asprawling narrative of the moral life of post-independent society across Maharashtra. The novel unfolds the microcosm of the commercialized education in India.

    The stories in this collection seem sometimes like poetry, sometimes like detective fiction and sometimes like a novella, but in the end the reader knows that it is a after all, a short story.

    The words have such power that they make you laugh and think at the same time, they reveal the humour but also the secrets of life hidden deep down. Each human mind craves for authority and yet tries to shun away from responsibility. Nana’s character is based on such controversial feelings. He wants to be famous yet, he is always scared of people around him. His mind craves for importance still, he fears everyone. Destiny opens up some new opportunities for him, but his poor luck snatches away everything from him. Whenever he tries to tell his villagers something of utmost importance, they either ignore him or beat him. Does he get name and fame at the end…….? To get the answers, you must read Gudgulya and experience tickling throughout.

    The book is a last in its series started from Vanvas.

    Otherwise, our routine life goes on as it is. Actually, our minds are prepared for the traumas of life, but then we come across someone who sees us through it. But this very mind set of ours is not at all prepared for the small traumas in daytoday life, which actually have the utmost power of disaster. They attack separately while we are alone and take out liveliness from our mind and soul. We have to suffer alone, there is no one to come along with us. A human mind thus attacked, gets terribly upset, his courage fails him, he then pauses for some time, rests for a while and once again gathers his strength with new hope and desire. No one notices his tiredness, no one detects his recovering. His journey continues. Everyone has to continue his or her own journey, sometimes falling and then getting up, with a new hope every time, with a glance at the past over and over, the journey has to be continued. This is a glimpse of such sufferings, of those walking and trudging, by you and of course by me!!!

    Suddenly, a hunter came over there and with his bow and arrow killed one of the herons. The bird which was killed instantly collapesed from the tree. Upon seeing this, the partner of the bird gave out a loud out cry. It started wailing in grief. So loud and true was the sorrow that Saint Valmiki was touched by the it. The pain he experienced started flowing out in the form of "shlokas'.A true poetry takes birth in exactly the same manner. V. S. Khandekar has written this novel based on the shlokas so formed. Even today the innocent couples of herons are killed every now and then, These innocent couples represent the innocent people all over the world. The hunter which killed one of the bird was sinful, very very sinful, But so are today's political leader. They all are equally cruel, wicked. Since the day intelligence and power joined hands together, the kindness of the human heart has abruptly ended. The day when man starts rethinking about the feelings along with intelligence, then such killing will be stopped. In this novel, the author is trying to give us the message that if we follow our head as well as our heart then there are still chances for survival.

    Part biographical author is describing his journey, where he is not conforming to all strictures demanded by parikramawasi. While he is searching for the ultimate truth he falls in love with a widow. But, falling in love, both for an ascetic and the window is blasphemy in Hinduism . The second half blossoms into love story and ends with sacrifices of protagonists so that societal rules remain intact.

    The familiar facets of village life like the family feuds,assasinations etc. are certainly tribes of men who charished values more than their own lives and devotedly work

    And at the same time, it is but natural that you are not aware of the experiences I have gone through on a personal level. I also agree that it is not possible to put all my experiences in words. But still I would like to share some of the personal experiences which have the potential of some social cause or the other. I find it my duty to present these experiences before you. Actually, every human being who lives his or her life with open eyes and mind possesses such experiences, but not everybody takes the initiative to make them public. To be frank, you do not have to be born as an author to be able to share your experiences. Some of the experiences themselves have the immense strength of touching the minds, capturing the society; they do not need any so called author to put them into words. You do not have to take any trouble to be a writer, such experience itself starts flowing down in the form of writing. At the end, I would just suggest one thing; do not get tangled in the feelings, just keep in your mind that you want to be happy, the words will automatically follow. Va Pu.

    The character sketches in this collection are not only tales in the old mould, but also have the magical quality that touches upon the very essence of Life. The characters are genuinely Marathi in nature, and they have been drawn with the ease with which dawn turns into day or a bud blossoms into a flower. With innocence, Vyankatesh Madgulkar tells us about the poverty-stricken lives of the people of Mandesh and their saga of never-ending sorrows. Their tragedy is moving. The mind is filled with the thought that while men seek some happiness, their lives were never scripted to find it. This essential tragic fact is told by Madgulkar with the detachment of an artist. This renders his characters unforgettable. Our mind is disturbed every time we think of them.

    The same has been narrated in the book.

    Growing up in an environment where such transactions were made daily, witnessing the wretchedness of such a life at close quarters, and its repercussions on him gave Kishore the will and the determination to free himself through education and an amazing strength to transcend circumstances that at times seemed overwhelmingly black.In this book, Kishore Kale unfolds a sad and shocking story of his early years and youth with a rare simplicity and directness. Far from rancour, it instead affirms and inspires the reader to never lose hopea precept that propels Kale as today he goes about tending to prostitutes and AIDS victims doing his utmost to help those who rescued him from going under.

    I still think so… From within we are one and the same. Sometimes he wores the mask with my name while at others I do so to fool people.’ A jeep passed by speedily and very closely. It would have brushed up. ‘They are out to kill us!’ the terror in Shreenath’s voice was unmistakable. ‘They are out to kill us! Is this some kind of game that destiny is playing with us? It wants to kill us together; both the original and the duplicate, along with their fiancées.’ Once again the jeep passed by. It symbolized a kite swooping down from high skies upon its prey. As it misses the prey it goes back to get into action. What is going to happen now? We three are set upon the journey. Where? No one knows. How long? No one knows. We are mere puppets in the hands of destiny. Ten breathtaking stories! Each one creating doubt beyond imagination while piling up the tension. Ten stories that would really create doubt! Shaded with games played by human minds these stories take us to immeasurable height and fathomless depth at the same time. Matkari has once again proved that his stories are not just entertaining or pleasing. They take us beyond that where it is impossible to comprehend. They are terribly frightful. They are mysterious. These ten stories once again prove his command over words and themes and excellent manifestation of novel ideas. They underline his authority in writing such dubious stories.

    The name indicates that this is a set of stories having it's own fragrance.

    Thousands of years back they reached the earth, created a new species and named it 'human being.' After that they started modifying this process by reappearing on the earth after every 37 thousand years. During every visit, they take away the evils and leave back the good ones. Eric Von Danicane was a scientist who had sacrificed himself for finding the Gods. He struggled hard, he roamed through various nations, he went through the gullies and alleys all over the world to find about the existence of God. In this attempt the multi - millionaire Eric lost all his property. When he published his work based on the search of God, he again was became into a multimillionaire. Still, he could not find out the perfect solution revealing the secret of formation of human being. Dr. Sureshchandra Nadkarni has been a professor of Zoology in Wadia College and Pune University. He has presented before us the attempts of Eric Von Danicane in a very illustrative and entertaining manner.