Author Feature:-

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Arundhati Roy, born on November 24, 1961, in Shillong, India, is a renowned author and political activist. She gained international fame with her debut novel, "The God of Small Things," which won the Booker Prize in 1997. Known for her lyrical prose and intricate storytelling, Roy's work often addresses social injustices and the complexities of Indian society. Beyond her literary achievements, she is an outspoken advocate for human rights, environmental causes, and political activism. Her non-fiction works, including "The Algebra of Infinite Justice" and "Capitalism: A Ghost Story," critique global and Indian socio-political issues. Roy's blend of literary talent and activism makes her a significant voice in contemporary literature and social discourse.

About her book "The God Of Small Things" :-

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"The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy, published in 1997, is a Booker Prize-winning novel set in Kerala, India, during the 1960s. It tells the story of fraternal twins Rahel and Estha, whose lives are irrevocably changed by a series of tragic events stemming from familial and societal pressures. The novel intricately weaves themes of forbidden love, caste discrimination, and the lasting impact of trauma through a non-linear narrative. Roy's poetic prose and vivid portrayal of the social and political landscape of Kerala enrich this poignant exploration of how small, seemingly insignificant things shape the broader course of life.

"Memories" - By Bhumika Raikote of BA Final Year 

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I live in memories,

Memories, the unfaded ones,

From the vast past full of memories,

I choose the beautiful ones, our memories.

The moments spent,

In the vibrant hues of VIBGYOR,

The shoulder offered in times of pain,

Peace dwelled in your embrace,

A pillar of support in life's hustle.

From the unpleasant memories,

I expunged the painful ones,

Safeguarded the priceless memories,

The joyous moments fill my heart with love.

I live in memories,

I live in our memories.

 Author's Feature:-

 

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RK Narayan was a famous Indian writer globally known for his fictional writings of Malgudi. He was born on the 10th of October,1906. During his career, he published fourteen novels, over two hundred short stories, a memoir, two travel books, several essays, and two plays.

 He was among the first few Indians who started writing Indian literature in English.

He was awarded the AC Benson medal from the Royal Society of Literature, the Sahitya Akademi Award, the Padma Bhushan, and the Padma Vibhusan, third and second of India’s highest civilian awards. Swami and Friends, The Guide, and The Vendor of Sweets are some of his most famous books.

About his book "The Vendor Of Sweets":-

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The Vendor of Sweets by R. K. Narayan, is the biography of a fictional character named Sri K. V. Jagan who is a sweet vendor of (a fictional Indian town) Malgudi. The story beautifully reflects his conflict with his estranged son and how he finally leaves for renunciation, overwhelmed by the sheer pressure and monotony of his life.

The novel was produced into Mithaivalla, part of the Hindi TV series, Malgudi Days, and was subsequently dubbed into English. The Vendor of Sweets tells about the relationship between a father and a son after the death of the mother.

Jagan is the protagonist of this novel. Mali is the son of Jagan. The major theme of this novel is the generational gap. As Jagan was a traditional one, he doesn't let Mali engage in things that were against the tradition and it creates conflict between both of them.

"Mom" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC Second Year 

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As her final child,

Yet, never the least cherished,

Her love, my breath's sustainer,

In chaos, her warmth my solace.

When sickness gripped, her tears fell,

She, the tender hand that dried,

Every tear, unfailing,

In her thoughts, I'm never forgotten.

The gem of my existence,

Her presence, my motivation,

Urging me onward, never to falter,

Her heart, a mirror of her beauty.

Eyes, bearing burdens profound,

Yet, love endures, undeterred,

Despite unreciprocated affections,

In moments of despair.

She's the beacon amidst darkness,

Her love, the remedy,

To dwell in her company,

As friend, daughter, and mother.

Is all I seek, all I need,

For true happiness to blossom.

"My Passion: Strokes of Expression" - By Safiyyah of BA Second Year

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Painting is my passion,

I love to paint, it's a narration,

Of my brushes and colors,

I draw flowers, I love drawing.

I spread colors across the sheet,

I paint a parrot and a cage, 

It speaks without words, a profound

message,

As painting is the universal language.

With every stroke, I bring life to the page,

A world of imagination, a vibrant stage.

Through art, Emotions spring to life,

A visual story for all to derive.

In hues and shades, I find my voice, 

A canvas, my playground, my ultimate choice,

With each masterpiece, I share a part of me, 

A glimpse into my soul, for all to see.

"Ricky Stanicky" - Movie Review by Sai Varshini of B.Sc BTCFS Final Year

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Ricky Stanicky, what started as a fun, relaxing, and celebrative evening after my last exam turned out to be a real bombshell! It's the story of Ricky Stanicky, a movie now streaming on Amazon Prime Video (Sorry about the spoiler alert for anyone who hasn't watched). A man who was once a nobody managed to find himself, and all it took was one day. Just one day, and he didn't miss the chance. It's a story where lies come to life and lives turn into a lie.

So, Ricky Stanicky is an imaginary friend that three friends made up as a pushover, a lie that grew too big and for good. 

It was a real journey watching the friends toast to "Ricky Stanicky, the best friend we ever had" from "Ricky Stanicky, the friend we never had."

He was down in the ditches, simply broke, lost, singing sexualised versions of pop hits, running away from people he didn't know how he wronged, and suddenly he was a nationwide hero, leading mergers, dancing the night away with the woman he loved. He had the best social circle, the highest pay and the perfect life! All because he took the chance. He rediscovered himself and respected himself in probably his mid-30s. Ricky Stanicky taught us that it's never too late. It's never too late to come clean and start afresh. And we're all barely 20, what are we waiting for!

All the movies and fairytales show us happy endings, but this one taught me happy beginnings. Something new for a change. And in life not everything happens slow, steady and planned, some things flip around real fast, be it good or bad. This all wouldn't have come off happy if it weren't for Erin, who looked at everything with a different perspective. Maybe it was just a fun comedy and drama-filled movie to some, but this is what I saw. Many of us have had a gazillion of these epiphanies, but we just chose not to act upon it, but Ricky didn't! 

GUESS IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!

"Your Beautiful Eyes" - By Safiyyah of BA First Year

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When I see your charming eyes,

Where all the untold secrets lie, 

Understanding your mysterious gestures, 

Seems as difficult as rolling a dice. 

It is purely white and cool like snow ice, 

Even if it holds hatred, it would still look nice, 

Even the glimpse of your eyes,

Can force many to die.

It shows your sensitivity when you weep, 

Shows your innocence when you sleep, 

It reflect the deepest of the deep, 

It will still express the silence you keep. 

Your lustrous eyes are like crystalline,

Sometimes your eyes lack happiness, 

And they still look fine,

Your stress never affects, it shine, 

And they are as addictive as wine.

Your eyes hold the attractiveness a jewel,

Hence, it feels like drowning into a well, 

Looking into your eyes, anyone would fall,

These eyes are enough to take me to hell. 

As you have these glamorous eyes, 

I wonder how beautiful the eyesight is, 

You need not groom your eyes, 

As I've already been poisoned by these.