By far, this book proves to be the most fascinating in the series. It may be unexpected to stumble upon the cruel truths of life in such a short time. While reading, it seemed as if it isn't about Harry Potter anymore. It's about you, and your actions.
As the story unveils the truths behind Dumbledore's death and the lies that surround him after his death, one can be confused as Harry was, when he heard about what others said about Dumbledore. Some things can mean different to a person, and completely different to another...however close.
From Harry's escape from his Aunt and Uncle's home to the end of Lord Voldermort, every page is worthwhile. The story grips you and makes you keep reading till you know actually what made everyone do what they did. It may be surprising for some to know, that Dumbledore's death was planned by Severus Snape, and Dumbledore, himself.
Dumbledore even orders him to pass on the information about Harry's escape to the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Everything has a reason behind it, which works very well towards the end. The break-in into the Ministry, the visit to Godric's Hollow. The quest for the Horcruxes. As it was thought of by fans earlier, Harry was one Horcrux and he had to die to kill Voldemort. But Harry dies, to live again.
The story revolves around the three Hallows - the Elder Wand, The Redeeming Stone and the Invisibility Cloak. All three would make the owner, Master of Death. Harry fixes himself in a position where he has to force himself to choose between the Hallows or Horcruxes. And ofcourse, he settles on what Dumbledore wanted him to do.
Nevile helps in a bigger way than which was expected, he slices of Nagini's head, who remained the last Horcrux after Harry's death. But Harry was not dead. He was alive and will be alive.
Ninteen years later, J.K shows Ginny and Harry together. Their sons - James and Albus and their daughter Lily. Ready to go to Hogwarts. Even Ron and Hermione have two kids - Rose and Hugo. A big happy family. And as a tribute to Severus, Harry names his younger son --Albus Severus James Potter :)
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Here goes my first ever short story...
On a day that promised rain, even the teachers can't expect much from us. A boring English class and Shakespeare. Not much can be expected. Yawns could be heard from across the room and after giggles from most of the class, if by chance all of us weren't sleeping and the deadliest stare from the teacher, the person would lower his head and try reading the book, praying for the bell to ring. Or the day to end. Rains give us an unsaid excuse for not doing work. Be it early morning or dead of the night, listening to the rain lashing on the road or tinkering on the roof can be the most blissful experience in days or even months.
That day, nothing could've even come close to making me smile, leave alone being happy. Too much happiness can sometimes lead to unbearable sadness. Being angry and being sad merge into one. That was one of those days, being an arm's distance away from the most important person in my life, felt like seven oceans apart. Last day's meaningless fight left nothing worth saying except the already said, already heard three words. It's true that they're the last and the first words bur still...Not getting any ideas in my already half-sleeping brain I could only think of only one silly idea that would do any good. Being together and being "together" are different. Just as they say, so close yet so far.
I was reminded of the song by Aerosmith. Why not?
I glanced at the teacher and half glanced at rest of the class and opened my notebook to the very last page. A few hastily done math calculations and spell checks...nothing else. Just what I needed. I didn't know if he'd heard the song ever but it is one of my favourites. Nervousness caught me before I could even get the pen, but courage is all it needs. I finally tried writing something...even an L.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
I didn't want to shove the notebook towards him, not just then. Fortunately, he just glanced carelessly and continued looking out of the window. Good, as yet.
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Curiosity got the better of him. He looked at it. A raised eyebrow. Cute. I love him.
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
So he thought, Okay, so what's got into her? What are we studying right now? Do we have to write this down or something? He bent ahead and looked into the his friend's notebook. He says "Huh?" The page was blank. "Nothing...sorry". Then he looks back at me and I shrug. Then he thinks it's better if he just keeps reading.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
He raises his eyebrow again, the right one. Oh, he's adorable. Totally. I'm right on the bottom of Love and I still keep falling more in love with him. He nudges me lighty and asks, "What is this?"
"Lyrics", I say. He nods and tells me to continue. Sarcasm. But I'm happy enough to oblige.
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
He thinks over that. His eyes tell, "maybe".
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
He grins, starting to realise what this is leading to. Maybe the fight wasn't that bad at all. Rumours can get the better of us at times. But rumours are rumours and reality is reality.
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
and I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
He snatches the pen away...
"You know what?? Me too!!"
I just wanna hold you close
I Feel your heart so close to mine
And we'll stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
He looks at me and smiles, I wait and say, "There's something more".
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I look up at him and tell him to stop staring. His eyes look beautiful, more than the world's beauty mixed into one and kept in a glass box. And he's all mine. He takes my hands in his. Then we realize almost at once, that we're in a classroom with the strictest teachers you'd ever find anywhere on earth. No, she's still busy trying to figure out if she ought to stop teaching and go and shout on the poor, little thing who was talking to his friend or continue teaching. We both laugh. And I say, "Kiss and make up?" He says, "I love you".
