Showing posts from December, 2012

2013 - Resolutions and Wishes

Although I am not a very resolutionary(yes thank you, I know that's not a word) person I wanted to do a resolutions as well as a wishlist post this time anyway. And since it's too much work making two posts and more work for you reading I decided to do them together. 
And even though most people find many things to be happy about the departing year, looking through the time-glass, I didn't find anything worth giving a toast. 2012, as I  realise, has been the most boring, vexing and basically  the most pathetically idle year of my life. I never ever had more sensation of precious.. precious time being wasted before. The year sucked. Actually I sucked the whole year, and bad.
Still, if I were to look for good things about this year, I do find some good moments scattered here and there. And most of them include my friends, and discovering how awesome friendship is. The other moments include meeting new people and reading some very good books. And writing of-course, it was on…

Tales Of Thursday

The incident happened with Mr Pankhawala, the accountant,  many years ago when he was in his early thirties. He was travelling from Patna to Calcutta in a modest carriage of a modest train. Mr Pankhawala, who always chose the side chair/berth on his journeys, being the quiet adventurer that he was, had acquired one that day too. He had slipped into sleep while he sat, elbow perched on the window-pane, palm supporting his slightly egg-shaped, clean shaven, long eared face that rocked with the hum-drum of the train, looking into the darkness outside, watching the endless stream of dark trees and dark fields and sometimes an occasional hut or canal pass by.
Somewhere later that night he had woken up, unconsciously aware that the train had stopped, as one often does during railway trips and looked out of the window. The platform was of a tiny halt named Chholapur. 'Curse you, modest trains!', he had said in his head, still half-asleep. Looking at the station name-plate, his thoug…

Book Review - The Casual Vacancy

The very first thing I'd say about The Casual Vacancy is, that most people will not find it to be what they expected earlier. They would be surprised and in many cases disappointed. And that any and everything about the book was kept like the secret of The Holy Grail along with a drab cover couldn't help it much either. Still, there are things to like in the book, like the strong characters and the trademark Rowling style narration. But first, the book's blurb,
--- When Barry Fairbrother dies in his early forties, the town of Pagford is left in shock. Pagford is, seemingly, an English idyll, with a cobbled market square and an ancient abbey, but what lies behind the pretty fa├žade is a town at war. Rich at war with poor, teenagers at war with their parents, wives at war with their husbands, teachers at war with their pupils ... Pagford is not what it first seems. And the empty seat left by Barry on the parish council soon becomes the catalyst for the biggest war the town has …

T'see The Others

An invitation has been sent For the lords to descend On moon, to witness the plight Of men for ever so slight
T'see, the rain of their roof T'see, their floor with a kloof* T'see, the dark of their night T'see, the lamp refuse to ignite

Theandric Thursday : Post-cards to Achen

It was sixteen months ago that the letters started coming in . They were old post cards with no proper address and postage stamp. Since post cards were long now a passe, even for a small town like ours, we didn't receive many such letters. So we used to hold them back, in case someone came looking for them and cleared them out only every three months.
When I first came around her postcard more than a year ago, I was intrigued by the big clumsy handwriting and couldn't help myself not reading. It was addressed to;

Cloth Fac toree 
Big City

The post card had following lines written in dark, big letters,
Hello Acha* When you come back. I miss you Amma also miss you. amma is sad Achen she also cry today. pleese come home. I wait for you.  Madhu

50 Questions | Introspection

Yesterday, I came around a post by Aaekay, one of my fellow bloggers where she had answered a little questionnaire which she found on Me's (another fellow blogger) blog, who in turn had found it on a really nice blog about .... well, life. 

The original post on the blog reads '50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind'. Now since, I can totally use some clearing up tips for my mind right now, I couldn't wait at answering those questions myself. So, let's get on with them.

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1. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
21. I think it would be a great age to stay on forever for me.

2. Which is worse, failing or never trying?
How can you know if you never try.

3. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
Because life is a balanced scale of dreams and reality.