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Goin’ with the flowin’😉

“Money isn’t the measure of my success” (if any😉)

Well, thats what I try to live by. I had a re-think moment again, when I saw myself in a tizzy trying to market the book. Then again, being human I keep snapping in and out of the rat race, consciously over the last two decades.
Now on instagram, pinterest, wordpress, and almost facebook, I zoomed out of my explorations and saw the rat race again😄.

Everyone is clicking likes, because you published a book and you will need help with editing.
You might need help with the book cover.
You must get their help for gaining more followers.
You should get help for marketing to survive the ways of the commercial world.
Whew! Might as well do an MBA, the conversion program to global trade!

I wrote the book like an exploration, not a fit to the list of how to’s. Didn’t people write books when there no books on method? Or, deliberate marketing? I did WordPress with an aim to reach others who might think like me, or who might engage in discussion on perspectives on social issues, not increase numbers in following.
I was wanting people to read the book, but wanted it to be an experience in life’s travel, not a product for sale. Why the rush then? Drop the rat race … again! Sometimes its just a constant battle not to fall into the pattern. And then we do. I do. (And, Mercy! No thats not a wedding wow to WordPress!)

It’s easier to go with the flow, right? Some of you might be relieved to know that, the me you followed is back. Thank you for your patience. To answer some of you who really supported unconditionally, I close with my name.

Appreciation and regards,
Yours truly,
Vandana Sabharwal.

via Daily Prompt: Mercy



Nested in

The Techno’s are changing as we speak. Nested in the e-book are strange words, a vocabulary known to who-man unkind.

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Nested in Pinterest is the flashy image of the same image here. (To respect some of my WordPressing friends who find it hurting their eyes).

“Terror Strikes The HoCleS.” eBook Available here



Is there such a thing as Writer’s Block?

IDK, as in “I Didn’t Know” is a wonderful realm to be living in. Some times!

I didn’t know all the particular rules of writing a book.

I had never heard of writers block.

I didn’t know it was possible to write a book in a month or three.

I didn’t know the marketing atmosphere.

You get the point, right? Then less, I knew, the more I wanted to find out.

The less I knew, the less stressed was I.

The less I knew, the more unstructured was I.

Result is I took my own time, wrote what I liked and whenever I got an idea. Building one brick at a time. One day a book was there! And, truckloads of editing🤦🏻‍♀️

The end result? Hmmm, that I cannot predict either! All I do know is I had no writers block, because ignorance was bliss😉

Where ignorance wasn’t bliss, yes this is hilarious, that when I entered the book in a competition on Amazon, I did not enroll in their KDP Select program, which was a MUST DO.

Live and Learn, as they say!😄

I am happy about another purchase one of you must have made. THANK YOU ❤️for buying this book! It will definitely offer you more than a story. (If possible, please leave a small comment or review when you are done).


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Terror Demystified II

Continued from Terror Demystified:

The humour favoured the educated, protecting their actions/decisions with laughter and guns favoured the makers alone. Terrorism was catching as much as the fashionable trends at the Malls. Everyone was pitching their own brand.

Looking back it feels as if everything happened for a reason. It didn’t make sense and no one offered any explanation and now I realize, just as well. I spoke to a lot of people, and whenever I was near giving up, I’d meet someone who would listen and understand what I was saying, offer a twig of hope, the slightest reason to go on. An agreement to something I said that made sense to both, that urged me on. At times, it was a line in a book here, a paragraph there, a video on youtube.

I tried to talk to war veterans, people in crime, poverty, and other important variables that relate to terrorism. People barely spoke about such topics, at least to strangers. Two academics, I had pinned my hopes on, shattered it all, within the same month. Ph.D’s lost relevance for me then. One* is thriving on stolen work, the other saw minority favouritism through his PhD diagnostic fluff.

At the same time, I got tips about every significant variable, from a stranger to a stranger, fitting another piece of this puzzle. I was finally meeting the right people, but at random.

My less intense exposure to atrocities in violence had saved me but kept me involved. I hadn’t been affected directly, but all those voices of people who wanted to be heard, those who had directly suffered, those who had seen ridiculous violence on both sides, their hopes and confusions, had become mine.

How can a sufferer realize his plight, when he or she is in the thick of it? How is someone to objectively realize their condition, when they do not have the education or the resources?  Financial and moral strength in dis-repair, how do they lift themselves out of it?

I lived my crises for a long time did not know how to help me until a few quiet weeks made me aware about the gravity of their situation and I developed the will to do something about it. Having done it before, I must do it again, with or without another degree in another country. I guess I’d served my time living through minor suffering and lifting myself out of it to fully understand and appreciate another’s crises, though it was absolutely no comparison.

To face social opposition and (non-killing) attacks by the educated and affluent was very uplifting, if that makes sense. It was plain insight about the condition we human beings put each other through, involuntarily or even, voluntarily.