But no, there's more to this. Almost as if on cue, it starts raining and all the heads turn towards the windows. And that's our side! Tough luck. Two minutes of distracted studying and commenting on the rain, the class quietens down a bit. We sigh. But we can't just sit there like that. Something on his mind, he looks around the room. Casually resting his eyes on every person in the room, even outside! That's called "precaution". Precautionary measures. Hehe.
He takes my hand and kisses it. Then I kiss my hand too. He kisses my hand again, and I kiss my hand again too. Again and again and again. And it doesn't take a genius to know what that leads to. Miraculously, when the teacher leaves, the whole class empties in around ten seconds. All of them need some fresh air. People need a reason to be happy, the rain gave them a reason. But we're happy without a reason. Because nothing happened, no-one saw anything. But we're still happier than them. Happiest people on earth.
*Lyrics from I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.
On a day that promised rain, even the teachers can't expect much from us. A boring English class and Shakespeare. Not much can be expected. Yawns could be heard from across the room and after giggles from most of the class, if by chance all of us weren't sleeping and the deadliest stare from the teacher, the person would lower his head and try reading the book, praying for the bell to ring. Or the day to end. Rains give us an unsaid excuse for not doing work. Be it early morning or dead of the night, listening to the rain lashing on the road or tinkering on the roof can be the most blissful experience in days or even months.
That day, nothing could've even come close to making me smile, leave alone being happy. Too much happiness can sometimes lead to unbearable sadness. Being angry and being sad merge into one. That was one of those days, being an arm's distance away from the most important person in my life, felt like seven oceans apart. Last day's meaningless fight left nothing worth saying except the already said, already heard three words. It's true that they're the last and the first words bur still...Not getting any ideas in my already half-sleeping brain I could only think of only one silly idea that would do any good. Being together and being "together" are different. Just as they say, so close yet so far.
I was reminded of the song by Aerosmith. Why not?
I glanced at the teacher and half glanced at rest of the class and opened my notebook to the very last page. A few hastily done math calculations and spell checks...nothing else. Just what I needed. I didn't know if he'd heard the song ever but it is one of my favourites. Nervousness caught me before I could even get the pen, but courage is all it needs. I finally tried writing something...even an L.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
I didn't want to shove the notebook towards him, not just then. Fortunately, he just glanced carelessly and continued looking out of the window. Good, as yet.
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Curiosity got the better of him. He looked at it. A raised eyebrow. Cute. I love him.
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
So he thought, Okay, so what's got into her? What are we studying right now? Do we have to write this down or something? He bent ahead and looked into the his friend's notebook. He says "Huh?" The page was blank. "Nothing...sorry". Then he looks back at me and I shrug. Then he thinks it's better if he just keeps reading.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
He raises his eyebrow again, the right one. Oh, he's adorable. Totally. I'm right on the bottom of Love and I still keep falling more in love with him. He nudges me lighty and asks, "What is this?"
"Lyrics", I say. He nods and tells me to continue. Sarcasm. But I'm happy enough to oblige.
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
He thinks over that. His eyes tell, "maybe".
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
He grins, starting to realise what this is leading to. Maybe the fight wasn't that bad at all. Rumours can get the better of us at times. But rumours are rumours and reality is reality.
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
and I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
He snatches the pen away...
"You know what?? Me too!!"
I just wanna hold you close
I Feel your heart so close to mine
And we'll stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
He looks at me and smiles, I wait and say, "There's something more".
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I look up at him and tell him to stop staring. His eyes look beautiful, more than the world's beauty mixed into one and kept in a glass box. And he's all mine. He takes my hands in his. Then we realize almost at once, that we're in a classroom with the strictest teachers you'd ever find anywhere on earth. No, she's still busy trying to figure out if she ought to stop teaching and go and shout on the poor, little thing who was talking to his friend or continue teaching. We both laugh. And I say, "Kiss and make up?" He says, "I love you".
But no, there's more to this. Almost as if on cue, it starts raining and all the heads turn towards the windows. And that's our side! Tough luck. Two minutes of distracted studying and commenting on the rain, the class quietens down a bit. We sigh. But we can't just sit there like that. Something on his mind, he looks around the room. Casually resting his eyes on every person in the room, even outside! That's called "precaution". Precautionary measures. Hehe.
He takes my hand and kisses it. Then I kiss my hand too. He kisses my hand again, and I kiss my hand again too. Again and again and again. And it doesn't take a genius to know what that leads to. Miraculously, when the teacher leaves, the whole class empties in around ten seconds. All of them need some fresh air. People need a reason to be happy, the rain gave them a reason. But we're happy without a reason. Because nothing happened, no-one saw anything. But we're still happier than them. Happiest people on earth.
