March issue of the Lit-Magazine 'Branwyn'

2. Branwyn is the Goddess of love, beauty, mischief and mystery. It also relates to genuine literature. The name has been tossed
by Lavkesh Kumar Singh.
Director and Publisher : Vineeta Gupta
Founder and Editor-in-Chief : Sneha Gupta
Manager : Parul Parihar
Contacts : sneha@branwyn.in
Website : www.branwyn.in

4. EDITORIAL:
Why shall I read your book?
It is the moral right of all reader to ask that why should they read any writer’s book. But, with prejudices prevailing in
publishing industry, the reading necessities of the mass readers was highly being ignored and taunted. Reading had got
confined only to a particular sphere of the society. Readers were even scared to put forth their questions – Why should I
read your book?
But then, came the writers of new age. They came fully prepared with their answers to the readers – “Read my book for fun
as a friend of your leisure. I am not here with my philosophies to taunt you. I am not here to load your mind with unreasonable
logics which do not relate to your life. Let’s keep everything aside and talk about our daily life. Let’s talk about the fashion in
latest trend, the books, the shoes, restaurants, colleges, sport and everything you like about. No, I am not the torch bearer
of your life. No, I cannot provide solutions to all your problems. But I will listen to them. I feel like you and I write your voice.
Your own unheard voice! Read me to listen to the voice of your own soul.”
These writers of popular fiction did not talk about high ethics and morals. They talked about the general problems of getting
admissions in colleges, fake social status discriminatingly imposed by the market Mughals and so on... Readers read and
welcomed them. And that is why; Branwyn is dedicated to support all those writers who speak the voice of the readers.
- Sneha Gupta

5. EnErgy BoostErs
 Branwyn – Brand that wins! A very nice initiative by Sneha Gupta
o Babita Basu, Journalist, Times of India
 Every section, every segment of Branwyn is itself amazing. All the columnists and all the contents are outstanding. Whole concept is
beyond imagination. Thoroughly thoroughly liked it.
o Mukesh Ajmera, Lucknow
 Looking forward for Branwyn’s next issue only for Mr. LaVa and Mr. Attitude. Loved these guys’ mature outlook. Brahma has potential.
Keep updated.
o Randheer Ahluwalia, New York
 It is a bang in literary circles. The best part is its being clear with the motives and objectives.
o Raj Verma, Lucknow
 An appreciative attempt especially on the prime focus on readers’ reading necessity.
o Uttam Singh, Lucknow
 I didn’t know that authors could be more handsome than film actors and I am so glad to find Mr. YouKnowMe more handsome than Arjun
Kapoor.
o Akshata, Mumbai
 Hillarious! It is absolutely wonderful.
o Ishaan Lalit, New Delhi
 Very nice! A little more designing and it will look better.
o Kunal Marathe, Indore
 Thank you Miss Mishti for making me smile.
o Akhil Chavan, Pune
 I love Sachin Garg. Thanks for his interview.
o Anita Choudhary, Lucknow
 Beautiful, colourful, wonderful.
o Jacob Alfanso
 After reading the review of ‘And God made a Mistake’, I think what I was reading till today as book-reviews? Chillar? Now, I know what
book-review is! And now I realize how I was being befooled. Thanks Branwyn!
o Mihika Sarkar, Kolkata
 A fascinating attempt! Proud of you, Sneha!
o Ashfaq Sheikh, Udgamandalam
 I already have lot of expectations from you. Very well done, Sneha!
o Charanjeet Singh, Chandigarh
 Dear Mr. YouKnowMe, I read your story in Branwyn and I really loved your writing. I want to tell you that you may find it difficult to leave
your ‘White Smoke’ but always remember that everyone is born with a noble cause and you have to play your part of role. Don’t lose
hope. You can create magic with your words. All the best!
o Raushan, Patna
 I really love it.
o Nidhi Singh, Jaipur
A few of the numerous feedbacks Branwyn got!
Feedbacks and constructive criticism are most welcome at sneha@branwyn.in

6. Branwyn Cover Story
Publishers’ Favourite Reads
Their eyes go through numerous
manuscripts. They come across a number
of tales which they convert into good
reads for readers. But what types of
books attract the publishers themselves?
As soon as the question crossed
Branwyn’s mind, she decided to discuss
it. Binay Dutta from Mahaveer Publishers
loves to read thrillers.
“I like thrillers a lot.” He says. However,
he clarifies the reason, “Once upon a
time, I liked romance too. But nowadays
all of them tell the same story. A boy, a
girl, college campus, some obstacles and
that’s it! Nothing more! Thrillers are
certainly better than that.”
Similar words come from Aman Sharma
of Parlance Publishers.
“I love crime-fiction. They attract me a
lot.” said Aman, “Romance is boring.” He
makes it clear.
Rohit Shetty from ‘First Step Publishers’
speaks in the same voice.
“Nothing could be better than thrillers. I
love thrillers. I have always preferred
thrillers to romance.”
However, Arcopol Chaudhary from
“Fingerprint Publishing” stands in a
different queue. He prefers to read
literary fiction. His interest in the
outstanding release “Dozakhnama”
makes it clear that he is not much into
popular fiction.
So, it is quite clear that most of the
publishers who come up with various
romance novels, themselves prefer to
read thrillers. The context makes it clear
that thriller genre has bright future in
Indian publishing industry.

7. Three Questions : Bhavya Koushik
Young author Bhavya Koushik did his debut with his remarkable
novel “The Other Side of The Bed” and surprised the publishing
industry with his mature insight of relationships. At the only age of
22, the debutant author has left critics with no other option than to
praise him for his immaculate understanding of human emotions. In
an exclusive interview with Branwyn, Bhavya talks about his emotive
side.
Branwyn : "The other side of the bed" Which side of the bed
does your novel talk about? Left side? Right side? Or Wrong
side?
Bhavya : It elucidates about the untouched side, the vacant and
empty side of the bed which is caused by the demise of a loved one.
The vacuum which is left after when a loved one is gone and you are
forced to live in a world full of memories, and nothing else. The
novel revolves around the notion of sleeping in the same bed, and
on the same side, where once the protagonist’s wife used to sleep
and his journey in attaining that.
Branwyn : Your novel talks about seriousness of relations.
What is your stand on love? Subjective or Objective?
Bhavya : Love for me, can never be objective as I believe that love
exists in a spectrum which is still unseen by human eyes. Love is not
black or white, or of any colour in fact. I believe that no one can
define what love is in complete absolution. For me, love is …
(undefined). Sometimes, you can love a complete stranger, while
there are times when you can fall out of love as easily as you fall
into it. Although I might not know everything about love, but I’m
certain about one thing that love doesn’t require any effort – loving
someone should be effortless. If it requires a substantial amount of
effort to continue being in love, then it is not love at all, it is just
people saying and doing all those things that they are supposed to.
Branwyn : What is your opinion on "It's complicated" status
of love-relation?
Bhavya : I seriously can never understand completely about “It’s
complicated” status of relationship. I mean, what is the entire
meaning behind having a complicated relationship? A person is
either single or is in a relationship. Nevertheless, even if your
relationship is complicated, then work things out. If you love
someone, go ahead and tell them what you feel about them. If you
think you are not ready, then take one step at a time until you are
prepared. And in case, if you feel monotony in your relationship,
then remind yourself, that at the end of the day people are what
matters. Whatever you do, don’t complicate things. Life is supposed
to be simple, easy, anything but complicated.
Thanks for the interview Bhavya. Branwyn wishes you best
of luck in all your future endeavours.

