Friday, October 17, 2008

A reason to smile

How many times have u had the reason to smile? How many times have u had the urge to cry those happy tears? Why does a human being always search for reasons to get rid off that little frown?

Answers are difficult yet opportunities so many, people forget to notice the beautiful framework of a well in form functioning train and would rather crib at the grotesque nature of the crowd around them. There are moments of celebration when the rain promises to quench the sun-baked earth's thirst but the mankind would glower over the disruption caused to their routine. There are joyous moments when the "Forest flame" blooms but the human species are bothered with its old branches falling on their car's windshield. The reason to look up at the sky and smile back with admiration for the flocks of birds returning to their protective shelter are many but man would want to cry over the indecisive nature of his life. The reasons to smile are many than the ones to cry on.

The reasons to smile on are many and small, and one should never forget that big things come in small packages. So, if one needs to smile, the reason to smile is not hard to find but once u choose the path of worry then smile becomes a remote pleasure and happiness a never achievable goal.


WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD-LOUIS ARMSTRONG

I see trees of green....red roses too

I see em bloom......for me and for you

And I think to myself....what a wonderful world



Saturday, October 11, 2008

Review of The Kite Runner :P

“In the old days, the winds swept through the irrigated plains around Jalalabad where farmers grew sugarcane, and impregnated the city’s air with a sweet scent. I closed my eyes and searched for the sweetness. I didn’t find it.”-


The above line from the novel is one of the many lines used to narrate the transition in the social, political and economical scene of Afghanistan from the 1970s to the year 2002. The book with its clear and witty pace briefly talks about the nexus between the protagonist’s past-present-future and Afghanistan’s brief history.
The book with its various components is a closed and clear track record of Afghanistan’s not so thinkable past. With the entire world believing that the nation in question is synonymous to inhuman Taliban has a brief lesson to learn and understand from the book. The book is more of an appealing collection of prose written to inform the people of the entire world that before Afghanistan was made tantamount to violence, the country was a rather peaceful nation with a flourishing economy.

The book talks volumes of the Afghani culture, and the major thematic cultural practice being the Grand Kite Tournament. The author does an overwhelmingly positive work of converging heavy weight emotions with the dramatic kite tournament. The kite tournament and the subsequent episode of Hassan getting raped brings in another cultural component of the country and that is the caste based discrimination. The book in its initial chapters talks momentarily about Pashtuns being considered as a higher sect than the Hazaras. It also further contends that Hazaras were given status of slaves and hence were looked down upon. And in the later part of the book there is a massive heart wrenching and inhuman description of how ruthlessly the Taliban kills people from the Hazara community under the pretext of ethnic cleansing. The description more or less tries to clarify that the Taliban’s persecution of Hazaras is not a new development but is a result of the traditionally induced cultural discrimination. The cultural aspect of food has also its fair share of description and with all the consequent imagery the author makes it apparent that meat is an important and integral part of their diet. The dress of the Afghanis is often described with turban and chapan. However, the kids even in the initial narrative of the 1970’s Kabul are illustrated to be wearing t-shirts and jeans or shorts.

Throughout the novel the author has described many strong characters. The characters have varying influences on the protagonist’s life at different stages. The beautiful narrative and strong characterization grabs the reader’s attention and makes the reader to flip through another page and to read more of the high intensity drama. Hosseini creates some heroic characters such as protagonist's father, Baba, the bear wrestling, honest, and respected Pashtun who distrusts the mullahs (clerics); while Rahim Khan a progressive, social conscious friend of Baba. Gradually Rahim Khan is forced to flee to Pakistan due the Taliban regime's draconian edicts on women, education, and even kite flying. But one of the most important character and sometimes more connective to the reader than the protagonist is Amir’s friend and servant, Hassan. Hassan’s characterization and the events that take place in his life’s description is a volatile piece of emotion-filled drama and at times a reader’s heart might just clench like a little fist behind the bones of one’s chest. Hassan’s episodical narrative is so strong that the boy with the hare-lipped smile makes the reader think at the kind of innocence and trustworthiness he exhibits. The characterization of women is also quite beautiful in the book, with each women being characterized strongly way apart from each other with respect to personality, nature and social identity. Sanaubar (Hassan’s mother), Sofia Akrami (Amir’s mother) and Soraya (Amir’s wife) are the important and prominent female characters from the book. The writer describes Sanaubar with adjectives like notoriously beautiful, protagonist’s mother as an inspiration for him to write and Amir’s wife as a very understanding and dutiful wife.

The book also revolves a lot around emotionally strenuous family ties. Afghanistan is described to be a country where culture and traditions are of monumental importance for the elder member of the family. The protagonist goes through a feeling of immense guilt when he comes to know that Hassan is related to him and is his brother. He further sees himself as the major cause for Hassan’s death and thus goes back to Afghanistan to get Sohrab back. Family is the reason why Amir fights to bring Sohrab home and, ultimately, the channel through which he redeems himself.

