Interviewing Authors

I intend to interview regular authors here.

You can answer some simple questions and skip any if you don’t want to answer.

You can post answers here itself, in form of a new post or post them on your blog with a link posted here.

I hope it would help us know each other better.

I invite @lifeenhancer4all @sandeept252 @yamarella @cheriewhite


1. When did you begin blogging and how?

2. What are your hobbies, if any, other than blogging?

3. Do you think you have a goal or mission in life?

4. Where do you live at present?

5. How did you come across Blogger’s World?

6. Which books are you reading at present or which are your favorite books or authors?


Anyone, who is not a regular author here is obviously welcome to answer these questions and share their ideas with us.

#authors, #interview, #introduction, #sharing-ideas

Nobel Prize For Literature

On September 5, 1958 the romantic novel “Dr. Zhivago” by Boris Pasternak was published in the U.S. The book had been banned in the Soviet Union but still won the Nobel Prize for Literature that same year.

Boris Pasternak was born in Russia in 1890 and by the time the Russian Revolution broke out he had become a well-known avant-garde poet. His work was frowned upon during the 1920s and 1930s when under the communist regime Joseph Stalin put strict censorship on Russian art and literature. It was during this time that Pasternak made a living as a translator.

The novel that would make Pasternak known the world over was completed in 1956. “Dr. Zhivago” is an epic love story set during the time of the Russian Revolution and WW I. Soviet officials were angered by the novel stating that it romanticized the pre-Revolution Russian upper class and degraded peasants and workers who fought against the czarist regime. When the official Soviet press refused to publish the novel Pasternak found admirers who were willing to secretly smuggle the manuscript out of Russia bit by bit.

By 1958 “Dr. Zhivago” had been published and translations began appearing all around the world. The novel became an instant classic. When it came time for Pasternak to receive the Nobel Prize the Soviet government wouldn’t allow him to do it and banished him from the Soviet Writers’ Union. This action ended the writing career of Pasternak. He died of cancer and heart disease in May 1960.

However by leaving behind his novel “Dr. Zhivago” he left behind something wonderful and worthwhile for future generations. In 1965 Hollywood took over and created a hit movie from the novel starring Omar Sharif as Dr. Zhivago. The movie has many scenes that are rather hard to take but with the romance woven into it, it is very memorable. We all know that the world has gone through numerous wars but the one thing that has never died even when times were tough was romance. The movie itself depicts the wonderful romance of Dr. Zhivago and his love Lara. It also brought into the world the memorable song and music of “Somewhere My Love”.

In 1987 when Mikhail Gorbachev began democratic reforms, the long deceased Pasternak was readmitted to the writers’ union and the novel was finally published in Russia.

#authors, #boris-pasternak, #dr-zhivago, #novel-prize-for-literature

Call for New Authors!

Hello Bloggers!

If you want to join the forum as an author and contribute with your posts, please let us know in the comments. You can also tag one of the admins using @ in any comment of any post on the forum.




We will invite you to the forum as soon as possible.

We also encourage you to check our FAQ page for more information.

Thank you!

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Approved Comments

Hi Sandeept,

1. There were five comments pending for approval in admin. Two of them were by Angie, rest of two by Colette B and Indira. One of my link messages to my personal blog was also in the queue. I approved them all.

Let’s make it a habit of informing each other via new posts what we did.

2. I looked into records. 201 members have author access at present whereas there are 1732 members. Anyone can have access if they request for it. I request active authors to contribute in any capacity they can.

3. I have added ‘comments queue’ category as pending comments approval is likely to be a recurring theme for admins.



#admin, #authors, #comments-approval

Osho aka Acharya Rajneesh!

1. I was fond of reading. In 1991, that village called Taparian got a small box full of books for kids studying in the government primary school. My parents were teachers there. I used to sit on the wall of Shiva temple-watching the rahat-the circle of boxes driven by couple of bulls. It was the irrigation device for fields. I used to sit for long hours reading tales of adventures of Sindbad the sailor and conversations between Yama and Nachiketa.

