Practising Spiritual Intelligence: Book Review


For Innovation, Leadership and Happiness

Author: Awdhesh Singh

Practising Spiritual Intelligence: For Innovation, Leadership and Happiness

Book Blurb:

We all wish to attain success and happiness in our lives. However, only a few people are able to live life the way they want and get what they desire in their lives. Our ability to get what we want is commonly known as intelligence. Yet the IQ Tests are not the proper measure for true intelligence as we know that many people with high IQ lead miserable lives as they fail to develop the true intelligence, which must include:
1. Knowledge of the self
2. Knowledge of others- your allies and your opponents
3. Knowledge of the ground situation
4. Knowledge of the various techniques that need to be employed
5. Intuitive ability to select the best technique
Spiritual Intelligence is defined as “the ability to know the self, know other people, know the ground situation, understand the ‘desired objective’ and inculcate the ability to choose the ‘right technique’ that should work in the given situation.” This book explains the concept of Spiritual Intelligence and provides practical methods to develop and practice it for developing innovation, leadership and happiness.


My Review:

This was a very interesting book. The way spirituality was explained with different scientific theories and examples made the reading so much more interesting.

The best part of the book was that really complex concepts were written in such simple way that it was very easy to grasp everything. The entire thing was made even more interesting due to the use of humorous anecdotes.

The book is divided into different parts, which made it more interesting, I loved the last part of the book the most, which dealt with all how to implement all the learning and concepts that are highlighted in the previous parts to your advantage.

Intelligence is subjective, everybody has intelligence, but how to utilize your intelligence in a way that would lead to professional success, is what is highlighted in this book.

All in all, I really found this book to be very interesting, if you wish to move on in life, you should read this book. It’s fun, interesting book from which one can learn a lot of amazing information.

( I thank Dr. Awdhesh Singh for sending me a copy of this book. :) )

Game of Blogs – Midway Through The Heart!





Getting Together

A million thoughts whizzed passed his mind, as Cyrus got down from the train at Kochi. He knew that Jennifer was a decade older than him, and she followed a different religion, both major hurdles if he was going to think of any long term relationship with her. He was aware that the society would never understand their relationship, his own family would raise a storm if they ever found out he was thinking of a Christian lady who was a decade older than him. But, his worries, his concerns, everything just disappeared when he heard her voice. He had fallen irrevocably in love with her, and all he could do was hope that she felt for him the same way.

Jennifer had said she would pick him up from the station, but there was no sign of her. A beep on his cell phone told him he had received a message. Pulling it out from his trouser pocket, he saw that it was Jennifer, she would be a bit late as she was struck in the traffic.

Cyrus sat down on the bench nearby and his thoughts, just like they always did, went towards Jennifer. This time he found himself reminiscing about how they came so close. How the occasional messages on his blog, had lead to adding each other on social networking sites.

How the likes and the comments lead to chatting..and how chatting lead to sharing of numbers and before he knew he and Jennifer had started being constantly in touch.

Suddenly someone came up from behind and closed his eyes.

“Guess Who?”, her playful voice sounded even more melodious in person. She smelled of fresh lilacs.

“Since I have a few girlfriends here, it’s hard to guess exactly who it is, na?” Cyrus said copying her playful style.

“How Smart!”she said, giving him a slight slap. Cyrus got up to face her, and she was every bit as he had expected. Her dusky complexion was glowing with happiness. As she adjusted a fringe of her hair, he noticed the tattoo on her right arm, and just like everything else about her, it too looked better in person.

“So, what are the plans now?” he asked as she drove them to her home.

“I have booked us a table at my favourite restaurant for dinner, then I supposed you would be tired with the travelling so did not make any other plans.”

“Sounds Good!” said Cyrus, smiling to himself. He loved the fact that Jennifer was so considerate of others. When he saw her photographs for the first time, it was quite evident that she was a smart, independent person, and he too had made the mistake of stereotyping her to be inconsiderate and heard hearted, the person who cared only about her independence and nothing else. But, as he got to know her, his opinion on her changed. He realised that just because some girl is strong, independent and career minded, did not mean she was not compassionate and caring.

Jennifer had booked a restaurant that had an amazing view of the Arabian Sea. Cyrus noted with glee that she had booked a candle light dinner for them. On their way, he could not help but be awestruck by the majestic beauty of Kochi. It was drizzling slightly, everything was so green and fresh. “Perfect for a romantic getaway” Cyrus thought eyeing Jennifer at his side. There was always mild flirting going on between the two of them, and the way Jennifer acted with him, he was quite sure that she too had feeling for him.