8. Making of A Book
Te Amo…. I love you
Writing a book is like living a life of dreams where everything
happens live! Writers visualize their dreams and ink it down on
paper. Writing a book requires lots of patience and consistency.
Many people conceive ideas but seldom come out with a published
book.
Author Rohit Sharma did his debut with a romantic fiction “Te Amo…
I love you…”
The book first gathered attention on social networking websites and
gradually made its way through readers’ hearts. The book has been
considered an average romance by regular readers whereas first-
timers and teenagers have favourited it.
In a special interaction with Branwyn, Rohit Sharma narrated the
amazing journey of his book from a mere idea to a full-fledged
novel. Ever since his college days, Rohit knew that he wanted to be
remembered as a writer. In his words – “It was 2004… I was in my
seventh semester of Engineering. One of our teachers asked us,
what we wanted to do that one thing in life through which people
will remember us once we are gone, from this mortal world. I had
replied that I will be writing books. Well, most students had laughed
at that time. But, I was serious. I definitely wanted to write books.
And that moment came in 2009.”
As it is mentioned earlier, ideas come to a lot of people but seldom
work on it. Rohit was not one of those dreamers who just keep
dreaming of writing a book for their whole life. Rohit knew that he
had to write a book and he threw himself onto the plan. He started
the research for his book in August 2009 and the first handed thing
of his concern was the location of his novel. Rohit’s deep interest in
Spain and its culture germinated the idea of the desired location of
the novel to be Spain. However, the story of “Te Amo… I love you…”
covers different countries but it is centered on a Spanish beauty –
Isabella – our heroine. Sketching Spain in his novel was not that
easy for our Indian author but he did it with the help of his friend
Maica Garcia – “Maica Garcia, a senior poetess from Spain, helped
me a lot with the research work related to Spanish culture, festivals,
and their country as a whole.” Now, once the location was clear,
Rohit moved towards the tougher part – characterization. Let’s get
to know the whole story in Rohit’s words – “I had started working on
the characters of my story when my employers informed me that
they were to send me London in March 2010. So, I decided to keep
the lead male character from Britain. I thought it would be easier for
me to portray London, as I would be living there. I chose to name
the lead male character as Aron (on my nephew’s name, who lives in
London), and I portrayed him as a British. I always wanted to be a
choreographer, and I put that desire into Aron’s character, and
decided to show him as a dance teacher/choreographer. I had a very
clear vision of Isabella in my mind, though her character is a
complete fiction. I wanted to portray the Spanish culture and their
beauty through Isabella. Isabella, itself means beautiful (and also
means God’s vow) and I wanted to show how beautiful a woman is,
both inside-out. I wanted to show her as a perfect daughter, a
perfect lover, a perfect wife, and a perfect mother. I wanted to show
feelings of true love, true sacrifice, through her. I researched a lot to
find a perfect name for her. Maica suggested me many names, but I
finalized Isabella. Writing Ethan’s character was very tough. I
wanted to show him completely opposite to Aron, and at the same
time, I wanted to highlight some social messages like Domestic
Violence, through him. I honestly didn’t find any good name for him.
So, I kept his name as Ethan for two reasons – 1. My Client Manager
in London, a very arrogant and rude man, his name was Ethan. 2 –
Tom Cruise, my favorite actor’s most famous screen name is Ethan
Hunt (Mission Impossible series). Then I finalized the supporting
characters. I wanted to portray honest friendships, and hence I
developed Vivek and Santina’s characters, and with them, I also
finalized rest of the characters of the book.”
Since Rohit’s hero was British, a little research work on Britain was
also required. As soon as Rohit landed in London on March 2010, he
started gathering information about the city and took a lot of
pictures to form a ground for the description of the city in his novel.
Thus Rohit’s research ended and he finally got everything in his
hands. But little did he know that it was just the beginning.
Nevertheless, Rohit started the book crafting. He divided the entire
synopsis into chapters and wrote a brief about each chapter. Finally,
when he had an outline of each chapter, he sat down to write the
complete novel, chapter by chapter. He finished it in 2 months.

9. Because of his extensive research and clear vision, he didn’t face any
writer’s block.
Then, came another tough part and Rohit’s interaction with literary
agents and publishers grounded the present draft of “Te Amo… I
love you…”. This is what Eohit says about it – “After completing the
novel, I contacted the Literary agents in England, and one of the
luckily selected me. That literary agent also presented my work to
one of the publishers there, and they too selected my work. But, a
few of my friends suggested me to get my work published in India.
After pondering over their suggestion, I decided to get my book
published in India. But, the first publisher to whom I sent my
proposal rejected me straightaway that my book does not contain
any Indian character; it will not work.”That rejection cleared the
presence of Aryan in “Te Amo… I love you…” leaving Rohit in a
dilemma. A discouraging hard work of complete re-formatting of the
novel was waiting just for the introduction of an Indian character.
However, a consistent Rohit bothered least about when he
confirmed his decision after three months. Rohit speaks about the
transformation of Aron to Aryan – “Once they rejected my book,
I discussed the same with my two good friends, and they advised
me to change some characters to Indian. It was June 2010, and it
was a tough decision. Finally after a break of 3 months, I decided to
rework on my book. I changed some characters to Indian. I changed
Aron to Aryan. But, it involved a lot of rework, because there is a
huge difference in the characteristics of a British and an Indian. It
took me another 2 months to edit and complete my book.” Lastly,
the book was completed and then Rohit started the editing – “I
started the process of multiple revisions and editing, and I literally
did ‘n’ number of editing in the next 9-10 months. Finally, in
September 2011, I started contacting the publishers again, and in
April 2012, I signed the contract with Mahaveer Publishers. On
12/12/12, I finally held the dream in my hands.
It is a very long journey of 3.5 years, but it has proved very
satisfying.
Rohit becomes emotional when he shares some memorable
moments of his journey – “One of the toughest times was when I had to
rework on my entire script. The decision, to convert some characters to
Indian, was a tough one. Secondly, after I signed my contract, I had to
market my book. That’s when a lot many friends helped me. That was a
really tough time, and involved a lot of hard work. I am really thankful to all
my friends, who helped my book in one way or the other. But nothing beats
the moment when I finally held my book, and the reception I received after
that, considering I am a debut writer, and I have yet to earn some name in
the industry. I still remember how I personally felt while scripting each and
every scene of the book, or how much struggle I did to find the publisher.
Every moment taught me something. And then, the support I received by
the friends, during the marketing of my book was overwhelming. But it
created too much hype and expectations. Suddenly, a few people who knew
me, started expecting too much from a debut author like me, and I was
extremely nervous when the book released. But thankfully, the book is
meeting majority’s expectations. Every such moment is memorable, when a
reader comes back to me and appreciates my work. It every such moment is
a lesson when a reader tells me that he or she didn’t like something in the
book, which makes me to work harder.”
The making of “Te Amo… I love you…” is itself a beautiful story. In
fact, in this case, ‘the story of a book’ has come up to be more
interesting than the ‘story of the book itself.

10. Miss Mishti’s Corner
* A date with Human Emotions and
Expressions! *
They say a human face consists of 43
muscles that can shrink and fit to 10,000
various expressions. Yes, you read it
correct. 10,000 varied expressions.
Human Emotions and Expressions have
a direct link with heart. The things
running in heart may not always be
flashed on the face or spat by the tongue,
and vice versa. The seven basic human
emotions are-
1. Fear
2. Happiness
3. Sadness
4. Disgust
5. Anger
6. Contempt
7. Surprise.
The most experienced form of confusing
human emotions is flashing a Smile. A
Smile may not always run parallel to
what's running in one's heart. Similar is
the second confusing factor, Tongue.
They say a Tongue can lie, but Eyes can
never. Eyes are the transparent frame of
what's running in one's heart. The best
thing about human emotions and
expressions is that they have a direct
link with heart, unlike smile and tongue.
The most widespread illusion that Liars
can't maintain a direct eye-contact is as
false as that of the Truth-tellers who
can't maintain an eye-contact utter lies.
Nervous and embarrassed beings too
look away and communicate, but that
doesn't make them liars. Eye-contact is
known for combating against fear, hence
the same should never be confused with
tongue-telling. But, never to forget, even
the best liars can't control their natural
facial muscles from shrinking or
expanding, to hide or fake display of a
stack of emotions.
In this installment of Branwyn, let's
check and exaggerate for what our
psychologists say, regarding Human
behaviour -
>>If a person becomes angry on petty
and unnoticeable things, it means
he/she needs
LOVE.....
No one can ever put in words that
he/she needs love, but every single
human heart is sugar coated with a thick
layer of desires, demands, expectations
and ecstasies. We often come across
beings who possess every material
feature at their fingertips, but are always
hungry for love. Eg. After leaving the cab,
just thank the driver for once with a
Smile, and devote few of your valuable
minutes to let him know, how because of
him you safely and promptly landed at
the desired destination. The smile that
would be carved on his face by your
words would be enough to make his day,
and the same goodness, with a little
more efficiency would be passed on to
his another 10 passengers, and so on.
>>If a person sleeps for long hours,
he/she is lonely deep inside.....
This is majorly seen in the beings of the
age groups 6-16 and 45-60. Loneliness
can't be erased by sharing, but it can be
erased by caring. Ever if you come
across the family members of the said
age-group, try sparing few of your
minutes to let them know that you exist
for them and they exist for you. Caring
develops by smaller things like inquiring
about the meals, health, entertainment,
etc.
Eg. Try complementing your near and
dear ones whenever nature permits a
chance. Even the smallest compliment
has the potential to draw the biggest
smiles and happiness on one's face as
well as heart. This will not just bring you
closer to them, but will keep them
occupied, will boost the best inside
them, for a simple reason that everyone
loves to be complimented.
Friends, it's never too late to realize that
there still exist some hearts, who believe
in making human relations rather than
making money. The only barter of
infinite love can make this life ride
worthwhile.
So, this was a small date to make all the
readers join us in the journey towards
exploring Human Emotions, Expressions
and Hearts.
 Miss Mishti is a CA intern
living in Mumbai who
enjoys and licks every bit
of life like a chocolate…