2. I went back to that village after my entrance into college. To see what was so sweet, so divine about those books, about that place. I could have brought all those books with me: mostly Eklavya Prakashan Delhi. Aha! The teacher in that village was offering all those to me but I thought: how very unethical and selfish it would be to keep those sweet memories with myself and not let other kids read them. I didn’t bring those books but made a list which I brought back to search titles online.

3. It was a child’s dream. A climactic setting which made the reading so joyful. I got admission into Maria Mata Convent School in Chhatarpur. I was supposed to enter standard fourth but my Vocabulary which merely had twenty odd words allowed me entrance only into second standard. I was seven when I entered Maria Mata. I met Aditi there. She disappeared too soon. I recall her curly hair everyday i pass from her new colony apartment. An accident consumed three of them. Her brother was left stranded. Marooned.

4. Opposite to that street is Homeguard office which celebrated its 74th establishment day very recently.

5. My reading books continued. Pandit Shriram Sharma Acharya was the most prominent spiritual author at that time. I got hooked. I read all of his literature. I might have bought five or seven vaangmayas at most. The clear clairvoyant perception that I had at first was 555: detergent powder. I was in the Cricket field. Bowling opposite to Chaurasiya ji wall and as I came here to drink water I heard the same ad being played on TV. His book on Ichchha Shakti or Will Power was my favourite for a while. It was first read by Ankur’s grandmother. Gayatri Mandir was munificent with literature. I was always disappointed by seeing most of them not following his teachings or not reading enough of his literature. During lockdown some of the marriages had to follow his teachings: not following dowry tradition or splurging money. Just a fraction of what he imagined for 21st century golden future.

6. Unless I had been to Kota, Rajasthan, I would have been limited to Pandit Shriram Sharma. I was addicted to his books. No other words would do justice. All of our family members used to read the magazine Akhand Jyoti but I was a researcher. I experimented. As early as at 10 years of age.

7. In Kota i was dying. Struggling. Surviving. Desperately I searched for his literature to get inspiration. I didn’t find it on stalls. Not in Vigyaan Nagar or Favvara Chauk. A lady on a book stall showed me a book by Osho. That was a turning point. I gulped 24 books within six months. I understood everything he said. I was devoting most of my time to breathing practices and invented a rhythmic breathing pattern which I called Taal. It helped me get rid of anxiety. Made me gain weight which I had sought for long in my teenage years. I ultimately gained Hatha Yoga Laya Samadhi with that method after four years of practice in 2007.

8. When I returned from Kota my parents were ready to burn those 24 books. Santosh sat with a pen highlighting each and every line which had a reference to sex. Usha Shukla’s husband accussed me of getting into a bad company which might merely have been a suggestion for jerking off? I won’t know. He took a book from me and never came back.

9. I had lost 8 kilograms in six months as pressure was too much. All family members had malaria together. I had nightmares. Dravid had scored three double centuries in six months. So did Ponting. Dravid could never do that again. Neither Ponting. I was being sacrificed. Cricket is as much of Tantra as anything else. How would I have known.

10. Osho was replaced by Eckhart, UG and Jiddu. Jiddu was easy for me though he was difficult for others. Why did Jiddu age and suffer in his last 11 days became my subject of research later on.

11. Osho aka Acharya Rajneesh was eldest among 11 brothers. A huge Jaina family. He was born in a wealthy family. He went to school riding on an elephant. He went to college in a car. He always had people who gifted him things. From Raisen to Sagar to Jabalpur to Bombay to Pune to Rajneeshpuram to Pune in the end: he created enough of a movement in merely 20 years of his lifetime to be declared a spiritual terrorist by pontiffs.

12. Osho never wandered like monks. He never walked through India like Vivekananda did. Yet his biography was named “Ek Fakkad Maseeha.” One penniless messiah.

