THE ROOM ON THE ROOF

Until, there has been no matching of Ruskin Bond. It is the most unanimous common believes. He is living legend as his writing flows so smoothly which constrain other to think over this. He tempted else to bring into practice of usual writing like him. This is the most cherished things so far as making a glance upon me. I tried to refine myself by looking upon him. His writing accelerated motivated and activated of having conscience for toiling. It is very difficult for jotting down and shaping of content so compact. This is the reason, why he is being admired. Taking my instance, professional occupation consume most of mine functional time. Thereafter, mind blurs and body feels exhausted. Nevertheless, such essence has been to some extent brought into professional practice which keep me apart. Such thing is being admired. On the other hand, it helps me to get relief. Moreover, an inner respect be shown towards court for being something else. I am getting what I was longing for this. It is ironical to know that he jotted this book when he was just seventeen years old and just came out from school and was mature enough to scribble in such unique way. At that age and that time, he thought to become author because it was very difficult to earn livelihood as well as status in society by way of becoming author. It is known to one and all that craziness have never been towards culture of reading. Same situation one come across even today. It is his greatness that he went against collective aspiration of his time and chose an exceptional career by following his heart which later flourished. Ordeal took over whereof one can find a glance and come across. THE ROOM ON THE ROOF very much looks like an autographical in sense and such has ever been his signature style. Trial and tribulation have been chronicled and told beautifully. Amidst this, it seems as if my life of growing up pops out. One goes through revolt and rebellion with which character of this book has gone through. Ruskin did his best and poignant things resulted into mesmerizing which cannot be turned into oblivion even after passing of day after days. Easily, one identifies oneself with the character for long. Reading of once does not quench of thirst. On the contrary tempts to go through this once more begins to crave. At the age of eighty four years of age, he is so immensely popular amongst reader and be treated as an icon even today. At least, he is an inspiring icon and would continued to be so long as other is not being sighted of his parallel.

VINOD MEHTA

Mr. Vinod Mehta is no more and his mortal remain has already been consigned to flame. There would be only gone by past which off course constrain to think over him for a bit of moment. But, it would be ever very difficult to ponder over the nuances of politics as well as journalism without making an assessment about him as he too much indulged himself into this aura. One ought not to forget that he himself has gone across to many eventual things of this country. Credit goes to him for bringing cultural liberty in journalism. None could dare for this except of him. He is the person who dare to publish of DEBONAIR of which many of us used to go through with jest. Who can forget of his having trait of signature style of peculiar flairness and frankness whilst writing as an editor in Times Of India. It was he who ventured to go beyond set up convention in journalism. It does not matter for now that he gone away to other world. Had he been alive today then I would have dared to say so even in his presence. A void has been created where no one put himself like him. He created a halo around himself which would ever be witnessed by one and all. One will ever miss him either looking for candid frankness or for eruption of controversy as such sort of genre has been ever of late Mr. Vinod Mehta, a Lucknow Boy.