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Reading List for the holidays: 1.Nelson Mandela's Autobiography (I forget what it's called) 2.Screw it,Let's Do it By Richard Brandson (again,an autobiography) 3.Frankenstein By Mary shelly 4.Jude the Obscure By Thomas Hardy 5.Tess of the D'Uberville by Thomas Hardy 6.A room of One's Own By Virginia Woolf The last three were a part of my syllabus this semester, but I was too distracted by life events to sit and read them. It is not going to be easy completing this list,especially since classics and autobiographies are my weak points. Nevertheless, I will try my level best. My friends have been disappointed with me. Why, you ask. It so happens that I have not watched any of the era changing movies like Gladiator and Avatar. Yes,my non-existent readers. I know you are thinking that I have no business writing a blog on movies. I have already been informed that I am a disgrace to the movie watching community.boo-hoo. Atleast I have watched Plan 9 from Out...

I love morning shows for their discounted price and the feel of joblesssness that they provide. The fact that the theater was almost a full house at 10a.m on a Wednesday shows the popularity of this movie and the loveable cheapskate nature of the locals. The hunger games is based a book meant for young adults. I'm not going to go into the story,just the review. The costume designs are beautiful. The second part is slightly dragged. The ending does not provide catharsis. People are always interested in seeing how far humans can go to survive. It is a good movie.You can watch it.

It's a book by Mark Tully. No, I didn't choose it because the cover is yellow. I chose it because some of my syllabus topics are covered in this book and since I have been snoring all through classes, it would be a good idea to read this book so I know something for the exam. I shall post more once I open the book and start reading.

Today I shall be writing about Eleven Minutes by Paolo Coelho. Eleven minutes is a book about sex,dreams,failed dreams and the never obsolete concept of love.This Paolo is one of those writers who initiates reaction every single time. But this time the reaction is that of being irked. I hate the fact that he makes Maria, the leading character, so.... void. I hate how she accepts every situation that life offers. I hate how he gives her only 0.5 of the personality she deserves, the rest of the personality we can only trace by her reaction to different situations. Maybe its just that I'm not emancipated enough to like the way he's dealt with the subject of sex and the intimate issues of being a woman. what really made me groan  was the ending. Not telling you what the ending is. What i do like about this book is the way it deals with the subject of prostitution and the visual delights it provides in terms of describing Switzerland and Brazil. And I like the character of the L...

Reading maketh a full man? Today as I sat in college staring at the fan, I heard my friend gasp and say "how dare she!". Now I wasn't paying much attention because my friend has these outbursts quite frequently. I glanced at what she was reading-a supplement of Deccan Herald- and saw what was written- Voluptuous figures are old-fashioned and outdated.Zero is the ideal size to be. WTF! Next to that was a picture of a woman in a grey top,arms folded,shoulders in a half shrug. She didn't strike me as size zero, but DH rarely puts the right picture in the right context. Anyway, me and my friends were busy fuming at the audacity of this writer, brains of birds seemed to be more evolved than hers. So I decided to write a strongly worded comment on their website.This article really did hurt me because I'm one of those girls who doesn't have conventional good physical appearance. I know for a fact that most girls in India are like that., and here she goes saying...

There she whines, How she grumbles, Even though her mind, Is clear on where she wants to fly, There he swims, The pond his world, He moves on leaving ash behind, There she hides, In the warm loneliness of light, But it's all she knows she wants, But she wants things she doesn't know of, She wants the rain to drench her wings, She wants the lightening to blind her path, She wants the thunder to sing, And send her ears to abyss, So she can hear new things, And what does he think of? The water drowns his voice, He doesn't want to be heard, He thinks about the cloud, Could it be that hard to reach.