The book is a quiet trail of the changing scenarios in the Afghan world of politics and socio-economic unrest. However it shows steadiness through Hassan’s innocence and Asif’s cruelty. The book tries to talk for the misunderstood and mouth-less people of Afghanistan. The narrative tries its best to portray Afghanistan’s culture, people, social bonds and the resourceful Kabul, which was earlier free and pure of the pollutant -Taliban. The author also makes a hopeful expectation when he says-“I dream that lawla flowers will bloom in the streets of Kabul again and rubab music will play in the samovar houses and kites will fly in the skies.” The author through the above lines wants and urges the Afghanistan populace to dream and hope that the past glory and respect be restored to their motherland. And that once again the country will be peaceful as before with different sects co-existing contentedly.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

????

Don't want to live
Don't want to love
I want to fly away
Away from the selfish world
I wish I could cut my wrist and find heaven
I wish I could shut my eyes and find peace
I wish I could drown myself and find beauty
I wish I could kill my heart and find love
I wish I could be dead and be reborn
I wish I could betray and feel the sun
I wish I could tear myself and find ME
I wish I could kill love so that nobody ever hurt be!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Grief

Take your time to decide my faith,
Take my hair and pull me apart;
Break my bones and make them dead,
Titter-tatter clothes like autumn leaves shed
Ban me from yourself
Because I can't give u peace I am the unfortunate Grief!

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

TAGGED?????.....

So what if i was a guy, and m doin dis only cos ma freako frd vikrant has found a new "love"( read blogging) and he has tagged me,hahahaha-http://ishallandiwill.blogspot.com/
so if i was a guy
1. I would automatically turn into a MCP ( all men r dat though they outrightly deny it,don't cry u dying species of feminist men m just generalizing but beware! MCPs will get u soon)
2. I would use ma dearest vikrant's not so manly like fyjc picture as a representation of dis blog entry
3. I would never ever try and poke ma nose in ma sis's bloody business
4. I will start itching ma crotch in public( every guy does it, sum do it in open sum do it wen no1's looking)
5. And finally i will end up ma life trying to understand wt women really want but as hypocrite as men are i will always say that women cum and go,we can live widout women(all u "gay" ppl out der i can hear u screaming out aloud :D ) and women can't change me blah blah blah blah!
P.S -I will thank god everyday cos he made me a gal,thank u thank oooo god

Sunday, February 24, 2008

That the moment died....!


It held onto me,
It clinged on to me;

I want to get rid of it
I want to get away from it
I screamt
I wanted to break out
But the senses were shut,
And no it didn't happen- losing the nut
And then you came and loved
And my heart sighed- "that the moment had died"

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Faith?


Rest won't help solve this conquest of faith,
I have been loyal and have been given back hate;
My heart guards a sudden external attack,
But my love shoos my heart away wearing a passive mask;
I am no one's dream,i am no one's thought,
I am just another WOMAN with hatred and is lout!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

THE FALLING IN LOVE EFFECT


Don't ask me how it started though,
He came along like the wind and blew me away,
I had my brains intact although;
But Mr.Heart wanted the "beat" to sway,
I have lived and existed the falling in love effect for an year now;
And oh what a roller coaster ride it has been,ask me why and how
You think of him in the start of your day and until the day ends
Only to realize he thought of you only as a "good friend"

Friday, January 18, 2008

An extract from-WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1847)

'Heatcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him down.
--"I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both death! I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them! Will you say so, Heatcliff?"
--"Don't torture me till I am as mad as yourself," cried he, wrenching his head free, and grinding his teeth."'

(from Wuthering Heights)
A 19 year old walk through life and I don't know where I am heading. So many things I have gone through but when you open up your eyes to the world,it makes you feel so small and makes you realize that a lot is yet to be faced. At times i remain quiet with a question mark hanging above me asking what next? frankly, i don't know,what next? I have question marks asking me "whys" about my past. But again i don't know.I haven't had a celebrated or bombastic past but whatever i have gone through has taught me something and most of the time i have learn t it the hard way. And now i stand at a juncture where i feel that my saturation point has arrived but I am only 19,and this can't be true. So i set out to think about what next? It has been haunting me for awhile and i frankly don't know [yes frankly is ma fav word] and I can't explore the secret that my future holds. Nobody knows the future but me,i don't even know what am I doing with my present. I feel out of place, i feel am done but then i wanted to do so many things and i wanted to be "ME" but now I realize that I never had a proper definition of my "ME". so now I promise myself that I will nurture a dream, try to design my "ME".And when I do that I am sure I have some sleepless nights and some fights coming my way too.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Just another girl




Just another day in the life of a just another girl
Dnt be surprised if I said that she is like any other gal

Yes,she is,she is just another girl
She is like any girl born with not so black eyes

She is like any girl who has fallen in,out and in love again
She has like any girl got dreams unfulfilled She like any girl goes through "monthly trauma"
She just like any girl has learnt to fear the word 'rape'
Not knowing that it is a common term for both HIM and HER
She has learnt that forbearance is her duty
And silence her birthright
She has tried to differ from everybody else
She has tried to fight away the unrest
She has tried to throw a fit of rage at the worst chap
She has tried to be different for some reason and all
But,Alas! she remains an ordinary girl tagged as "just another gal"

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Goodnight


City's lights have been switched on,
Darkness is delusion ed when far away a flash of spark has come and gone;
The twinkling stars and the moon light up each other bright;
Yeah, just like your smile brightens up me and makes everything right!