*Lyrics from I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Life is just a Dream
...and I never want to wake up. But come to think of it, I already know this is reality. Have you ever felt warm and fuzzy inside, as if you don't ever want to do anything except dream. Ofcourse, dreams come true. They have to 'cause that is their job. "Believe" is all you can do. If you want something badly enough, the whole world conspires to get that done for you ;)
Talking of reality, let's get real. I know I read books but haven't ever tried my hand on writing reviews and now...it's as if I'm being forced to read a book and pen down my thoughts on it. Unreal, really. None of the books I've read so far seem review-able. Most of them are, actually. But you see, I'm not that good. I admit.
This blog right here...yes, I did start with this blog thinking that I'd just write about books and you can see how well I've kept that promise! This has got me stuck!
5 more days, I have five more days. Looks long enough to read a book. Umm...any book. But seriously, suggestions are welcome. Always.
I even managed to change myself as far as thinking about changing the blog's background...but originality makes the world go round. I'm still not what I think I am. Inside...truly, madly, deeply...I'm still ME. I love myself.
Talking of reality, let's get real. I know I read books but haven't ever tried my hand on writing reviews and now...it's as if I'm being forced to read a book and pen down my thoughts on it. Unreal, really. None of the books I've read so far seem review-able. Most of them are, actually. But you see, I'm not that good. I admit.
This blog right here...yes, I did start with this blog thinking that I'd just write about books and you can see how well I've kept that promise! This has got me stuck!
5 more days, I have five more days. Looks long enough to read a book. Umm...any book. But seriously, suggestions are welcome. Always.
I even managed to change myself as far as thinking about changing the blog's background...but originality makes the world go round. I'm still not what I think I am. Inside...truly, madly, deeply...I'm still ME. I love myself.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Blah..as usual..
That's not it, not it..never. Can't be. When did I start being this? 10 10 10...why this??
Come to think of it, over-reacting! Come to think of it again, not at all. This is how it's supposed to be? Pre-announced rules. Everything else is wrong, not right, crazy. Downright crazy, I say. 10 hours. 10 minutes. 10 seconds. Class 10. Does anyone ever realize what can happen when?
Kudos, all you normal people. Give in without a fight. Didn't learn anything yet? That's strange. Sorry, I forgot. You're normal, that's normal. Go on. Go and study! I'm not moving a finger...not ever. Except to type that is.
So..so..so..umm...good night. Everything done. Goodbye.
Come to think of it, over-reacting! Come to think of it again, not at all. This is how it's supposed to be? Pre-announced rules. Everything else is wrong, not right, crazy. Downright crazy, I say. 10 hours. 10 minutes. 10 seconds. Class 10. Does anyone ever realize what can happen when?
Kudos, all you normal people. Give in without a fight. Didn't learn anything yet? That's strange. Sorry, I forgot. You're normal, that's normal. Go on. Go and study! I'm not moving a finger...not ever. Except to type that is.
So..so..so..umm...good night. Everything done. Goodbye.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
Everyone ends up being another one of those people you dread becoming. Finally. A normal, ordinary kid studying, eating..surviving..and all the other things you could possibly do. Umm..I guess you get what I mean. Some other 'things' which are worth mentioning here, better not be seen here. We could do without a little er...bloodshed :p
Ever wonder how a little 'thing' could mean the world to a person and absolutely 'nothing' to someone else? It hurts. And being judgemental on the same thing can prove to be fatal. Very, very dangerous.
So what's up is that I'm trying to live without the 5 things I can't live without. Correction--"couldn't" live without. As far as I can remember, I've removed them from my profile..they were..
1. Music 24x7 {Believe me...this is the hardest part}
2. Friends {Who cares? About me that is.}
3. The Net {This is strictly optional}
4. Dingo The Darlin' Doggie {That's hard too:( }
5. You-know-who? You know who? {He knows who, you don't need to know who}
The YKH has faded into nothingness or that's what it seems to be. Anyway, these are the plans for the coming days. And for those who say that I should make plans, be organized, "I don't do anything". Hello! Wake up! This is Something. Ciao, everyone!
Friday, April 20, 2007
I'm back...finally!
Ever fallen in love with two persons at the same time? The Someone...and yourself?
It's as if you win even if you lose and...you never lose :p
What was that supposed to mean?
It's impossible to find some peace anywhere...in school. Is there no-one who can knock some sense into the classmates? What would they get out of studying Math 10 hours a day? And it is very, very important to take their "books" to the library. Hello! That's what we go to the library for, idiots! The "books" are not books, there's just word after word, line after line, page after page of meaningless crap. No peace. Talking about the numbers is more important than writing something quietly, without cursing themselves. Why do they even start with it in the first place? Especially, if the librarian doesn't care for anything more than gossping in her loudest voice, why would the Friends even care to listen to a poor girl who's trying to get to read a couple of pages? Everyone's out to kill me. I swear.
Half an hour ain't enough for anything except talking on the phone. But even that usually continues after a break, when the Mums forget about the bill thingies. Hehe.
And no...no gossiping. Ahem..girly gossiping. I mean the Stuff. You know..yeah.
