Monday, February 28, 2011

Imagination can take you places

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.” said Albert Einstein.


I whole heartedly agree. I believe it is extremely important, especially in children to nurture imagination and make it grow. Most children are imaginative. But formal schooling which lays emphasis on scoring marks by giving exact answers (especially in many of the Indian schools) mostly kills imagination. 


Most schools in India, have printed colouring books for Art (especially in the lower classes) and they expect the children to colour within the lines. This is an activity which totally kills creativity and imagination.(If you want to know why read this). I do wholeheartedly endorse Susan Striker's 10 cardinal rules for teaching Art. (a long time back I used to teach Art to children and these rules were exactly what I believed in)

 

Anti-colouring books (By Susan Striker) are a good exercise to develop critical thinking skills and to nurture imagination in Children. My two  children (son who is 13 and daughter who is 9) absolutely love them.

I too do these exercises with them and I, despite being an adult, thoroughly enjoy it.

We treat this time with reverence--it is a 'special activity with mummy' time.  If they have fought with each other or disobeyed  me,then I don't do it that day. (The point I am trying to make is that they truly treasure the time I spend doing stuff like this with them).


Here are a few pages of what we did. On each page we took a small part of the picture, to do the exercise and then passed the sheets around so each one got to do each exercise. Click each image to see the enlarged view.

 

 


'Space explorers have discovered flowers growing on the moons of Jupiter. What do they look like?' asks the question. You can see what I drew :P :) and also what my children drew.


What do you wish for?




How do you look when you first get up in the morning?








What do you think God looks like? (My daughter did not know what to draw for this one. So she said she was just copying mine. I loved what my son drew and wrote ('a form which can take any shape') which I felt was really profound for his age.)



Some people think there is a man or a woman in the moon and others say the moon is made of green cheese. What do you think of when you look at the moon?
I loved what my daughter drew for this one.(she has drawn an alien). I liked my son's drawing too.

If any of you want to do this activity (whether or not you have children, trust me it's a great creative thinking exercise) , do post it on your blogs (if you have one) with a link back to this post and I would surely have a look!

Vive la imagination!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The most beautiful person in the whole world

Today is one of those days when nothing has gone right. It's been a lousy day through and through. And on days like this, it really shows on my face.

My daughter (who is nine) is very perceptive. One look at me and she knows what is going on inside my head. Sometimes I think she must have been a crystal gazer in her previous avatar.
"Mum," she  asks, "Are you fed up of life?"
(yeah, the kid says stuff like that. I am convinced she is an old, old soul in a young body)
" Yes, I feel like that,"  I reply.

"Mum, I must tell you one thing honestly. Even if you have pimples or all those marks on your face, you are the most beautiful person in the whole world."

I am so amused I chuckle.

"Thank you," I say.

And I mean it.

And I know she means it too.
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Ps: There is a fun contest happening on FB page of 'Life is what you make it'. It is 'Can you tell a story in 6 words?' . It has got  terrific response.There is a book give-away for it--signed copies of BOTH my books! Check it out and submit your entries here.


Monday, February 21, 2011

Reviews and Dial a book--Life is what you make it .A novel by Preeti Shenoy.



As might be expected and understandable, it is my second book which has completely taken over my life these days. The photo above was clicked two days back, minutes after I got my second book in my hand.


This is what the back cover says: (click to enlarge and read it)


Many people had already pre-ordered the book, and many of them got it even before I did!
 The initial reviews which are coming in are excellent, heart-warming and extremely positive.

Here is  what people have said about the book:


Sucheta Tiwari said:

Preeti has dealt with a real issue in a very real manner. Mental health is real. It exists and making it a taboo only accentuates the problem. She tells us that pretty girls who have it all can have a disease of the mind as much as they can have a road accident. They can also deal with it if given the right kind of support.

I only have to say that a hundred bucks is nothing for a read like this. Generally books from young, new authors are considered light "metro" reads. While I will refrain from estimating it's literary value (which is a matter of personal choice anyway), I will go out on a limb and say that this is what new age classics are made of. A real issue, characters we can relate to, a very practical yet emotional approach.

