The digital fortress:

– Dan Brown

Every page of this book reveals unexpected substance thereby leaving us with no choice but to flip the pages with more hunger and an increased appetite for an enthralling suspense.

The characters are introduced, not all at once but only when they are of importance. The protagonist of this thriller is Susan Fletcher. The one with the beauty and the brains; works as the head of the cryptology department at the NSA.

David Becker and Susan hit it off after their first meet at the crypto, where David had come to be of assistance. He is a professor and also a foreign language specialist; the latter of which he is summoned at the NSA for.

The director of the NSA, Strathmore, and Susan share tacit respect for each other and he also thinks Susan is the best at what she does. He calls her in on a Saturday; Susan instantly knew it was an emergency as he has never done that before.

It all starts there..

If your familiar with brown’s work, you will agree that he always brings forth a theory your not quite sure if it’s true or not. One of that is the NSA’s TRANSLTR.

It is a code- breaking machine known to none outside the headquarters of NSA. Discreet it maybe but there were speculations about it, which were never admitted to. This machine is in danger of a foreign code and it’s also the first of its kind that the TRANSLTR ever comes across. Hence, uncrackable.

Strathmore and Susan give it their all trying to save the one thing which they both are fond of; that which has made tasks simpler at the crypto and the reason for peace to prevail in the nation. The TRANSLTR.

Susan slowly learns the truth. The whole truth. And also the reason why her lover is sent on a mission without her knowledge. She fights it all with everything she has got till the very end.

I’m not going to spoil it any further for you. Beware of the sudden twists in the plot. Go grab the book right now because it’s going to blow your brains off. Let me know what you think of it too.


Rights I’m born with, but robbed by society. 

So, they have started looking for alliances; you know the drill.. a family that would be a little forward they said, at least then I would be allowed to wear salwar suit after marriage, and also will be given a little freedom – after all they have to prove their echelon of being forward. That is what their definition of forward is atleast. They say if I’m privileged to get a family like that I’m truly blessed.

Isn’t my freedom mine to decide? Isn’t wearing what I want a privilege I’m born with?

To my future husband- I’m tired of compromising though I have been taught to compromise all my life.

If I would have to LIE to you for meeting a friend or colleague even late at night, I’m sorry but it’s not going to work between us.
If I have to pretend to be the sati savitri bahu(obedient wife) in front of your parents, and be whoever I want to be only when I’m out for a holiday with you, I’ll be living a lie and I’m definitely not Okay.
Don’t expect me to be cooking for you all day I wasn’t educated for that.
I wear clothes that I like, if your going to have a problem about how deep it is or short it seems, it clearly is your problem so don’t even bother to take this forward.
If you can go out for trips with your friends, I’m sure I would want that too, if you are going to fart double standards at me, that stink would perish every possibility of us.
Want to work or not it’s my choice, if you are stupid enough to make that choice for me, that will be the end of us.
I’m going to voice my opinion every time I smell hate, I don’t think I have been given a voice to be kept mute.
All I ask is treat me like a human, give me respect and I’ll bounce it back a million times, as simple as that.
I know girls who wish the same things but settle and I definitely understand why! I’m not going to let my life string dangle in someone else’s hand.

The Inescapable 

You have me all confused

There was a time when we held each other’s hands wherever we went. 

Though cliché, you always insisted and I was so sure this was going somewhere 

I’m not sure anymore. 

You tell me I’m your priority 

You have me saved as your emergency contact 

But don’t seem to answer my calls. 

If you have someone else in your life, go ahead. 

Just blurt it out to me so I can stop fantasizing our future together. 

You have left me walking on a tightrope 

I don’t even know anymore if you’ll be there when I fall. 

I need to stop feeding myself with excuses for your inescapable behavior. 

It’s hard to admit mom, but you were right all along. 

Know that you deserve the best. 

Her marriage was an agreement of sorts

A barter of that which cannot be replaced with that which can. 

Her life for money it was. 

Shocking that such practices exists even today. 

Now that they have bought her, 

They treat her like they own her. 

Every girl dreams of a fairy tale wedding

She, 22 years old, fairly independent 

Didn’t even get to have a wedding.

What was her fault? 

Well, she belonged to a lower caste.

Felt like an outsider and rightly so. 

They even tried breaking her bond with her parents. 

She had enough of them commanding over her, 

Treating her like a slave. 

When it had become intolerant, 

She walked right out of their lives 

With smile on her face and courage in her heart. 


They say time has an impact on everybody 

But I see how unaffected it has left you. 

Feels like I’m back to two years ago 

Where, with just your words you jabbed

But were intolerant to counter-blows. 

Where, you would twist facts to suit your theories 

Until everyone were on your side. 

Where, you were so callous to see the pain you had inflicted on others. 

Playing the victim works even today for you, I see.. 

When all it has done is stopped you from changing. 

Only when you realize the machine isn’t working 

Do you repair it. 

You, I remember were always hesitant to confront your shortcomings. 

If you think that there is nothing wrong

Then there is no saving you. 

Self- sacrificing mother. 

I can’t imagine what must be going on in her head to stay strong despite chronic despairs. Family unsupportive, faith destroyed, husband dead and on top of all that, she is drenched in debt. If it was me, I would have been filled up with rage but she seems to be okay. I wonder how? Not that I’m a sadist, but knowing what all has happened to her I don’t think it’s human to be okay. 

When I confronted her with empathy she said, “my life has been a convoy of bad events, I have been so used to all this that it doesn’t affect me anymore”. As stoic as her reply was, I could see a hint of pain in her eyes. 

Very bizarre, that her emotions had been drained out. The only thing that is keeping her alive is her daughter. Her life is her daughter. She works hard as a housemaid during the day and moonlights as a waiter in a restaurant, so her daughter can dream and be what she desires. 

Things a mother does for her child is ineffable. 


I was one of those privileged teens, 

That took pride in you. 

The unflagging vitality that came as a result of you

Had consumed me

Made me insolent. 

The ephemeral joy of youth 

Had me dance to its trance. 

Being loved was no task

With you around. 

Sycophants add up

When in sight of opulence and you. 

Now when I look back

I see a shallow self

Who had everything to do with you. 

And finally that you have decided to vanish 

Without warning 

Everyone left too. 

And as for me, I have nothing left to offer

Nothing left to do.