About two more hours to go for the best one hour of the day. Tennis! Till then..happy daydreaming and making your dreams come true. Literally. Ciao! Everything's possible..
It's as if you win even if you lose and...you never lose :p
What was that supposed to mean?
It's impossible to find some peace anywhere...in school. Is there no-one who can knock some sense into the classmates? What would they get out of studying Math 10 hours a day? And it is very, very important to take their "books" to the library. Hello! That's what we go to the library for, idiots! The "books" are not books, there's just word after word, line after line, page after page of meaningless crap. No peace. Talking about the numbers is more important than writing something quietly, without cursing themselves. Why do they even start with it in the first place? Especially, if the librarian doesn't care for anything more than gossping in her loudest voice, why would the Friends even care to listen to a poor girl who's trying to get to read a couple of pages? Everyone's out to kill me. I swear.
Half an hour ain't enough for anything except talking on the phone. But even that usually continues after a break, when the Mums forget about the bill thingies. Hehe.
And no...no gossiping. Ahem..girly gossiping. I mean the Stuff. You know..yeah.
About two more hours to go for the best one hour of the day. Tennis! Till then..happy daydreaming and making your dreams come true. Literally. Ciao! Everything's possible..
Sunday, April 15, 2007
This is it! It is..it is! Yay!
It kinda paid off...change is good. Good, good. Hmm.
Over-confidence ain't good, not for an English test...or anything else ;)
Umm...so finally someone tried to change Bollywood music! Yay! I wouldn't ever be happier..actually for once, no Hip Hop etc. Except for some other songs which I won't like to listen to again. Don't force me to do anything which you won't like me to do. I can get angry at times. Everyone, please listen to all this songs of Metro. Pretty please! :)
Is anyone here superstitious enough to not to cut their nails beacuse they think that longer their nails, more marks they get on their test. Hehe, funny. But it is kinda true if you take my case. My nails compared to someone else's...some competition. I won. Got .75 more if you wanted to know ;) Cool eh?
And then is it really funny to discuss stuff with the Someone if it's not at all "romantic" Sheesh. We could do with a little more fun here. Dragon Ball Z did rock and will always rock, card Captors too. Forever. Unconventional is what it is. That's it...we love this. You talk about the future and your plans if that's only what you can think of. We're atleast trying to stabilise this for as long as possible. Face it, it isn't possible to go too far of you don't like Football. No, no...very bad. Football is better than Cricket.
You know who I'm talking about? You know? You know? You know?? He's the best :p
Hmm...hyper hyper. Me! Hehehe...okay. So now, serious. Hehe, serious! Me crazy! Don't ask.
Over-confidence ain't good, not for an English test...or anything else ;)
Umm...so finally someone tried to change Bollywood music! Yay! I wouldn't ever be happier..actually for once, no Hip Hop etc. Except for some other songs which I won't like to listen to again. Don't force me to do anything which you won't like me to do. I can get angry at times. Everyone, please listen to all this songs of Metro. Pretty please! :)
Is anyone here superstitious enough to not to cut their nails beacuse they think that longer their nails, more marks they get on their test. Hehe, funny. But it is kinda true if you take my case. My nails compared to someone else's...some competition. I won. Got .75 more if you wanted to know ;) Cool eh?
And then is it really funny to discuss stuff with the Someone if it's not at all "romantic" Sheesh. We could do with a little more fun here. Dragon Ball Z did rock and will always rock, card Captors too. Forever. Unconventional is what it is. That's it...we love this. You talk about the future and your plans if that's only what you can think of. We're atleast trying to stabilise this for as long as possible. Face it, it isn't possible to go too far of you don't like Football. No, no...very bad. Football is better than Cricket.
You know who I'm talking about? You know? You know? You know?? He's the best :p
Hmm...hyper hyper. Me! Hehehe...okay. So now, serious. Hehe, serious! Me crazy! Don't ask.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I'm just writing this right now because if I don't I'd regret it later...and believe me this is the first time I'm doing something like this. I always make regrettable decisions. Have always been doing that. So just forget about the effects...we'll see that later. Or never, hopefully..
First things first...I'm me..or that's what I tried to be and was good at it. Was very good at it...almost perfect. But something or someone, in this case made me question myself. If I think about the old me, it would seem insulting. Like, I'm not supposed to change. I'm me. I love myself. I'll always be me. Don't pretend to be someone else. Right.
So what's so wrong about being the quiet kid? The shy kid? I don't think there's anything wrong with this..or being individualistic, Being solipsistic and even non conformist comes later. And I know that's me. This doesn't really relate but...it does.
Who feels like opening the windows, dance, laugh,let the sun shine on your face, etcetera? Everyone does, not me. 'Coz I was just being myself..all the time, as yet.
I've been ignored a hundred thousand times and if someone doesn't talk to you once, ignores you, doesn't seem to notice you...you get angry..you do.