11. The Black
Shade of LefT
FROM
DHAKESHWARi
Once in a while, we come
across a book which stirs the
soul inside. Here in Branwyn,
we talk about pulp fiction but
when my eyes fell on this book,
the unusual cover page giving a
sense of incompletion did more
than attraction.
Story of an actress, a ghost,
pensive women and a figure of
mime artist…
“Left from Dhakeshwari” is a
work of literary fiction. Author
Kunal Sen has weaved his past
years’ experience of creative
field in this book. Being an
affluent film-maker, Kunal Sen
stands different as a writer
among the present Indian
scenario.
“I do not like pulp-fiction.” says
he, “I did not hold pen to
amuse others. I have written
this book with lots of efforts. I
would be happy for my book to
be called a work of genuine
literature.”
“Left from Dhakeshwari” is a
compilation of nine tragedies
which run in a chronological
manner. With this feature,
Kunal strongly affirms his
experimental side. His
creativity lands on observation
plus patience and runs on
experimentations plus
affluence.
Being a film-maker enriched
the creative side of Kunal
which he successfully
implemented in the book. His
experience of creative field
speaks through his book which
altogether comes with a short-
story book instead of a novel.
But one thing which attracts
the attention also leaves a
mystery…
Every other novel these days is
coming as a confession. Then,
how much of the stories relate
to Kunal?
“Gublu and Babla took after my
childhood friends…” Kunal
replies with his spectacles on
his nose and his eyes fixed on
vacuum. The ‘M’ to whom he
dedicates the book, speaks
more than his eyes as the
inquisitive presence of an
unknown is felt all throughout
the book.
The incompletion,
discontentment and a pensive
insight makes “LEFT FROM
DHAKESHWARI” a true gem of
Indian contemporary fiction.

12. Mr. YouKnowMe
The Storyteller
I remember being told bedtime stories
by my mum. She is still the best
storyteller I’ve ever came across. Her
stories not only worked as moral
teaching but induced flair of reading
and writing, and most importantly of
imagining a world where words create
everything. How many people do you
know who can tell you about a place
that doesn’t exist at all?
Most kids do that. Almost all. Even Me,
and you did it when we were some 5-6
year old. Remember your broken
watch which was broken during a fight
with your classmate, and when asked
at home you said “I fell on ground and
it got broken,” or the lost pencil which
someone took from you and never
returned. I’m sure many of us did that.
I did that. 
Point is, as kids we all have a
storyteller inside us. A perfect
storyteller; who doesn’t need to write
down his/her thought on paper or
laptop, and still able to capture every
traces to make the story sound
authentic and realistic. Not to mention,
we never succeed in that. Parents
know that their kid is lying and
depending upon the ‘sin’ a punishment
is decided. And a lesson for rest of the
life is learned.
When was the last time you wanted to
express something but found no words
to complete your thoughts?
Ever thought what happened to the
storyteller that once lived in you?
I don’t know where he is. I thought is
always around, but when I call him, he
is nowhere to be found. He is lost in
the ashes of time. I left him
somewhere in my past, when I was
busy in the rat-race called Education.
Maybe he is dead by now. I did try to
find him, but he is just lost.
I remember he made me feel the care
that lies in the words and deep
emotions that hides in the silence. He
told me that the words are the way to
find the truth of life, and lead it
towards the freedom on soul. He told
me about the people who never had
existence, but is now part of my
existence. It’s quite like finding the
color of the day. It’s bright, but you
can’t tell what color a day has. Like a
reflection. Reflection of the
reminiscences of my childhood, of
times when everything was a thing
from another world. It was really
magical. I can’t explain how it felt. But
it was beyond the fortress of
imagination, beyond the seven seas,
beyond the skies; somewhere I felt ‘I
belong’.
I don’t know whether I’d be able to
find the storyteller ever again, but I’m
sure I will continue seeking him.
Maybe someday he will bring me closer
to the person whom once I knew.
Maybe he’d help me to find the story
that is hiding somewhere deep in my
heart and growing silently. For now, all
I can say is
“The day I will find you, I will ask you
where you were gone. I will ask you
why you left me. But before you could
reply, I will say ‘Hope you remember
me…’ My Storyteller.”
 Mr. YouKnowMe is
someone whom all of us
know yet all of us are
still to discover. He is a
biker, an author and
like all of us, a lover of
life…

13. Branwyn Book Review: In
The Name of Love – Rest
in Peace
“In the Name of Love – Rest in Peace”
is a spy novel written by Author Nitya
Prakash. It deals with a secret
organization, Trailblazer and its agents
who work for the welfare of humanity.
An organization of immense power and
limitless funds, Trailblazer appoints its
agent Kabir Garg to fetch immunity for
Anthrax from a stubborn scientist Dr.
Johar. Whole story revolves around
this adventure.
Plot of the book
Nitya Praksh has conceived a strong
plot and weaved a good story on it. A
threat of a bio-war, a secret
organization and its structure, a
disfigured scientist, an unfaithful wife
and a timid agent – Nitya Prakash tries
his best to justify the plot he has in
mind but a few loopholes discontinue
the grip of the story at several places.
Despite the strong plot, Nitya’s
characters fail to pace up the story.
Story of “In the Name of Love – Rest
in Peace” deals with agent Kabir Garg
who is appointed by the secret
organization ‘Trailblazer’ to spy on a
mysterious fellow Mr. Desai. Desai is
suspected to be involved in beneficial
research related to the immunity from
Anthrax but illegally. From here starts
the hide and seek of intellectual minds
and the game of power and money
take over it.
Location of the book has been told to
be New Delhi but it is hardly felt until
the protagonist mentions the ‘Vasant
Vihar’ in one of his conversations.
Altogether, Nitya Prakash creates a
gripping story in the context of a bio-
war.
Characterization
“In the Name of Love – Rest in Peace”
is a suitable example of contradictory
characterization. This is probably one
of its kind of book where all characters
justify their respective roles except the
protagonist himself. Except the
protagonist, every other character fits
in the frame.
Mrs. Geetanjali has been sketched as a
wife indulged in adultery justifying the
act on her husband’s dry and rough
nature. The character of Geetanjali
satirically judges the vulnerability of
women. Ms. Geetanjali marries Mr.
Shravan after getting a satisfactory
insight of his monetary condition. She
doesn’t think twice before committing
adultery when her husband turns out
to be rude to her. She hates him but
never thinks about breaking her
marriage since he meets her financial
necessities and keeps her pocket full.
The gorgeous beauty enjoys the
company of two men who satisfy her
respective necessities. Author Nitya
Prakash has successfully mocked all
those women who try to justify their
sentimental prostitution.
The character of Shravan Desai creates
a clear picture of a dominating but
insecure husband and a shrewd
money-maker. However, this character
of Nitya Prakash confuses a little on
few notes. In the beginning, Nitya calls
him neutral and inert kind of person
who remains unaffected from the
charm of his beautiful wife. The
protagonist describes Desai as a
person who would hardly get disturbed
even on the news of an atomic-war.
But later, we meet an insecure Desai
who beats his wife just because he
gets disturbed by the unfaithfulness of
his friend’s spouse. How could an
atomic war be a ‘no news’ and
‘unfaithfulness’ a matter of highest
concern for a person like Desai who
happens to be a qualified scientist?
Perhaps this phase of Desai’s
personality comes as a surprise both
for the readers and the protagonist.
Dr. Johar’s character as a brilliant
scientist seems more focused than Mr.
Desai. Nitya Prakash gives firsthand
account of Dr. Johar’s Dr. Johar’s
mental condition. The grief and anger
which takes over a disfigured man
after the death of his beloved wife
have been sketched very well by the
author. However, an unreasonable and
unnecessary shock leaves several
questions unanswered. A genius
scientist who hates every single beauty
in this world, starts loving a beautiful
widow half his age and gets trapped.
This altogether transformation of a
half-beaten middle-aged scientist to a
lovelorn fool seems too hard to accept.
Since the story has been written in first
person, no room is left for Dr. Johar’s
character’s soliloquy, which is terribly
required at several places.
Agent Arvind, however, shows the best
of Nitya Prakash’s characterization
skills. Agent Arvind stands true and fit
in an ‘agent’s frame’. He is a
mercilessly balanced man capable
enough to take tough decisions in nick

