Aisle Be Damned

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AISLE BE DAMNED by Rishi Pipariya

‘Swaying hips, praying lips and flying tips’

If black boxes can survive air crashes, why don’t they make the whole plane out of that stuff?’

George Carlin

Aisle Be Damned

I can never forget my first flight. The memories refuse to die down because I was excited to ride through the clouds and that was the day when I was introduced to a new way of travelling. In every aspect of it, air travel is different from trains, buses or cars. It’s dominated by rules from the entry gate till ones exit at another.

Air travel is complex and I say this because I am one of the traveler who loves to fly but hates to strut through distant terminals and go through check in procedures. And I dread the term technical snag. But recently, I have felt the need to praise myself for acting brave for flying through air; after all I actually put my life in the hands of a complete stranger who takes me all the way above clouds about 40,000 feet and higher. Next time, I plan to meet the pilot and thank him personally… Wat say? One of the ideas that has made its way in my mind after reading the book and articles on debacle of MH370…

The title and the cover page definitely make you turn and notice the book and the blurb prepares you for a flying experience. Before you can have a second thought, you are already thinking about your last air travel. Some of the words that will hold your attention are ‘Seamless upgrade to Business Class’, ‘Winning the affection of flight attendants’, ‘Breezing through immigration and customs’ etc..

It isn’t a chick lit or a romantic tale but a collection of facts mostly put together from personal experience. And it promises to takes you off on a virtual ride between the skies. Rishi Piparaiya’s ‘Aisle be damned’ ensures that readers get a perfect blend of laugh out loud guffaws, soft chuckles, and rosy smiles. The funny anecdotes put together touch upon every aspect of air travel right from the word when you think of air travel…

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HALF STORY : Living a dream of educating all at 9,900 km above sea level

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 The dream doesn’t lie in victimization or blame; it lies in hard work, determination and a good education.
Alphonso Jackson

We all know that education is that which prepares us for everything in life and there can be nothing better than this if someone dreams to provide education for all. 


Mr. Chandra Kumar Pradhan, a retired principal has one goal in life and that is he wants education to reach every home. He wishes to educate all those who cannot provide for education. He runs and teaches at Saraswati Mandir School,  not just any school but one that is located at one of the points on Indo Nepal border which is  9, 900 km above sea level.  The place is called Megma.

When he was in standard fourth, he had written in his dairy that he would be a teacher when he grows up and today he is living his dreams. His passion shows when he talks about his mission that none should be deprived of education, not even those who cannot provide for meals. After retiring as the principal, he continues to teach free of cost. His actions complement his words as he happily talks about his passion and enjoys teaching.

The zeal with which he has been doing the good cause is exemplary. There isn’t anyone more satisfied than him but his noble endeavor needs our help. He doesn’t charge a single penny and thus teaching in a school without the essentials can be a tough affair.  He has enough passion to teach till his last breath but there is more to it. The school and the students need stationery to keep it running. 

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 2014 is the 100th anniversary of World War I (or, The Great War) and this story is build around those times. I was touched to read this one about a boy and his father who is sent for the war and the young lad does all to bring back his father.  The book contains the simplest and most effective blurb that I have even seen and it says it is a book which is about a son, a father, a secret and a train journey.  There are many books that we read but some just linger around for too long. This book falls in the category wherein the sweet taste and the warmth of the words is too good to die down soon.


John Boyne (born 30 April 1971 in Dublin) is an Irish novelist.

Book Review


Isn’t it a beautiful one? Thats dear Alfie at the left corner. I got a proof read copy which had a simple cover.


The theme of the book is LOVE…. that a son feels for his father… and goes through all troubles to get his father back from the WAR hospital.

A small boy of 9 tells his story.  His name is Alfie Summerfield and he is absolutely cute as his name. The story revolves around World War I when the men had no choices but to sign for the front. Alfie’s father too has to leave his son, his wife, his mother and the city to go and serve the country. This happens when Alfie was five. For four years, the father doesn’t return and Alfie has no clue about him.

