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Hosseini's Kabul

The Kite Runner Hmmm ... Now what do I think about it ?! It was a story of sadness suffering repentance acceptance forgiveness and blah and blah and blah. I know it was supposed to be a great book and all but it just did not move me. It was like a local language serial that moves on and on with twists and turns and the storyline seemed like all the hardships and difficulties in the world will come down and blowup on the central characters of the novel. I know it's a very serious novel and has touched many hearts and I apologize for so vehemently criticizing the novel. Yes, I pity the hardships the characters faced. Yes many of them are terrible and have happened in real life too and war has destroyed many lives and homes. I agree. But what makes me criticize is that the spirit of the book. It didn't feel genuine. It didn't feel like it was written to show out the suffering or to speak of human values. It seemed like it was aimed at making you cry so that it can be a best-se

The Devil Speaks

Eh ! not on this post... But in the novel "Devil and Ms Prym " by Paulo Coelho . It was like a 'Tom & Jerry" cartoon! Each of us has the devil and the angel next to us affecting our thought :) Kinda cute. But I found it boring and draggy. As one goes through the book the way people think is slowly transformed. It's nice how Coelho portrayed people and their thoughts and their nature. We all want to be good. And even when we are doing something considered unethical by ourselves we still lie to ourselves and justify the act. It's trippy . As in : Person A A decides what is good and bad A feels like doing what is decided previously as bad A cannot do bad A twists the idea and makes it sound like the previously decided good A convinces the conscience that the might be bad deed is actually good A convinces but the necessity of convincing comes from the fact that A thinks that the act that A is portraying as good was actually considered bad by A only. A do

Life @ Jamshedpur

Ah! Been long since I had proper Internet access. And longer since I blogged. Updates: I m in Jamshedpur! :) Why? : For my internship in Tata Steel. I'm here for 8 weeks and I 'work' at the G Blast Furnace. My project makes me do something like study a few machines and improve them. And I have no idea how! But the molten metal I tell you is soooooo beautiful. It flows and radiates like liquid gold. Someone said it right when they said "A country that has steel has the gold". Been into the plant a couple of times and I'll remember this experience. About work, it's well not really work. I haven't done anything as yet. But yeah going around and talking to people. People are nice and friendly and are willing to help on the contrary to what i heard before Icame. Another observation : in the G BF office there is just one female employee and two female trainees (including me). It goes without saying that the only language acceptable here is Hindi. So yes I sp

That Shiny Little Piece

I saw you the other day in Forum. You were eating at Mac D. I was really really happy to see you. I considered walking up to you and saying hi. But I didn't. Had it been that we hadn't spoken a word for a year I would have. But it's been only two months since we stopped talking. So I didn't know what to say to you. And then I saw it in dangling from your neck. I can't believe that you still kept it. What do you do with it ? Look at it and cry ?? Why are you eating alone? I wanted to run to you and hug you tight for not forgetting me and ask you all these questions. I certainly thought you'd forget me. You almost forgot me for a year now anyway. The tiny pieces of conversation we had prior to the two months hardly lasted ten minutes. I did not think I would matter to you at all. But when I saw that shiny little piece in your chain it occurred to me that I might have made a mistake in judging you. The phone calls, the flowers, the sketching, the skating. A

A Sunny Day for Sunflowers

Walking down the steadily curving road was a little girl in a white dress. She looked at the shops as she passed by them and saw the beautiful things that were displayed in the windows. The wonderful dresses, stylish shades, elegant perfumes and delicious sweets were all so tempting. She gazed at them. She could buy them if she wanted. She could wear those beautiful dresses and shades and perfumes and eat those sweets. But she didn't as much as she would like to. Instead she bought a bouquet of sunflowers. I watched her from my table by the road where I ate my sandwich and sipped my coffee every morning for breakfast. I walked up to her and asked her why she bought the flowers when she so longingly looked at the sweets and the dresses. "At least you still would have the dress and sweets fill your stomach. What worth are these flowers which would wither away by tomorrow? You can only gaze at their beauty, but for how long?" She smiled at me. "What are your favorite fl

Another Magical Journey

The train began to move. The last few days passed away before I knew it and here I was alone on the journey. I felt lonely. And it occurred to me that felt and left have just two consonants interchanged. Don't ask me why it occurred to me. But as usual I have a book to keep me company - "The Zahir" by Paulo Coelho. I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Paulo Coelho. It's not the story nor the style of writing nor the concept. It's the person behind the book. He talks about love and all the usual stuff. But he's different. It transforms the world around me. The dimensions of time and space do not mean anything to me. Pages turn and I am transported to France and Central Asia while in reality from Chennai to Bangalore. The book is a journey just like mine. In search of people emotions, energy of love. But if there was one thing that I would like to change about the book, it would be the ending. The book is about an extremely successful man who goes in

Swaying Dreams

pendulum playing peek-a-boo time traveling in bouts of Deja Vu the afternoon spent in deep slumber the night that I barely remember the day that passed in silence the night of wavy resonance the frothing laughter, the elegant food conversations to suit the mood fun delusion hiding future fears misty eyes with silent tears trail of thoughts the train had left shall return no more as away I drift A toast to all my seniors who have touched my life. A farewell to you. And may happiness always find it's way to you. Thank you for everything.