14. of time at acute situations. Wearing a
unique attitude, Arvind knows how to
manage his juniors as well as his
seniors. He is a cold headed and cold
blooded person who remains
unaffected at the very sight of
dancing-death. He very well knows
how to rein the heads. He is
consistent, mature, focused and
dominant. He certainly creates a proud
image of an Indian Secret Agent.
Agent Arvind is undoubtedly one of
Nitya’s finest creations.
And now our hero Agent Kabir Garg!
His role is to fulfill the tasks assigned
to him by his employer Trailblazer. But
all throughout the book, we do not
come across even a single incident of
his chivalry leave alone any fight-
scene. He appears to be a confused
person more interested in gorgeous
girls than his mission. He seems more
efficient in boudoir skills than his
assignments. We find Agent Kabir as a
timid creature always unwilling to do
anything and pitying himself. It seems
illogical that why should an
organization like Trailblazer with
limitless resources; appoint a good-for-
nothing fellow like Kabir! It seems as if
Kabir never underwent any kind of
‘Secret Agent’ training conducted by
Trailblazer. His confusion of action in
acute situations, his ignorance about
common terms and his uncontrollable
physical desires at inappropriate
situations raise doubts whether he is
actually a spy or just another pleasure
seeking man. In the whole book, Agent
Kabir doesn’t take even a single
decision except the accident scene of
the climax. His Boss, Agent Arvind
keeps every situation under his control
for him. Had Agent Arvind been the
protagonist, Nitya Prakash would have
created India’s very own secret agent.
Scene-craft and Narration
Nitya Prakash is undoubtedly
marvellous in scene-crafting. Despite
the poor characterization, excellent
scene-craft on a strong plot makes the
novel very much readable. Some of the
dialogues really add beauty to the
verbal tricks. Here, Nitya Prakash
shows his writing skills gained by the
experience from his non-fiction books.
Narration is another weak-point of the
novel. At several places, weak
narration fails to elucidate the writing
grace of the situations. However, a
contradictory effect is clearly visible
here also. Narration, in first half of the
book is exhaustive and stands good on
the parameters. But dialogues
dominate in the second half. The most
important scene which suffers the lack
of narration is the accident scene of
the anti-climax. Nitya Prakash wraps
up the whole accident in mere two
paragraphs. Lack of clear elucidation
shows itself.
And to sum up, the most disappointing
fact about the novel is – The story of
the ‘secret’ agent ends ‘secretly’ once
again in his ‘secret’ bedroom instead of
detailing the ‘secrets’ of his ‘secret’
mission in a ‘secret’ chamber of his
‘secret’ organization to his ‘secret’
boss!
So once again, the novel makes an
amazing co-incidence of starting inside
a bedroom and also ending into one!
Critical Conclusion
Nitya Prakash is a well-known figure in
Indian Literary circles. When the
author of several books pens
something down, expectations are
always high. Even then, if the
loopholes of narration are ignored and
the poor characterization is categorized
as the fictional liberty of the writer,
then it can be undoubtedly said that in
this era of immature love-stories, Nitya
Prakash has certainly done something
worth appreciation.

15. Mr. Attitude says
BLOOD SPILLED ALL
OVER
First of all, I am sorry to hurt anyone's
sentiments here. I am hurt more.
Believe me and you are hurt even
more. Many of you who are reading
this might get to know. I am not here
to please anyone anymore.
Sorry, that I lost my uncle in Kashmir
insurgency and a friend of friend in
Delhi Bomb Blasts. He was an honest
man with a nice wife and lovely
children. She was beautiful and was
ambitious. Neither he nor she knew
that their fate was written with blood
all over. They are two examples. And
many lie beneath this article. Turn the
page of secular India, the largest
democracy, with glorified freedom to
speech and expression, flanking the
glossy pages more than the dull
implementers, grabbing every eyeball
for the presentation, not for the
execution. I will come to this point
later.
So I was talking about the democracy.
Was that a joke, eh right!
Sorry to the caretakers of democracy
sitting in the cabinet in New Delhi, with
posh bungalows where food is dumped
everyday in dustbins. The food which
might upgrade at least 15% of BPL
(Below Poverty Line), if the definition
of BPL is to be believed, well I should
not be that apprehensive; I trust you,
O definition makers, no better option I
have.
Now I start with the most prominent
opening line of English Language.
What a fucking joke?????
71 conflict, 93 Bomb Blasts, Kargil
insurgency, Attack on Parliament, Taj
Blasts, and many more to
name...................
What are those intelligence sources
doing over there?
After our able officers from Police and
Defense arrest these culprits, why the
hell we have to serve to the whims of
them? We keep them in our so called
jails. Better than few five star hotels
across the country. Why the hell we
spend so much money to keep them
alive in a country where main
occupation is agriculture and ironically,
so many farmers commit suicide for
the lack of food.
This is an open question to Honorable
Prime Minister of India. Why we always
have to adjust to the cabinet's
politically driven mottoes???????????
This is enough. We have endured a lot.
I had seen their tears. If you people,
the preservers of Constitution (the
most perfect according to Dr. B.R.
Ambedkar, required so many
amendments in 65 years of
Independence), don’t care to follow it
or read it, how can citizens behave
responsibly? We are resilient by force,
not by nature............
Our comfort and luxuries are based on
a foundation where blood is spilled all
over.
 Mr. Attitude is a
psychedelic writer known
for writing controversial
flames. A genius
mathematician is his
identity besides being a
stylish author.