At dinner, he told her all about the International Symposium he had attended in Mumbai. The business class flight, the majestic Hotel, his suite with Jacuzzi, the conference and the people he had met. She was quite animated in her responses, prodding him to give her more details about it. As he started talking about his meeting with Aryan Ahuja, and his discovery about his knowing Shekhar, he saw Jennifer flinch.

“What happened? Something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, forget it.” she said, but her voice was no longer carefree.

Arre, just tell me what happened, I know there is something, please”

“ It’s just that this Shekhar that you are talking about, I used to know him once.” She said, there was a strange look in her eyes. A look of longing and sadness.

“Seriously? God! How come you never told me? I am a huge fan of him!” In his excitement, Cyrus missed Jennifer’s look.

“I guess, it never came up in our conversation.”

“Can we meet him? Can you please arrange a meeting with him? His work has inspired me so much, it is one of my dreams to meet him.”

Jennifer smiled as she saw his excitement. It was this excitement, this happiness in his eyes that made her say “Well, I have lost touch with him, but let me see if I can contact him. If he says yes, we could go meet him.”

She was not sure if meeting Shekhar after so long was a good idea or not, but right now she knew that it would make Cyrus happy, and Cyrus’s happiness meant a lot to her.

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Game of Blogs – Midway Through The Heart!





Journeying Into Hearts

A wee bit late in answering the phone and it got disconnected. Maybe, Cyrus suddenly decided not to talk to her…… Or, had she delayed in answering him…? She had already delayed once before in her life. Not again.

I’ll call him…

Cyrus’s heart beat increased instantly as he saw the number. He looked at the flashing number on his screen for a full minute before answering.

He and Jennifer had exchanged numbers in last night’s chat. All day he was thinking of the reasons he could call her for, playing different conversations in his head, but somehow, he lacked the courage to make that call. And, when he did make that call, he just couldn’t wait…

Having her number had in a way taken their friendship to another level. It signified that they were more than just online friends.

“HHello” Cyrus mentally slapped himself for letting his nervousness be so obvious in his voice.

“Hey Cyrus. Sorry. Before I could take your call, it had got disconnected. Hope I am not disturbing you.” Jennifer’s voice was exactly like Cyrus had imagined it, confident and sweet.

“No, not at all, I was thinking of calling you all day, but somehow did not.” Her laughter at hearing this made Cyrus forget his nervousness. He always found himself being brutally honest with her. In their chats he had been able to tell her things that he had not told even his closest friends. There was something about her, he felt she understood him.

The rest of the conversation was a breeze. They ended up talking for about half an hour. Later

Cyrus could not recollect what they had talked about; he just remembered feeling very light, happy and relaxed post the call.


Jennifer was elated when Cyrus finally asked for her number while chatting. She expected him to call immediately. When he did not, she was mildly disappointed.

However, time had taught her to be patient and not reckless, something she had been once when she was much younger, causing her to lose something close to her heart. The next day, when Cyrus had called, she felt light and happy – a sensation she had not felt for a very long time. He sounded a bit nervous at first, but as the conversation carried on, they hit it off immediately. He was every bit as charming on call as he was on online chats!

That one call opened the floodgate of calls, messages and video calls between them. Before she knew it, she and Cyrus were constantly keeping in touch with each other. Everything was just perfect. Jennifer loved waking up to see his “Good Morning” and going to sleep while on call with him.

The age gap did not matter as much to her as it did before.

So, when one day Cyrus was acting a bit aloof, not picking up her calls and giving one word answers when he did, tired with this behaviour, she told him to either tell her what the matter was or just become normal.

He called her that night. She had half the mind to not pick up the call, but her curiosity got the better of her.

“Sorry, really really Sorry” was the first thing she heard which brought an unexpected smile to her face.

“That’s fine, but at least tell me what the matter is.”

“I just had the most horrible day.” He sounded extremely frustrated.

“I wish I could just get away from all this frustration for a while.”

“Well, why don’t you?”


“Why don’t you make a trip to Kochi? Kerala is the most relaxing and exotic of places. People from afar come here and feel refreshed. Why don’t you come here when I am there for you?

Why don’t you take a few days off and relax? I would love to be host.”

There was silence for a while.

“You there Cyrus?”

Regaining his voice, he asked, “You seriously mean it? You really will go out of your way for me?”

“Sure. Why not?”

The frustration in Cyrus had somehow vanished. He was extremely excited at the prospect of meeting Jennifer. The rest of the call had them both discussing the probable plans of the meet up.

After the call, Jennifer could not stop smiling and thinking about the trip.

“It’s going to be amazing!” She thought to herself and switched on her laptop to finish up with the day’s work.

