Bøker utgitt av Partridge India

Friendship brings not only happiness and sorrow but also exposes the originality of a soul. According to me, "break up gives pain whereas the termination of friendship gives unbearable pain". I love the eminent phrase, "friendship arises unexpectedly". People may come and go but their memories lasts forever. There is no friendship without misunderstanding but in some cases, such misunderstanding may lead our life in tragedy. During teenage we are not aware of the consequences of what we do. In some hard situation, words can't express our feelings but our tears do. The best thing to give is to 'forgive'. By forgiving, we are not gonna lose anything but can save a relationship. Last but not the least "friends are sometimes out of our sight but never out of our hearts".

Mindset-the Epicenter is a one volume work, which probes as to why two persons having the same mind (physical composition of brain) made of the same electrons, protons, and neutrons generally behave differently with their fellow beings in their day-to-day lives, even in the similar circumstances.The author wants to solve this age-old dilemma. Sri Ram and Rawana, Balmiki and Ratnakar, Sri, Krishna and Duryodhana, Buddha, Vivekanand, and Osama Bin Laden had been gifted the same mind made of the same atoms by the nature. Then how did they possess virtuous and vicious mind-sets respectively? Who is and what is actually responsible for this variance in human behavior and human varieties in this world? Has the so-called divine intelligence really been playing the role of a puppeteer? Would we justify to those epoch-making human giants if we dub them puppets? Tsunami waves of troubles in man's life have been flowing quite high in the whole human ocean. The author wants to solve this age-old puzzle. Then who is actually the troublemaker as well as the troubleshooter in human lives?Naturally, the author holds that our minds are in an unprecedented grip of fear, tension, uncertainty, and suspicion due to some troubles. Hence, he is of this opinion that people in general are losing charm in their lives.That's why the author feels that it seems as if we are on an undeclared war with one another for long in Hobbesian language.

Modernism when viewed through the spectacles of Marxian aesthetics emerges as a problematic artistic movement, especially when placed within the context of social structures that define the cultural practices at any given point in time. The much discussed debate within the Marxist canon regarding the dialectic relationship between society and art in the context of modernism had stalwarts of Marxist criticism deliberating this relationship between art and society. From Europe, modernism spread to other parts of the world, including India where it captured the imagination of the writers of regional languages as well. In Kerala, with its staunch Marxian perspectives and its supporters including a faithful political network of leaders and followers, modernism invited heated debates of a similar nature. A debate was triggered off challenging the ideological frameworks of modernist aesthetics with a large part of the intelligentsia actively participating in it. Kerala Kaumudi magazine published these arguments as a series, leading to further discussions in the cultural and political discourses that shaped the sensibility of the times. This book is an attempt to explore this relationship with these debates and discussions as referral points. To substantiate the arguments, four texts that emerged as iconic texts are studied - O V Vijayan's The Legends of Khasak (1969)and The Saga of Dharmapuri (1985)and M Mukundan's On the Banks of Mayyazhi (1974) and God's Mischief (1989).

38 years in anyone?s life is a very long period. I was privileged to be associated this long with the marvellous service known as the Indian Air Force. Although retired more than 24 years ago, I often forget that I am no longer in the service. In my dreams, I still see myself worrying about some unfinished tasks of the Squadron. On several occasions, I dream as if I am packing household items hurriedly to proceed on some imaginary transfer. After waking up, I realise it was only a dream; but the sweetness of those moments keep lingering on my mind for rest of the day. Psychologists might name this condition as an obsession, and I wouldn?t differ with them. Dreaming at night and recollecting past events during the day ultimately nudged me on to make the anecdotal record in the form of a book, which is now in your hands. Most of the Autobiographies are written by Top Ranking people with Top view of the organization they command. This book is however different that it is written by a person holding lower position and viewed from the bottom echelon of the organization. All the characters in the book are absolutely real, with their correct names and locations. However, in a couple of places, the names are changed to avoid controversy. The change of name is clearly indicated wherever it occurs. There is no malice, and no intention to hurt anyone?s feelings. Still, if anyone feels hurt, please accept my apologies in advance.

What is in a woman? Less heard and more sidelined in a male-domineered society, an average Indian woman has come a long way to assert herself and express and execute her thoughts into action. Inspired by true life stories, here is a journey into the innermost emotions of three women. As you flip through each page, you can find your own self somewhere, matching with the experiences-your very own feelings given a word form. A journey through the most intimate moments of a woman's life-love, marriage, deceit, childbirth, and a sudden explosion in the life of a mother.

Poetic thoughts are perceptions of mind of the poet who takes up the feeling, live to it and the world around him finds a whole host of reasons to be in awe for the good.This piece of creative work was devoted to my father, Sri. Purnesh Ranjan Das who was a source of immense strength to me and who showed that every step in the purpose of life was a challenge, to breathe it beautifully and to discover the world around us in the best of the way...

Emily Dickinson with her keatsion pictorial quality is well dicussed in the book. Poems are full of colours, shades, lines, depth and all dimensions of art and painting. Mysticism of the Final world, crispness of this Life, philosophy behind the reason to survive, adventure of Love and the Metaphysicsof Death are the topics of this book through the vision of her poems. The book will leave you with a tactile sense of colours and a painted soul.

The army trucks were waiting at the railway station. The movement control officer's armband was glittering and sparkling from far off, and as the word "load" shot out of his mouth, I was loaded onto the truck along with my baggage. This consisted of white shorts, T-shirts, and PT shoes but not forgetting the carefully ironed necktie that was also mentioned in the bring-with-you list.My God! Was I ever so proud to find a Batman at my disposal for running errands and for polishing my shoes and maintaining my clothes! He, who suddenly snatched my hand baggage and kept calling me 'Sahib', I just could not decide whether I was his pride or he mine.I was escorted into the barracks where about twenty odd candidates were present--with our beds just about three feet apart from each other. A bedside table and a carefully kept table lamp also formed a part of the furniture provided. It is another matter that I spent three whole minutes trying to switch on the darned thing 'called a lamp' but alas found a fused bulb. Out of general curiosity, I happened to look around just to find about three table lamps functioning and two overhead bulbs, which together shed just enough light to find your zipper, or from banging into each other.In the evening we were all lead to the Dining Hall where we were served food by bearers on tables but of course covered with the same linen used at the previous meals. Slept the night, waking only with an occasional bite from the bed bugs or the lovely musical tone of the mosquitoes (as big as houseflies). Of course, with a general complaint lodged, we managed to get our mosquito nets repaired though we ourselves had to spend the better of four hours patching the holes.For the next three days, we were made to do all types of monkey tricks and Tarzan jumps, from one tree to another. Then there was the jigsaw puzzle of English words as also the picture slides where one had to use one's imagination to the utmost.Next the psychologists kept us busy exercising our minds over whether the egg came first or the chicken or, for example, what happened when Tarzan jumped from the hilltop. Someone in the crowd said, 'Oh Khud', I promptly intervened, 'No! Tarzan said, 'Oh Khud! Then Oh Thud!' The smile of the examinees widened still more. This continued for forty seven and a half minutes(a record set by me as told to me later) in any previous selection interview and I was thrown into the hands of the Army Doctors to check if I had two eyes, one nose, two ears, thirty two teeth and one brain and all intact.The doctors seven of them nodded their heads in approval and made me understand well, that even they too, were smiling. The only shortcoming noticed in me though, was that I was a little underweight. I pledged and took vows like a child in front of an angry mother to put on a few extra kilos and bade bye to them all, smiling. I was selected.