Monday, November 24, 2008

The Twilight- when the day meets the night, and where Bella Meets Edward

The only thing i seriously wish, for now, is to be Bella Swan, and to be Hopelessly and Blissfully in LOVE with a Vampire. It wont sound much strange and pig headed if you have heard of Twilight, or read it for that matter.
An advice to all those who have read the book, skip this page.
I suck at summaries, so i will call in someone else to give you one:

What is Twilight all about?
the official summary from Summit Entertainment
Bella Swan has always been a little bit different. Never one to run with the crowd, Bella never cared about fitting in with the trendy, plastic girls at her Phoenix, Arizona high school. When her mother remarried and sent Bella to live with her father in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington, she didn't expect much of anything to change.

But things do change when she meets the mysterious and dazzlingly beautiful Edward Cullen. For Edward is nothing like any boy she's ever met. He's nothing like anyone she's ever met, period. He's intelligent and witty, and he seems to see straight into her soul.

In no time at all, they are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance - unorthodox because Edward really isn't like the other boys. He can run faster than a mountain lion. He can stop a moving car with his bare hands. Oh, and he hasn't aged since 1918. Like all vampires, he's immortal. That's right - vampire. But he doesn't have fangs - that's just in the movies. And he doesn't drink human blood, though Edward and his family are unique among vampires in that lifestyle choice.

To Edward, Bella is that thing he has waited 90 years for - a soul mate. But the closer they get, the more Edward must struggle to resist the primal pull of her scent, which could send him into an uncontrollable frenzy. Somehow or other, they will have to manage their unmanageable love.

But what will they do when Laurent and James, the Cullens' mortal vampire enemies, come to town, looking for Bella? A modern, visual, and visceral Romeo and Juliet story of the ultimate forbidden love affair - between vampire and mortal.


END of official summery.

Thus begins my views:
1.The settings for the book is totally captivating. The dark small town. too much rain and too much snow. Bella hated the place until she meets boy, or should i say, 108 year OLD vampire.
2. Edward not shy or too manly to confess his love which is refreshing.
3. How Edward's fascination with a girl who's smell makes him crave for more of her and whose thoughts he can not read changes to Love for someone so natural and fresh, who trusts him and accepts him for what he is- its amazing.
4.Favorite dialogues- "I may not be human, but i am still a man" - Edward.
"You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever."-Edward
"I'm here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you."-Bella
5.The first half is sweet romance, and even if it lack of any serious event or thrilling story point, it still dazzles you, like Edward does, as Bella says.
6. The second half is gripping tension, well towards last, and still what you are aware of is the love the vampire has to the girl.
7. Modern day Romeo and Juliet? NO. Romeo is still not THIS romantic. Not as much as Edward.
8. The novel makes you seriously want to believe in vampires and the forever kind of love.
9. The love is so real even without a single sexually inclined scene.
10. The innocence of Bella can be seen in her views of Edward, the trust even after knowing ow dangerous he can be to her.
11. The century old english names are fascinating.
12. The movie stills look awesome. i dont know how this will work out in movies. How much cute robin pattinson may look, he wont look like Edward to me, sinfully beautiful, angelic and devilishly cruel and ghostly at times.

Well. its a good read... so get the books, snacks and coffee ready.. Its the book to read for all you romance loving, fantasy fascinated girls... And dont tell me you are not one.. I simply wont believe you.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A song for 'A'

Its his comeback my friend, ofcourse. And i dedicate this long forgotten song of STEPS to him.. It reminds me of him.. always has..