I had found a mushrooming pattern, revealed in, “Terror Strikes The HocleS,” an e-book fundraiser available at

Meet Ms. Poizenstyle, one of the HoCleS, a Clamorer.

To be continued.

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  • I now see it simply as a clue to my puzzle, nothing more. When I mentioned to the former, that I was working on a novel, he wasn’t happy about it.

Terror demystified

Almost a generation ago, I was asked to go research terrorism. I took it on because I wanted a change of job. And decisions like this we make in our twenties, change our lives, forever.

What you seek, you find. Right😄! I wanted travel, I got it. I loved adventure, I got it. I wanted to explore terrorism / war and what it was about, I got the opportunity. I have been lucky!

Every great experience eventually gets to the soul. Especially the research on terrorism. Only an eighteen month exposure, but twenty four years later, I’m still living with it!

I went through a phase that made me feel it was a privileged duty towards the country. Then there was a phase of research and meeting people related to it in and out of uniform, on both sides of bars and weapons. I learned apprehensions and facing them. Later, I thought it was a moral responsibility to find a solution.

Utter frustration followed when I realized one person really couldn’t do anything about it. I hated and later accepted my limitations.

To understand the problem, I went all out, but comprehension evaded me. There are after all, so many aspects to it! Years later, I found out that marriage, move, and so on were temporary distractions and the ‘got to do something about it’ passion came back, outside of the official surrounds.

Life mocked for a while, but I kept reading and wondering why military solutions to terrorism only made it worse. Droll humor appeared in the world and it did not do any better than the guns.

To be continued.


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Dubious Cheer!

We are simple people, making the best of situations and resources. Sometimes we suggest to ourselves that all is well, or will be well. Fingers crossed, hope for the best, and so on😉

Other times, we tend to ignore trends that bother us, till things go seriously wrong.

In our country or another. Consciously or unconsciously, we rationalize that (the problem) is far, can’t relate, didn’t know, etc. Our responses range from cannot do anything about it to online donations.

Our constant striving is to be safe and happy. We can believe that those problems can never happen to us. Till it does.

I believe life happens when we least expect it, and when we feel vulnerable. Then we have two choices: meet the problem head on or shiver ‘n’ shake. At times, denial or cop out. I’ve done all of the above.

Take terrorism. There is no first aid for it. By the time we recognize  the problem and own it as action-worthy, it is already too late. A social cancer, if you will.

When does the problem take root? What all can we do before we feel the terror? Does old logic breed new thought for novel and effective solutions?

Figure out your response strategy to this problem that seems distant and non-relatable. Read a fictional presentation of the pattern of trends in our societies that lead to the crises building UP to terrorism.

Available at AMAZON: “Terror Strikes the HoCleS.” By V Sabharwal. (Sample the chapters first).

Let us join hands and be prepared to break our pattern. Take ownership and act now.


via Daily Prompt: Dubious


The New Riff

Our planet is full of people who walk away from each other.

They did it then, and do it now. Nothing new.


Terror struck then, and now. Nothing new.

“And they killed happily everafter.” The new riff. 

What’s the diff in the riff?

😄Now we do it knowingly🤦🏻‍♀️

Travel with the searching hearts and minds of Findalot, Knex, and Cynix in “Terror Strikes the HoCles,” to figure out yourself what we can do about it.

Kindle e-book on Amazon! We ought to “Be Prepared!”

Price Break:
30% Amazon. 60% Cause. 1/10 delivery fee. Remainder for yours truly to  execute dream plan, funds permitting and subject to approval by Indian Govt. 
If that doesn’t work out, an unusual school in a small town/village.

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Black is Beautiful

Welcome and Thank You to all my new follows in black and white, the two most beautiful colours of our world.

Black, the colour that gives contrast to our days, to our joys, and to our sweet people.

White, the colour that integrates the colour wheel, lightens every individual, and reflects the sun on all.

And then, something happened. Grey areas! Whodunnit? Read “Terror Strikes The HoCleS.” It’s not all black or white in there.

via Daily Prompt: Black

They had never seen Birds! Find out why. Kindle on Amazon


Dear Ms. Pataak

You’ve met one from each group of the HoCleS. Today, I introduce to you the peaceful, Ms. Pataak.

A maternal figure who was very strong internally and considered all her (p)eople as her own kin. She was a leader and a seeker but she did not seek power. How did she do it, tackling issues head on, without being gingerly euphemistic? Does she succeed in maintaining a level head amongst men?

What was the chaos that Mr. Popputtlaal strutted about fixing?

Find out in “Terror Strikes the HoCleS,” on Amazon. First three chapters free! I would love your opinion/ feedback on:

(P.S. Reformatting is complete as of yesterday! Sorry, about a technical😄 error before but looming on my horizon was the 11/10/17 deadline for the Amazon contest that you may have heard about. All the best to all who entered!)

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