13. Though he inclined towards Japanese Buddhism towards end of his life-his life was fashioned after Jesus Christ: persecution syndrome to make his business boom. His books were always costlier compared to those of Shriram Sharma’s.

14. At the peak of his success he had 20 million followers worldwide. Teachers like Ram Rahim or Asharam had much wider following. What differentiated him?

15. He was an intellectual. He claimed to have read 10000 books at once. His personal library has more than 100000 titles.

16. He had the luxury to experiment with LSD and Nitrous Oxide was always available for him.

17. At once he was the most widely read author in India along with Freud.

18. Sex and Death were subjects he openly spoke about. Taboo breaking teachings made him infamous. Tax evasion was his bane. His freedom was limited in the end. He seemed bitter.

19. I visited Koregaon Park in 2009, along with Yervada Mandir(Jail?) They are located nearby to each other. I also saw Milind Gunaji in Vimaan Nagar as I took membership of a library. Right ho Jeeves! The pyramid near the lake touched my heart. The vibration remained with me as i said goodbye to Pune and went on a journey to Chennai. Madras.

20. I didn’t read all the books by Pandit Shriram or Osho. I didn’t need to read them. They have too much of repitition. They didn’t reach the heights of Vallalar.

21. Osho assumed the title of Bhagwan in Pune. It means ‘ the blessed one.’ In conventional jaina hierarchy of beings it meant Arhat or Arihant. From Upadhyaya to Arya to Siddha to Arhat: it was his own journey. He must have known what was being done. I don’t know where he’s now but his voice has influence on many people; especially on young neo sanyasins. He came in a line of twentieth century teachers who were supposed to research and refine Buddhism. Being a jaina he could never give up his trading attitude(his words not mine!)

22. UG called him a pimp. Jiddu said that he took money from kids and kept it for himself. Jews seemed happy with him. It’s suspected that Christianity caused his arrest and departure in a painful manner. How many people have towns made in their name in a country where they were not born? Gandhi has almost every major city with a street named after him. Gandhi’s literature is mostly about prisons.

23. Osho means ‘oceanic in experience.’ Rajneesh means Moon. Born in Gadarwara, Narsinghpur on 11121931 he had a five planet stellium in the sign of Sagittarius with its lord Jupiter exalted and retrograde. Retrograde planets give results opposite to their dignity. His Jaimini Atmakaraka was Jupiter and it was in Pisces in Navamansa. Was he a liar and a thief?

24. Never born never died:  he was one of the most prolific authors of twentieth century. All intellectuals born in India since then have heard about his teachings. In an interview, Amrita Preetam called him a sage : Then- I felt his sage status was confirmed- in my mind.

#acharya-rajneesh, #authors, #birthday-wishes, #osho, #samadhi

How dreary to be Somebody, How Public Like A 🐸 Frog!!!!!!!!!!

1. Kunwar Pratap Singh was a classmate in Government Higher Secondary School Number One. The school later became School For Excellence. It became a co-ed only after we graduated. What a pity! The best of teenage years were wasted in dry pursuit of academics under teachers who were draconian to say the least. They did give plenty of scope for humorous stories woven around each one of them as they had distinct personalities.

2. From P. D. Yadav(Mathmatics and file management), Dixit sir(variety shoes and chalk) to Harendra Singh(Amazing calligraphy!)Santosh Sharma(Periodic table, lab and terror along with volleyball) to Beni Prasad Chansauria(terror, discipline and volleyball) to Mahendra Khare who was a poet and used ‘great’ as his penname: there were likes of S. S. Khare(samjhe?) and principals Hanfi(volleyball team with Sharmaji against Chansauriya ji) followed by Mishra ji whose son Rohit was a hostler with me in Bhopal.

3. Coming back to KPS who came on a bicycle as we used to go to our tuitions in those days: after our PET counseling. He had got the same college and planned about staying with me in a hostel in Bhopal.