Loved it!
Ruchira Shukla said:

There are two things that stand out about this book. One is the unusual but very sensitive topic that Preeti has chosen to write about. Almost all the books that we read now days are either chic lits, or books about college life (I am sick of Books about life in IITs and management institutes! ) or about the corporate jungle. Preeti has dared to go off the beaten track to write about a topic few people know anything about, let alone would care to write about. The second thing that actually makes this book such a good read is the way Preeti has written it. The topic could have been dealt in a cold clinical manner or in an over emotional rambling way that would just make the reader pity Ankita and shed tears. Preeti however, has dealt with the issue in a very sensitive and perceptive manner without being over dramatic. In the first part of the book, She takes us through Ankita’s life as a college student with the usual escapades and happenings that gives us that `been there done that` feeling and brings a smile to our lips. But Preeti truly comes into her own as a writer in the second half of the book when Ankita goes through an emotional roller coaster thanks to Bipolar Disorder. Preeti has described the fears, agonies, frustration and pain that Ankita goes through in a very touching yet realistic manner that moves you beyond words and leaves you totally numb. The narration is simple, yet extremely eloquent. Words flow easily and lucidly and do a much better job in portraying feelings and emotions than complicated or intricate sentences would have done. Life is what you make it is that rare blend of emotions, sensitivity and excellent writing that makes Preeti a class apart from the other writers that we see these days.

 Click here to read her full review


Nandana Nallapu said:

"A gripping account of an young achiever's story, valuable, not just for the wonderful insight into the life of a person with psychological disorders, but for its significant power of how sheer courage and determination can overcome anything.
The research that went into the coverage of the illness is commendable.The impact of this illness on lives, careers and family is beautifully narrated and it imbues compassion in dealing with persons suffering with such disorders.

The author deserves praise for not getting dramatic or emotional in dealing with such a heart-warming story,yet it is an endearing read!!

Well-researched and well-written, the book imparts a substantive understanding of the illness itself. It breaks several stereotypes and shows how mental disorders can happen to even the best of people.But what works even best is the how the author stood true to the title of the book.

It all comes down to the grit of a young person to kickstart life successfully and thats what matters most-the unending zest to live life to the fullest !!"


Rashmi Banka said:

There was not even a single para in book which i felt like skipping.I loved Ankita's last letter to  Vaibhav the most...This book has put such a impact on me which I cannot describe in words..Sometimes we tend to live monotonous life and make official goals and promotions and career objectives as utmost goal of life.This book make me stop and rethink..

One can see flashes of brilliance from Preeti  in the story in portions where Ankita after joining for her dream course MBA in Bombay, raptures through the beginnings of her bipolar disorder, quenching her thirst for creativity which borders between being normal and abnormal.

All the emotions experienced by the young , intelligent and beautiful protagonist Ankita Sharma are very well defined !
Preeti has managed to express the ups and downs in the young lady 's life beautifully . Life is never a constant , each day is different .It is important to understand this and accept the highs with a smile and over come the lows with determination !! This is exactly how Ankita triumphs over the difficult phase in her life .
A must read for everyone :)
There have been many more mails pouring in, praising my efforts. Thank you so much folks. I am truly moved and ecstatic at the same time, as it was truly not easy at all, writing a book like this. (please read Authors note in the book).


The book is now on No.2 position on Top releases at Flipkart!

Many people from Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad , Kolkata and Kerala mailed me to tell me that the book stores have not yet got the book.
When I called up Crossword Bangalore today, they said it will take at least another 15 days for the book to reach the stores.
You can order my book on Flipkart and they deliver within 3 days.

However, many are reluctant to use a credit card online. For those who cannot wait to read it and yet do not want to go online to order,  my books are now available on 'Dial a book'. And yes--ordering the book is as simple as it sounds.
If you are anywhere in India, just call  9650-457-457 . (prefix a 0 if calling from outside Delhi)  and place your order. You pay cash on delivery (and it is free delivery too!) They have free delivery to 27 Indian cities. You can even sms them or place an order on their FB page or you can even mail them on talk@dialabook.in
 I spoke to them this morning and they are really sweet :-)
In case you want to win signed copies of both my books, there will be fun discussions and fun contests on the FB page of 'Life is what you make it'. (yes, its a very happening page!)

