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segregate readers is not valid as far as fiction is concerned. The novel deals with the life of Indian brides who are married away to Indian American grooms by the parents of the girls with the fond hope and in most cases firm belief that they were sending the daughters to a world of all happiness and to a world of perpetual spring where flowers bloom round the year. But the moment most of these hapless girls set foot on the foreign soil, their travails begin as happens in the life of Rita, the protagonist of the novel. Kamlesh’s couplet on page 14 of the novel sums up the theme of the novel, “Hum jab bhi roye, jaar jaar roye. Hum jab bhi roye, khud ke saath roye.” (Whenever I wept, it was to weep inconsolably and to weep alone).The newly wed bride hardly finds time to live her dreams on the foreign land when she starts getting glimpses of the type of life that awaits her. The husband who had taken vows to live and die for her, is the first one to give her a cold shoulder and to her horror she finds that the so called true love was just a flimsy flake of snow that melted with the first whiff of foreign air. Rita, the heroin, finds that she doesn’t command the same respect and importance as the other members of Sudhir, her husband’s, family do. She is constantly persecuted by her husband and his family. In desperation she tries to run away from this hell of a life but only to fail. Her romantic encounters with Prakash, Dr. Vimal and Ravi are all failures. By and by her children grow up; find their soul mates and very wisely Rita lets them marry with their lovers. She is by now too tired to struggle any more and manipulates circumstances to have Sudhir by her side at the time of the marriage of the children. Sudhir repents for his miss doings by only mumbling a few clichés and the novel is made to have a precarious happy ending which is much like the silence before another storm breaks. That in brief is the story of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita is a tradition bound beautiful intelligent and educated young Indian girl coming from not a very rich, middle class family. She is married to an NRI, Sudhir, who has ‘chhoti chhoti ankhen, chhota sa kad, dekhne mein jara bhi sundar na thha’ (He had small eyes, was very short of stature and not at all good looking) but he is an engineer in America, making him a very desirable groom for an Indian girl. Rita gives in and marries him much against her inner voice cautioning against it. However, the life Rita is forced to live is pure misery that leaves her with an unquenchable thirst for emotional and physical love. With her husband she is only a sex machine to satisfy his lust. She finds herself a victim of male chauvinism. Throughout the novel Rita is haunted by the idea of her growing age, of being a mother of two children and deprivation of ideal love. It has become a refrain in the novel and an obsession that is very deep rooted. She says to almost everybody she meets, “Mein ladki nahin, aurat hoon, balki maan bhi hoon.” She also seems to be almost regretting unconsciously that she had children who just added to her suffering. The struggle most of the time is between the head and the heart. She is forced to live like an American with Indian mores. She can’t protest to her husband who beats her black and blue like an animal because at the time of her marriage, her parents had gagged, handcuffed and shackled her by telling, “Beti, hamari izzat rakhna. In saat pheron se dhhokha mat karna. (Our dear daughter, please don’t let us be humiliated and disgraced. Do ensure that your marriage vows were genuine, not a ploy.”) These words of her parents clip her wings and she is doomed to drag her existence on the dreary rough ground silently suffering like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita is a pathetic figure who has compromised her life to her cruel fate. She does meekly think of an attempt to free herself but procrastinates like Hamlet, “To do or not to do, that is the question.” Reality and dreams play hide and seek in her life. But, then, Rita has some character traits that are responsible for her predicament. She doesn’t think twice before opening up about her miserable life before even total strangers. No prudence or precaution is shown. She is desperate to find consolation. Occasionally her pain finds expression in poetry. But gagged by the promise she made to her parents, she seems to cling to her shackles, handcuffs and the gag on her mouth. Like a masochist she seems to be enjoying her pain. In desperation she tries to run away from her cruel husband but her attempt was doomed to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is torn between the demands of the body and the mind. She is bothered by the question of right and wrong and is faced by a moral dilemma whether to fall in love with other men without divorcing her husband is right. She gives in to self pity, “Meri zindagi ke darwajon per charon taraf janziren hain. Mer jeevan ki aazadi ke sabhi raaste band hain.” (All the exits of my life are secured with chains making an escape from this hell impossible.) To a great extent she is herself responsible for this state. Her naivety contributes to this situation. A time comes when she almost loses her identity. Her past constantly affects her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, her first encounter was with Kanhaya Lal, the teacher. But it was nothing more than a fling of a youthful heart and ends as abruptly as it had started. Later she comes across Prakash, the photographer, Dr. Vimal and Ravi. These male beasts feel as if they had a license to flirt with any woman and are after beauty and find an easy prey in Rita because of her hunger for true love, vanity and naivety. They have nothing but flattery for Rita, knowing well that she would be pleased to hear well of her beauty and talent. They seem to be sharing her concern for her miserable life only as a ploy. Ravi is the worst. He is an expert flirt and an insensitive cheat. In Rita he finds a willing victim and makes good use of every one of her weaknesses. She was warned by her friend but still rushed on into his arms and consequently suffers. Ravi is a very good reader of women’s mind. His two utterances: 1.Samaaj, samaaj, samaaj, pakhandi samaaj and 2. Kya shaadi ka certificate aur mamta, pyaar karne par pahra laga dete hain? (‘Society my foot! It is just hypocrisy personified. ) and (Does a marriage certificate and motherhood prohibit one from falling in love?) just externalized Rita’s unexpressed anguish and the clever flirt succeeds in bringing his victim closer to him with these utterances so that he could pounce on her. He succeeds and not only exploits her physically but also cheats her of her hard earned and much needed money.&lt;br /&gt;Bhanu shares Rita’s character traits minus her naivety. She is an innocent lovable girl, pure, simple and of course beautiful. She finds her match in Dimitry. He is an important character who works to efficiently bring a happy end to not only his marriage with Bhanu, Dhanush and Savera’s but also to Rita and Sudhir’s story and in bringing the family together. The burden of the scheming unscrupulous members of Sudhir’s family are jettisoned and the novel ends as if with the promise ‘that they all lived happily ever after.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita’s personal and social values are shared by her children Dhanush and Bhanu along with Savera and Dimitry. But unintentionally the author has succeeded in taking a dig at women’s fickleness too. One moment Rita or Bhanu would firmly assert not to talk to their lovers but soon this resolution is thrown to winds and they find themselves in the strong arms of their lovers. Except Sudhir and the members of his family there are no villains or vamps in the novel except a one time appearance of Krishan Verma the smuggler. There are minor characters that appear for a short period to give the story line an impetus and coherence. They are like the Indian Sutrdhaar or the backstage announcers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudhir is not good looking as mentioned above, yet youthful Rita manages to love him and become the mother of his two children. Later he is described as a butcher, an animal, who behaves like Dr. Jekyll and Hyde, now a repentant lover and the next moment an animal He is insensitive to his wife and his children’s pain and sides with the members of his family who just exploit him. Even in the end he doesn’t gain readers’ sympathy as his promise to be good is just a contrived one.&lt;br /&gt;In the story Kamlesh Chauhan has woven messages to make the novel very purposeful. While the main onus is on the issue of Indian girl’s married to foreigners and their subsequent plight with the conclusion that the Indian American grooms are mismatch for Indian girls, she also advocates women’s education and their freedom to work; the worth of family relations; disintegration of family norms in America; a woman’s dream of a full normal life; the Indian belief in good actions and their fruit and bad actions and their harmful consequences (Karma phal theory). Dimitry says. “Mein karma or Taqdir ki rekha mein yaqeen karta hoon.” (I believe in the principle that none can escape the consequences of one’s actions and can not erase what is written as his destiny.) Kamlesh Chauhan has also poignantly pictured the fractured society of Indian community in America. The attitude to casual sex among Indians in America prompts Rita to retort angrily to Ravi, “Aaj ki kunvari is married and the married one is kunvari.” (Today the virgins enjoy sex till they feel cloyed and married women find sex as a rare commodity to come by.). This one liner is a gem of a dialogue in the novel. However, Kamlesh Chauhan has imparted a picturesque quality to the description of the moments of Rita’s physical intimacy between Sudhir and later with Ravi. In general too, most of the dialogues are short and witty and are very apt and some of them are memorable quotes. &lt;br /&gt;Kamlesh Chauhan has a poetic heart and like the nightingale in Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale, she bursts out in poetry again and again, now a couplet, next a complete touching poem like the one on page-167, which I leave for the reader to read and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read the author’s first novel “Saat Samunder Paar” and now the current one. I find that Kamlesh Chauhan has taken a very long leap in her progress and from a budding writer she has metamorphosised into an accomplished artist. From Prem Chand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has moved on to the very intense style of Sharat Chandra Chateree, the famous Bengali writer who happens to be my favorite too. The coherence in the narrative, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucidity of diction, the analytical consistent handling of ticklish situations, logical development of the story and characters, steering clear of improbabilities...all touch the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read on, I am reminded of the novels of ‘Stream of consciouses by Virginia Wolfe, James Joyce and others. Kamlesh Chauhan’s Rita is an introvert and through flash back of the story, Kamlesh compares her past and present and her pain and regret are enhanced. Pathos occurs. She has very efficiently made use of similes and metaphors with apt comparisons. There is animal imagery. There are symbols too. The absence of the Jai Mala (wedding garland) with Sudhir at the engagement ceremony is very apt reminder of the coming events. Nature makes her contribution in a big way. The moon, the stars, the clouds, birds all contribute to the readability of the novel. The author bursts out into poetic description again and again. Nature adds to the happiness or the sadness of the characters. The half moon and the cloudy sky or the stars and the moon, air etc. make a significant contribution. Kamlesh has also added another dimension by her picturesque descriptions of places of tourist interest in America which are enjoyable like armchair travelogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All put together I would say, “Well done Kamlesh Chauhan, well done indeed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. M. S. Verma, 16th December, 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63-B, Sujan Singh Park,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonepat-131001 (Haryana) India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-1032826165674366511?