I am a Free Bird......

I was only starting to enjoy my newly earned freedom.I was a brand new person ,with a new found persona.I had come off age.After all I am eligible to vote now... Ain't I?? I was busy flaunting the "attitude" that the Free citizen's of our land had.





But It didn't take long to get
bored with it ....very soon..Or
rather too soon ...I was
suffering from a troubled
heart...The Trouble of
self-realization had struck
me at last.It had to
anyways.....
But never thought the day
would come so soon.....
It's better late than never,
they say.. But I say, Better
Early than never ever.





I was grounded with
freedom.
So easily one gets bored
with the so called freedom
that one just die to gain.I soon found myself entangled between my own webbed thoughts.
Soon, I will also, forget all
these thoughts and live
life like the rest of them, in this mechanical world....
without even taking the trouble of thinking about this world or its inhabitants.No time to worry about those people who are suffering at this very moment when we are laughing away at some silly joke.

The Zahir --A Journey of self-realization

The Zahir

The Zahir By noted author Paulo Coelho , gave more or less a feeling of reading an autobiography.It gave me, as an average reader or rather a below average reader something to think about.It was really a thought inducing Process to read this book.I traveled with the Protagonist or rather the "Protagonist's husband(I believe Esther was the Main character of this book) through his two year journey of finding his lost wife, a war correspondent , whom he at first tries to forget and as the author says, the urge to find her at first is a passing thought and it then becomes an obsession and that is what we call a "Zahir".He Goes through a whole process of what i might end up calling self-renovation.He was convinced that all he wanted to do was find his wife, the love of his life.He initially tries to leave her thoughts behind and forget her and he actually succeeds to find himself a girlfriend who loves him as much as he loves his wife or atleast more than she loves herself.But still the Zahir remains and pills him back to the search .

He was accompanied in this journey by an young man, who he suspected to be his wife's lover, named Mikhail. He was about 25 years old and had Mongolian features and was said to be fro Kazakhstan.He actually makes us realize that age is not at all a restriction to knowledge. There isn't any law that a 25 year old shouldn't be more knowledgeable than a 4o year old.And this guy is possibly what I'd call my favorite character in this book.Mikhail is a "gifted" youngster from the steppes whose mission in life is to spread the power of love.People Mistake Mikhail to be a Epileptic Patient.But he still sticks to his point that he's gifted and the "lady" is with him.I was slightly disappointed with the epilogue since it was as I had expected.Exactly!and I never like to think that some noted author writes an epilogue of such a standard i.e. a mediocre like me would have fantasized such an end.I had expected more from him.But Anyways, Go ahead Paulo. Hope much more from you. I believe more creativity is in store from you. Adieu Amis!! Love you all!!

Brida--A magical rendezvous...

When the story begins, I was astounded at how much a man can understand a woman's heart and so well.The story was extremely fascinating because the plot was all before our eyes.There wasn't the suspense factor that Coelho always tries to create in most of his books... Here all the facts were right before our eyes...We knew this was gonna happen and how....but what keep us reading on is the interesting way of speech and philosophy that were something we already knew but coming from Coelho it sounded way different and convincing. For example, the power of moon ... I have earlier heard about this tradition which helps you accumulate the power or rather the glow from the moon..and it is said to have an amazing effect ... They say it makes your day go well and it makes you feel as if electricity flows through your veins..This is in no way related to any magic or voodoo but this was simply a tradition that was followed by ancient people and I fear nothing ever so to talk about it ....But I must say I never knew that I would read about this in a Book... and I totally appreciate the author for having the courage to say things like this and that too aloud ..in a world like this where people say they are Very "modern" and "fashionable" but are still living in the primitive ages of fear of black magic and satanic worship.... which I have least interest on or knowledge about and feel better off without it....Well, According to me, we have moved forward form silly things, thoughts or fears as these ages ago... But still they say they are fashionable.. maybe it's time for them to realize that fashion isn't all about the outside but it must come from inside..somewhere deep inside our subconscious...it's not something that we wear on top of the skin...It something that we represent for ourselves or as our identity .....If there is God.. then there is an enemy for him.. but if we believe that after all, this too is a spark man's amazing imagination ... we might actually feel a lot more different about these primitive ideologies...Well, we have strayed away from the topic...
Well, My favorite character would be the Magus... Not just because the amazing character sketch, also because I'm a girl and find that character amazingly attractive *blush* ...Well, the book would be a three and a half stars worth according to me since It's the first of the kind I'm reading .. I mean to say romantic stories...I usually never read romances...than in poems...I might like to add that this is one of the best from Coelho, I've read . Other than The Zahir ofcourse....When I started reading the book..I just wanted to read till the end and wanted too know how he manages to give it a conclusion ..... When I was reaching the epilogue..I felt this "Void" ,For some unknown reason and just didn't want it to end and when I reached the end and thought about it ..I felt this certain calmness in the my mind.. Somewhat like "catharsis" ..I seriously dunno if that term is usable here... But somehow I felt this calmness... something that resembles the silence after a war or a calamity .....An atmosphere of serenity was cast upon me when I finished reading it .....
It was a pleasant experience.. I say, A must read for young people as well as the old ..who would like a peaceful read in their free time......
Adios Amigos!~

Dream on...

