There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
~ William Shakespeare
Life is a series of mysterious events happening every moment or the other and we have no clue of what is going to happen next and how. And in this conjecture of events, there is a zenith where the world conspires with you to give you the power to read and share.
Curiosity has taken man to places never seen or heard about. The act of sharing is a gift which has no limits. The ability to deliver a speech in a few words as opposed to speaking for a longer period of time can only be learnt by the power of reading and sharing.
Reading can be somebody's hobby and for someone it may be his passion. It has been by far my hobby to read more and more. And in the International Authors Day it is very difficult to choose an author and a specific genre.
Currently there are many Indian authors who have written many books on Indian Mythology, so for a quite some time it has been my favourite genre. Learning a lot about Indian mythology and History is very interesting.
Ashwin Sanghi’s novel “The Krishna Key” is the best book that I have read, in this genre, adding to the fact that there are many good authors and books in this category like Amish’s The Shiva Trilogy, Asura, Sita, The Thundergod, Govinda, The Kauravas, but The Krishna Key cathes everyone’s attention from the very first page and the evidences provided in the novel is just incredible and unparallel in its own way.
The serial killer who kills to prove himself as the last avatar of Lord Vishnu, and the intrigue story that follows it is just mesmerising and it keeps the reader in the hunt of what new evidence about Indian Mythology is he going to encounter in the next page.
And the better part of reading the book is that I have referred it to as many friends as possible and we all had a great fun discussing the Indian Mythology and in the process we had shared a lot of information we collected from various sources and the experiences we had from our childhood about “Lord Krishna”.
Moving the next book that I loved and my very first novel that I ever read is “Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho, and after that I had gone onto read every book of his and the philosophy he has about life is something that heals your heart and takes you to a world you have never heard of. Its life changing and very inspiring and “20 seconds reading” in his blog is even better and the moral he adds is what no other author ever does.
Again moving to another genre, autobiographies the book by Richard Branson’s “Losing My Virginity” is an exceptional book and it is a great business guide that takes you off your limits and to the horizon that seemed till now very far is now within your grasp. The knowledge Sir Richard Branson shares, his projects in the areas of health and his reflections about life is just incredible. He describes why it should be in the early ages of your life you should start your business, because the curiosity and the ability to look the beyond the ordinary and the wish to be better than the best, can only be found if you are in the age of seventeen or eighteen. A must buy book for all those who want to excel in the world of business.
And for the closing ceremony are the books for all Network Marketers, Rich Dad Poor Dad and The Business School, by Robert T. Kiyosaki, gives you the insight into this new world of business and the innumerable possibilities it has to offer and the ways in which it defied the orthodox ways business is being done and why is it the Business of the 21st century and it talks about dreams and to think big and to believe in the impossibility and most importantly how to achieve those. Robert T.Kiyosaki says “Financial struggle is often the result of people working all their lives for someone else.”
Finally I do love a poem by H. W. Longfellow its
“A Psalm of Life”
“A Psalm of Life”
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
All the authors of the world “Happy Authors Day”.
Thanks for joining in the celebrations for #IAD
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