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/1032826165674366511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/12/saat-phero-se-dhokha-hindi-novel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/1032826165674366511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/1032826165674366511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/12/saat-phero-se-dhokha-hindi-novel.html' title='&quot; Saat Phero Se Dhokha&quot; Hindi Novel  written by Kamlesh ChauhanReviwed by M S Verma'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-783274027146067200</id><published>2010-10-24T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:54:15.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Across The Seven Seas : Written by Kamlesh Chauhan Translated by Prof: M S Verma</title><content type='html'>Prof: M S Verma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor, Professor, Translator &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From M.S Verma: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word about why I translated and edited the novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the novel and casually turned its pages, reading a few lines here or there. But the little sampling I did showed that along with all the realistic ups and downs of human life and predicaments, a purpose was woven into the fabric of the book. Hence I decided to read it leisurely with the seriousness it deserved and still deserves and then there was no stopping. Munshi Prem Chand (early twentieth century) the most respected Indian Hindi and Urdu fiction writer of stories and novels had caught my fancy in my school days and I had read most of his literature much before I graduated. The same was the case with Kamlesh Chauhan’s Saat Samundar Paar. I have read hundreds of novels by American and English authors and had felt that I had had a very good idea of the social and cultural life in those great countries. But it was for the first time for me to read about the Western Society from the perspective of an educated Indian lady of a very refined sensitivity who had observed the western society from very close quarters. Her own life has been, as I came to know later, a part of that society for over a decade. Initially I felt as if I were reading Prem Chand’s Karam Bhoomi or Rang Bhoomi, The celebrated Panjabi writer Amrita Pritam’s writings carry her personal pain in the writings and the readers feel her total emotional involvement in them. Kamlesh Chauhan too has not escaped from this. Her total involvement becomes obvious with the situations and characters especially with that of Sundari and like all great writing, the story sounds as an autographical account. But this impression was soon replaced by the author’s own unique style and the novel achieves objectivity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel tells us very poignantly the story of Sundari, an educated, intelligent, sensitive lady who has imbibed Indian cultural values to the grass roots and struggles in vain to live them in her life. The story begins with the growing up of a girl into a woman; her craving for love that proves to be a mirage for her as the story moves on. A saying goes that ‘The drowning man catches at a straw’. It fully applies to Sundari for every firm catch of her turns out to be a straw and she consistently suffers. The initial blow came when she was married off to the uncle of her lover who had a heart of pure gold. The uncle on the other hand is all guilt through and through. Life of Sundari starts going down the hill as all her hopes and dreams are belied despite her best efforts to make her married life a success and life turns into a mockery. The tragedy becomes all the more painful when her lover Akash again makes an entry into her cursed life. She is forced to ride two horses which she can hardly manage, to function as an ideal housewife and an ardent lover. The author introduces a few moments of transitory but suspenseful relief during which too the reader trembles and is afraid of the next blow that Sundari is bound to receive and he starts sharing the miserable life of Sundari with numerous disastrous compromises in the same way as Sanjay shares the pain of Dhritrashra in the Mahabharta. The trials and tribulations and the misery keep on adding to their dimensions. The suffering is more emotional than the physical. It acquires its frightening starkness with the entry of Sundari’s nemesis, Sheila, an illiterate, crafty, calculating woman, a typical specimen that gives preference to the luxuries of the flesh and blood rather than the spirit. If Sundari’s parents had sent her with her husband with the hope of ensuring her happiness as a married woman, Sheila’s people had sent her to England with the clear object of earning money by hook or by crook and she fully translates their dreams into a grand success. She is so insensitive that right from the first night of her married life in the conjugal bed, she starts planning how to ruin her husband and his people. The contrast between the characters and situations of Sundari and Sheila convey the predicament of most victims of fate and shows the victory of evil over good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are other characters and events to enhance the readability of the novel. That ‘Crime and criminals prosper but finally meet their ignoble end’ is also conveyed to the reader in the passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamlesh Chauhan has very lucidly brought out the futility of Indian parents who marry their daughters off with foreigner grooms; mostly NRIs little knowing that they were sending them to suffer a hellish rootless life away from their protective care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My detailed review, I remember, was published in America earlier. Here it is not my purpose to write another review but just to tell the enlightened readers why I translated and edited this good novel. I requested the author to give her permission to translate it with a little editing here and there and she readily and gladly agreed. The result is in your hands and I am sure the readers will enjoy the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. M. S. 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Any foreigner who comes to America finds another world here and it is almost an uphill task to get adjusted here and assimilated into the western culture. I have attempted to give an idea of the problems the Indians who come here face. This trend is not healthy either for them or for the American society and I have tried to discourage these Indian aspirants to stay back in India and make the most of their life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Kamlesh from what you have told me I gather that your main concern in the book has been on the predicament of the migrating Indians. How do you feel the American readers would benefit this book? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I wonder if American public has any authentic picture of the NRI’s life as they live here. The younger generation comprising the children born in America has a different perspective of the Indian life and to them India and her culture appear as aliens. I would like to be forgiven for a question that I feel I should ask you as an American. Would you like an American to forget his country and severe roots from the American soil and the countries’ people? Of course the question of loyalty to the country is not involved in our discussion as Indians who have become naturalized citizens of the country are as much loyal as any Native American and are advancing the excellent image of America. There are NRI's who have key posts in many governmental and other organizations. Similarly no American would betray his country’s interests. But I am convinced people in both countries need authentic information so that international understanding and peace could be augmented.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you think your book would meet the expectations of the American readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Yes and also to some extent no. The tastes of reader everywhere differ. I feel thrillers and crime fiction has a large readership and novels on social themes don't have that large readership. But still a big section of the society seeks novels on social themes. Books like the mine would be welcome in libraries and teaching institutions if they are in English. But the NRI's would certainly benefit from the book as the nuances of English or American English are not fully comprehensible to most of them. But there are Native Americans too who know Hindi and would welcome the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.Kamlesh, do you mean to say that NRI's expect the American media to carry news, reviews etc. about India and activities associated with Indians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Yes I do. Indian papers are not readily available here. In most cases they reach the readers a few days later. Naturally the American papers should include material concerning Indians who reside in America in a sizable number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Mr….There is a flood of new writers and all want their books to be published, more to earn money than any other concern. They have very poor knowledge of Hindi literature or literature in general. if every book is published, the publisher can't even recover the money he would invest in promoting it. How then do you think Saat Samunder Paar would find readership?