16. DOWN MEMORY
LANE
Kousik Gangopadhyay
The year 2001 and I had just been
posted from the hustle and bustle of
New Delhi to a remote sleepy town of
Udhampur in J&K. Since I was not
allotted a service quarter due to non
availability I rented a house just off the
road connecting the under construction
Udhampur Railway to station to Dhar
Road. Every evening a young and
energetic man in the company of
another middle aged person used to
jog towards the railway station and
would come back after 30-40 minutes.
He would stare at my house and wave
at my son Rommel who was 4 years
old then. The jogging and waving
towards my son with a smile continued
for quite a few days. And whenever I
saw this man I would tell my wife that
his face seems so very familiar yet I
could not recollect any incident related
to the person. A couple of months had
passed and the familiar faced man had
stopped crossing my house.
One fine morning I was
sipping a cup of hot tea along with my
colleagues in our Air Force cafeteria
when someone came up with a name -
Captain Guha. I stopped the person
right away and asked him to repeat the
name and give a brief description of
the person he just spoke off. He said
he was talking of Captain P Guha,
Commanding Officer of the Transport
Company of a nearby Army unit. When
I asked him if he knew his past
background, he replied in the
affirmative and said Guha was a
Technician in Indian Air Force before
he joined the Army for better career
opportunities. A flashback of events of
the years 1987 and 1988 criss-crossed
my mind when me and Guha were
trainees and posted at Air Force
Ground Training School. The man who
used to jog every evening was none
other than my buddy. I wanted to kick
myself on the back. How could I not
recognize my friend, with whom I had
spent so many happy moments, played
pranks with other colleagues, smiled
and made others smile when the
training sessions became too tough
and hot to handle.
A few days later I
accidentally came across the man, my
friend, Captain Guha. He was riding a
black Yamaha RX100 bike. He slowed
down on seeing me and asked me
"How's your son?" I asked – “Are you
Prasenjit Guha?” Prompt came the
reply. ****** “So it took you this
much time to recognize me!” I felt very
sheepish. I said – “You too did not
identify yourself.” He was arrogant. He
said – “I was as usual trying to play
pranks. But I thought you were
avoiding me maybe because now you
have a family.” I apologized and said –
“Hey friend, please forgive me. It was
a grave error on my part.” I invited
him to have tea with us in the evening.
He promised to come and we parted
ways.
I purchased samosas, sweets from the
best sweet shop in the city and
returned home. I told my wife that I
had met an old buddy and he will be
coming to our place for tea. I was very
excited and was waiting impatiently for
the arrival of my friend. Shortly he
turned up and started playing with my
son. We talked a lot of the past. He
had not married and he was a
volunteer to serve in J&K. So most of
his tenure was in J&K and he knew the
state like the back of his hand. As the
time came to bid him good bye he
invited me for lunch at his official
residence the next Sunday.
The next Sunday when I
reached the main guard room of his
unit along with my family and said that
I wanted meet Captain Guha, I was
given a warm welcome by the sentry.
He called up on the intercom and said
" Sahab apke mehman pahuch gaye
haiN. Andar bhej dooN ?“ Another
person escorted me to his residence.
He greeted us with a warm smile. His
accommodation was a two room
ground floor flat nested on the lap of a
hilly slope, very well decorated with
orchids and flowers. In the midst of
our conversation and joking he left for
a few minutes for answering a phone
call and subsequently he went for a
bath. His batman and his driver were
giving us company. The best thing that
touched me was his driver and his
batmen were like his family members.
Suddenly his driver asked, "Sahab aap
hamare sahab ko kab se jante haiN?” I
replied – “1987 se.” “Kya aap ke sath
sahab ka tab se sampark haiN?” I said
– “nahiN bich me kuch saal hum alag
alag the.” He said – “Hamara sahab
insaaN nahin Bhagwan haiN. Bhagwan
bhi apne bando se itna pyar nahiN
karte haiN sahab jitna hamse karte
haiN. Sahab hamesha khatron se
khelte haiN. Unko kuch ho gaya to
hum anath ho jayenge.” As Guha came
back we had to draw curtains to our
conversation. Guha called me from his
dressing room and said give me a few
more minutes. I will change my clothes

17. and then we can have lunch. I said
fine. Make it fast as I was feeling
hungry and the aroma of the food
coming from the kitchen was making
us hungrier. As he was taking too
much time to change over I shouted at
him and went into his dressing room. I
was surprised to see my friend
standing with folded hands in front of a
photo of goddess Kali with just a wet
towel wrapped around his waist. I
stood there spellbound. The man who
had no faith in God was praying. The
room was filled with smoke of incense
stick. I stood there quietly.
It must have been around
15-20 minutes that he prayed. Bare
bodied with a wet towel in freezing
temperature I thought that was
superhuman. As he finished
worshipping and turned around I saw a
long scar starting around his left waist
and ending near his right chest criss-
crossing his body. “What's this?” I
asked. “Nothing serious. Just a scar
left behind by an accident” - was his
prompt reply. I did not buy his part of
the argument. In the meantime he
changed over to a jeans and T shirt.
We had lunch punched with a lot of
fun and jokes. But the scar was
bothering me. What is it? I had to
know the truth. My friend was
concealing facts. I struck upon a plan.
I knew Guha will never reveal. I will
have to coax his driver to know his
fact.
One day I got the
opportunity and this is what his driver
had to say... –
One fine winter morning my sahab
along with another sahab, a radio
operator and a driver set out for
some official job for Poonch in a
Gypsy. On the way their vehicle
was ambushed by terrorists firing
indiscriminately from both sides of
the road. All of them were hit by
bullets. After the firing stopped,
sahab badly hit tried to take stock
of the situation. He wanted to call
the base over the radio but it was
badly damaged. All three were
lying in pools of blood with
multiple bullet injuries. Forgetting
about his own welfare, sahab took
over the steering and starting
speeding away from the scene.
Seeing the vehicle moving the
terrorists started firing again.
Sahab somehow managed to bring
the vehicle to a BSF camp around
10-12 kms away from the spot. He
told the doctor on duty to attend
to his three colleagues. Once they
were stretchered inside, he lay on
the floor and requested the doctor
to treat his wounds. His shirt was
drenched in blood. On removing
his shirt and belt it was found that
a bullet had entered his lower
stomach and exited through his
chest. His intestines had spilled
out of his stomach. He was
immediately shifted to the
emergency ward and operated
upon. The doctor was surprised
and shocked to see his tenacity. A
man whose intestines were
thrown out of his ripped open
stomach drove a jeep and brought
his injured colleagues home and
never said I too am injured. My
friend Guha survived the attack
but the other three could not.
That day he realized that
it was the Almighty who saved him.
That’s how he became a worshipper of
Goddess Kali. I was speechless for a
few minutes. My heart was filled with
awe and respect for my friend. Once I
tried to speak to him on the incident
he played down the matter saying
"Yaar fauji hooN yeh sab zindagi ka
hissa haiN. Maine sirf insaniyat ka farz
ada kiya haiN. Apne bandoN ki jan
bachane ki koshish ki hai. That’s all ".
Today my friend is married and has
two pretty children and is posted at
Army Headquarters as a Lieutenant
Colonel. We exchange notes on
Facebook and once in a while talk over
the phone. His wry and naughty smile
always reminds me of that incident.
 Kousik Gangopadhyay is an
ex-defense personnel
presently working with
State Bank of India. He
honoured us by accepting
our request to share his real
experiences of Air-Force life
in ‘Down Memory Lane’
section of Branwyn.

18. Mr. Incandescent speaks…
Discontentment
dis·con·tent /diskənˈtent/(Noun)- 1.
Lack of contentment; dissatisfaction
with one's circumstances. 2. A person
who is dissatisfied, typically with the
prevailing social or political situation.
Worth the definition, because that is
one word that runs the risk of ending
as the most misrepresented word of
modern times. Unfortunately, it does
not offer itself to intellectual
interpretations of high orders. Its
misuse does not face resistance
amongst the class of our society that
proclaims itself as the torch bearers of
thought process that we exhibit at this
critical and transformational juncture in
our history.
Cynicism. Pessimism. Even Vandalism.
The existence in these oft repeated
words in the same context insult the
sanctity of the distant etymological
relative which belongs to the same
pedigree but may be regarded safely
to be too distant to exhibit any
considerable characteristic similar to
the others, though at times the
expression of each find vent in actions
that look similar at the surface. And
yet, in the era when we deem self-
centeredness the synonym of “focus”,
it is the gross lack of discontent that is
the cause of not just the all-prevailing
decadence that is spreading its
tentacles through the minutest of
crevices, but is also the cause of
encouragement for all parasites that
thrive on the indifference of masses.
Although now apparently a futile
exercise, diligent discourses related to
the subject will reveal that discontent
is not just the manifestation of social
stigmas playing on public opinion, it
might well have the elements of the
panacea which history waits for.
History will teach us that all path-
breaking achievements of societies
were but the result of unrest against
prevailing norms.
History also renders itself to the
creation of an axiom that patriotism
essentially finds its roots in unrest.
However, it will also tell us that
patriotism for some is “revolt” for
others. Herein lies the debatable
oxymoron; in our attempt to objectify
that which is essentially subjective, we
tend to lose the essence and what
remains thereby is a mere corpse of
the subject we chose to discuss.
Pardon the circumlocution I display
here. For want of a better explanation,
let’s confine ourselves only to the
subject at hands.
The degree to which we are ‘good’ or
‘bad’ is entirely dependent on whom
we compare ourselves with. There is
no denying that the masses in the
country experience both unrecorded
prosperity (going by recent history),
and a positive outlook that was
virtually non-existent in the post-
independent India. Therefore we have
come a long way. Also, despite the
human tendency of exaggerating
events that occur in one’s lifetime and
considering them more important than
they merit, it may be assumed that we
as Indians face times that are both
critical and decisive. Norms are being
laid, that shall have repercussions in
the days to come. A proud cultural
heritage is seeing a transformation
never witnessed anywhere in the
history of humanity. It is thus vital that
at this juncture, a clear definition
towards the acceptability and the
possible treatment of these essentially
subjective matters is laid down in a
fluid form.
Somehow, however, it is only our
future that remains to be “bright”.
Somehow, that future just eludes us
like a mirage, but never isolates us.
Let us face it. The Indian society lives
in silos confined by water-tight
compartments that differentiate us
from the other members of our own