I Pray,
Each day,
To live life happily,
To let me do so...
To get devoid of sadness...


I dream ,
Every night,
To get rid of this loneliness,
To have this vacuum filled,
To have the courage to live life....


I Cry,
Every time,
To get past you,And
To leave your memories behind...
To die once and for all and end it all well......
I smile,
at myself,
To realize how stupid I've been,
To start life anew,
And to Dream on...

About
New Heights,
New fights,
New Mights ,and
New Nights...

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Indian Premier League surely has Given cricket a new definition .... a new Genre Of viewers has arrived with the IPL.... It's been a roller coaster ride for the viewers, the players and the management....
And the Verdict is -IPL is Out a Winner...Yes...And with the Brand new friendship saga's between cricketers and a Team or a club kinda thingy for the youngsters...We have been wanting this kinda thing ever since we saw the EPL. But , is it really a success? Well this season was...
But what will happen the next season... As of now.. Let's have a review...
The Indian team for the Bangladesh tri-series has rocked the world... they now the story by-heart by now.. most of the key players of the known-teams 's secrets were revealed to the Indian youngsters Via the IPL and they sure are making sure they win every match cinema-style...
After analysing this, will the aussies and the proteas be back for the next season ..
maybe they will .. cuz the IPL extravaganza has a lot of money and power coming with it .. and if that ain't all fame and women ..and entertainment. what more do they need now??
And as For now... I am Awaiting the next season .... with a Hopping heart and a Racing heart beat ...:) TC

J.K.Rowling.....-An inspiration, A woman of substance...

Well,
J.k.Rowling... Is one of those few authors who got me hooked to a particular book or series.....Her Harry Potter series, is by far my most favourite set of fictional books(maybe, owing to the fact that I have not read Narnia series or LOTR) She's inspired me to write and follow your dreams.. and that Ain't a small thing..... I would love to be known as somebody who wrote revolutionary books like she did... she brought back an entire generation back to the basics.."Reading"....
Her Personal life has inspired me a great lot.. I always think about her and her daughter living in that small flat ...or she writing inside that coffee shop..on Tissue papers....Its very touching ..awe-inspiring..... she's been somewhat a legendary figure in this decade of literature and the young and budding novelists ,like me(hopefully) ...owes a lot to her..
and if Ever I meet you Jo... I like to tell You that I like you for being what you are ..A legendary witch .. with an exceptional imagination ...:)

My World is Of u...

Aleksandr Pushkin Is one of the poet's apart from Rabindranath Tagore, who was able to leave me spell-bound with the magic of the web spun with words.may It be his Poetry, Verses,Dramas,Proses Or novels..A Fantastic human being ,as he was, so was he a poet. His poetry is something that has touched My young heart and left an impression on it like my feet would do when I walk through a freshly set block of cement.This one picture chosen by me for this post has a special relevance in my life, since I have spent hours and hours, enjoying the beauty of the art and pondered upon the fact that , how naïve and pretty the heart of this handsome poet would have been ... I confess that I've totally fallen for this great master...And would Advice everybody who appreciate better poetry to read Pushkin Atleast Once in his life...Wild wild Life , It is... maybe this one would leave You changed for ever....This one Crazy guy surely would do that For you..What You thought actually never existed...MAGIC!!!!!~

The World Of Wonders

I was ,almost opposed by people when I told them that All I wanted to do was to learn Literature.. and write it too... Well, It does Taunt my heart, the thought of what might happen if My decision doesn't prove right for me.. But as of now.. I just wish and hope everything goes alright. It's been my long time dream and will be always to write something , publish it and then people read it and give me back feedback about my writing .. Good or Bad- I love my critics...Well, I hope to get into some college in the north, you know... But I'm scared for myself...The people from north doesn't even have to try half the efforts I put to write like this..or rather better... This is something that has proven to be nothing short of a nightmare to me.so , I've thought That I'll stay here for another three Years.. Well, all for the Greater Good, I reckon. I surely Would like to do something for all those who have been there for me and with me ..through the thick and thin .. and don't act like you are an angel....I remember who all were there with me well, very well.Well, This one life has been strange, very strange indeed. Well, I have had much of the Drama for one life as of now.. now I want the "The kinda stuff" The peace stuff, you know.. I just am wanting for it...Well, Hope my wishes come True.. they Never do.. But still, hope is what that keeps the world alive , Ain't it?

I'm A dReamEr

~Dream on...
Dear Dreamer..


It's Not far behind when I woke up one day with a dream clouding my mind..
It was clear...
as Fire in darkness...
as Flowers in the Wild...
as Fear In our Minds...
Or as Love in Your mind...

I dreamt of that dreamer....
who aroused curiosity in my mind...
about how one could love someone so blind, so dearly...

How could you just leave her for him , her unknown long lost lover....
One morning You wake up all lost ....
You lost your charm..
Your love...
Your everything ...
And you still laugh....
Still fool around...
For the sake of others...
Others,
who find happiness in your one smile...
and forgets all their sadness in it ......

But my Dreamer....
Me, here...
In some unknown corner of this world....
Is dying to tell You that I know You...
And I will wait for you ....
As you are for that love of yours..
Dear friend...
You are not alone in this spinning thread of joy and sorrow....
which the knowledgeable called LIFE~