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR. Books are written and rejected outright without even as much as a glance at their title. Books only of known writers are published and advertised for. Once the reading public becomes familiar with their names, every book they publish is sold. But let us not forget that every one was a first timer and fame comes later. Hence it is for the media to come forward and encourage promising works that a message and also afford some hours of relaxation. Saat Samunder Paar is a book with message for the Indians who inspire to migrate to Western countries in treasure hunt dreaming of Utopia and are very soon disillusioned and frustrated. They are given a morphed picture of the life NRIs have in the west as they shy away from confessing their miserable existence there. The book is an eye  opener for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. You mean to say that only the people who intend to migrate would benefit from the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR. Yes and in addition I would like to say that the book deals with a powerful social theme that is of universal interest. It has a web of human relations we find in our day to day life and has a universal appeal. The general public would find this book very interesting. The author has observed life from the perspective of a true Indian who shares the joys and sorrows of the people of Indian origin and would like her compatriots to avoid the pitfalls of western life. The style is so simple and yet it gives a very good picture of the suffering of the women who were victims of circumstances to go to America and were destined to suffer there. Theirs was a journey of no return. Besides certain aspects of literature and art have to be subjectively appreciated and can't exactly be described in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-228892365786738497?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/228892365786738497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/04/chat-with-kamlesh-chauhan-author-ms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/228892365786738497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/228892365786738497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/04/chat-with-kamlesh-chauhan-author-ms.html' title='Chat With Kamlesh Chauhan The Author : M.S. 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while hiding some disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke of gentles after hiding the harsh reality of providence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a connection only with my own soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unrevealed, veiled about my heart hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter came through the crack window of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fanatical, find appealing jingle of his love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter made me his own, drenched in my bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love put my body in flame, my heart was in Blaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept him like a rope of pearl, prized gem in my Neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced without feet, couldn’t break the love bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fevered with the intoxication without fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth, Love, Honesty language was in his text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the Harsh reality of life occurrence called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hand in hand joy walks along the pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware he set his eye on someone else too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just his mere joy of his wander heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I shouted, I screamed with agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in terrible pain ask for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears eyes for him was just water salty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced all alone with my own agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved in Poetry book " Memoirs Journey" nothing will be allowed to manipulate its contents or changed in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-488062705421269206?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/488062705421269206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;बरसते भीगते मौसम मे आज भी धुवा उठता है&lt;br /&gt;तरसती आँखों मे आज भी एक नज़ारा बसता है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सदियों तक तेरी याद के सहारे बैठी रही&lt;br /&gt;निगाह दूर तक तेरी राह सदियों देखती रही &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खो गए वोह लम्हे रह गया द्शते-जुनू-परवर वहा&lt;br /&gt;ना जाने तू मेरी दुनिया, ना जाने तेरी बसती है कहाँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all rights reserved @ Kamlesh Chauhan 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written about 6 months ago · Comment ·LikeUnlikeUmesh Bawa Arora, Neeraj हर मौसम आया हर मौसम गया&lt;br /&gt;हम भूले ना आज तक कोई बात&lt;br /&gt;हम भूले ना तेरा पियार &lt;br /&gt;दिल ने माना तुम्हे ही दिलदार&lt;br /&gt;तेरा हमारे रूठने पे यह कहना&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भल्ला लगता है तेरा मिजाज़ चुलबला&lt;br /&gt;जब हमारा किसी से बात करना&lt;br /&gt;सुना करते थे तुमसे ही तुम्हारे दिल का डरना &lt;br /&gt;हम पूछते थे कियों करते हो हमारे प्रेम पे शक&lt;br /&gt;जवाब था तुम्हारा भरोसा है मुझ पर&lt;br /&gt;नहीं करता मेरे दिल नादाँ पे कोई शक&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन यु आपका हमारे आजाद पंछी दिल को कैद करना&lt;br /&gt;हमारा दिल समझ न सका आपका इस कदर दीवाना होना&lt;br /&gt;जब आई तुम्हारी बारी पराये लोगों से यु खुल कर बात करना&lt;br /&gt;हम सोचते आप भी सीख जायोंगे प्रेम दोस्ती मे अंतर करना&lt;br /&gt;हम खुश होते तुम सीख रहे हो गैरो से दोस्ती करना&lt;br /&gt;हमारे दिल की कदर करोगे क्या होता है समाजिक होना&lt;br /&gt;यह क्या हुआ यह कै़से रुख बदला तुमने अपना&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गैरो की बातो मे हकीकत पाई तुमने हमारी वफ़ा भूल गए &lt;br /&gt;मौसम भी कुछ वक़त लेता है बदलने में&lt;br /&gt;सर्दी गर्मी घडी लेती है रुत बदलने में&lt;br /&gt;यह किस कदर रास्ता हमारा भूल गए&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इतनी जल्द कियों रंग बदल गया तुम्हारा&lt;br /&gt;नियत ने बदसूरत किया चेहरा तुम्हारा&lt;br /&gt;हम बैठे रहे दहलीज़ पर तेरी इंतजार मे &lt;br /&gt;बिखरा दिये राहो की बेदादगरी ने&lt;br /&gt;जो फूल बिखारे थे मेरे हाथो ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जब रूठ कर माँगा हमने अपना हक&lt;br /&gt;बरसा दिये तुमने अंगार भरे लफ्ज़&lt;br /&gt;आंखे रोई पर ना सोयी रात भर&lt;br /&gt;तेरी ख़ुशी पे भटका था मेरा सफ़र&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वोह नज़र बरस जाती थी हमारी याद में&lt;br /&gt;अब ज़हर है कैसा तुम्हारी उस नज़र मे&lt;br /&gt;वोह तुम ना थे जो आंसू चुराए तन्हाई के &lt;br /&gt;मालूम ना था बरस गया है धुआ कब से&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तेरी बेरुखी से यह अशक निलाम हो गये&lt;br /&gt;मेरे अशकों से तेरी यादो के दिये बुझ गये&lt;br /&gt;तुझे क्या पता औ बेवफा अंग है बर्फ मेरे&lt;br /&gt;ना आयुंगी कभी तेरे दर पे बुलाने तुझे &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तेरी राहो से अब काफिले दूर हो गये&lt;br /&gt;कौन करे दुवा तेरे मिलने की&lt;br /&gt;हम रूठना भूल गये&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Kamlesh Chauhan copy right 2005&lt;br /&gt;this composition is in form of story and poetry.Please nothing should be exploited or manipulated. allrights reserved .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-1521539853857672799?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' 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&lt;br /&gt;राम रहीम एक है जान, कबीर करीम का है यह पैगाम &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मत काटो सर मासूमो के मेरे कश्मीर मे लाकर मेरा नाम &lt;br /&gt;मेरी ही बख्शी ज़मीं पी, मासूमो का मंगाते हो बलिदान &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जिहाद तो बनाया था अपने अंदर के कुफर से लड़ना &lt;br /&gt;शत्रंज़ , शराब और मन की बुराईयों से ज़ंग करना &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन अब मै कया कहूँ , कोई मानता नहीं मेरा इमाम &lt;br /&gt;मेरे ही प्यारो ने कर दिया ,मेरा ही नाम बदनाम &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;यह &lt;br /&gt;ख्याल मै़ने तब लिखा था जब कश्मीर मे हमारे भारती लोगो के घर उजाड़ दिये थे हमारे पडोसी भाईयो ने. दुनिया खामोश रही लेकिन जो हमारे भारती नारियो , बचो और शंतिप्रियाए आदमियों को अपने ही वतन मै जिहाद और आज़ादी के नाम पर नफरत से कतला आम किये गया , भाईयो से बहने बिशद गयी और दुसरो हिसो मे बैठे भारती चुपचाप देखते रहे. आज भी हमारी भारती सरकार विशव मे यह नहीं साबित कर पाई की हमारा भारत धरम के नाम पर अपने देश के टुकडे नहीं कर सकता. धरम यह नहीं सकता किस्सी से बैर करना.&lt;div 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Naam'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-2642775681226485101</id><published>2010-02-15T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:22:43.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zindagi'/><title type='text'>ज़िन्दगी : लेखक -  प्रतिबिम्ब बड्थ्वाल</title><content type='html'>मस्तिष्क के प्रांगण में&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्रतिद्वन्दता कराती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उठाती - गिराती ज़िन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जलाती - बुझाती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बनाती - बिगाड़ती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रुठती - मनाती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रुलाती लेकिन हंसाती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इठलाती लेकिन खेलती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;चुपचाप लेकिन बोलती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पूछती लेकिन उतर देती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इन्कार - इकरार करती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पास – फेल कराती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेल – बिछोह कराती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्यार – नफरत सिखाती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हराती लेकिन सिखलाती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रुकती लेकिन चलती जाती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ढूँढती लेकिन महकती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आंसू लाती लेकिन मुस्कराती जिन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- प्रतिबिम्ब बड्थ्वाल&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-2642775681226485101?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-765781034124397494</id><published>2010-02-15T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:51:11.