What makes me different? I don't even think about it twice..and there it is. Do whatever you want, I won't care. "CARE" is what I don't get. Like, who cares! I do...I know I do..you don't though. Thank you. Merci beaucoup, mon ami. Or whoever you are.
I do what I like, you do what you like. Then...bang! There it is...you and me, Don't go together. It's either your way or mine. So for once, let me write, for once..I'm giving myself away. Change is Good. Hope it is. I won't mind coming back to the useless me. That's what I'm good at. I'd try to be normal...nice...and goodbye solipsism, I'm not myself anymore. The world decides, the person does. You don't exist anymore...not if you belong to someone...someone belongs to you. I don't know what I just typed here...but no questions please. But, why not? I'm not supposed to live in peace. One more day tomorrow, let's see if I murder myself or not.
First things first...I'm me..or that's what I tried to be and was good at it. Was very good at it...almost perfect. But something or someone, in this case made me question myself. If I think about the old me, it would seem insulting. Like, I'm not supposed to change. I'm me. I love myself. I'll always be me. Don't pretend to be someone else. Right.
So what's so wrong about being the quiet kid? The shy kid? I don't think there's anything wrong with this..or being individualistic, Being solipsistic and even non conformist comes later. And I know that's me. This doesn't really relate but...it does.
Who feels like opening the windows, dance, laugh,let the sun shine on your face, etcetera? Everyone does, not me. 'Coz I was just being myself..all the time, as yet.
I've been ignored a hundred thousand times and if someone doesn't talk to you once, ignores you, doesn't seem to notice you...you get angry..you do.
What makes me different? I don't even think about it twice..and there it is. Do whatever you want, I won't care. "CARE" is what I don't get. Like, who cares! I do...I know I do..you don't though. Thank you. Merci beaucoup, mon ami. Or whoever you are.
I do what I like, you do what you like. Then...bang! There it is...you and me, Don't go together. It's either your way or mine. So for once, let me write, for once..I'm giving myself away. Change is Good. Hope it is. I won't mind coming back to the useless me. That's what I'm good at. I'd try to be normal...nice...and goodbye solipsism, I'm not myself anymore. The world decides, the person does. You don't exist anymore...not if you belong to someone...someone belongs to you. I don't know what I just typed here...but no questions please. But, why not? I'm not supposed to live in peace. One more day tomorrow, let's see if I murder myself or not.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I'm bored. Not. Atlast!
Almost one month now...and can you believe it?! I'm in class 10...and I didn't know that this was supposed to happen so soon. Like, wait for a few more years. What happened to your patience?
Time to study. Hehe. Believe it or not, three people have told me not to study till 4 months before the Boards because it'd be just a waste of time. All hail, seniors! Good advice, thankyou :)
Shakesperean after-effects...if we lived in that era...People wouldn't ever fail in English, considering the grammar then. Don't believe me?Do read any of his works. You'll understand. Stupid me, I thought we'd role play or something like that but the teacher must really like reading and telling us the meanings, this wasn't supposed to be boring. Only if we'd have read the chapter. Anyway, it's done now. The questions remain...
Umm, yeah! Cricket!! Muah...I love you people. NOT. I don't think Bermuda has any chances to win against Bangladesh. But mircales do happen :) Let's see...but everyone's not as lucky as me right.
More later, I have some work. Work, really. Take care!
Time to study. Hehe. Believe it or not, three people have told me not to study till 4 months before the Boards because it'd be just a waste of time. All hail, seniors! Good advice, thankyou :)
Shakesperean after-effects...if we lived in that era...People wouldn't ever fail in English, considering the grammar then. Don't believe me?Do read any of his works. You'll understand. Stupid me, I thought we'd role play or something like that but the teacher must really like reading and telling us the meanings, this wasn't supposed to be boring. Only if we'd have read the chapter. Anyway, it's done now. The questions remain...
Umm, yeah! Cricket!! Muah...I love you people. NOT. I don't think Bermuda has any chances to win against Bangladesh. But mircales do happen :) Let's see...but everyone's not as lucky as me right.
More later, I have some work. Work, really. Take care!
Monday, February 26, 2007
Read along..
This is worse that I thought, well...Exams were kinda better than these vacations :(But anyway, my brain's kinda working right now and I thought I'd relive the good old days. Yeah right, I'm just 14 but there is something like 'good' days and 'bad' days. And what's now is BAD. Like think about 2 years back, I didn't have to think -- I did as I was told, studied, spent my days lazying around, weird experiments with glue, soap and mositurisers. Don't laugh, I know that's funny. All kinds of smelly stuff, mixed together...voila..there you go. This will kill the ants...
The A.C on, read Enid Blyton... sleep, read then sleep and then read again. I didn't have to think why stuff is what it is. No hard rock...heavy metal...AC/DC, Nirvana...and Children of Bodom.
I wouldn't have even dreamt of listening to such stuff. That's for brain dead Americans. No offence, if I read that anywhere in this day, I would've felt insulted. Such is the power of music but nahh...Shakira was it then, me and my best friend, we used to listen to Shakira and Enrique...happy music. Happy people.