See you there folks and thanks so much for the love!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

500 posts and a photo journey down the memory lane.

Today is a rather special day. There are several reasons , the most important two being

1.My second book hit the Delhi book stores today!


2.This is my 500th post!!
Five hundred posts is a lot. It has been 4 years and 4 months since I started this blog. My life has changed such a lot in these four years—something that I never even imagined or thought possible even in my wildest dreams. It has meandered, curved, taken a path I would never even have known was an option. Yet, here I am today, a published author of two books and third and fourth in the pipeline. (Yes , I am already halfway through my third book!)

Most people who have read my first book (incidentally it is a national best-seller having sold more than 24000 copies and still counting) know how I got here. They know how deeply my dad’s sudden death affected me.  I had no one to talk to and even those I considered ‘good friends’ suddenly got busy when they saw a grief stricken shattered side of me, which was rather inconvenient to them.

Four years back, if you had told me that I will make a new set of even better friends, I would have been a cynic laughing sceptically at you. Yet, time has proved otherwise. I couldn't help feeling nostalgic today and I went and looked at some old pictures.

Since pictures speak louder than words, I thought I’d take you back through the annals of time with some pictures to see how I got here:


This was how I looked in November  2006, a month after I started the blog. I had just lost my dad and was shell shocked, depressed, grief stricken. (I don't have any pictures from October or September that year as I was too depressed to click any pictures) I had very short hair back then. (In fact I had short hair for nearly 9 years. I never thought I'd grow my hair)

 You can see my daughter in the background. She was just five then. I do not remember where we were driving to. But I remember stopping for the cup of tea. This is one of the few pictures where I am not smiling.

That same year I went paragliding. My dad's sudden death had left me so shaken that I wanted to truly LIVE each day, as I realised for the first time, how truly unpredictable life is. It was a marvellous experience. Yes, it is me in both these pictures.





From January 2007 to March 2007, I painted like a maniac. I churned out pictures after pictures. I was at my creative best. They remain to this day, some of my most bizzare, original and creative work. I did not know till that point in time,  how much depth really existed in me. Here is one of my favourite painting from that time.
(To see more click here and click on 'paintings from the heart' and 'mixed media collages')

That same month, I won my first International blogging award. I was thrilled to bits. It was the first time, someone was recognising my writing skills and appreciating it. I had never been published before and I remember how much I longed to see my name in print.

I got my chance in December 2007. By then, I had won quite a few blogging awards. I approached a local newspaper and offered to write for them. My first assignment was a 500 word piece that I had to write on 'Calendars'. I remember thinking "Oh my God--Five hundred words..How will I ever write?"  Today, I can churn out five hundred words in less than 15 minutes. But back then, it looked impossible.

I couldn't believe it when my first article was published. ( Yes! That truly was my name in PRINT!) and I was even more elated when I got my first pay cheque from writing. 

I went on to write for Times of India and Readers Digest. (I must have written  more than a 100 articles). Around this time, my poetry (again born out of deep pain) was published in a book by Sulekha series (called 'Sisters in rhyme').
I travelled to UK in September 2007. I had no idea then, that I would actually shift to UK a year later. I met Niall in person for the first time. Till then we had only exchanged mails. 



This picture was clicked in front of Tower of London.



And this is me, meeting Niall for the first time.

And that was how I looked in  November 2007. (And that is my niece).

 Time flew and I continued writing and painting.
This is a picture of me clicked in January 2008, while I was painting a picture.


In June 2008 I travelled to Egypt. I loved it



By now my writing had really taken off. Several pieces I wrote were chosen for the 'Chicken soup for the soul' series. I had also written for Delhi Press! Many magazines now carried articles by me.


In October 2008, it was indeed a BIG moment in my life, when '34 Bubblegums and Candies' was published.







I was fortunate to get some excellent reviews from almost ALL the major newspapers. (click here to read what they said).

Suddenly there was the Press calling me up! They wanted to interview me. They clicked my pictures. They wrote down what I said. People wanted my autograph on books. Some wanted to click pictures with me!  The people in the book stores recognised me when I walked in.  I was  now a 'celebrity'.