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine -motherland'/><title type='text'>VALENTINE WITH A DIFFERENT -MY VALENTINE-MY MOTHER LAND -WRITTEN BY: Praveen Khandelwal</title><content type='html'>VALENTINE WITH A DIFFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;MY VALENTINE – MY MOTHERLAND…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th Feburary saw terrorist strucking again with a bomb blast in Pune….and on 14th Feburary, the Valentine Day, the citizens in Delhi came out in huge numbers to say ONE INDIA – STRONG INDIA…the message is loud and clear that we will not bow to terrorism and also the love towards our motherland is supreme than any other love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a unique and conceptual Valentine Day event called ` My Valentine-My Motherland’ held at premier commercial market of Karol Bagh in New Delhi today, the cross section of people comprising of Traders and professionals like Doctors, Chartered Accountants, Lawyers, Artists, Media persons, Engineers, IT experts etc. joined hands together and made the Motherland as their Valentine and pledge the safety and integrity of India and also to inject love towards Motherland among people of the Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Valentine event was organized by the group One India-Strong India, a group of friends of social networking site Face book in association with the Confederation of All India Traders (CAIT), an apex body of the trading community of India. They met on the Face book and joined hands under this group after discussing the issue on their community website and pledged to take on the nationalist agenda amongst the people of the Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the reverberating tunes of patriotic songs sung by country fame singer Pankaj Jeswani, the endurance and extraordinary greatness of our national heroes culminated, rich tributes in the form of tri-colored flags and flowers were paid to a tall picture of Bharat Mata showcased at the venue and also remember the great martyrs. The members of the group were offering Indian Tricolor and a rose flower to each passerby in Karol Bagh market urging them to make the Motherland also as their Valentine and reminded them who so ever may be your Valentine but the Motherland is always a Valentine for each Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene at Karol Bagh was awesome and with the streets filled with tricolor and the crowd got aroused with the feeling of patriotism. For hours together, the Indian tricolor was in each and every hand in the crowd and danced on tunes of ` Mera Rang De Basanti Chola’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can imagine the feeling of a Blind man who driven by highest sense of patriotism kept holding the Tricolor in his hands and sat on his toes for more than two hours on the road just to listen the patriotic songs. The small kids, females not only from the affluent class but even from the poor section were equally enthusiastic about the level of patriotism. There was absolutely no distinction between `have’s’ and ‘ have nots’. The people riding cycles or travelling in luxury cars were enthusiastic enough to hold the Tricolor in their hands with utmost dignity. That speaks the real patriotism which can be witnessed only when your come on streets. Its a feeling which can not be spelled out in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that western Valentine Day has made inroads in India in last few years when particularly the younger generation has adopted it as a prime day for depiction of love. Therefore,n the group has made an attempt to generate a feeling of patriotism in love by observing the day in Indian culture for reminding the countrymen that beside any Valentine, the motherland is the natural valentine of each citizen. We can not forget the contributions made by the great martyrs and they all needs to be remembered”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends who were present at the event could well understand what really they got from such an event. Thanks to all friends including those who could not make it due to their own reasons and to those friends as well who are sitting miles and miles away from New Delhi yet their good feelings and commitment to the patriotism made the event a well successful. Of course, this event may be held in a small manner but certainly with a big object which stands successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us join hands friends for patriotic cause in future as well.......Our tributes to those great martyrs who lost their lives in protecting the Country and certainly great regards to their proud families..We bow our heads with humbleness to express our deep and unflinching gratitude towards them and Salute to each one of Indian Forces.......Jai Hind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-765781034124397494?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/765781034124397494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-with-different-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/765781034124397494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/765781034124397494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-with-different-my-valentine.html' title='VALENTINE WITH A DIFFERENT -MY VALENTINE-MY MOTHER LAND -WRITTEN BY: Praveen Khandelwal'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-6294817711293733516</id><published>2010-01-14T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:13:51.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>सात समुन्दर पार - लेखक  कमलेश चौहान  . समीक्षा टिल्लन Richairya  के कलम से</title><content type='html'>भाव, भाषा और संप्रेषण के नज़रिये से कृति का प्रवाह काफी सहज है । कृति के सृजन में कृतिकार का मन्तव्य अपना स्पष्ट संदेश व्यक्त करता है ।जिस परिवेश को उपन्यास का विषय चुना गया है उस पर बडी गहरी पैठ का अहसास होता । कई जगह तो ऐसा लगता कि कोई एक ही है जो विविध किरदारों में बोल रहा है । जैसे कोई एक ही है जो कई किरदार जी रहा है । यह कौन हो सकता है सिवा लेखक के । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दरअसल हर किरदार अपने सर्जक का ' मानस चरित ' होता है । उसके सद-असद को वही जीता है --उसके प्रसव और विसर्जन को वही जीता है --लेखक ने अपने सारे किरदारों को मानस में बखूबी पाला हैं फिर कागज़ पर अवतरित किया है । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भारतीय संस्कार और विदेशी परिवेश ---अजब-गजब हालात , तरह-तरह के मोड़ कहीं टूटने विवशता तो कहीं सब स्वीकार लेने के ललक --पर अन्दर के टीस के विविध पड़ावों का भरपूर जायजा लिया गया हैं ' सात समन्दर पार ' में । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सात समन्दर पार …औरतें हों या लड़कियाँ ---विवशता के दर्द भारी गठरी लिये घूमती हैं --होठों पर मुस्कान भले ही हो पर अंतस में अपमान और बेबशी है ।बाबजूद इन सबके ---ये औरतें खालिस हिन्दुस्तानी हैं ।---तन से बेशक मैली पर मन से गंगा धुली ---इन औरतों को सलाम !--- इन औरतों की आत्मा और अंतरात्मा को कलाम की नोक पर जिन्दा रखने वाले कमलेश की कलाम को सलाम ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भाव, भाषा और संप्रेषण के नज़रिये से कृति का प्रवाह काफी सहज है । कृति के सृजन में कृतिकार का मन्तव्य अपना स्पष्ट संदेश व्यक्त करता है ।जिस परिवेश को उपन्यास का विषय चुना गया है उस पर बडी गहरी पैठ का अहसास होता । कई जगह तो ऐसा लगता कि कोई एक ही है जो विविध किरदारों में बोल रहा है । जैसे कोई एक ही है जो कई किरदार जी रहा है । यह कौन हो सकता है सिवा लेखक के । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दरअसल हर किरदार अपने सर्जक का ' मानस चरित ' होता है । उसके सद-असद को वही जीता है --उसके प्रसव और विसर्जन को वही जीता है --लेखक ने अपने सारे किरदारों को मानस में बखूबी पाला हैं फिर कागज़ पर अवतरित किया है । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भारतीय संस्कार और विदेशी परिवेश ---अजब-गजब हालात , तरह-तरह के मोड़ कहीं टूटने विवशता तो कहीं सब स्वीकार लेने के ललक --पर अन्दर के टीस के विविध पड़ावों का भरपूर जायजा लिया गया हैं ' सात समन्दर पार ' में । &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सात समन्दर पार …औरतें हों या लड़कियाँ ---विवशता के दर्द भारी गठरी लिये घूमती हैं --होठों पर मुस्कान भले ही हो पर अंतस में अपमान और बेबशी है ।बाबजूद इन सबके ---ये औरतें खालिस हिन्दुस्तानी हैं ।---तन से बेशक मैली पर मन से गंगा धुली ---इन औरतों को सलाम !--- इन औरतों की आत्मा और अंतरात्मा को कलाम की नोक पर जिन्दा रखने वाले कमलेश की कलाम को सलाम ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_टिल्लन रिछारिया /  प्रबन्ध सम्पादक : एनसीआर टुडे&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-6294817711293733516?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/6294817711293733516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/01/richairya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/6294817711293733516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/6294817711293733516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/01/richairya.html' title='सात समुन्दर पार - लेखक  कमलेश चौहान  . समीक्षा टिल्लन Richairya  के कलम से'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-4554827091639748835</id><published>2010-01-11T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:06:11.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saat Samundar Paar written by Kamlesh Chauhan Reviewed by  Prof M.S. Verma India</title><content type='html'>Saat Samunder Paar by Kamlesh Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundari is uprooted from her Indian background, loses her lover, is married off to the uncle of her lover, much older than her and has been thrown into a whirlpool of quirks of fate. As such a quest for the lost love and compromises permeate the novel. Whether it is in India, America, England or Canada, the protagonist Sundari keeps frantically looking for true love and while she is doing this she goes through trials and tribulations, mental and physical tortures, frustrations and all numerous harrowing experiences through interaction with circumstances, characters, cultural ethos, wrestling with socially acquired do’s and don’ts. But the love she is looking for is illusive except the short period spent with Aakash. “Pyar ki bhook pyar se hi miti hai, baaton se nahin.” And then in the end of the novel she says to Anup, “Is saat samundar paar ki dharti ki bhul bhulayan mein kabhi khone na dena mere pyar ko.” The reader feels as if she has found her love but the insecurity and uncertainty continue. This love is a mirage and life is a maze of compromises. There is little likelihood of quenching of the thirst for love and peace. This gives the reader a feeling as if the novel were autobiographical as it often happens with most artists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe the predicament of Sundari and most other characters I would like to quote from one of my poems, “The finger can’t reach the itch. Life is such a bloody bitch.” The hunger for love is overbearing, love is unrequited; it is a biological hunger; it haunts as physical vs. emotional dilemma. It is love in all its facets. If at one point a loveless marriage forces a lovelorn woman to seek it outside wedlock, at another point attempt is made to trade  physical love for emotional love, the genuine love, which is difficult to define and can only be experienced if one has been so lucky. Sundari’s spirit like Tiresias haunts every woman character, so much so that even male characters are not exempt. The woman kind, irrespective of nationality hunger for this love. Kamlesh is boldly vocal for their cause and has hit the mark. One feels shaken at the predicament of the suffering victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love, in various aspects finds expression. Indian hush hush attitude towards matters of sex and love, the question of faithfulness in the Indian context, man and woman relationship going round and round without a defining point, the question of sex before love in Indian and western