The young boy narrates his story from his fifth birthday,  the last one his parents put together for him before the war, their separation and the worst times. There are moments when he absolutely wins over the hearts of readers. One feels so touched by his innocence. His connection and fascination with one book was very interesting. Whenever, he had time he would always read and re-read the book ‘The Life and Strange Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe’ which his neighbors and freeings had gifted him for his birthday. Read the rest of this entry »

BALI… My first trip outside India

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Bali, the smallest province of Indonesia is beautiful. It has splendid beaches, lovely greens, traditional temples, vast paddy and ‘kangkung’ fields.

In 2011, I traveled to Bali in the second week of November. The three days packages did not attract me as I was keen on a long getaway. We settled for nothing less than ten days and it turned out to be one of my best trips. It all began with a little preparation and the most useful of all was the information that I had collected by reading several blogs. Hubby was impressed with blogger wife. Did I tell you Bali was my first trip with hubby dear?

At Bali Ngurah Rai International Airport, also called Denpasar international Airport, Indians have the privilege of on arrival Visa, thus it was all hassle free. So whenever you want, just go for it.

On the way to the hotel, we got the first glimpse of Bali, it had an Asian appeal. I felt comfortable and at home. Colorful umbrellas (white, black, yellow and red) in front of every door step made me curious. (They depict their Gods with these colors) Beautiful carvings and large statue structures stood high in the center of the cross-roads and they made my eyes gleam.

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I am searching still…

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My theme is around specific words starting from the appropriate letter.. Today its simply about I, an independent and complete word in itself.


I cried hard and they declared I was born,

In pain, in pool of blood, smiled a sweet face,

I recognized not her, not anyone,

Outside the womb, I liked the lights,

Everything around seemed magical,

Soon I saw some happy faces around me,

They hugged me, kissed me,

But all I did was I cried and I slept.

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CONTEST: Election Time, Party Manifesto, The Dying Farmer

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The goons came in a bunch. They harassed him, beat him black and blue. He did not resist because he had no strength. The body failed him. The family had not eaten a morsel of Roti for the last three days. The children howled and his wife cried in silence. When they were gone, he spoke not a word but sank deep in thoughts. There was fear all over him not from death but failure. His crops had been destroyed due to the hailstorm and he owed money from the moneylenders, a sum which he could never pay.

Soon, he gave a weak smile. The thought that had been at the back of his mind for days took full control of his senses completely. He stood up, looked around the house, walked to the river and chose to get drowned. How easily he embraced death because it made him free from all the pain….

By M


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HATE is not just enough for these Super 10

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Today’s Letter is H and I wanna write about HATE.

“No, I am not bitter, I am not hateful, and I am not unforgiving. I just don’t like you.”
C. JoyBell C.

HATE is not a great word to know but we often experience it.  Hatred is a strong emotional dislike, detest for people, nagging behavior, their things or ideologies. Many a times it is not about hate but something close to it or beyond it but we club it all together.  The best way we adopt to react to this feeling is that we keep away from all those habits and people whom we hate, Don’t we?  But what about those who love you more than you hate… They never mend their ways and also never forget to give you reasons to hate them more…Thus, Hate has a funny side too….

10 Questions I hate being asked

  • When I was young, I really hated this one when they asked me…‘ Whom do you love more, Mumma or Daddy? ‘ Its so tough to answer this one… how can you choose between your two eyes… I never ever ask this one to any child…
  • Exams have never been fun for anybody but the moment the grueling thing came to end, everyone pounced on us asking one question without fail ‘How was the paper?’  I literally dreaded this question.  To add a funny side to it, I had created a unique answer too, ‘ The paper was black and white, I was expecting colored one.’
  • Ofcourse, I am a single child and mostly those who  knew always had this ask…. ‘ You don’t want a brother or a sister?’   No Aunty, I really don’t want anyone to share my parents’ love, please… I am so good being the apple of their eye.
  • ‘How are you?’ is another fake question that really irritates me. How often do we answer it truthfully? I hate it most when my Boss comes up with this question because I really can’t tell him that I am not good because of him.
  • Whats your age?  Omg! Please spare me with this….I am still too young..

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