4. On our induction day with seniors in college, since he had difficulty with English ( English as a language was taught only from standard sixth in our schools-Hindi medium Madhya Pradesh board schools,) he solicited my help. His parents were probably farmers if I recall it right. They had no time to teach him English in his budding years. I had at least 4-5 years of headstart compared to him as I was in a convent school where they taught English since kindergarten. But I was not fortunate enough to study in kindergarten. If I was not born in indigent circumstances, if I had had a kindergarten education, if my parents and teachers were not so draconian, if in my eleventh and twelfth standards I had studied in a co-ed, I wouldn’t have developed complexes towards opposite sex. Complexes which took a long time to heal.

5. This post was supposed to be about KPS. No. This is supposed to be about someone else but I am beating around the bush to be enjoyable. KPS asked for my help.

6. I was APS. Always ready to help. I gave him an Urdu verse…just four lines:

“Kul Shahar Badhawaash hai is tez dhoop mein;

Har shakhsa zinda laash hai is tez dhoop mein;

Haare thake musaafiron-aawaaj do unhen;

Jal ki jinhe talaash hai is tez dhoop mein;”

It roughly translates as:

The whole city has gone mad in scorching Sun;

Every person is a living dead(zombie);

Oh tired and lost travellers;

Give a call to those who need water(of life.)

7. I didn’t understand waters of life in those days for I hadn’t tasted it. However I think: if instead of using ‘jal’ the poet had used word “aab” or “giza-e-rooh” it would have been consistent with Urdu in which he used words like badhawaas, shaksh and talaash etcetera. Anyway…

8. KPS went upstage: recited two lines. I had made him learn all four by heart. He had such a stage phobia that he forgot lines after two…his throat parched. I felt bad for him that day. I had worked hard with him. He remained depressed about English for long and even spoke about quitting engineering. He was technically sound but the medium suddenly becoming English was a great challenge. That showed itself in form of stage phobia that day. He recovered and got his degree as well as became a teacher in an engineering college.

9. I recited Kalidasa’s “Salutation to the Dawn” on stage. I had read its English translation by (Thomas Carlyle) Dale Carnegie in a book gifted to me by my uncle after my high school. It was one of the first books I read in that language along with Shiv Khera’s “You Can Win.” That book was ordered from Jhansi as it wasn’t available here. Though I also had stage phobia: I could render the poem on stage.

10. It was that day : I was facing North. Garima the bespectacled poetess was discovered. She recited Atal Bihari Vajpayee’s poem with a clear pronunciation. I thought I was hooked. Then appeared Swati who could mimick Ravi Shastri and Tony Gregg (Pretttai Good here!!!) I was instantly confused. You know who won!

11. I veered from the main point. The main point was this(sorry for having wasted your time, energy and BW; that’s if you really read those points: you can advise readers to jump to the point number 12)

12. Kunwar Pratap Singh had a book of poetry. His sister was pursuing English literature. I hope it’s not the same lady who was in Sanskar staff in 2016 for that was a horrible experience. The book had a verse by Emily Dickinson. I had read the verse but I fell in love with her, all over again!

I am nobody;

Who are you?

Are you a nobody too?

Then(well then!): there’s a pair of us(yes.)

Don’t tell them(Shhhh!) They’d banish us!

How dreary to be somebody!

(mine: Indeed. How limited. Dry. Arid. )

How public like a 🐸 frog

To call live long day an admiring bog!

{ I had to look up live long, life-long? Hmm…bog? Ok. }

What a treasure. I might have read couple more verses by her but I got an app this year and there are tonnes of verses. I am in some kind of heaven.

14. But I really want to go to a heaven where Dickinson is! If not as a paramour, then as one of her close friends or pupils( if she teaches verse!)

15. If any of the angels reading this post have whereabouts of Emily: feel free to contact me or comment. I would make it one of my goals to pursue her heaven and reach it. (Hazaron khwahishen aisee…)

16. What kind of surname is Dick-in-son? No, really, who assumes such surnames? Like Phillip K. Dick. It’s a strange world indeed!

#authors, #emily-dickinson, #logos, #memoirs, #verse