No best friend, no happiness. I don't think she's gonna read this now. Now what, she doesn't care enough to invite me on her most special day. But whatever, I love her. And..please don't read this, wherever you are.
We used to read aloud, Archies comics, Harry Potter...sing...stuff. Enough.
There wasn't any trying to be better than the rest, different. Rebels. All was fine then, a couple of good friends. Weekends spent playing cricket :) Now all what we do is - talk.
And really, I didn't mean to write all this today but when I'm in this writing mood, no-one can stop me. It seems unbelievable, how a single person can influence the lives of everyone around them. In a bad way, or a good way. Oh well...whatever happens, happens for good and it's been proved.
After reading this, maybe you'd think I'm not happy anymore..that's not true. I'm happy. Happy being what I am, finally getting to know me. Getting to know you. And what exactly living is. Makes me wonder what would've been happening if I was still with the same people as I was earlier. OMG...The Pussycat Dolls. SICK.
I know I'm better this way, atleast I don't follow those !@#$%^& they listen to. Neither do I try to show off a fake accent. And my favourite colour ain't pink and I know what being me is. I know what showing off is and how to stay away. How not to embarass anyone 'coz of what they like, how to love someone just 'coz they exist. I just don't forget friends just 'coz they didn't wish me on my b'day..not me. I love everyone, I love you. And I know you love me too, even if you hate me.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
1 more to go...
ONE. NONE.
No-one's studying...including me :p
Doesn't matter, I can read like atleast 300 pages in one day and I have 145 here. I'm not showing off...I don't like to. So I dunno what this was.
No-one's studying...including me :p
Doesn't matter, I can read like atleast 300 pages in one day and I have 145 here. I'm not showing off...I don't like to. So I dunno what this was.
So...I want to learn Russian some day, German too. Someday. Which is as soon as Dad comes back. This isn't fair, he knows half a dozen languages and I'm stuck with this. And yeah, meanwhile you learn D, E, F and X, Y,Z...and the ones in between :D
I started with this book yesterday - Maxim Gorky-On Literature...
The first few sentences made me read 50 pages without stopping once. Here they are -
"It was about the age of fourteen that I first learn to read intelligently. By that time I was not only attracted by the plot in the book- the more or less interesting development of the events depicted; I was beginning to muse upon the beauty of the descriptions, muse upon the characters of the men and women in the story, vaguely surmise as to the author's aims, and sense with alarm the difference between that which was spoken of in books and that which was prompted by life."
Found this book somewhere in the libary...and the other one too - Poetry from The German Democratic Republic.
There must be hundreds of them, and right here too. All mine. Dunno how he collected all these books but, I'm happy that he did. The summers sure would be fun. I didn't feel like reading this last year but this year, that's what all I want to do. Weird.
And...I guess I'll read. CIAO.
The first few sentences made me read 50 pages without stopping once. Here they are -
"It was about the age of fourteen that I first learn to read intelligently. By that time I was not only attracted by the plot in the book- the more or less interesting development of the events depicted; I was beginning to muse upon the beauty of the descriptions, muse upon the characters of the men and women in the story, vaguely surmise as to the author's aims, and sense with alarm the difference between that which was spoken of in books and that which was prompted by life."
Found this book somewhere in the libary...and the other one too - Poetry from The German Democratic Republic.
There must be hundreds of them, and right here too. All mine. Dunno how he collected all these books but, I'm happy that he did. The summers sure would be fun. I didn't feel like reading this last year but this year, that's what all I want to do. Weird.
And...I guess I'll read. CIAO.
Monday, February 19, 2007
2 more to go...
I had to do this, write a new post even though there's absolutely nothing to write about. English. Anglais. Yippeee!!! Bored.
I know I'm weird :p
So, lately...I've really started to like RHCP. Not that I didn't like them before, but just not as much...and specially Anthony. Absolutely adorable!
More later, CIAO!
I know I'm weird :p
So, lately...I've really started to like RHCP. Not that I didn't like them before, but just not as much...and specially Anthony. Absolutely adorable!
More later, CIAO!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
3 more to go...
Make that - one. Just science left. English? Hehe ;)
And which other subject was left? Don't care.
So while coming back from school today...I was thinking...about --stuff.
Flashback! Exactly 2 years back...I was maybe crying, getting angry..at myself..when for the first time...I saw what life is.
She came to me and said," Asmi...dunno what was wrong with us. You aren't just worth fighting over." Huh? What was that supposed to mean? My two very best friends used to fight over me!
Hey c'mon, I'm not that good. Not good at all. And I didn't tell them to fight. Gosh...
The next day...they gathered up some people...me against them. Senseless shit. That was that. The Fight.
Everything ended.
Everything couldn't ever be normal again but after such a long time, we pretend. It's easy to pretend.
Today, in the bus, as I saw them together...PEACE. It would've been better if we hadn't ever met. Some people can be so shallow.