19. society. The advent of the modern
communication promises to challenge
our fences. We have inherited much,
but we have for long taken pride
basking in the glory of the mediocrity
that we seem to perpetually accept for
ourselves. We have a heritage that is
unparalleled elsewhere in the world.
However, decadence of our own
heritage has accumulated not in the
form of a hillock but in the form of a
mountain.
And the only befitting analogy that I
may offer here, for want of better
creativity (sincere apologies yet again!)
is that of discontent being an essential
catalyst that may help the decadence
turn to the compost that may (MAY!)
help progress plummet above the
decadence like a shoot, promising to
be the harbinger of a better future.
Happily, the decentralization of
information processing that is now
imminent promises to arm us with
potent weapons of intellectuality, as
broadcasting one’s view and reaching
out becomes easier for most of us.
Not-so-happily, in the era when the
empires are built with intellect and
operate within intellect, it is alarming
that we still have brokers and wielders
of intellectual thought processes. Most
of our society remains to be powerless
in originating and pioneering the
flourishing of ‘thoughts systems’ (if we
may call it that). A rather alarming
situation in a diverse society that is
coming to terms with itself.
Remember, the lack of discontent
amongst us may not so much be a
result of the progressive outlook as it
may be of that stupor that those
privileges and lethal few, who control
our thoughts, impose upon us.
A brighter future has always beckoned
us. And it is difficult to say that it has
always eluded us. But we do not come
forth as an ambitious lot. Never in
history.
Thus, let us begin by amending an
elementary flaw that we depict in all
arguments that relates our society. A
common agreement that all loosely
formed groups reach when discussing
all contentious societal issues is that
nothing changes with their “tension
lene se”. Let us begin with
acknowledging that to be the blood
and spleen of all patriotism, discontent
and progress…the humble “tension
lene se”.
That is more that everything that I had
to say.
If this does not bring out enough
disagreements within you, I don’t know
if the purpose of the above arguments
is defeated (because it brings forth no
discontent), or does it accentuate the
gross lack of discontent within our
people?
 Mr. Incandescent is a soul
never at peace. But once
you ignore his self-
proclaimed megalomania
with fallacies, you discover
that he stores double-folds
than what he actually
speaks out. Adoor from
Dhanbad, he lives in New
Delhi and works in Tecnova.

20. OH MY GOD…!
A chartered accountant by profession and a writer by passion, senior
writer Veralotty Rengasamy alias R. Sridhar have created a special
impact on readers. The way he handles serious subjects on light
notes leave no room in readers’ mind to let any contradictory
thought float in. Writing in several languages creates his different
image among modern day writers. Ultimate faith on Almighty is the
common thread which connects all his stories and novels.
With his latest release “OH MY GOD”, Mr. Rengasamy is once again
all set to surprise the Indian readers with flawless flow of stories.
Oh My God! This is not a novel but a collection of short stories
strung together in a garland of love. All the stories lie in the
wonderland that is beyond fiction and non-fiction. The book has 51
chapters; each a story or a poem. There is no link between the
chapters except the common thread of love. You can read any
chapter at random.
So is this book unputdownable? Absolutely not! I am afraid after
reading every story you’ll have to necessarily put it down to let the
impact sink in. But I promise you that you’ll surely take up the book
again. Again and again! Do you know that Mr. Rengasamy was
called as a bad accountant by the co-coordinator of this project? The
DTP man asked for the price he was going to fix. He gave him a
figure and stuck to it. When the script went to the Co-coordinator he
called him up shout at him. the conversation went like this -
- “Sridhar Sir, are you an accountant or what?”
- “Yes, boss. I am.”
- “I strongly doubt it.”
- “Do you want to see my CA certificate? It’s more than
thirty years old. But tell me why this sudden doubt?”
- “You published “Love All” last year. It had 336 pages and
you priced it at Rs.300. This one, “Oh My God!” has 464
pages. You have opted for the expensive book-print paper
which is going to cost you a bomb. You should have priced it
at least at Rs.450. Or you could have at least retained the
old price of Rs.300. You’ve opted for Rs.200 which is
ridiculous.”
- “I am not a publisher. I am more anxious in spreading His
love than in making money. I am not going to market it
through book shops. I am going to sell it to my friends. OMG
may not sell as hot cakes. But I am sure whosoever buys it
will read it. And whosoever reads it will love it. What more
can a writer want?”
The Co-ordinator was not convinced. But Veralotty Rengasamy was.
Some books are read to benefit our souls. “OH MY GOD” by
Veralotty Rengasamy is one of them.

21. Amateur Scribbles
Beauty in Disguise
“Oh my God what a surprise!
This unreal world is full of
Such beautiful things; they entice
I wonder how you planned it all
alone,
Oh, ‘Thee’, it’s been so beautiful
To deliver us the best;
At the right moment our prime need.
Whatever may be around us,
It’s a beautiful life indeed…
I really do want to see your vision
I really do want to understand your
thought
I really do want to feel your palm,
I too wanna play a small part…”
JUST WIDEN YOUR FIELD OF VISION
MY BOY,
YOU WILL CERTAINLY VISUALIZE
SOME FORM OF ART AT THIS CORNER
OR THE NEXT
A BEAUTIFUL THING IS IN DISGUISE
I KNOW MY BOY, THIS WORLD IS
NOT,
WHAT IT USED TO BE,
NOW IT IS FULL OF HATRED, MALICE
AND SPITE,
DEVIL HAS HOMED IN THE HEART OF
MEN RULING THEIR HEAD,
YET MY BOY, KEEP YOUR HOPES
ALIVE,
INTERIM OF ALL THESE EVIL THINGS,
YOU WILL FIND A THING OF
DELIGHT.
AMIDST THE FLOWERS, AMONG THE
TREES,
IN WATER, IN SAND AND IN
MOUNTAIN BREEZE..
DO NOT OVERLOOK, DO NOT CURSE
IT, DO NOT EVER CRITICIZE,
I, WITH PRECISION, HAVE SENT YOU
MY ALL
BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN DISGUISE
- Roshan Kumar
Patna, Bihar
I’m Awake
-Dreams do that to people
I may not have words, but for sure I
have a precise, undaunted feeling,
that I know your emotions. The
emotion in motion inside your heart
that goes every night from light to
dark. And you may not say but you've
lost your dreams. And that is what
keeps me awake.
I see so many dreamers, and yet no
dreams. And a day she told me to
dream less. To be in my boundaries
and know my limits. To know that I
cannot dream what’s not happening
to be. And I was a fool. I felt the
words not of my own. And I stopped
there and became one of the mob.
Just like everyone there. Just like the
people who say they have dreams,
and to complete those dreams they
sleep whole nights.
To ask oneself what dream you have
now, is a hard job. To ask what are
you running for, and to know that all
was worth it. I may sound kiddie. But
ask yourself your last dream, and the
one right now. The dream which
brought you here, and the dream
which left you nowhere. And you'll
say I had one, and I have one. Ohh !
Very nice. Yes you do have one. A
dream coated with the blanket of
night and glued to the pillow of your
bed. A dream of dreamers. A dream
so true that it comes and goes every
night. And every morning you wake
up and wait for it to come back.
And I felt a day, my dreams were not
that futile. They pinned me whole
night. I wanted to know, so I read
every morning, I wanted to write so I
wrote every evening. To say that I'm
too small for my dreams is like
rejecting my own love proposal to
myself. And respecting one's dreams
is respecting themselves. Others may
find you not that tempting. But you
know you are just perfect for
yourself.
And I answered her, I may not know
that the value of my heart, the value
of my efforts. But I know the value of
my dreams. A professor of mine told
me that you end up in 70's when you
dream of 90's. So why not to dream of
moon. Maybe you think it’s too out of
my reach but it’s my dream.
Dreams don’t come true when we
start walking, they do when we start
dreaming. It’s not a dream of
dreamers, it comes and stays. It stays
forever. It may take time, a lot more
than expected. But that’s the beauty
of victory's eve. And my dreams are
mine. I always had some which kept
me awake. And I have one. And I'll
always have one.
And you read all that with “I” on your
tongue. It’s not so difficult, to try to
believe, to try not to give up on
dreams. Your respect is from your
dreams. If you don’t have one, then
search. If you have, then don’t just sit
and see. There is always something
this “I” can do for dreams. And I