context etc. all find expression in the novel. There is candid assertion for the freedom of expression of woman’s sexuality. There is juxtaposition of Indian and western perspectives of love but there is no denouement. Sometimes it appears as if diversions away from the main concern were only obstructing the narrator from continuing with the main concern, i.e. love. In this hide and seek game, all men and women suffer one way or the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of lucre urges the parents of daughters to marry the girls off to NRIs with the belief that the daughters were sure to find heaven in the west little knowing that in fact they were sending them to hell in most cases. They sacrifice the girls’ happiness, disrupt her studies and pack them off as hurriedly as they can. In India restrictions are put on their studies and work. But the fate of Sundari and her ilk awaits them and life keeps bobbing up and down as a rudderless boat does in the sea. In a few cases parents think that marrying their daughters to NRIs is a matter of status and all along the hapless girls are the victims whether they are uneducated like Sheila or educated like Sundari, Nisha or Chandra. The Author has acutely felt the pain of the helpless victims of the foreign culture and their social tensions forcing them to resort to smoking, drinking and using drugs, almost alien to Indian girls. In interpreting this scenario the reference point is always our Indian culture. Almost all Indians face the problem of inability to assimilate themselves into the western culture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kamlesh Chauhan has pointed to the flaws in our culture too. Indian culture has some chronic ailments such as gossiping, backbiting, interfering into others’ affairs, finding fault in others’ daughters so on and so forth. Credulous women are exploited easily and suffer at the hands of the unscrupulous persons. Blood sucking evil pests like Randhawa too chase the Indian girls and their presence adds to their misery. But the introduction of Randhawa has been successfully used by the author to enhance the dramatic tension in the story. His presence creates suspense in the novel and adds to its readability. Then the sufferings of the westernized Indian Community, especially the women, are also highlighted by the author. Divorced wives, emotionally wrecked orphaned children, uprooted families, experiences with step fathers and mothers, all find expression in the story and leave a lasting impression on the readers. Here money seems to be all important and makes the mare go, though not always so. The consequences of this fragmented world naturally lead to communication gap between parents and their offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had covered about thirty pages of the novel when I was reminded of Prem Chand’s Karam Bhoomi and Rang Bhoomi. The influence of Prem Chand was very clear but then the language did not suit the narrative and the originality of the author’s style took over. It is certain that with the passage of time the language will further evolve. The novel has been an eye opener for me personally. I had never perceived of the life of the NRIs as it really is and it is frightening. I am sure the novel will make parents of sons and daughters think twice before they decide to send their children with rosy dreams. The hardships that wait in the west should not be lost sight of. Kamlesh has done a commendable job not only as a writer with a purpose but also as a teacher for thousands aspirants who intend to go abroad in the search of a life which is Utopian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. M. S. Verma&lt;br /&gt;11 January, 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-4554827091639748835?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/4554827091639748835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/01/saat-samundar-paar-written-by-kamlesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4554827091639748835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4554827091639748835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2010/01/saat-samundar-paar-written-by-kamlesh.html' title='Saat Samundar Paar written by Kamlesh Chauhan Reviewed by  Prof M.S. Verma India'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-4160953322665352766</id><published>2009-12-24T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:55:23.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='बिसरी  यादे'/><title type='text'>भूली बिसरी याद : लेखक कमलेश चौहान कॉपी राईट  कमलेश चौहान 2009</title><content type='html'>वोह कश्मीर की वादिया, वोह ठंडी हवाए&lt;br /&gt;वोह झील के मंजर वोह महकती फिजाए&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सदियों तक तेरी मीठी याद की गुलामी करती रही &lt;br /&gt;तेरी यादो नै बांध के रखा, संगदिल; मै उलझी रही&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ना जाने कॉलेज के एक बगीचे मै खामोश खड़ी थी&lt;br /&gt;तू जाते जाते रुका तेरी चेहरे पर मस्त ख़ुशी सी थी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मेरी जुल्फों को कभी मैकदा और काली घटा कहा था &lt;br /&gt;मेरी झुकी नज़रो से मे ना जाने तू क्या खोज रहा था&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मै़ने तुमसे नज़ारे भी ना मिलायी बस बुत बनी खड़ी रही&lt;br /&gt;तुम मेरे पास आये  लेकिन अपनी जुबा ना खोली थी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;बरसते भीगते मौसम मे आज भी धुवा उठता है&lt;br /&gt;तरसती आँखों मे आज भी एक नज़ारा बसता है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सदियों तक तेरी याद के सहारे बैठी रही&lt;br /&gt;निगाह दूर तक तेरी राह आज  भी देखती रही&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भूली बिसरी यादो में तेरी परछाईया कभी उभर आती है &lt;br /&gt;वक़त की धुल से यादो की राहो से  साँझ साँस लेती है &lt;br /&gt;All the rights are reserved with Author Kamlesh Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कॉपी राईट कमलेश चौहान २००९ प्रति जी की हिंदी महीने के लिये&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-4160953322665352766?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/4160953322665352766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4160953322665352766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4160953322665352766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='भूली बिसरी याद : लेखक कमलेश चौहान कॉपी राईट  कमलेश चौहान 2009'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-3632092378427186065</id><published>2009-12-17T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:20:28.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite Award</title><content type='html'>The Elite Awards 2009 was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elite Awards is a critically acclaimed red carpet event, attended by the who's who of Bollywood &amp; Hollywood. The Elite Awards continues to honor those in the arts &amp; entertainment industry that have shown exceptional achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Award Honorees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime Achievement 2009: Bollywood Legend Vinod Khanna&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah Girls Singer/Actress: Kiely Williams&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Actress &amp; Model: Lisa Ray&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood Producer/Director: Harry Baweja&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Producer: Brad Listermann&lt;br /&gt;Punjabi Actress: Kimi Verma&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood Actor: Marco Khan &lt;br /&gt;Novelist: Kamlesh Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Trainer: Rehan Jalali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE PRODUCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am proud to produce The Elite Awards and to have the great opportunity to honor those that have inspired us to do our best!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jinnder Chohaan, Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bollywood Actor Rahul Khanna and Executive Producer Jinnder Chohaan at The Elite Awards 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-3632092378427186065?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/3632092378427186065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/12/elite-award.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/3632092378427186065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/3632092378427186065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/12/elite-award.html' title='Elite Award'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-8771823502794490526</id><published>2009-11-14T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:46:23.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='कश्मीर'/><title type='text'>कश्मीर मेरी जनम भूमि की पुकार: लेखक : कमलेश चौहान (सल्ली) कॉपीराइट 2009</title><content type='html'>कश्मीर मेरी जनम भूमि की पुकार&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेखक : कमलेश चौहान २००९&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ओह ! आसमान वाले, ओह! दुखियों के रखवाले&lt;br /&gt;तेरा है भारत तू भारत का,महाभारत रचाने वाले&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तेरी मोजुदगी में हर कश्मीरी  भारती रोता रहा&lt;br /&gt;तू जानकर भी इस कदर  खामोश देखता रहा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुने देखी हिन्दू माँ की लावारिस लाशे&lt;br /&gt;तुने सुनी हजारो लाचार पुत्रो की आंहे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दरिंदो ने हिन्दू माँ की कोख को झिंझोर दिया&lt;br /&gt;नवी नवेली दुल्हनों का सिंदूर मांग से पोछ दिया&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आयो सरसवती इस धरती पे , जनम ले फिर नन्दलाल&lt;br /&gt;महक उठे फिर गुलसता, चहक उठे  फिर डाल डाल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एह मेरे पियारे वतन,फिर तेरी याद लौट आई&lt;br /&gt;दिल से उठी एक चीख , आख़ मेरी भर आई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहीं भी हो  चाहे मेरा वजूद ,कही भी हो मेरा बसेरा&lt;br /&gt;दिल से जुदा न होगा भारत का मुकुट है कश्मीर मेरा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing should be taken away or manipulated from this poem. All right are reserved with Kamlesh Chauhan. 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-8771823502794490526?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/8771823502794490526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/8771823502794490526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/8771823502794490526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/11/2009.html' title='कश्मीर मेरी जनम भूमि की पुकार: लेखक : कमलेश चौहान (सल्ली) कॉपीराइट 2009'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-4210970837339665821</id><published>2009-11-02T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:20:49.