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This entire week I was very happy, at first it was difficult to know what I was happy about .. but then it came to me and it made me happier still… I never thought I have always found it easy to talk to people but connecting with them is a different thing all together. I love to be around them, but it is difficult to find someone who makes you want to be the real you.

Mostly you find people who expect you to change or to be on the same wavelength as they are , but when a person wants you to be you ,it makes you smile like a 500watt bulb ( don’t know if 500watt bulbs exist but all the same ) . I guess it has more to do with the fact that , that person is already on your wavelength

People talk about trust, well I have a lot to say about trust , don’t trust facts , don’t trust a book with figures , trust only two things your experiences and your heart . for only your  heart knows you as well as anyone can , and it will give you the best advice possible .

Another observation I made over the week is that , accepting yourself , might make you happy or sad , but irrespective of that , it teaches you that you are unique and no less no more than anyone else because you are just that ,you are  UNIQUE .. and that is something you should be proud of .

I feel like singing and dancing ,  I keep dancing all the time and people ask what are you so happy about ( you see my exams are on , so its not a very happy time for my friends right now , haha. ) , but well I don’t have an answer. I am sorry readers , that even though I share everything with you , I have been just beating around the bush , when some one is happy after a long time he deserves some mystery doesn't he ?

Another point before I switch back to the lame place called the “real world” .. never take any one for granted , if a person trusts you and expresses it , give back that trust , don’t ask silly questions like- “why does that person trust me in the first place ?”

P.S – I speak from experience

Sometimes you hate yourself and cannot explain it

Sometimes you  hate yourself and cannot explain it. Its not always because of some fault of yours , a quality or the lack of it that causes it . Its just that you don't like yourself and nothing can change that feeling in that moment. Such a feeling is never felt by ordinary people , its rather a trait seen  in confident and talented ones . People like us seem very strong on the outside (Well! we are quite strong to be able to exude such confidence ) but we do have drastic mood swings as well . Sadness for instance is never ordinary , when  it comes,  it hits us like a wave . Hate is a very strong emotion ,  you cannot hate just any person , just as you don't love just any person   .But when you do hate a person , its the blackest , darkest feeling  in the world , its something that you hope you never experience again . Just imagine , what it would feel like , when you hate yourself .You look in every mirror that  you come across , asking yourself ,is this what you have become ? is this the same person that you wanted to become ?Its not some whim , where you  want to change everything about yourself ( its not about make overs ) rather its the frustration of not being able to change things, decisions and situations .Today , was a day that was at once eventful and uneventful . while nothing significant happened in the real world , it was my mind that was troubled , On a more positive note when you are done with hating yourself , you are able to view yourself with a clear head . You can better assess yourself and encourage yourself to do better , to make amends , and become the person you wanted to be with a more practical perspective in mind .In the end , I feel it was necessary for me to hate myself even if for a day . For it helped me better understand myself as a person and that's that :)
P.S - Please donot read it if you have a weak heart lol :)

I am taking part in the south asia challenge 2011

I am taking part in the south asian challenge i.e I am gonna try to read as many books by authors of the south asian subcontinent as possible...:) I encourage others to do so

The Hobbit - J.R.R Tolkien

I have been wanting to write the review of this book foe a long time
A light read , it did not take much time to go through the Hobbit, where in lies the genius of the great author for even though short it is no less thrilling .
"The Hobbit" takes us on an adventure in the  middle earth  with Bilbo , Gandalf and the dwarfs as our guides.It starts out with a very brief yet sufficient history of the Hobbits , their  habits , traits , traditions and settlements . Bilbo , a "Baggins" with a lot of "Took" in him is surprised to find a company of dwarfs arriving at his door complete with an empty belly and a thirst for booze after a short meet with the Grey wizard ( Mithrandier /Ganfalf ) .When the dwarfs challenge the competence of Bilbo in accompanying them on a journey in search of gold , the "Took"in him takes control , hence making him up for the advnture .What is to follow is quite the unexpected , from the disgusting orcs ,and the huge ( yet dumb )trolls, to the eerie spiders and the suspicious wood elves . All in all a thrilling journey . The final treasure hunt , tests the wits of the company , where only Bilbo surpasses the test .
The evil dragon  "Smaug"  acts as the cherry on top .
For those who have already read the trilogy , you will find , a detailed account of the encounter between Bilbo and Gollum. Furthermore all doubts that readers have in the greatness of Bilbo will be removed , making him rise in your eyes .
All in all a wonderful tale , The Hobbit is a good read . I suggest that those who wish to read the Lord of the rings series should read the prequel after reading the trilogy . For it would make it just that much more interesting . The book is not as fast paced as the L.T.R , and is more of a short story than a novel .
My rating 3.8 on 5

