone.
She said, “For the last few years your uncle used to sit at the dining table watching me while I went about the day. As long as I live, I will just go on pretending he is still there sitting on the table watching me.”
This book was born out of her sad yet strong words.
It is a story of love, and extraordinary will to survive, where the dead husband is helping his lonely wife to live happily ever after . The story takes us through a single day’s events.
The story begins with an 86 year old Anadi finding herself on the floor after a fall due to an epileptic seizure. Her body tired and mind failing, she begins her day hanging on to an indomitable will to survive another day with her head held high.
The story takes us along with Anadi as she, alone and desperate, trapped within an old body, with fear and hope in her heart, interacts with the neighbours, the maid, the children, the grocer, the lunch boy from the restaurant….and a few other characters that fill a day. We can feel her fear of her looming death and her wanting to live. Her annoyance towards medicines but her hope for health. Her reminiscing the old days full of children, dog and dreams….her anger, her pain, her desperation….when we can almost feel her giving up she picks up the threads of life again.
And all along Anant, her dead husband, follows her around encouraging her and giving her hope to live a normal life….. and at times they go about reminiscing the past, some good and some bad, talking, cursing, crying, laughing and mocking the tough circumstances they are in.
Although there are times we will feel Anant is just an imaginary friend, it is only by the end of the day do we come to know, through the granddaughter who has come to pay a visit to Anadi, that Anant has been long dead and he is but a hallucination, though not of a failing mind but a loving heart.