22. cannot sleep with dreams in my
heart. And that is what keeps me
awake.
- Manu Lahariya
- IIT Kharagpur
Scene Seen, Seen Sin & Sin Scene
Either we illude or delude,
What matters is how we elude,
But truth remains truth,
And lie remains lie,
Nothing but everything changes,
As change is inevitable,
So the world diary is full of,
Simple truth and tough bluff,
Pure purgation or complete
contamination,
This is all that lies in world animation,
Perhaps if I change topic,
And try to describe human logic,
That’s how it goes,
A story of sin and scenery it shows,
Thousands thorns of thrilling thunder,
Becomes brighter in beautiful
blunder,
Long back when world began,
And there was no man,
Flora and fauna alone showed
fascination,
The sky was full of marble
imagination,
Water flowed freely as a song,
Land lighted largely long,
The flaring flowers flowered
flawlessly,
Dear dreams danced endlessly,
Stars sneaked sharp silence,
Preys presented powerful presence,
Lovely leaves lingered lightly,
Seas shimmered super silently,
Gods glanced grounds with gaze,
Colorful clouds crawled in a craze,
Midnight magic of monsoon moon,
Nervy notion of novelty noon,
Incredulous insight of inert indolence,
Beautiful beauty of blind
benevolence,
All awesome aspirations aligned,
In a cool and courteous mind,
Until one day God made humans,
And that’s when God created disaster,
Because beaming beauty was outside,
And wicked and greedy heart was
inside,
Every peace was turned to violence,
So there was no good and
benevolence,
The world we are living in,
Is today, 99 percent sin,
Sin on seeing beautiful scene,
Of how kind the nature has been,
Because nature’s nature is kindness,
And ours is surely the rashness,
So if I demand to get back,
Move back and set back,
And give me all the beauties,
I mentioned 18 lines above,
In my poem,
Can the powerful humans give me?
- Vaibhav Varun
- Katni, Madhya Pradesh
[Branwyn is dedicated to support and
encourage every that person who
loves to read and write.
If you love writing, then do not wait
to send your articles, be it anything –
fiction, non-fiction, poem etc., to
sneha@branwyn.in [Indian residents
only]
Once selected, your articles will be
published in this ‘Amateur Scribbles’
section of BRANWYN.
BRANWYN will be giving cash prizes
to every selected entry for ‘Amateur
Scribbles’ from its upcoming May
issue.]

23. Brannyn Short story
Men, Boys and Beasts
Her eyes started dripping
simultaneously with the clouds,
making a perfect rhythm of harmony
between the raindrops and the tears.
For all these days, she had been
shouting, jumping and chirping
around – “He is my MAN! He is my
MAN! He is my MAN!”
But at the end of the day, she realized
that he was just another BOY!
A mild shower had ended and her
tears also dried up. She was still
there.
After spending a brief but thoughtful
pause, the student of Agriculture
Science took out her scrapbook
scribbled down few unintentional and
unsolicited words –
“They say that women are in danger.
They say that one day there would be
no women. How wrong they are!
There is no threat to women. Actually
planet earth is facing the dearth of
MEN. MEN, these days, are hard to
find. They have already become
endangered species. If proper steps
would not be taken to save them,
MEN would become extinct species
and our planet earth will only have,
either BOYS or BEASTS.”
- Written by Sneha Gupta
[Branwyn invites short stories for
publication. The entries should be sent to
sneha@branwyn.in
Check the announcement box for details.]

24. Miss Angela’s World
Once I’d read one of Sri Ravishankar’s preaching.
He said,”If someone tells us that s/he loves us,
we ask, “Really?” We don’t believe him/her. But
if someone tells us that s/he hates us; we never
doubt. We believe it at once.”
I liked this theory much because I’m also like this
only. I find it hard to believe that someone loves
me but easily accept someone’s hatred.
There’s one more thing I want to add here. The
thing is that we find it very easy to express if we
hate something or someone. We don’t feel
uncomfortable in saying “I hate you.” But many
people don’t even know how to say “I love you.”
Though they really feel it & very desperately
want to say it; they find themselves unable to
convey it.
The question is why. Why do we feel shy about
saying the nice things?
We’re taught everywhere that if we see anything
wrong, we should raise our voice. But we’re
seldom taught that if see something nice; we
should admire it. By praising the things, we
won’t only do well to that thing only; it would
benefit ourselves as well.
See, everything in the world has two aspects.
One can see beauty in a thing while other can
see dirt in the same thing. Now, if the person
who thinks the thing is beautiful keeps mum &
admire it silently and the other who finds that
thing ugly & say it aloud; what would happen?
The thing would not survive. Because beauty if
not admired loses its essence.
This theory applies to the human being also. If
no one says that s/he loves us & many say that
they hate us; we start thinking that we’re
worthless. We start dying bit by bit. So, if you
love someone … anyone… your parents, sibling
or friend and don’t want to lose them; say it
now. Don’t wait. Don’t hesitate. Because we
need to learn to accept love & we can do it by
learning to express it first.
Now before ending it here, let me express
myself. Let me say it now that I love you all…
 Miss Angela wants to remain unseen and
unknown. Yet she waits to see if anybody
could discover her.

25. Celebrity Speaks : Ishita Bhown
Author of ToGetHer, Ishita Bhown stands true on the parameters of
‘beauty with brain’. A sensitive female and a curious artist, tag her
persona. She obliges Branwyn with her guest article about “Love
and Life”
Love and life..!
The two words that form the very core of existence! The
words that sum up every little action, every thought and
every feeling that can ever be imagined. The words we
use frequently yet are never able to perceive completely.
The words which are understood by every living creature,
yet all have their own unclear definitions.
For me, life is all about spreading love...and love is all
about finding a reason to live.
Both are the wheels that need proper balancing to take
you though the journey along the years spent on earth.
While most people define love as the intricate emotion,
that gives goosebumps, the feeling that makes one
exhilarated, send butterflies in the stomach and like the
movies, the person is in an altogether different world,
the world of joyful ecstasy; for me, love is a little more
than that. It is the feeling of being connected, the joy of
sharing, the sense of responsibility and the pleasure
derived in caring. Love is not what happens once or
twice; but with many people and at many times. Love is
not just what is between the lovers, but also between
friends and well wishers. It is something that makes you
feel good about yourself and makes your life happier.
Life, as I see it, is like a journey on an unseen
unexplored road. The road, which itself is full of
surprises. We meet many people in this eventful journey,
some just touch and leave, while others stay to
accompany for longer durations. Life is full of beautiful
moments, and just like various patches on road..The life
too has rough patches, moments where we cannot see
any destination, moments where we are faced with
crossroads and have to choose between the paths. With
each path, there is a risk of losing some old people, yet a
hope of meeting newer acquaintances, facing newer
challenges and moving on..
Life always moves on...at times straight and clear, at
times blur and misty.. But there is a charm in every step
we take, every day we live..
Our duty lies only in finding the inner peace, through the
people we meet, the love we feel and the life we live.
Happiness and contentment shall follow.
Live life, Love life! 
Thanks for being with us, Ishita! Branwyn family wishes you best of
luck in all your future prospects.

