Obituaries..Death @ my doorstep

Death @ my doorstep sounds like a horror story with a sad ending..but when Khuswant Singh writes on death its a lil more better..on things like

1.Nearing Death

2.On the hit list

3.Life after death

4.From the death sentence to gallows

Its a lovely book and shows perspectives of people who knew death is @ their doorstep..

He writes about Zulfikar Ali's death sentence and his last feelings in the jail..he writes about the Amrita Shergill ( wht a bold women @ tat age..) ..also about Sanjay Gandhi..Chetan Anand..Nargis..etc. Read this one its a nice book.

N now am wondering waht it would like to be when u know Death is @ yur doorstep...I m honest..i don't want to arrive at tat situation..i wud love dying when i m fast asleep..painless ..death..no worries....

Hmm..so put yur thinkin hats and think waht wud u do if u knew 'Death's @ yus doorstep'

9. Somethin..

After reading three mistakes of my life..i was also set to read the last chetan bhagat one..( actually his first but i did not read this one ) ..titled five point something...
looking at the title...u wud never realise its about GPA's unless u read it as 5.something...actually Engineering ( IIT ) GPA's are between 1 to 10 and obviously 5. something is bad..
so the author takes us thru his four years at IIT delhi..where he always remained a last bencher along with two of his friends ..they did all possible things inside the campus which finally landed them with a suspension for a last sem...
love..booze...prof's daughter as girlfriend..tats waht their GPA's were about ..forget studies..was their motto and live life @ IIT..
being an engg grad and always scoring a 9.something all through out my schooling..uni...and pg days..i never ralised waht it takes to get a 5.something on yur marksheet..
i was a very studios ( behenji types maybe ) always aimed to top the class..never shared my exam paper..forget notes..with anyone ..
but i really feel my life wud hv been diff it i were a 5.something student..i wud bunk classes..smoke..loaf around..attend parties..go clubbing .hang out..do night outs....call boyfriends home...
and lots more to do .........
i miss doing all tat...miss all my naughty friends..who got thrown out of class...wish i were a 5.someone student

Tat Summer in Paris

hmm..i ve trip long due to paris..but tis one is on the book authored by aabha dawesar..ahh..brilliant author..very few write romance in relations to art n sculpture..the author takes a around every nook n corner of paris..every artefact is explained along with the char Prem's romance life..the bk is abt a 75 year old author ...his n number of affairs..n recent one in paris wit a young writer...brilliantly put book...hats off to aabha...for writing tis one..i felt i was in paris..while reading n i felt i ws lik de gal mentioned in the bk..
fascinations i hv of paris
1.Eiffel ofcourse
2.louvre..
3.french cuisine..
4.french wine.

m currently reading khuswat singh's death @ my doorstep..so the next one it..

The Three Mistakes of my Life

Every1 has some or the other mistakes to admit in life..but to classify them or rate is the toughest task..Can you try doing tat ?? Can you classify three biggest mistakes in your life ?? take some food for thought and think ..

I was forced to think bcuz of the author Chetan Bhagat ...I picked the book recently ..and since then never kept it down..the book is about a G Patel..who messes up friends..love..politics..business and then goes on to commit a suicide...

Loved the book cuz it relates to me ..as in ..gujjus...and stuff gujjus do..also it had sydney..n cricket..these two things again are inseperable from me...

When i think bac...about past days of my life..i hv spent 10 K days on mother earth...i cant classify three mistakes of my life..there have been many...one which lead to another...but dunno how to classify them...the author has really provoked me think abt it.....

So u guys ..think too...three mistakes in your life.....

I know this is my first post...and everyone wondering why such a serious post...but i cudnt stop myself from writing it...