As the book began doing well, loads of mails started pouring in. Two pieces I wrote were published in a book called 'Woman--many hues, many shades' and my name appears on the cover with eminent writers like Khushwant Singh and Taslima Nasreen.






By now Satish's career had taken a turn too. We moved to the UK. It was an enormous change in our lives. The kids were uprooted from India and thrust into a completely new culture and world. They took to it like ducks to water.

I got an excellent chance to do an internationally recognised degree in portraiture. I enrolled for a course and threw myself into my art. Side by side, I was also working on my second book. Satish was very supportive. He handled everything at home whenever I had an assignment to work on.This is Satish and me--one of my favourite pictures. This was in February 2010 in Cromer, UK.







One of my closest friends Ajay (whom I have mentioned several times on this blog by now) kept pushing me to write.(This is a picture of me and him. This was in December 2009 on my birthday)





My birthday in 2009 was a truly memorable one. I spent it in India. (I was based in the UK then) with my closest friends.


I continued working on my second book and on my portraiture course through out 2010.My first book had started doing really well  and I began getting TONNES of fan mail.


My portraits began getting more and more realistic. I started accepting commissions! My hard work had really paid off.  Here are two  of my all time favourite portraits(Keira Knightley and Jim Morrison).







In October 2010, we relocated back to India. We moved to Bangalore where we are now based. It took us more than two months to find a home, to get our stuff shipped, to find a good school for kids  and fully settle down.




December 2010 saw yet another birthday of mine-and this was just as lovely as the last one.Click here to read about it. (and yes--that is a a picture of me on my birthday in December 2010. Again one of my favourite pics)



And today, on the day of my 500th Post (oh, what a long, long journey it has been!), my publisher called me to tell me that my second book has hit the book stores in Delhi!! Several people who had pre-ordered the book from Flip-Kart called me up to tell me that they had just received it.


It was truly a HUGE moment.



Today as I sit back, the enormity of my second book coming out, is slowly sinking in.

I think back to that day in October 2006, when I so hesitatingly started a blog. I was so scared then of even revealing my identity, online.

Yet, treading on an unknown path has taken me on a real adventure. I have reached an entirely different place with no clue or no definite plan. I have been just swept along, (propelled of course, by determination and hard work.)

And to think it all began with one single little blog post.

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[Click  here to take part in some super discussions where there will be a chance to win a signed copy of both my books. (The winner of discussion 'can you change destiny' was announced today)]




Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Turtle and the Moonfish--the story continues

 Some time back I had written a poem about the Turtle and the Moonfish. This is Part 2 of what happened since then.Click here to read the first poem.

 The Turtle and the moon fish--the story continues

sad turtle

Over the horizon,
Under the sea,
The turtle had got over the moonfish
And had let the past be.

Along came a Starfish,
So friendly and kind.
It was just the antidote,
A bruised turtle hoped to find.

They laughed and they talked,
And spent many happy hours together.
They liked each other (a lot),
And said would be there forever, for each other.

The turtle sang and celebrated,
And  she felt so grateful.
For getting a true friend,
Her heart was overflowing and full.

She thought over it (a lot),
As she had been hurt before.
She wanted to be safe,
Yet, she longed for more.

Finally she decided,
Risk it she must.
She would tell him of her love,
And in  her love she would trust.

She was  certain he loved her too,
So she told him and she waited.
But as each day passed,
Her heart little by little deflated.

She could bear it no longer.
She picked up the phone.
She heard herself begging him (for more),
She could also hear him groan.

She was quiet as she listened,
With a trembling heart.
The words he uttered pierced her,
Deep, like a dart.

He did not say,
Such a whole lot.
Just two simple words
“ I forgot.”

© 2011 Preeti Shenoy

For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.
 

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Song of the Flower--Khalil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.                                 
---Khalil Gibran


All the pictures above were clicked by Me and Atul (my son who is 13) at the Flower Show which took place recently at Lal bagh, Bangalore, India.

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ps: The last date for the contest (to win a signed copy of BOTH my books) is 11th February, Midnight IST. Winners will be announced on 12th by 4.30.p.m. Click here for more details and some amazing insights on whether you can change destiny.

