lets get a little scientific..
while searching about colours-- a very random topic, my mind wandered on those who do not have the priviledge to see them. But when god closes one door.. he opens another. The ones who cannot see the beautiful world can feel the colours. they adapt the colours through their skin althouhgh it takes time.
the brighter colours fall on their skin harshly
Monday, January 25, 2010
QUOTES THAT LINGER ALL THE WAY...
dear readers..
these are the words that emerged out of me in fickles of time... i live by them now...
1. Our love is in the waters.
A permanence which only gets bigger as the splash joins the ocean,
Take a sip of it and splash some on me
For we shall soon shine with glee
The final plunge will make us one.
We might perish.
But the world shall cherish
For no one would call us
By different names
They might just do with one..
2. I have turned into an amnesiac since I met you.
My past has left me for good...
And paved the way for the new memories to settle in.
They all belong to you.. and me..:)
They are all yours..
And perhaps mine too.
P.S.I LOVE YOU
3. Rule over me like a monarch.
At least I have someone who would call me his very own..
For you the only one who shall hold the wild antiquity..
And build me again to beauty
And when you say P.S I LOVE YOU
You give birth to a new CHARU
4. There is only one hope
Only one last wish you could grant me
When I live by your name
Just don't abandon me for another game.
5.When I feel deprived of love
I wish god makes me rise like a dove
So that I could fly
Fly away to a zone of a lonesome night
Where no one can reach
Not even a kite
I wish to perish to a world
Where relationship is an alien world..
these are the words that emerged out of me in fickles of time... i live by them now...
1. Our love is in the waters.
A permanence which only gets bigger as the splash joins the ocean,
Take a sip of it and splash some on me
For we shall soon shine with glee
The final plunge will make us one.
We might perish.
But the world shall cherish
For no one would call us
By different names
They might just do with one..
2. I have turned into an amnesiac since I met you.
My past has left me for good...
And paved the way for the new memories to settle in.
They all belong to you.. and me..:)
They are all yours..
And perhaps mine too.
P.S.I LOVE YOU
3. Rule over me like a monarch.
At least I have someone who would call me his very own..
For you the only one who shall hold the wild antiquity..
And build me again to beauty
And when you say P.S I LOVE YOU
You give birth to a new CHARU
4. There is only one hope
Only one last wish you could grant me
When I live by your name
Just don't abandon me for another game.
5.When I feel deprived of love
I wish god makes me rise like a dove
So that I could fly
Fly away to a zone of a lonesome night
Where no one can reach
Not even a kite
I wish to perish to a world
Where relationship is an alien world..
Sunday, January 24, 2010
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE
THE UNIVERSAL TRUTH...
For a book worm whose favourite author is Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the essence of his works which are titled to be largely a huge cloud pregnant with Magic Realism is a truth that should be universally acknowledged. That is to say, that the magical elements which appear surreal is actually the reality of our present day world. One hundered years of solitude may not be a story odd 100 yrs but definitely has a complex network of around 100 characters... each to his own yet entangled. The thread that entangles them is the family blood, which fights for a common cause. The plot is extensive and clearly woven with deliberate commotions, repetitions and irony. The senior most character represents the root of culture and beliefs that the family is trying to hold by tying him to an old chestnut tree, when he looses his sanity. the second generation man seems to have a sixth sense when everything he says comes true, finally dying of insanity yet carving out a fine gold fish on a coin and leaving 17 sons having the same name only to get lost or abandoned later in the novel. The third generation hero becomes a tyrant finally dying of a gunshot. Lastly a small character Gabrial Garcia Marquez, a newspaper seller who is a witness to the generations and the only one to have survived after the town is completely wiped out.
marquez refines the metaphor of history as a circular phenomenon, through the repetition of names and characteristics belonging to the Buendía family. Over six generations all the José Arcadios possess inquisitive and rational dispositions as well as enormous physical strength; the Aurelianos, meanwhile, tend towards insularity and quietude. This repetition of traits reproduces the history of the individual characters and ultimately a history of the town as a succession of the same mistakes ad infinitum due to some endogenous hubris in our nature.
The novel explores the issue of timelessness or eternity even within the framework of mortal existence. A major trope with which it accomplishes this task is the alchemist’s laboratory in the Buendía family home, which was first designed by Melquíades near the start of the story and remains essentially unchanged throughout its course as a place where the male Buendía characters can indulge their will to solitude, whether through attempts to deconstruct the world with reason as in the case of José Arcadio Buendía, or by the endless creation and destruction of golden fish like his son Colonel Aureliano Buendía, among a number of other means. A sense of inevitability prevails throughout the text, a feeling that regardless of what way one looks at time, its encompassing nature is the one truthful admission.
marques’s masterpiece is a peice of advice that is given to every human being to read.