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Devdutt Pattnaik on Women in Mythology


Dr. Devdutt Pattanaik, a trained medical practitioner, studies the writing of sacred stories, symbols and rituals and their impact on culture. Watch his passionate delivery on some of the nuances of Indian mythology.

Here is a list of books you might enjoy if you liked this talk:

Dr. Devdutt Pattanaik (born 11 December 1970) born and brought up in Mumbai and completed his MBBS from Grant Medical College. After working for 14 years i

The Cuckoo’s Calling (Cormoran Strike #1): Book Review


Author: Robert Galbraith (Pseudonym), J.K. Rowling

The Cuckoo's Calling (Cormoran Strike, #1)

Book Blurb:

A brilliant debut mystery in a classic vein: Detective Cormoran Strike investigates a supermodel’s suicide. After losing his leg to a land mine in Afghanistan, Cormoran Strike is barely scraping by as a private investigator. Strike is down to one client, and creditors are calling. He has also just broken up with his longtime girlfriend and is living in his office.
Then John Bristow walks through his door with an amazing story: His sister, the legendary supermodel Lula Landry, known to her friends as the Cuckoo, famously fell to her death a few months earlier. The police ruled it a suicide, but John refuses to believe that. The case plunges Strike into the world of multimillionaire beauties, rock-star boyfriends, and desperate designers, and it introduces him to every variety of pleasures, enticement, seduction, and delusion known to man.
You may think you know detectives, but you’ve never met one quite like Strike. You may think you know about the wealthy and famous, but you’ve never seen them under an investigation like this.


My Review:

The main and the only reason I picked this book was because it was written by J K Rowling. I enjoy her characterizations, her writing and her the worlds that she writes about.

This is her first Adult Mystery book Series and as with J K Rowling’s other books, her writing and her characterizations are just fantastic. But, she has a very different voice here than Harry Potter or the Casual Vacancy, so if you do pick it up, read it as something different, do not try to compare, and you’ll enjoy it!

Cuckoo’s Calling is not some fast paced, action packed novel. Lula Landry had died three months before the start of the story, the Police had done the investigation and pronounced it a suicide. So, when Lula’s brother comes up to Strike to ask him to investigate, his major motivation is the money, as due to his breakup and sad state of finances, he was living on noodles and staying in his office.

Strike goes on interviewing everyone who was in touch with Lula, and through each interview, we come to know a different fact.

Now, I do not know if it is because of reading far too many mystery novels, but the person I thought would be the killer, turned out to be true.

The book needs to be read mostly because of the interesting characters and the fabulous writing style that just draws you in it. Each character has their own back story that somehow made it more real.

I really like Cormoran as a detective and as a person. The awkwardness, the fierce pride to hide the obvious state of his living, his way of thinking, his cool, calm demeanor. Just perfect.

But more than Cormoran, I loved Robin’s character. She had always fascinated about the detective line of work, I liked how smart and witty she is.  I somehow feel she would end her engagement with Mathew in the next book, but if not for anything else, I’ll be picking up the Silkworm to know more about Robin.




Game of Blogs – Midway Through The Heart!





Age and Proximity

Memories are strange; one could live without as much as a thought about someone, but one little incident can open the floodgates of emotions. Emotions as fresh and raw as if the incidents happened a few moments ago. The only difference is that the happy moments bring with them a twinge of sadness, a longing of what once was.



Jennifer, still busy giving finishing touches to the photographs, smiled and checked the time.

11:30 pm.

She shifted the tabs on her browser and there it was, the mail she had been waiting for.

“[New Post] Cyrus Daruwala has posted a new blog Post”

Quickly clicking the link to the blog post, Jennifer started reading. He had written a very thought provoking article on the state of Juvenile law in the country. As she read, she was impressed with how deep and meaningful his arguments were. Even though he was almost a decade younger than her, she felt he was quite mature for his age. She admired his writing style, his passion for what he was doing, the earnest and almost naive belief that he would change the world.

She distinctly remembered the first time she had chanced upon Cyrus’s blog. She had started off looking for inspiration for her latest photography project. One site led to another, and before she knew it, she found herself reading one blog post after another by a young law student.

His posts were so precise and verbose, the way he wrote his feelings, she could not help but be drawn to his words and had consequently written to him. This had opened a floodgate of communication between them, they had so much in common and yet, they came from different walks of lives, had different experiences which lead to a lot of discussions and conversations.

Even though she did not want to admit to herself, she knew that one of the main reasons she was attracted to Cyrus, was that she was reminded of someone who once meant everything to her, and yet, someone who now had become a stranger. Cyrus’s writing evoked a deep longing in her. A longing for what once was hers, of what she had given up thinking that there were other things more important. Ever since that fateful day that she had read Cyrus’s blog post, she could not stop herself from re-visiting her past. A past, that she thought was now too far away to haunt her. How wrong she had been! The pain was gone though, that was a good thing. She no longer felt that gut wrenching pain when his carefree smiling face slashed before her eyes. Time might not have erased the memories, but it had successfully erased the pain.

