Gloom:2
How can anything be so boring? These holidays is probably the worst i’ve had in a long time. Absolutely nothing is happening. Everything is dull and colourless.
-I feel like setting all my novels afire(i started with Midnight’s Children… horror… Rushdie must’ve bribed the Booker people …. i left it midway). Then started with Danielle Steel’s Lone Eagle (it almost stinks; because it’s such a pieceofshit). Anyway.
-The computer’s dead and dad and all of computer market’s too busy to repair it. I think its RAM needs changing.
-I listen to music all day…until recently….when i ran out of songs and today when i came to cafe to refill my GoGear from some audio CDs and the net, the data chord or something else has failed me. Yawwk.
-TV is pretty decent…Bigg Boss is good actually….
-No friends out here, except Alok. Nobody else… nobody. My brother annoys me no bounds. Seriously annoys.
-Haven’t seen any new movies either. No company.
The only good thing about my tryst at home is that it will end soon.
Review of A Thousand Splendid Suns
A book by Khaled Hosseini
There are two types of stories in this world – 1. stories that need to be made up, and 2. stories that just need to be told. The rarity of latter type of storiesis what makes them so precious, so everlasting. A Thousand Splendid Suns is that kind of a novel – which had to be written. A story which had to be told.
It is a kaliedoscope where emotions of all types bedazzle you. The pages are saturated with sentiment of love in all its rich diversity;pages from which compassion drips like pure honey. The narrative is compelling and it’s a complete page-turner. But, unadulterated. What else would youexpect from a story about two women in crumbling Kabul, enduring Talibani atrocities exteriorly and a punishing Fate interiorly. It might be overtly melodramatic in some parts, the that is absolutely pardoned as it helps show the true range of emotions there are, all the aspects related with each emotion.
Truly splendid. Read it, now.
Gloom
I feel so cut off. Sidelined. I miss college like hell. I miss friends and laughter. My computer is behaving like a nasty, stubborn, idiot child, refusing to open any website and thus aggrieving me all the more. I have VERY few friends at home. I hope i could share all that is going on in my mind with my family. Vacations? Duh. Home is turning out to be a big bad torture. It pains me to see how less i share with my parents(although, by others’ standards that would be sufficient enough). It also pains me to see how much i have always been so dependent on my computer. It’s only the first day back home, and i’m already so pissed off. I miss all the good friends i’ve ever made. I miss all the good moments i’ve ever spent. Home has never been so dull.
i-sleep
ZZZs are in the air it seems. I sleep for a major portion of the day, giving no heed to the unnecessary facts like which day of the week or what hour of the day it is. Sometimes it’s just nice to behave like a retired preson, lazying around at will, reading newspapers and novels, seeing movies, going out for unhealthy fatty brunches at unseemly hours of the day, sometimes going to a sports bar called Pit Stop, talking till early morning with friends or just lying down and thinking hard until brain goes numb and you doze off.
3rd semester is the free-est time i’ve had in life. But, quite ironically, it’s not too boring. In fact, it’s not boring at all. My life’s a stalemate right now. The exams are 3 months too far. Freshers’ party is scheduled for not before second week of December, let alone the Annual Gathering. Anyways, may be due to this boredom, i’ve started thinking about her quite passionately off late…
Review of The Godfather, the novel.
Author – Mario Puzo
Welcome to the world of the underworld, booklovers. Here the Mafia is the law and the Don is the ruler, as much as murder and cold-blooded attacks are the order of the day. Welcome to New York, post World War II.
Every once and again, a book is published that sweeps the world as if it were its right to do so. The book melts into the society and imposes itself over one and all with sometimes its wit, or magic, or royality, or grip or in this case, its grandiose.
The Godfather is dignified, but lovely. This is the first book i’ve read which is truly huge, truly sublime. Tricks such as nail-biting chases or long climaxes are made to look petty in front of what this epic delivers, aptly bereft of all those. Characterisation is proper, Don Corleone and his son Michael being classic examples. There are two main simultaneous plots : the War of The Corleone family with The Five Families of New York; and, Michael Corleone’s coming of age and winning the war. The flawless narrative encompasses you, bewitches you.
The text is rich and elevating with umpteen quotable quotes. Although the pace of the story is not at par with what we see in the gen-next novels, this slackening gives ample time to the reader to get completely immersed the Mafia world. You can’t stop reading it. It will not give you head-spinning jolts out of the blue, just so that it can look all the more real and believable, but yes, there’s constant revelation and the grand caravan moves on.
We can say that the detours in the book(the Fontane episode) don’t go down well with the story, and were avoidable. But that much is pardoned amid the plethora of a superlative narrative.
Bestseller. One of the best books i’ve ever read. Take a bow Mario Puzo, take a bow.
(ps: can’t wait to see the movie.)
Review of Kidnap
A lot many things can go wrong with a film – its casting, script, climax or its background score or its length. But, although none of this blemishes this movie, something else does, and and does it big time. Sanjay Gadhvi shamelessly forgets that he’s directed an awesome Dhoom series before Kidnap, and puts in no hardwork to give it a slic and/or real look. Gadhvi spoils a tight script with unceremonious screenplay and art direction. The songs are squeezed in most shabbily, the music being just over the mark. Oomph reigns over action all through, strictly talking in the screentime frame.
Imran looks only too young to prtray an angry kidnapper, which is further complimented by the frail and open clues he gives to Dutt. Dutt looks plump, and not so into the role. Vidya manages to pull off a rather forced kiss with Dutt, whereas their gen-next satisfies itself with generous skinshow(Lamba) and compelled anger(Khan).
And frankly, the casual approach to everything in the movie is what pushes it towards mediocrity.
2.5/5