For a book worm whose favourite author is Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the essence of his works which are titled to be largely a huge cloud pregnant with Magic Realism is a truth that should be universally acknowledged. That is to say, that the magical elements which appear surreal is actually the reality of our present day world. One hundered years of solitude may not be a story odd 100 yrs but definitely has a complex network of around 100 characters... each to his own yet entangled. The thread that entangles them is the family blood, which fights for a common cause. The plot is extensive and clearly woven with deliberate commotions, repetitions and irony. The senior most character represents the root of culture and beliefs that the family is trying to hold by tying him to an old chestnut tree, when he looses his sanity. the second generation man seems to have a sixth sense when everything he says comes true, finally dying of insanity yet carving out a fine gold fish on a coin and leaving 17 sons having the same name only to get lost or abandoned later in the novel. The third generation hero becomes a tyrant finally dying of a gunshot. Lastly a small character Gabrial Garcia Marquez, a newspaper seller who is a witness to the generations and the only one to have survived after the town is completely wiped out.
marquez refines the metaphor of history as a circular phenomenon, through the repetition of names and characteristics belonging to the Buendía family. Over six generations all the José Arcadios possess inquisitive and rational dispositions as well as enormous physical strength; the Aurelianos, meanwhile, tend towards insularity and quietude. This repetition of traits reproduces the history of the individual characters and ultimately a history of the town as a succession of the same mistakes ad infinitum due to some endogenous hubris in our nature.
The novel explores the issue of timelessness or eternity even within the framework of mortal existence. A major trope with which it accomplishes this task is the alchemist’s laboratory in the Buendía family home, which was first designed by Melquíades near the start of the story and remains essentially unchanged throughout its course as a place where the male Buendía characters can indulge their will to solitude, whether through attempts to deconstruct the world with reason as in the case of José Arcadio Buendía, or by the endless creation and destruction of golden fish like his son Colonel Aureliano Buendía, among a number of other means. A sense of inevitability prevails throughout the text, a feeling that regardless of what way one looks at time, its encompassing nature is the one truthful admission.
marques’s masterpiece is a peice of advice that is given to every human being to read.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
SCARY MOVIE
Well.. this is not with reference to any movie summary.. but yes a very funny yet scary move called LIFE!! Life indeed is a movie.. every move of which is scary!!
I wish I could be like him!!
he who always sounds happy
he who is always chirpy
always enthusiastic
always optimistic
he has so many tears hidden behind those eyes..
but he manages to hide them all
behind that bend n those dimples
he begins again with full hope n ends with it
I dt know about others but i call him Meet
I am thoroughly surprised how he manages to do this?
for I get scared before taking evry step forward in life, for it has ruined me beyond expectations and all boundaries..
I glue myself up after every blow and before it gets tightened, another one comes for me to get scattered on the ground..
life appears like a movie. like a bollywood queen... I live heartily but before the hero, the villian comes in disguise to ruin her
ha ha
but still.. m waiting for my hero..
who loves it when I feel shy..
who loves it wen I wear bangles n a bindi
who loves it wen I cant sing in front of him
who loves it wen I cant look at him
who loves it wen I put my hand in my hair
who likes it wen I look out of the window
who likes it wen I smile or laugh without a reason
Indian Mindset... is my dear readers.. not selfish... the queen honours the hero in the similar fashion for sure..when he speaks to the world I would love to look at him with pride..
I wish I could be on the seventh cloud...
I have been thinking today
I wish for a life happy and gay
I wish I get it with you
I wish my wish come true
Is it so difficult to reach there?
let me try..
Dear God
my love to you and heartiest regards to you!
I know I am still your dearest and bestest child on this planet. you had promised me that you will never give any pain. yet i have recieved plenty of it. but now that you made a mistake. you shall make up for it.
come on you cant ignore me... i am your own child
in return, and compensation.. i demand extreme love..
ok
now you better focus on me
you have ignored me from quiet a long time now
come back to the track man!!
ok last chance
take care
yours affectionately
charu.
so, readers.. didn't the above mentioned sound scary?
or u people are scared with the transformation of emotions from a tragedy queen to a dreanm girl to a child..that i suffer from?
decide the climax ..
and let me know!!
huh!
I wish I could be like him!!
he who always sounds happy
he who is always chirpy
always enthusiastic
always optimistic
he has so many tears hidden behind those eyes..
but he manages to hide them all
behind that bend n those dimples
he begins again with full hope n ends with it
I dt know about others but i call him Meet
I am thoroughly surprised how he manages to do this?
for I get scared before taking evry step forward in life, for it has ruined me beyond expectations and all boundaries..
I glue myself up after every blow and before it gets tightened, another one comes for me to get scattered on the ground..
life appears like a movie. like a bollywood queen... I live heartily but before the hero, the villian comes in disguise to ruin her
ha ha
but still.. m waiting for my hero..
who loves it when I feel shy..
who loves it wen I wear bangles n a bindi
who loves it wen I cant sing in front of him
who loves it wen I cant look at him
who loves it wen I put my hand in my hair
who likes it wen I look out of the window
who likes it wen I smile or laugh without a reason
Indian Mindset... is my dear readers.. not selfish... the queen honours the hero in the similar fashion for sure..when he speaks to the world I would love to look at him with pride..
I wish I could be on the seventh cloud...
I have been thinking today
I wish for a life happy and gay
I wish I get it with you
I wish my wish come true
Is it so difficult to reach there?
let me try..
Dear God
my love to you and heartiest regards to you!
I know I am still your dearest and bestest child on this planet. you had promised me that you will never give any pain. yet i have recieved plenty of it. but now that you made a mistake. you shall make up for it.
come on you cant ignore me... i am your own child
in return, and compensation.. i demand extreme love..
ok
now you better focus on me
you have ignored me from quiet a long time now
come back to the track man!!
ok last chance
take care
yours affectionately
charu.
so, readers.. didn't the above mentioned sound scary?
or u people are scared with the transformation of emotions from a tragedy queen to a dreanm girl to a child..that i suffer from?
decide the climax ..
and let me know!!
huh!
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