26. Secret Agent Quixote
Conservative case, Outstanding outcome :
Sneha Gupta
[Yaa, you got it right! I am gonna
speak about my BOSS!]
Sneha Gupta.. Accounts Assistant with SBI,
Founder/Director/Editor at Branwyn and of
course one of the upcoming leading writers
of India (Well.. To be honest I have hardly
read any book of hers by far..)
I had to put a little pressure on my brilliant
head to know actually Who Sneha Gupta
is.??
Some writers hardly exist for me..
So talking about what kind of girl she
is..???
Being a modern writer of today's Modern
World she has no relation with the word
called MODERN..
She is like those lady freedom fighters who
have a lot of spark in them but dressed up
like any other "Bhartiya Naari"
Well.. Sneha falls in that genre of girls who
believe (she is the only girl actually) that
brain is the king and beauty is the queen..
Not to forget this is a Male Dominating
World. So king is the superior power and
queen is just an eye candy..
And she hates being a candy.. (I wonder if
she ever had a CANDY in her life)
Covering her maximum body parts with the
not so well fitting Salwaar Kameez (which
even my 45 years old Mother has quit
wearing) she is a typical Indian Girl by all
means..
But Yes I do like the commitment she has
for her work.. If she had shown the same
commitment for love.. I am sure she would
have been flooded with Marriage
Proposals.. (and her mother wouldn’t have
to worry about her marriage.. Oops In her
language Vivaah)
And when the point of showing off comes I
think she is not at all a Show Off, in fact a
completely grounded girl..
Well.. What she has to show off about..??
Those 80's century looks or those not so
popular books she wrote..??
Actually she is so much occupied with her
work, not to forget writing seven books
simultaneously..(Man that need Guts!)
THEN WHO WOULD HAVE THE TIME TO
SOCIALISE..???
But still to keep in mind she does her best
to reply back to maximum people she can..
(if she is left with any time from her books
books and yes only books)
"You never know what attitude I am
wearing behind my innocent smile"
This phrase suits quite well on this Girl
Next Door Sneha Gupta..
Going through her facebook updates one
thing I can easily make out is that Don’t
take this sweet Lass so casualy..
She is like a big dynamite, who will burn
everybody once exploded..
Least interested in going good with Boys
and much more interested in insulting
them, this Girl is absolutely Daring By
heart..
In This Era of "PDA" (PUBLIC DISPLAY OF
AFFECTION) Sneha actually is like a drop
of water in the dry desert..
Yes readers you guessed it right! she is not
interested in dating any BOY.. (Boys You
are Saved..!)
On a serious note when I deeply studied
her life, I realized that She is Waiting for
that one Man in her life for whom she can
quit writing and will drown in his Sea of
Love (It will save million readers out
there..) Hold on that was just a Poor
Joke..!!!!
She indeed is that "ONE MAN TYPE
WOMAN" for whom she can be possessive
and loving..
(Time for an Awwwwwww)
Finally this Dumb writer has some romantic
side in her life..!!!
But right now the only love in her life is
"WRITING"
After investigating so much about this
versatile COW.. I am definitely going to
trouble myself by reading at least one book
of hers (No no no Not TWO PLEASE)
In simple words Sneha Gupta is a Modern
World Meena Kumari..
OK guys, see ya in next issue, if I AM
NOT FIRED BY MY BOSS@BRANWYN
Sneha Gupta…
 Agent Quixote is Branwyn’s secret
agent hired to do the leg-pulling
of authors.
Disclaimer – The ‘Agent Quixote’ section of Branwyn
is meant only for ‘healthy humour’. Articles published
under this section should not be taken seriously or
personally. Branwyn does not intend to hurt anybody.
This section of Branwyn gets handled by the writer
acting as Agent Quixote and is totally free of
Editor/Director’s control.

27. (A)
Branwyn will be publishing short
stories from its May issue. Short
story writers are invited to submit
their stories. Every published story
will win a cash prize of INR 1000/-.
Following is the guideline for
submission:
1. The story should be original
and should not violate any
copyright issue.
2. Stories should not contain any
vulgar content.
3. There will a time-span of 6
months between considering
entries from the same writer.
4. Any writer found violating the
copyright issue or indulged in
plagiarism will be banned
from Branwyn forever and
he/she will be condemned
publicly in Branwyn’s coming
issues.
5. Stories should be precise not
exceeding 200 words.
6. Branwyn holds the sole right
of accepting or rejecting the
stories and also the time-to-
time changes in the T&C. No
clarification will be made
from Branwyn’s part in this
regard.
7. Writers are requested to send
their stories in a word file
with their small pictures,
name, location and
company/college name. They
8.Branwyn
Announcements :
are requested to copy the
following declaration in the
email :
I,…..[name]…., s/o / d/o / w/o
……..[guardian’s name]……,
hereby declare that,
a) The story titled ………[title
of your story]….., which I
am submitting in monthly
magazine Branwyn has
been written by me and it
is my original piece of
work.
b) It does not violate any
copyright issue and is free
from plagiarism.
c) It is a fictional work of
creative imagination and I,
by no means intend to
hurt anybody’s personal
emotions.
d) If my work is found
violating any copyright
issue, then I am solely
responsible for it and not
Branwyn.
Send your entries to
sneha@branwyn.in
(B)
Winners of Branwyn’s February Quiz
contest are:
1. Shilpa – New Delhi
2. Suraj – Patna
3. Deepthi – Thiruchirapalli
Unfortunately, none of the
contestants could send 100%
percent correct answers. Therefore,
we selected the winners with the
highest number of correct answers.
We are withdrawing Quiz Contests
from this issue and will be
introducing several other segments
from the coming issues.
To know more about them stay
connected on our facebook fanpage
and our website www.branwyn.in
Feel free to write to
sneha@branwyn.in
[Branwyn contests are open for
Indian residents only.]

28. Editor Sneha says…
Friends, first of all let me thank you a ton for all those
numerous feedbacks and reviews for mine and yours
“Branwyn”. It is only you people’s support and Lord Krishna’s
grace that Branwyn gained the record readership of 4,00,000
people across the world. Thanks a lot!
I have taken concern of all your suggestions and improved
Branwyn as per your expectations. Still, as they say, some
shortcomings are inevitable. You are most welcome to drag
my attention towards the areas of improvement. I am eagerly
waiting for your feedback on this March issue so that I could
improve Branwyn more and more.
Friends, since Branwyn is my magazine, it would be injustice if
I am not allowed to talk about my own books in my very own
magazine. So, let me steal a few lines to talk about my debut
book “For what you are…” which confirmed me as a writer.
“For what you are…” was my latest story which got published
as my first book. By the time it got published, I had half dozen
diaries with me which were full of suspense, thriller and horror
stories written by myself.
“For what you are…” is a story of mistakes, misdeeds,
misconceptions, misinterpretations… and being loved for all
that. I have sketched the story of a typical north-Indian
society. And guess what? I have been very harsh on
philosophies all throughout the book. Still I maintained a
perfect rhythm of love and friendship in it.
It was initially a heart-breaking tragedy but I changed the
whole plot on my friends’ suggestions which proved to be
beneficial for me.
It was an autobiographical account of life’s wisdom through a
teenager’s eyes. There was an attempt to decipher the
contexts of idealism, practicality and diplomacy which I
represented through three different males. Avinash was an
idealist, Rishi was practical and Shekhar was a diplomat. The
central figure Snigdha, was close to all three guys and she
with her little brain tried to discover the secret to be happy
always.
There were a lot of characters in the book and I chose every
single character to represent the different shades of human’s
persona. The book did really well and got me several awards
including a felicitation by the State Govt. of Bihar. I was given
the “Pride of Vaishali” award by Cabinet Minister Shri Nand
Kishore Yadav. Felicitations followed in various schools and
colleges including the prestigious JNV, Vaishali.
So this was how my dreams got wings and I finally decided to
start my journey. Branwyn is a pleasant happening of the
moment and with you people as companions it is going to be
the most pleasant journey ever.