So please, shit happens, but you don't have to believe everything people say. It's hard to see friends breaking up. I learnt what some people are. Not everyone is though. Still some people keep fighting over me, but anyway they've got better things to do. They aren't obsessed. Thanks a lot for that.
It was their fight, but I won. So you see...friends aren't everything. YOU are everything. There isn't anything like 'Friends Forever'...it's only you who's gonna be with you. And you have to win the fight, even if you don't...you win.
And which other subject was left? Don't care.
So while coming back from school today...I was thinking...about --stuff.
Flashback! Exactly 2 years back...I was maybe crying, getting angry..at myself..when for the first time...I saw what life is.
She came to me and said," Asmi...dunno what was wrong with us. You aren't just worth fighting over." Huh? What was that supposed to mean? My two very best friends used to fight over me!
Hey c'mon, I'm not that good. Not good at all. And I didn't tell them to fight. Gosh...
The next day...they gathered up some people...me against them. Senseless shit. That was that. The Fight.
Everything ended.
Everything couldn't ever be normal again but after such a long time, we pretend. It's easy to pretend.
Today, in the bus, as I saw them together...PEACE. It would've been better if we hadn't ever met. Some people can be so shallow.
So please, shit happens, but you don't have to believe everything people say. It's hard to see friends breaking up. I learnt what some people are. Not everyone is though. Still some people keep fighting over me, but anyway they've got better things to do. They aren't obsessed. Thanks a lot for that.
It was their fight, but I won. So you see...friends aren't everything. YOU are everything. There isn't anything like 'Friends Forever'...it's only you who's gonna be with you. And you have to win the fight, even if you don't...you win.
Monday, February 12, 2007
4 more to go...
Haha...I still can't understand what was so difficult about today's paper. Funny. It was the easiest Sst paper I ever saw...the studying paid off, I guess. I haven't ever learnt so much altogether in one day, like yesterday. Phew.
Next one's French. Nothing much to study. I kinda know all the stuff already.
So... Equus , according to Wikipedia, is a play by Peter Shaffer written in 1973, telling the story of a psychiatrist who attempts to treat a young man who has pathological sexual fascination with horses. What say?
Daniel Radcliffe - Alan Strang - The Young Man
Unbelievable.
A little something from the article -
"Delving into Strang's tormented mind causes Dysart(the psychiatrist) to confront his own spiritual atrophy, the result of a modern consumer culture that tolerates only enervated conformity. Dysart reflects: "That boy has known a passion more ferocious than I have felt in any second of my life. And let me tell you something: I envy it. ... I watch [my wife]...night after night—a woman I haven't kissed in six years— and he stands in the dark for an hour, sucking the sweat off his god's hairy cheek!"
"Equus is to be restaged in 2007 with Richard Griffiths and Daniel Radcliffe in the leading roles. The play will be directed by Thea Sharrock, and it is to open in London in February 2007 at the Gielgud Theatre. The casting of Radcliffe, still associated with films intended for general audiences, has caused some minor controversy, since the role of Alan Strang will require him to appear naked on stage."
Now that we've heard.
Next one's French. Nothing much to study. I kinda know all the stuff already.
So... Equus , according to Wikipedia, is a play by Peter Shaffer written in 1973, telling the story of a psychiatrist who attempts to treat a young man who has pathological sexual fascination with horses. What say?
Daniel Radcliffe - Alan Strang - The Young Man
Unbelievable.
A little something from the article -
"Delving into Strang's tormented mind causes Dysart(the psychiatrist) to confront his own spiritual atrophy, the result of a modern consumer culture that tolerates only enervated conformity. Dysart reflects: "That boy has known a passion more ferocious than I have felt in any second of my life. And let me tell you something: I envy it. ... I watch [my wife]...night after night—a woman I haven't kissed in six years— and he stands in the dark for an hour, sucking the sweat off his god's hairy cheek!"
"Equus is to be restaged in 2007 with Richard Griffiths and Daniel Radcliffe in the leading roles. The play will be directed by Thea Sharrock, and it is to open in London in February 2007 at the Gielgud Theatre. The casting of Radcliffe, still associated with films intended for general audiences, has caused some minor controversy, since the role of Alan Strang will require him to appear naked on stage."
Now that we've heard.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Born To Be Wild
I'm alive. I did it...yay! Math's over. You have no idea how happy I am. I feel so good.
Listen to 'Born To Be Wild' first...I gotta go..
Listen to 'Born To Be Wild' first...I gotta go..
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Demonized
This is the first time I'm doing something like this...writing two entries a day. Sounds like fun though.
So this book's by Christopher Fowler. Yeah right, you've heard this name somewhere but you really haven't read any book by him...I mean...if you read books. Dark fiction - Seventeen short stories. Not exactly horror, just something like it. Most are just almost everyday situations which can turn scary, or more than just scary.
