Over the last weekend, I laid my hands on my room-mate’s DVD collection. Out of the 2 movies I find worth writing about, this is on the top of the list. The Life of David Gale is almost half a decade old movie. It is thrilling without any violence, shocking, disturbing, and definitely not a stereotype. Read more…
There is no such thing as made for each other, rather we make ourselves for each other.
Feeling strong and not loosing hope is more important than being in them. Take time to write your words. While you can always add one in, you cannot take one out. Perfection is hard, but not trying to acheive one is not feeling strong enough or hopeful enough. Such a futile effort is better not acheived. More you make yourself more they ask for it. I know that Oak tree is great in itself.
And, I took my time to write my words.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
Shakespeare, sonnet 14th
Autumn boasted it arrival, just as Fall did.
The stars in the night lost its hope.
The leaves grew colorful but old.
The eyes shed all its tears.
As the span took its toll.
Reading has been pretty slow on my side with master’s thesis hovering like a devil above my head, visible only to me with closed or open eyes. I decided to get back to reading habit before I lose it. So, anything better than a fast paced unread Potter novel ? I am sure there are.
Following the last book “Half-blood Prince”, Rowling goes on to end the Potter series with the “Deathly Hallows”. While what are they is a mystery and a nice one, the fate of the characters is not. While you can keep guessing who dies, who doesn’t, you can very well tell what is in store for Ron, Hermione, Voldemort, Harry, Ginny….
The story gets darker (more dark stuff, and no more he is young thing), and everything is a revealed with aura of mystery around it. Hallows and Horcruxes are nicely blended and you will be hooked up till the last page. However, as an adult, if you keep on reading you will be disappointed, you would want something more unguessable, and you will find it ends rather much too dramatically.
One of the (any) writer’s quality I appreciate is ending the story with things left to reader’s imagination. The book ends perfectly, I mean just too perfectly.
I would have loved if the protagonist had more firmer ending with no scope of eighth installment.
For kids, it is a moralistic ending. And we all want our kids to know that.
Assuming that lot are lazy like me and that this entry will still be alive for the next generation to search (and many generations after that), I spare you of surprises and not so surprises of the book.
Not long ago, man standardized happiness.
He wrote protocols to make us understand each other.
I only wish he wrote protocols to know how we made each other feel.
After reading this post some of you might accuse me of exposing people’s life or could choose to sue me for the popular invasion of privacy. I don’t do that, nor does it interest me. People do that themselves. After all strangers could be anyone and anything.
I like travelling for all its reasons. Meeting new people, new food, new attractions, and spending money. Tourism is way more of a choice now. You probably cannot afford to (love) travelling when a 500 ml water bottle is sold for 2 dollars and 75 cents at a vending machine, at a place that has world’s most voluminous falls. Unaware of this fact, I decided to travel to Niagara falls, the most sought after place in the world. The day began at 4 AM, when I took a bus via St. Catharine, a place known for beautiful vineyards.
As with last time, I encountered an American-raised Indian beside me. The bus was almost full, and I was left with no choice but the seat next to her. I never knew that this blog entry was in store.
It is 3 PM here. I am sitting in my deserted cafeteria on this 1st of July. While, whole of Canada celebrates the “Canada Day”, it is just another day for me. I watch CSI:Miami on one screen while type this post on other. I don’t know what this post is about, or where it is heading..It is a mere escape from work, from boredom, from life itself perhaps. As Maugham said, we write because we have not because we want to.
It is bright and sunny outside. The Cafe is cold. Am still thinking what can I write about, though having a lot say..A guy from other lab came to get a juice from the vending machine. We exchanged the usual hey’s.
“Are you watching a movie?”
“I have a movie streamed, and would mostly write a blog entry”
“A blog entry..”
“oh! why do you write? Do you have readers?”
“5-6 consistent ones, other random”
“You should write a book and make money”
“Not at all..”
“I am not all that good. It is only a hobby”
“What, making money?”
“It does not need to be good, you just make money from it. Else, writing is useless..” And he left, to finish his thesis, probably. He is a second year.
I always knew life is pragmatism and rationalism here. Life works with practical steps. I simply had a glimpse of it today.
So, what you think ? Should everything you do be monetarily lucrative ?
I love life in its irrationality. That is beauty of it.