Monday, February 07, 2011

On Sheila, Munni and other things

Singing is one thing I just cannot do, even to save my life. I have absolutely no musical inclination whatsoever. I can paint, I can make extremely realistic portraits, I can write, I can play basket-ball, I can bowl a leg-spin  and even do a perfect chakrasana in Yoga.
chakrasana or urdhva dhanurasana Pictures, Images and Photos

But when it comes to singing--I'd rather run a mile. Or perhaps that  statement should be slightly altered to say, those around me would rather run a mile :-)
I swear I don't sing badly at all. After all, I have taught at a pre-school (for children in the age group 2-4) where I sang nursery rhymes all the time. There is a certain grace and poise in singing "People in the bus bounce up and down" while jumping up and down, without looking like a complete moron. :-))  You have to jump elegantly and sing loudly enough so that the child in the back row doesn't fall asleep. The children loved it, I swear! They always asked me "Preeti aunty, can we please sing 'up and down'?" And I obliged. It is hard to resist cute little 3 years olds asking with great hope in their eyes. Besides, I had an absolutely adoring audience who hung on to every word I said like it was gospel. They would even throw in a free hug afterwards. 

We hardly heard any of the latest Bollywood songs when we were in the UK. After we have relocated to India, however, Sheila and Munni seem to be making as many appearances in my home as the ironing wallah who comes to collect clothes. My daughter (who is nine) asked me the other day "Mummy, what does  main zandu balm huyi, darling tere liye' mean?  That was the first time I tried to poetically interpret an item number. Don't laugh, I swear, there is such deep meaning in those lyrics. :D Especially when you try to explain them to a nine year old who has been exposed mainly to Pendulum, Katy Perry and Iyaz.

And then of course, there is no escape in India  from the famous Sheila ki jawaani. My children very well understood what 'I'm too sexy for you' meant. After all they are 13 and 9, which is equivalent of what we were at the ages 24 and 21. Yeah, today's children are the google-x-box-kinect generation, unlike us who were the doordarshan-cable-TV-video-game console kids. I had to explain what "main tere haath na aanvi' meant and what 'jawaani' meant too.

My English friends can watch the two songs (which have almost become anthems in India) mentioned in this post by clicking here and here (and boy  am I glad I do not have to explain the lyrics to my English friends in the UK! I would not be able to even if I tried!)

I must admit, the tunes are quite catchy. The other day I found myself humming (mind you, I said humming, it was not even singing, my voice was so low) 'Sheila ki jawaani'.

Both my children said in unison "Maaaa--please please STOP. Please do not sing."

"Why children, it is such a nice song," I teased them and sang a little louder.

"Maaa--please STOP ma. Even a person who has no intention to commit suicide will do so if they hear you sing. STOP," implored my son.

These days it is very easy for me to make my children obey me, as soon as I tell them something
"Go clean your rooms, otherwise I will sing sheila ki jawani."
"Go finish your homework, else I will sing Sheila ki jawaani"
"Better drink your milk.If not--'my name is sheeeeeeeeela...sheeeeeeela ki..."


The chipmunks version  embedded above has made my task even more easier. All I have to do is say in a squeaky voice "My name is............"

The children run and finish whatever they have been asked to do :-)
A thank you to Munni and Sheila :D

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Friday, February 04, 2011

A chance to win signed copies of BOTH my books



Do you believe in destiny? Do you think it is possible to alter one's life path? Are things in life pre-ordained or is life truly what you make it? What do you say? Join in the discussions on this page and express your views.
One lucky winner will be chosen and will get a signed copy of  both my books--'34 bubblegums and Candies' (which was a national best-seller) as well as 'Life is what you make it'.The name of the lucky winner will be announced on 12th February 2011, by 4.30.pm.IST.
Rules: 


1.  Please post your opinions only on the Facebook page .
(you can post any other comments here)

2. If you do not have a facebook account it just takes a few minutes to create one!

3.You can write as much as you want or as little as you want!

4.Post your entries before 12th Feb
 
 Good luck!
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Thursday, February 03, 2011

Do not believe ANYONE who says you can't

Do you have a dream? Perhaps you dream to be a published author. Perhaps you dream to be a personal coach or maybe your dream is to own six mansions in six different cities in the world.Maybe you want to lose weight. Perhaps you want a perfect body with six pack abs. Or maybe you want better health, a better job.