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='चाँद'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ये चाँद आज फिर निकला है यु सज धज के&lt;br /&gt;मुहबत का जिक्र हो शायद हाथो की लकीरों मे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;याद दिलाता है मुझे एक अनजान राही की &lt;br /&gt;याद दिलाता है उन मुहबत भरी बातो की &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;टूट कर चाहा इक रात दिल ने एक बेगाने को &lt;br /&gt;कबूल कर लिया था उसकी रस भरी बातो को&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वोह पास हो कर भी दूर है मुझ से&lt;br /&gt;दूर होकर भी कितने करीब है दिल के &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उनको देखने के लिये ये नैन कितने प्यासे थे &lt;br /&gt;उनको देखने की चाह मे हम दूर तक गए थे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;डूब जाते है चश्मे नाज़ मे उनका कहना था&lt;br /&gt;जिंदगी कर दी हमारे नाम उनका ये दावा था&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज चाँद फिर निकला बन ठन कर&lt;br /&gt;चांदनी का नूर छलका हो यु ज़मीं पर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;याद आयी नाखुदा आज फिर शब्-ए-गम की&lt;br /&gt;मदभरी,मदहोश,रिश्ता-ए-उल्फ़ते,शबे दराज की&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नैनो मे खो गए थे नैन कुछ ऐसे उस रात &lt;br /&gt;छु लिया यूँ करीब हो कर खुल गया हर राज़ &lt;br /&gt;२&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज पूरण माशी का चाँद फिर निकला &lt;br /&gt;सवाल करता है आपसे आज दिल मेरा&lt;br /&gt;मेरे चाँद&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तोड़ कर खिलोनो की तरह यह दिल&lt;br /&gt;किसके सहारे छोड़ देते हो यह दिल&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अगर वायदे निभा नहीं सकते थे तुम&lt;br /&gt;जिंदगी का सफ़र न कर सकते थे तुम&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कियों आवाज दी इस मासूम दिल को&lt;br /&gt;कियों कर दस्तक देते हो इस दिल को&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मत खेलो इस दिल से मेरे हजूर&lt;br /&gt;मत छीनो मेरी आँखों का नूर &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हमारा तो पहला पहला प्यार है&lt;br /&gt;आँखों मे तुम्हारा ही खुमार है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हर रोज तुम्हारा ही इंतजार है&lt;br /&gt;दिन रात दिल रोये जार जार है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;या तो हमें सफ़र मे साथ लेलो &lt;br /&gt;या फिर अपनी तरह &lt;br /&gt;हमें भी खुद को भुलाना सीखा दो&lt;br /&gt;जीना सिखा दो मरना सिखा दो&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अभी तो ज़िन्दगी एक इल्जाम है&lt;br /&gt;बिन तुम्हारे सुनी दुनिया&lt;br /&gt;हमारा तो संसार ही बेजार है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all rights reserved with Kamlesh Chauhan none of the lines and words are allowed to manipulate and changed. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-4210970837339665821?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/4210970837339665821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-rights-reserved-with-kamlesh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4210970837339665821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4210970837339665821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-rights-reserved-with-kamlesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-7560980759497581013</id><published>2009-11-01T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:53:58.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India wants to play Key role Globally'/><title type='text'>If we want to play Key Role Globally: Written By Kamlesh Chauhan copyright@2009</title><content type='html'>If we want to play Key Role Globally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Kamlesh Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;CopyRight @Kamlesh Chauhan2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks good when we hear or read about India development or advancement in the space. India has and will stay on the top of the world if India doesn’t ignore the growth of home grown terrorists, spies in our country and educate our imminent generation about the culture, beliefs, race and religion of each states of India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have the same old History Text books in our schools. We still have Old roads to drive the cars. We Still have no good Toilet and Sewer and good draining system. Streets are full of stray dogs and Dirts. There are Mosquitos, Flies, Ants and rats are running around outside the temples.Ignorance and Illitracy still run high in Villages.Crime is still High in the Trains.  We still have beggars on the road. Do we ever try to find out who is making these young kids a beggar? When we see Slum Dog Millionaire we all cried why some foreign producer exposing us and our countries dirt’s but we are so lazy to take special interest in such shameful acts of  those we are making money by cutting the hands or taking out  the eyes of our poor innocent kids,?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do grumble about corruption not only in the Police Department  in fact in every department of Indian Systems But what we do to control the hunger of  these corrupt humans. Do we really find out what make a constable to take bribe? Did we ever try to find out it could be higher authority that ordered him or made him to look for bribery to his use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know Pakistan ( ISI) Promote Jihad against India and Hindus. We all know China wants to take control over Kashmir, Archula Pardesh and almost everywhere in our country. What we did to stop those voracious nations? Are we ready to have full fledged war with China? Why can’t we stop doing business with China? Who is China who asks us who should visit archula Pardesh or not? What we did? Are we that weak not to speak openly against China? We don’t need to show our muscle but we need to take stand now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengla Desh asked for our helped to help them to get Indepedence from Pakistan. What Bengla Desh doing in return? Spying on Us? Killing our Soldiers? Helping China and Pakistan to infilterate Terrorists in our Country? Why we are closing our eyes on these security issues? If we want to the Major role in the World, if we want to be secular or peace loving nation we have to learn how to defend and protect ourselves. We need to close the Borders. We need other Indians to shifts and buy lands on those states where Pakistan, Bengla Desh and China infiltrating terrorisms. There should be law against those who teased our citizens by waving Pakistan Flags in our lands. Are Maoists stronger than Our Indian Law and Army? Why we are not able to defeat them the Way Sri Lanka did with their insurgents? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to think hard and don’t let repeat the history over and over again. We need to educate every child of our country about Patriotisms and diversity of our culture, educate them about every part of India.  We need to secure our borders. We need to investigate our Police and Army Officers who are on duty at the borders. We have to prepare special security officers when Pakistan, China, Bengla Desh, Nepal, and Sri Lanka infiltrates terrorists we should not be distracted from their gun fire at the borders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are capable of taking care of these issues. India needs to learn from USA how strongly USA reacted after 9/11 ill-fated incidents. We need to learn from Israel how strong their army is. How strongly they react when their security is threatened. We will be playing major key role only if we take care of Security Issues in our Country. There are so many non-profit education organization shouting  about their education agenda, what are they doing? Did they able to educate youth of today what is Kashmir? Where is Kashmir? Who founded Kashmir? Pakistan –Occupied –Kashmir. Each child of India should know Kashmir is Integral Part of India and Its duty of every child to protect Kashmir and every state of India. 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भारतीय महिलाओं पर एक और उपन्यास लिख रही है " धोखा सात फेरों का "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-7185274276445940031?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/7185274276445940031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/gyan-darpan-review-of-saat-samundar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/7185274276445940031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/7185274276445940031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/gyan-darpan-review-of-saat-samundar.html' title='Gyan Darpan: Review of Saat Samundar Paar : Reviewed by Ratan Singh Shekhwat'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-5811608751435688503</id><published>2009-10-29T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:44:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission India Foundation: If India wants to be one of the Global Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mifindia.org/2009/10/if-india-wants-to-be-one-of-global.html#comments"&gt;Mission India Foundation: If India wants to be one of the Global Power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-5811608751435688503?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mifindia.org/2009/10/if-india-wants-to-be-one-of-global.html#comments' title='Mission India Foundation: If India wants to be one of the Global Power'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/5811608751435688503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/mission-india-foundation-if-india-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/5811608751435688503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/5811608751435688503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/mission-india-foundation-if-india-wants.html' title='Mission India Foundation: If India wants to be one of the Global Power'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-2697413011417143037</id><published>2009-10-29T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:30:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review from www.Flipkart.com saat samundar paar</title><content type='html'>A Lovely Journey "Saat Samundar Paar"&lt;br /&gt;Review by Nita Shah&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy that I found this book to read. It was a treat to read a hindi novel made in USA! I feel everyone in India should really read it. Life in foreign land was not easy for alot of us - I don't think people in India realize what we've been through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book takes you on a journey about Sundari who lost her true love in India due to family beliefs...she was forced to marry a man twice her age and struggled to save her marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a very entertaining read about pre-marital and extra-maritall affairs, as well as about marriage and divorce. Trust me when you start reading this book...you won't be able to put it down. 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/&gt;Take me while I have no choice but to fall...&lt;br /&gt;Do it before I force myself to get up&lt;br /&gt;Get up and fight..&lt;br /&gt;Fight my greatest enemy of all..&lt;br /&gt;You.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-4456288431145483040?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/4456288431145483040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/willing-defeat-written-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/4456288431145483040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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with Kiren Chauhan</title><content type='html'>spontaneity.....