I don't want to write about all the stories, just maybe 'coz it could spoil it if you wanted to read it. Haha. That was a joke, I know you don't read.
My personal favourite was 'Hop'...reminds you of some horror movies. And I'm getting scared right here, while writing this stuff. Well go on, read the book. I can't get myself to write anymore, though I want to.
Um...something else now please. Yeah, like on the last day of school..our English teacher said, "Children please, take English seriously and don't just study it on the day before the exam." How true, but my Maths teacher needed to say that to me if she didn't want yet another 'bad paper'.
Sad...it ain't gettin any better now.
I've told you already, maths isn't made for me. It's not as if I hate my teacher. She's nice. Not her fault that she can't be strict with me. I just don't give her a chance. Everytime I think that I should really start studying Maths, I think about writing. Writing anything. My brain's always worked this way. Something wrong, right? Right.
Like I'm writing this right now, whatever I feel like. That's what I'm supposed to do. And you keep on reading it. Well, don't you have any other work to do? Anyway, time to go...and maybe I'll even write for the third time today. If I feel like and yeah, I know you'll read that too.
So this book's by Christopher Fowler. Yeah right, you've heard this name somewhere but you really haven't read any book by him...I mean...if you read books. Dark fiction - Seventeen short stories. Not exactly horror, just something like it. Most are just almost everyday situations which can turn scary, or more than just scary.
I don't want to write about all the stories, just maybe 'coz it could spoil it if you wanted to read it. Haha. That was a joke, I know you don't read.
My personal favourite was 'Hop'...reminds you of some horror movies. And I'm getting scared right here, while writing this stuff. Well go on, read the book. I can't get myself to write anymore, though I want to.
Um...something else now please. Yeah, like on the last day of school..our English teacher said, "Children please, take English seriously and don't just study it on the day before the exam." How true, but my Maths teacher needed to say that to me if she didn't want yet another 'bad paper'.
Sad...it ain't gettin any better now.
I've told you already, maths isn't made for me. It's not as if I hate my teacher. She's nice. Not her fault that she can't be strict with me. I just don't give her a chance. Everytime I think that I should really start studying Maths, I think about writing. Writing anything. My brain's always worked this way. Something wrong, right? Right.
Like I'm writing this right now, whatever I feel like. That's what I'm supposed to do. And you keep on reading it. Well, don't you have any other work to do? Anyway, time to go...and maybe I'll even write for the third time today. If I feel like and yeah, I know you'll read that too.
Exams
First exam tomorrow--Maths!
I guess it's better I don't start talkin about that subject...'coz I really don't know anything about it. Simply not meant for me.
Then I have Sst, French, Science, English and then finally Computer on 23rd.
So...we'll be sitting with class 11 and I still don't know who my partner's gonna be. Really scared. What if that person's a real genius...PCM too. And we have Math tomorrow, but you see if I was a normal, ordinary, outspoken, outgoing, nice kid...I would've asked my partner the questions I didn't know. But now, that isn't possible...hello, this is ME!
And by any chance, if someone of class 11's reading this puh-leeze tell my partner to be a lil helpful and help me in Maths. Sob. And if you're my parter, you rock!
I did say all this rubbish but there IS kinda a chance...that someone nice reads this stuff. Dunno what'll happen to me. I know, I never learn.
And...nothin much actually. Ciao!
I guess it's better I don't start talkin about that subject...'coz I really don't know anything about it. Simply not meant for me.
Then I have Sst, French, Science, English and then finally Computer on 23rd.
So...we'll be sitting with class 11 and I still don't know who my partner's gonna be. Really scared. What if that person's a real genius...PCM too. And we have Math tomorrow, but you see if I was a normal, ordinary, outspoken, outgoing, nice kid...I would've asked my partner the questions I didn't know. But now, that isn't possible...hello, this is ME!
And by any chance, if someone of class 11's reading this puh-leeze tell my partner to be a lil helpful and help me in Maths. Sob. And if you're my parter, you rock!
I did say all this rubbish but there IS kinda a chance...that someone nice reads this stuff. Dunno what'll happen to me. I know, I never learn.
And...nothin much actually. Ciao!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Uh-huh
I still can't really understand why fake people are liked by everyone. What is it in them that's not in the others...the other real people. People with work. Real work to do...I guess everyone has something to achieve in their life. But what about the plastic people? The fake persons, with a plastic smile, a plastic mind, which in no way works properly. They're there just to live for themselves. No heart. Things could've been better with them not interfering with others' lives.
I know you have no idea what I'm talking about. And even if you do, you don't know exactly WHO am i talking about...and you better not.
Shit happens, everytime. There is no need to be jealous of anyone just 'coz they're better. Better, in others' eyes...the emotionally blind people. The ones who just see the cover of the book and they simply have no intention to read the book. Pretty huh? Go, get a life!
Things have never been so bad. Never. Never have I really thought about this. Now that I have, I have it typed down right here... and it ain't going anywhere now.
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