All of us have some desires, some dreams. We're only human. And as humans do, we talk about them to our closest friends or our family, the ones with whom we feel most comfortable. A thing that I have noticed is that very often, the first reaction of the person you share your dreams/desires with is that they will point out the reasons why it cannot be done, or why it is a bad idea. They will , in nine cases out of ten, play the devil's advocate. Maybe they think that they are being realistic here by pointing out the pitfalls in your plans (if you have made them) or telling you why it is difficult to realise (if it is a pipe-dream).

They may be trying to protect you, out of their extreme love for you, or they may genuinely believe that it is truly not possible. We, being human, tend to give a lot of weightage to the opinions of those immediately surrounding us. Our deep inherent (and perhaps subconscious)  need for 'approval' and 'love'  makes us tend to agree with the flaws that they point out. After all, they are only giving voice to that niggling doubt you had deep inside,but had ignored or pushed aside, being brave enough to share your dream/pipe-dream.

What then happens is that the pipe-dream remains just that. We do not act on it, as we feel it will be futile. So we push it somewhere to the back of our minds and carry on with daily business of life. We go to work, raise kids, go for movies, read, watch television, cook meals (or order :) ) and before you realise one day of your life had passed. 24 hours have gone--Poof! Vanished forever, never to come back. What we do not realise is that a part of our dream has vanished too, along with it. (or maybe buried deep inside, banished forever, relegated to languish in that box of 'someday maybe')


I can vouch for a fact that if you badly want something and if you act on it, no matter what others say, it is very much possible to achieve it. This is exactly what Rhonda Byrne emphasises in 'The secret'. This is what Esther and Jerry Hicks keep repeating over and over in their numerous books and workshops.

The power of human mind is indeed astonishing. You can read this post of mine which is about the power of believing. It has the very inspiring story of Graham Miles who suffered from a Brain stem stroke and whom the doctors said would never recover. The doctors have no explanation for this, as it was a case of  'locked in syndrome' and most people die within a few months.


One trick that I have learnt to make your dreams come true, is never to share it with anyone who is likely to express even the slightest amount of negativity. You want to lose 10 kilos? You can! You want to train to run for a marathon? You really can! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.Hug your dreams to yourself but pursue them quietly.

It does require consistent hard work, discipline, dedication. It may be difficult, but certainly it is not impossible. Do not believe anyone who says that you cannot. Stay away from well meaning people who say "You are being too ambitious." What they are capable of, and what you are capable of is very different. To them, it may seem so. They are judging you by their yardsticks which may not be applicable to you at all, even if they happen to be people who know you well.

In Feb 2007, it was  a pipe dream for me, just to see my name in print.(let alone be a published author which seemed so far fetched!)  I remember how delighted and over-joyed I was, when I first saw my name in print on an article I wrote for a local newspaper. I went on to write for Times of India and Readers Digest.I had no idea at that time, that I would really become a published author and that too of a National best-seller (which sold more than 24000 copies and still counting! ). Also, it had been a pipe-dream for me, for many years, to be able to create realistic portraits. I never knew that would come true as well and I never knew people would consider me good enough to commission me. Yes, I did work hard.

But more than that I knew better than to listen to the nay-sayers. I had my fair share of them and I still come across them. But now I have made myself immune to what the discourager says. When someone tells me that I am being too ambitious or someone tells me "Oh--but  that is impossible', it only makes me more determined to chase it harder.

Because I know something that they don't-- Nelson Mandela's words.

"It only seems impossible till it is done."
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 PS: My second book 'Life is what you make it' which will be out in stores by 25th Feb, can now be pre-ordered with a cash on delivery option!


 

You can also read the synopsis and join discussions on the Facebook page.



Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Life is what you make it--Facebook page

 Just created the Facebook page for my second book, which will be out by the end of this month. You will join in, won't you? :-)
 
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Life-is-what-you-make-it-A-novel-by-Preeti-Shenoy/133724803359609



And don't forget to leave me a comment here wishing me luck when you're done! :) (I do need it! Have worked so hard for this book).

You've all been so sweet!