&lt;br /&gt;One tries so hard to perfect it...&lt;br /&gt;Yet the soul wants to be prepared for what it's up against..&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle......&lt;br /&gt;It Is Said that ones' own self places them......&lt;br /&gt;Then eventually full of complaints of their mere existence....&lt;br /&gt;So how does love manage to exist between these two?&lt;br /&gt;May be it's all in illusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say true love never dies...&lt;br /&gt;Someone convince me it ever really existed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all copy rights reserved with Kiren Kumar Chauhan 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-4122157798001433490?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;तरसती आँखों मे आज भी एक नज़ारा बसता है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;सदियों तक तेरी याद के सहारे बैठी रही&lt;br /&gt;निगाह दूर तक तेरी राह सदियों देखती रही &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;खो गए वोह लम्हे रह गया द्शते-जुनू-परवर वहा&lt;br /&gt;ना जाने तू मेरी दुनिया, ना जाने तेरी बसती है कहाँ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all rights reserved @ Kamlesh Chauhan 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-8790154962977499868?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/8790154962977499868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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written by Kamlesh Chauhan CopyRight@Kamlesh Chauhan</title><content type='html'>My Unique Son&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Kamlesh Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fairy came to me on one beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;There was dark, silent shadow around me&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden I saw Brilliant blue Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense luminosity awaken my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My body felt the pious seed&lt;br /&gt;The God supreme gift inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I prayed for your wellbeing&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I realized you are heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to share and let you know&lt;br /&gt;I might not be perfect mother as you know&lt;br /&gt;In every respect, you are a grown man now&lt;br /&gt;But never forget who you are or feel low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my unique son every way&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for your Birth every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my moon. You are my moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You are my Sun, You are my Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my Peace, you are my courage&lt;br /&gt;You are my Goal, You are my Prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to true to Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Always believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid of Hardships&lt;br /&gt;May you rise with sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to know&lt;br /&gt;How much mom love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Child is different. Sometime we parents forget to show our love and care. Our kids need to know how special they are. They need to go on in their own life but Mother Love and Blessing reamin with them.The hardships of life can leave us tired and jaded but they will always bounce back with new vigor and parental support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-1750883624194573466?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/1750883624194573466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-unique-son-written-by-kamlesh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/1750883624194573466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/1750883624194573466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-unique-son-written-by-kamlesh.html' title='My Unique Son written by Kamlesh Chauhan CopyRight@Kamlesh Chauhan'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-4082331900250338690</id><published>2009-10-08T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:39:34.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jagriti"Author Lounge"</title><content type='html'>The Faridabad based, noted Hindi poet and novelist, Kamal Kapur was felicitated at the Cerritos residence of Kamlesh Chauhan on Sunday, October 4th.  Kamal Kapur, who is on a private visit to S. California had contacted Chauhan upon hearing about the latter’s novel, “Saat Samundar Paar.”&lt;br /&gt;The occasion was the charter of “The Jagriti Writers’ Lounge” under the aegis of the Jagiriti Foundation and its founder Kamlesh Chauhan.  A brainchild of Harshi Gill, Dr. Deepinder Singh and Dr. Parvin Syal, the group aims to foster kinship among writers of Indian origin. TheWriters’ Lounge will have periodic meetings to provide a critical forum for exchange of ideas and the enjoyment of each others’ writings. The group also aims to publish an annual anthology of poetry, plays, short stories etc.  The meeting was presided over by Dr. Syal, a published poet, playwright and screenplay writer. Other members included author, dramatist and poet Harshi Gill, poets Pum Sandhu and Dr. Deepinder Singh. Journalist J.S. Bedi, writing extensively on Punjabi military history was also in attendance. Members not present include novelist Gaytri Saggar, Minu Chauhan, Ranjun Chauhan, Malvinder and Nanni   Sandhu. &lt;br /&gt;The writers present read from their works and the recitals were also enjoyed by an audience comprising of Jagwinder Mann, Dimpy Gujral, Manjit Bhasin and Sulakshana  Rajput.&lt;br /&gt;Kapur informed this correspondent that she has a personal mission to propagate Hindi literature and that she was particularly enthused about the interest in Hindi writing in the Indian Diaspora.  As the editor of Pehchan Patrika published monthly in New Delhi, she invited contributions from authors in the Southland. Kapur has also penned anthologies of poetry, namely “Zindagi  kai Mod”, “Gulmohar has Uthae” and “Pal Do Pal.” Her novels include, “Katha Sangraha: Rishton kai Rang”, “Naahar Shuta Jayae”, “Ek Bheegi Saanjh” and the award winning “Chaavan.”&lt;br /&gt;Those interested in the activities of the group may contact Jagritiusa@Gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-4082331900250338690?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/4082331900250338690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/jagritiauthor-lounge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Mindless Task written by Kiren  (minu) Kumari Chauhan from Poems selection:Memoirs Journey</title><content type='html'>I will think twice this time.&lt;br /&gt;For giving my heart away&lt;br /&gt;Giving my heart to someone who don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;In return you don't  have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;except beating cell..&lt;br /&gt;Yet dealing with the heartache.is mindless task&lt;br /&gt;Not only it strip you of your defenses&lt;br /&gt;It leaves you with many broken pieces&lt;br /&gt;It kidnap you if you ever feeling of happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-8128517777839896118?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/8128517777839896118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Chauhan</title><content type='html'>Laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Roars from all sides..why does it sound so alien..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes, I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was it that long ago I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembered its existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you snatch it from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children running..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running with the joy of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I was running from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster and faster until it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel safe for short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Childhood I never knew of your ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;existance until I  watched other play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a weary soul...watching from the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly realizing that it could never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find the key to the inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Kiren Kumari Chauhan ( Minu) all rights are reserved with Kiren Kumari Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an excellent writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-9010495600918687492?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/9010495600918687492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/10/laughter-written-by-kiren-kumari.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/9010495600918687492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/9010495600918687492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ने&lt;br /&gt;सूरज को बनाया दिन का ताज उस ईश्वर ने&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इन्सान के लिये बनायीं थी मालिक ने एक ही ज़मीं&lt;br /&gt;जमीं के लिये गिराई इन्सान ने अपनी ज़मीर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मसीहा भी मेरा नाम, अल्लाह भी रखा  मेरा नाम&lt;br /&gt;राम रहीम एक है जान, कबीर करीम का है यह पैगाम&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मत काटो सर मासूमो के मेरे कश्मीर मे लाकर मेरा नाम&lt;br /&gt;मेरी ही बख्शी ज़मीं पी, मासूमो का मंगाते हो बलिदान&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जिहाद तो बनाया था अपने अंदर के कुफर से लड़ना&lt;br /&gt;शत्रंज़ , शराब और मन की बुराईयों से ज़ंग करना&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन अब मै कया कहूँ , कोई मानता नहीं मेरा इमाम&lt;br /&gt;मेरे ही प्यारो ने कर दिया ,मेरा ही नाम बदनाम&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; यह       &lt;br /&gt;   ख्याल मै़ने तब लिखा था जब कश्मीर मे हमारे भारती लोगो के घर उजाड़ दिये  थे  हमारे पडोसी  भाईयो ने. दुनिया खामोश रही लेकिन जो हमारे भारती नारियो , बचो और शंतिप्रियाए आदमियों को अपने ही वतन मै जिहाद और आज़ादी के नाम पर नफरत से कतला आम किये गया , भाईयो से बहने बिशद  गयी और दुसरो हिसो मे बैठे भारती चुपचाप देखते रहे. आज भी हमारी भारती सरकार विशव मे यह नहीं साबित कर पाई की हमारा भारत धरम के नाम पर अपने देश के टुकडे नहीं कर सकता. धरम यह नहीं सकता किस्सी से बैर करना.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-8545194119923814833?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/8545194119923814833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/8545194119923814833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/8545194119923814833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='खुदा का पैगाम इन्सान के नाम'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-7156230929306112468</id><published>2009-09-22T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:56:52.