Shekhar had the same way of expressing his feelings via words. Just like Cyrus’s words, she would be lost in the worlds that were created by Shekhar’s pen. The same earnestness, the same naivety, same offhanded carelessness, Jennifer often found herself wondering if what she had with Cyrus was the result of what she had with Cyrus or was it because she had suddenly started missing and actually longing for a relationship that she had with Shekhar?

Is it really fair to Cyrus, if she kept looking for someone else in him? Was she looking for someone else? Why this sudden need to know what Shekhar is up to?

Sighing to herself, Jennifer decided to just go to sleep. She knew that if she would start to analyze and over think this, she would just end up in a mess of emotions.


“Damn the Delhi Traffic!”

It had taken Cyrus two hours to reach home from his college.

After a quick bath, he ordered Pizza for himself and opened his laptop.

This was the best part of the day for him, all the tensions and the worries just melted away when he started to write. For Cyrus, writing was his way of relaxation, he could feel all the pent up energy leaving his body by the way of words. It was eleven thirty by the time he was finished with the day’s blog post. His half eaten pizza lay cold beside him on the table.

Taking another piece from the box, he opened his social networking site. After briefly scrolling through his timeline, he found himself on Jennifer Joseph’s page. He had developed this habit of visiting her profile almost every time he opened his laptop.

These days anyone with a digital SLR camera called themselves a photographer, but Jennifer’s pictures had a distinct charm of their own. Each picture had a story of its own, and the writer in Cyrus was intrigued by these stories. He remembered the day she had first contacted him, he had reverted with a polite response to her message and briefly glanced at her profile. A lady almost a decade older to him, he had never thought they would become such close friends.

The clock told him it was almost forty five minutes since he had uploaded the post. Cyrus felt a twinge of disappointment pass through him. There were a couple of likes and comments, but the one person’s reaction that he wanted to see had not come. He could not exactly pinpoint why this sudden disappointment. What did Jennifer mean to him? She was just a friend after all. But then again, he did not feel this disappointment when his other friends did not acknowledge his blog. How could he even think that anything with Jennifer was even a possibility? The age difference made it impossible, why then was he feeling thus?

His head swimming with these thoughts, he refreshed Jennifer’s profile. No new update.

Shaking his head, Cyrus shut his laptop for the day.


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What Kind of Censorship is this?


This question is plaguing me for quite some time now, ever since I saw The fault in our stars movie, I guess.

I have read the book, loved it and so when the censor board decided that I was not fit to view the Amsterdam scene, I was quite uncomfortable.

Now, as some people decided that that was a scene that I should not watch, I have not been able to see how it was portrayed, but in the book it was this cute, awkward, extremely clumsy scene between Hazel and Agustus. It was their one way of finally accepting their relationship, knowing well how short lived it would be. It was at this weird time when Agustus also finds out about his disease. The scene I felt was important because it showed the bond between them.

But apparently, others disagreed.

The question that arises is if that scene is inappropriate, how are other scenes/songs like this appropriate?

1) Katrnia Kaif being clad in just a bed sheet surrounded by a group of men on a bed, thrusting her chest in the most awkward way at the start of Sheela ki Jawani?

2) Shahid Kapoor tells the girl he falls in love with to shut up and deal with his stalking and that because he likes her he has a right on her, in the song “Agal Bagal” song?

3) Too many Item Songs, Remix Songs, etc. with raunchy lyrics and highly objectified women and somehow fully clad or at least comparatively more clad men?

4) Casting the likes of Sunny Leone just to keep inhaling deeply while wearing shortest clothes possible and prancing around the men without almost no significant role in the movie.

4) Almost any Imraan Hashmi movie?

And many more…

I find these much more uncomfortable to watch, and did not feel any level of discomfort reading the fault in our stars?

My question for Censor board is:

How do you decide what I can or cannot watch? And if the fault in our stars’ scene was so ‘vulgar’ that it needed to be censored, why the above points acceptable?

Is it because the TFIOS scene did not objectify Hazel from weird angles?

I must add here that I do not approve of censorship of any kind, I feel each person has a right to decide what he or she wants to consume, be it movies, literature or movies.

But I do have a problem when even a U/A passed films have almost naked women singing and dancing to horribly double meaning songs, glorifies eve teasings,  have songs that approves of stalking, graphic violence, rapes, etc., but when the same audience is not considered mature enough to watch a scene of real, meaningful and consensual sex.