Book Review: Love Hurts, Love Heals.

Book:- Love Hurts, Love Heals

Author:- Sundeep Tibrewal

ISBN:- 978-93-81791-14-1

Genre:-Love/Inspiration

Price:-195/- (I got this book directly from the Author for review)

Pages:-154

Publisher:- APK PUBLISHERS


As the name suggests it would be an intriguing story of bruises and cures over love…but before you jump up to conclusion I must say this one is different. The best thing a book can offer to you is its reality and it’s attachment to a person. That’s the prime reason why people love a story because they can closely relate a person with their life if not the entire story. The charisma of real life incidents and how one copes up with it along with the methodologies to grapple any difficult situation in life, is a real inspiration…and that’s the reason why I won’t rate it among any love stories in fact it would be wrong if I consider it to be a love story this is an inspirational composition. And that’s why I agree with the Writer Sundeep Tibrewal - “The ‘Love Hurts’ portion of the title is actually a misnomer. In fact, love never hurts. It is the absence of love which hurts-love only heals!”   As the feeling of love that exists within our heart even if that person doesn’t exist help us to overcome the obstacles from our life…!!!



About The Author: Sundeep Tibrewal is an Author and digital marketing professional. He completed his MBA from Indian School of Business (ISB), Hyderabad. He holds a Master of Science in Engineering from Arizona State University (ASU), USA. Currently, Sundeep is the Director of NeoBVM. He was the Chief Product Manager at 9.9 Media, managing their digital ventures, before NeoBVM. He has also conducted “Positive Thinking” workshops for school students in Kolkata. Pay it forward is one of his favourite movies. You can get more details about Love Hurts, Love Heals here.

Love Hurts, Love heals is a real life story of Sundeep (Sundeep Tibrewal) and Neha (Neha Tibrewal).
It’s a short autobiography of Sundeep’s life starting from a remote location in Howrah, West Bengal where he was born. The story endows from building up a phase after he resigned from his job in USA after 2 and half years with a brief preview of his school and higher studies in engineering life along with a short venture of Joint family where he was born and brought upon.

The main Plot of the story revolves on how Sundeep fell in love with Neha in an Arranged marriage, real not reel life romance that lead up to their marriage. Their Honeymoon in Australia and New Zealand blossomed in love. Story gradually moves towards Sundeep’s Career Ambitions of ISB and Neha’s Graduation where their love prospered, Sundeep and Neha’s temporary settlement to Gurgaon after Sundeep’s MBA fostering a desired job in Gurgaon then Neha moving Back to Kolkata during her pregnancy. Sundeep’s continuous frequent from Gurgaon and Kolkata during Neha’s pregnancy, the arrival of their princess Jiya along with their occasional tour and trips to Goa, Singapore and Kathmandu…everything was going on smooth as it was planned along with the marriages and ceremonies  in their families it was then the lightning struck in Sundeep’s life…which changed everything.

Sundeep was left with bruises which didn’t seem to be relieving. It was then what inspires one to read this book and get an inspiration in their life to face the utmost difficulties with relative ease…and as anybody would guess this was the part which I liked the most. It goes on to encompass real gem of ideals to motivate one through various methodologies, to suffice life’s answers on love and healing in its absence. I have deliberately kept the suspense by not revealing what actually happened to Sundeep and how he got the inspiration to move on by provoking the readers to read and analyze themselves.

This book is a boon to read and believe me by the time you finish this book; you will get few measures if not the solution to deal with whatever problems you have in your life. The story ends with a letter from Sundeep to her princess daughter Jiya and about the contents of the letter I can guarantee to all people out there in schools, colleges teens or even grownups you would find it suitably apt in your life…this book is for all age group people and therefore I declare it’s a book to ponder.
It’s a master stroke for all those who are in some problems or the other and if it’s love go and grasp it as soon as possible.
Starting With happy and flamboyant spirits I virtually completed it with tears in my eyes with lot many lessons.


Life’s Adjudication of this book: A book to know what to do when things are not going your way…!!!

An Ode to Calcutta Pujo

A beautiful write up by Vir Sanghvi  (Editorial Director of Hindustan Times) on Kolkata & Durga Puja :

What 'Pujo' means to a Bengali ?

Most modern Indian cities strive to rise above ethnicity. Tell anybody who lives in Bombay that he lives in a Maharashtrian city and he will take immediate offence. We are cosmopolitan, he will say indigenously.

Tell a Delhiwalla that his is a Punjabi city (which, in many ways, it is) and he will respond with much self-righteous nonsense about being the nation's capital, about the international composition of the city's elite etc.

And tell a Bangalorean that he lives in a Kannadiga city and you'll get lots of techno-gaff about the internet revolution and about how Bangalore is even more cosmopolitan than Bombay.

But, the only way to understand what Calcutta is about is recognize that the city is essentially Bengali. What's more, no Bengali minds you saying that.

Rather, he is proud of the fact.

Calcutta's strengths and weaknesses mirror those of the Bengali character. It has the drawbacks: the sudden passions, the cheerful chaos, the utter

contempt for mere commerce, the fiery response to the smallest provocation. And it has the strengths (actually, I think of the drawbacks as strengths in their

own way). Calcutta embodies the Bengali love of culture; the triumph of intellectualism over greed; the complete transparency of all emotions, the

disdain with which hypocrisy and insincerity are treated; the warmth of genuine humanity; and the supremacy of emotion over all other aspects of human

existence.

That's why Calcutta is not for everyone.

You want your cities clean and green; stick to Delhi. You want your cities, rich and impersonal; go to Bombay. You want them high-tech and full of draught

beer; Bangalore's your place. But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.

When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't

remember the things that people remember about cities.

When I think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park. When I think of NewYork, I think of the frenzy of Times Square.

When I think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku. And when I think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee.

But when I think of Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle

of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah Bridge. I think of people. Because, finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and tarred roads. A city is the sum of its people. And who can ever forget or replicate - the people of Calcutta?

When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life. It was in Calcutta that I

learn't about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty. I learn't other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was a revelation to live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect. I learn't also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion.

In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day when he gets a stock market tip. In Calcutta, a man with exactly the same

income will not know the difference between a debenture and a dividend. But he will spend his money on the things that matter. Each morning, he will read at

least two newspapers and develop sharply etched views on the state of the world. Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or river) fish on his

table. His children will be encouraged to learn to dance or sing. His family will appreciate the power of poetry And for him, religion and culture will be in

inextricably bound together.

Ah religion! Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta and they'll scoff. Don't be silly, they'll say. Puja is a religious festival. And Bengal has voted for the CPM since 1977. How can godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions festival? I never know how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion consists of much more than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down somebody's mosque. It has little to do with meaningless ritual or sinister political activity.

The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge: emotion, culture, the love of life, the warmth of being together, the joy of celebration, the pride in artistic expression and yes, the cult of the goddess. It may be about religion. But is about much more than just worship. In which other part of India would small, not particularly well-off localities, vie with each other to produce the best pandals? Where else could puja pandals go beyond religion to draw inspiration from everything else? In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals featured Amitabh Bachchan, Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain! Where else would children cry with the sheer emotional power of Dashimi, upset that the Goddess had left their homes? Where else would the whole city gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat their drums? Which other Indian festival - in any part of the country - is so much about food, about going from one roadside stall to another, following your nose as it trails the smells of cooking?

To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali. It's not easy. Certainly, you can't do it till you come and live here, till you let Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream and steal your soul. But once you have, you'll love Calcutta forever.

Wherever you go, a bit of Calcutta will go with you. I know, because it's happened to me. And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal.

It's a feeling that'll never go away.