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Indian Leadership Take Actions Cross Border</title><content type='html'>We all hope to live peacefully with our neighbours, But India's next door nation just fired the three rockets from across the border that exploded two kilometers in-side Punjab. What it says about our so called peaceful neighbours?. Why  India is not taking precaution while they know that the border incidents were mainly aimed diverting attention of Indian forces to push in-filtrators. Where are those infiltrators.? Who are they? Where did they go? Did Indian Govertments knows that?. You let your country robbed by the infiltrators.? When India's neighbours are getting out of their obesession with India. I wish there was  no hate among us. Now they are coming in Punjab to disturb peace of Punjabi People who only wants to make easy life for their young kids. Its a duty of each  Indian citizen to be aware of their sorroundings, their new neighbours , workers, school kids so they can watch such activities  about new faces around the area. God Bless India. May God bring Peace to this planet. May God awaken humans to learn how to live together peacefully beside all different beliefs and path we chose to follow. God Bless America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-7156230929306112468?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/7156230929306112468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-indian-leadership-take-actions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/7156230929306112468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/7156230929306112468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-indian-leadership-take-actions.html' title='Why Indian Leadership Take Actions Cross Border'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059842587868802106.post-640806061123149647</id><published>2009-09-22T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:11:14.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with Kamlesh Chauhan</title><content type='html'>By Dr. Parvin D. Syal&lt;br /&gt;By Dr. Parvin D. Syal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a perception, particularly in India, that the streets in the U.S. are paved with gold,” maintains Kamlesh Chauhan, in a recent conversation with me, “but when reality bites, the truth is rather disturbing.”&lt;br /&gt;Kamlesh was talking about her novel in Hindi, “Saat  Samundar Paar”, which was recently published by Unistar Publications of Chandigarh, India.  The publication caused a stir in Indian literary circles for its innovative and bold approach in storytelling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The novel grips the reader from the very first sentence which finds Sundari, the protagonist, seated in front of a mirror, studying the crags of an ageing face, searching for meaning in a life spanning decades across three continents.  And through her reminiscence is told the story of different characters of different generations – in India, Britain, Canada and the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamlesh maintains that this is not an autobiographical novel, but is inspired by numerous encounters she had with people whose anecdotal stories and vignettes have been weaved into a saga that traverses  ages and miles.  Kamlesh started keeping a journal after she arrived in California as a teenage bride in the early nineteen seventies.  She studied characters, she invented characters, she breathed life into these characters and then populated the stage of her tale with these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her first novel, Kamlesh Chauhan aspires to attain the heights of great story telling in the mold of Munshi Premchand , but falls short in the richness of fabric and language. However, she makes up for this deficiency, in the expression of popular thought and certainly can be placed at par with socially significant and entertaining novelists like Gulshan Nanda and Dharamveer Bharati.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked about what inspired her to write, Kamlesh said, “I was passing through Heathrow Airport in London when I saw a Punjabi lady, wearing a pink traditional dress, performing janitorial duties.  I was taken aback by this seemingly incongruous event and approached the lady and discovered that, in fact, she had a master’s degree from India but finding no recognition for her education in Britain she had to accept any job that was offered her.”   Kamlesh appreciated the dignity of labor displayed by the lady but she began thinking; what were the expectations of this individual before she left India; what was promised to her before she left India; what hardships did she have to face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saat Samundar Paar” explores these rhetorical situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sundari, born in a middle class family, is witness to the financial difficulties her family encounters to marry off her sisters.  The social structure is such that parents are totally burdened by responsibility and debt.  She rebels against society’s norms and chooses education over marriage as she does not want to add to the burdens of her family. Independent   in thought, bold in demeanor, enlightened in intellect and blessed with beauty, Sundari nourishes dreams of a life with her prince charming, Aakash, whom she meets surreptitiously.  Sundari’s parents, however, do not approve of this and marry her off to an NRI from the U.S., Inder, who has falsely projected himself as a business tycoon. Thus begins her journey across the seven seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Though Sundari is an educated woman, she is made to feel inadequate in her new environment – not only by a possessive husband but by a society that shuns a new immigrant.  Her husband uses the suppression of her desires as a tool to demonstrate his own perceived superiority.  He deprives her of material and emotional needs because he wants her to be subservient to his commands.  But Sundari is not a slave. She rebels and becomes a woman of substance, in her own right.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against this background Kamlesh tackles important social issues. First and foremost is the perception in India that any foreign country is better than India. Middle class families are lured into sending their daughters overseas dreaming that a golden life awaits the chosen few. In many instances, the husbands are not what they have projected. &lt;br /&gt;“It is fashionable,” Kamlesh stated, “ to demonize men in film and the print media. Just as it is fashion to paint India as a poor and ignorant country. I have tried to stay away from this stereo-type.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Meaning?”    I am cynical. I am familiar with the male hating works of film makers like Deepa Mehta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Women have taken advantage of their situation as well. For instance, the novel relates the story of a woman who marries an NRI only so that she could sponsor the rest of her family to join her in the States.  And then, there is the story of Sheela, in England, married to Anup. In this instance, Anup is the victim of Sheela’s domineering attitude and her manipulation of the system whereby her husband loses his reputation, his dignity, his business and his children. In short, he is totally ruined.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be granted that Kamlesh has been objective in her novel.  There are issues which have been commented on, emotionally yet clinically. Domestic violence is of great significance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are countless instances of physical and emotional abuse. Truth is that mostly it is women who are brought to the Western countries after marriage and subjected to violence.  They are exploited because of their economic dependence on their husbands, and because they are not aware of services and facilities affordable to them.  Through the medium of the novel, I am attempting to increase awareness and thus enrich and empower women.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kamlesh has been bold in exploring the desire for affection that women harbor. Neglected in marriage, cast aside as inferior, but very human in their needs they latch onto any emotional succor that comes their way.  They are not immune to the permissive nature of society, and Kamlesh tackles subjects of pre-marital and extra-marital sex in a sympathetic manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a basic difference between India and the west.  Children born here mature at a faster rate. They are exposed to a lot in the media and take certain social mores to be the norm.  When, and if, these children of the west are placed in an Indian context, there is bound to be misunderstanding and confusion. Eventually there are adjustment problems, and many times it is very easy to slip down the slippery slopes of ethical behavior.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surely, you are not suggesting that everyone in the west is amoral, if not immoral?” I protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On the contrary,” Kamlesh elucidates, “children in the west are naïve. They have not learnt the Chanakya like machinations of Indians. There is a lot of demonstrative drama in India -- empty show without substance, and a lot of NRIs fall for this false veneer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is not a racy account, jumping from one bedroom to another. It is not an exploitation of situations, designed to titillate. It is a very serious effort at exploring a woman’s desires and emotions. Sundari is deprived of true love. She is devastated by a loveless marriage. She finds happiness in the arms of another and all this while she rises above the murky waters that would pull her down into a morass of insignificance. She becomes a woman of substance and leaves her mark on society.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to penning the novel, Kamlesh writes poetry and is appreciated for her unconventional substance and style.   Her audience awaits her next novel, “  Saat Pheron se Dhokha.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059842587868802106-640806061123149647?l=kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/feeds/640806061123149647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation-with-kamlesh-chauhan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/640806061123149647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059842587868802106/posts/default/640806061123149647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kamleshchauhantheauthor.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation-with-kamlesh-chauhan.html' title='A conversation with Kamlesh Chauhan'/><author><name>Gauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04537534101324094228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9K5tShj-gM/Sg5zQbvmqyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6aWHjYXSNC0/S220/Goorie_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