Thinking of starting another blog

Hi folks ,

I have been writing a lot of serious stuff , like book reviews , poems and articles , so I thought "Hey , lets write something on a more personal note " . I am writing this post on a weekend , after having seen the film "Nine Months" , and it occurs to me , that I have got so much to say about this film as well . Guaranteed , that a film is never as brilliantly detailed as a book , exceptions off course exist like - Frida , Brokeback Mountain , Dead Poet's Society , The Reader etc , never the less ; it got me thinking that I should start a blog about films as well .

I dont know if I should make it a seperate blog or just keep on writing about films in this blog itself . And so I think its best that I ask you the readers , on what I should do . Please do leave a  comment . I would also like to inform all readers that I am reading this book "The Glass Room" by "Simon Mawer" . I hope to post the review soon , the book does seem promising so far . :)

The Reluctant Fundamentalist - Mohsin Hamid

As I began reading the novel it struck me as light heartened , little did I know that the mere 184 pages had the depth of an ocean ,covering emotions that had only  been grazed over the surface before .  The  lyrical and practical style of the author impressed me a lot. 

This is a story about the inner struggle that a man goes through when he finds himself in a situation ,where he does not know who he is , where , his origin only complicates matters 

On a more straight forward note , this  novel is a narrative , the narrator being  "Changez" . Changez is born and brought up in a Pakistani elite family and goes on to study at Princeton . His personality and qualifications get him a job in a top of the notch service sector enterprise "Underwood Samson". A very diluted presence of love hangs all along , the love by the name of "Erica" . It is saddening that the beauty of this love is felt briefly while the loss of it ( which does happen in due course) is  presence that hangs around forever. Someone once said that when thunder falls , it befalls with all the might of the Gods . A similar situation occurs in Changez's Life A series of events- the 9/11 ,A terrorist attack on India's parliament & breaking down of Erica sucks the fundamentalist out of him  

MY PERSONAL COMMENTS

Changez is the prefect example of an eastern man who embraced A western world , A western woman and A western way of life .... All of which disappointed him.

The novel is so written that it leaves space for a lot of argument and interpretation , it does not force the view of Changez on you neither does it compel you to have a view , it simply states , how the man felt and what were his experiences .

For instance it does make one wonder on the symbolism of the actions of America post 9/11 . The book says and I quote " Your( American ) country's flag invaded new york after the attacks , it was everywhere . Small flags stuck on toothpicks featured in the shrines .They all seemed to proclaim: We are America - Not New York, which in my opinion , means something quite different - the mightiest civilization the world has ever known ; you have slighted us ; beware of our wrath "  

We find Changez in an identity crises more than once , something that many Asians living abroad can relate to . When he visits his home in Pakistan , his repulsion towards his very own "elite" house ( full with cracked paint , and leaking pipes ) makes him realize his dominantly American perspective of life .

This story also highlights the concept of fundamentalism in great depth . If only Changez had stuck to his fundamental principles he would have lived a better life .

Last but simply not the least this novel also encompasses a tender love story , one that does break your heart 

All in all a beautiful novel ,my   rating 4 on 5

Even Sadness can sing

A painting I made that inspired me to write this poem

 When the sky isn't blue enough
The air suffocates you
This sadness is not something to weep over
For when has anyone ever wept over emptiness
What is this void , tell me more
It makes me crazy , saddened to all folks
They ask me , what is the matter
But all I do is nod and say
Just let me be , just let me be , I pray
Oh! what beauty ,
oh! what light Its alas! all so very bright
But ask me and I would nod
Ask I from myself and I would avoid
For sometimes there are secrets that no confidant can share
Secrets that make you weep and make you glare
But uff!! just let it be
Who is gonna hear my appeal
For no sad man can ever appeal
All he can do is pray
But pray he must
Pray he must
Else even his loneliness is going to leave him lonesome
Grieved ,aghast and gloom-some.