Its the things that you do
So physical
Its the things that you say
So flammable
You know I cant resist
Boy its such a shame
Do you belong to another
I dont wanna hurt nobody
But my heart just cant hold back

Its the way you make me feel
The way that you make me feel
Spinning my world around
Tell me how can I walk away
I dont care what they say
Im loving you anyway
Its the way you make me feel

Im going to make you mine
Is not impossible
Got to let you know
Im irresistible
Baby cant you see
You're the one for me
But you belong to another
I dont wanna hurt nobody
But my heart just cant hold back

Its the way you make me feel
The way that you make me feel
Spinning my world around
Tell me how can I walk away
I dont care what they say
Im loving you anyway
Its the way you make me feel

When I look into your eyes
Everytime you smile at me
Oh I go weak inside
Baby I just cant hide my love

Its the way you make me feel
The way that you make me feel
Spinning my world around
Tell me how can I walk away
I dont care what they say
Im loving you anyway
Its the way you make me feel

Sunday, November 16, 2008

My new friend... Bow Wow.. Part 1

Before beginning this post, you must know that i am crazy about dogs. I love everything about them, from the charm to the idiocy and the loyalty to light skirt-ness. And Every single one of them.

So, the main road from where i get my cab every day, my apartment is about 10 minutes walk. When i walk with H, we both comment on everything under the sun. And usually Tommy escort us to road. Tommy is our landlord's dog, who is loyal but disobedient. On this way, there is a home, which is uninhabited, and no, this is not a haunted house, as the house is quite modern and too small to interest any ghosts. Also in this house is 3 dogs. 2 GSD boys (German shepherd dog, aka, Alsatian) and a Labrador girl. Everyday, on our walks, they start barking matches with Tommy and I, who has a very sweet GSD (rocky is his name) at home, i never gave much thought on them, other than comparing them with rocky on who had more height and fur. 
When i say these dogs live in a house which is lonely, it doesn't mean the people there goes to office everyday or is on holidays. The house is not lived in for more than 1 year and someone feeds the dogs everyday. And the Gate is Locked.
Thus one day i was returning home alone, i came upon the house. Then i saw this big GSD dog, near the gate, limping. It was his left front paw, which was hurt. He looked very sad and very much in pain, I was torn between going to him to be barked at and going my own way to wonder about him later. So, taking all the dare i could muster, i went to the gate and said in my most tender voice, hello. He first looked at me, and slowly came near the gate. By then, my only hope was that i could run fast if he barked at me, avoiding my true intentions. Then, The Very Brave Small Town Girl, risking the fate of looking like a fool taking to a dog across a gate, asked him how he is and whether its paining too much. His doubtful dark eyes turned friendly and sad and he slowly extended his paw towards me. I patted him for a while and he started to moan, which i think is because of his having got someone finally who would listen to him. I comforted him by being there as much as i can, with the stares from passer by's and children going home after school. As i cant stay there on the wrong side of a gate for more than 15 minutes, i walked home. 
On the way i thought why would a proud and not too friendly dog like a GSD would come so close to me with the slightest of the invitations. Why no one is taking him to the Doc? Why is he sad?Why would you leave a perfectly lovely dog alone? When you move your home, would you leave a child back? Isnt a Dog special? What he must be feeling at his owners? Is it only the pain? The poor guy would have been so lonely and depressed, sad that he doesn't have someone to love, doesn't have a child to play with, or a M'am to tease, some one to run around with, something to chase, some one to talk to him if he misbehaved, someone to order him around..
 And as i thought about him, i came to know how worthless your life would be if you have no one to love. And i cried all the way home.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

My Splendid Night Life!!

Whom ever told that the Small towns do not have a night life, should be shot at sight. [Oops.."I" said that :) ]
Well, Small Towns have a night life, you just need to come in terms with it.. For example.. tonight, after dinner at 8, I had a long chat with H on absurdities in her life for a while, then when she retired, what shall i do? Night isnt over for me. i am into night as bad as a bat. So, what did i do, Had a looong bath, then studied + watched TV (more TV n less books, as you guessed) till 2.15. When the studying got no where and the TV got rather idiotic in the lack of good programmes, i switched it off and came to my fetching room.. (fetching in the sense that i have to FETCH if i need to find something :P ) i thought of cleaning my room, so silently ran about it and cleaned the cupboards, and sweeped and all ( yeah, really!) and its only 3.15 am. Night is still young, so thought i would step into internet, peep into others lives, and develop my Gossip IQ. 
So, thus goes a typical small town night life.. Well, it certainly is Night, and Isn't this Life??
Good Night Guys..

NB: Good Bye to Dada aka Ganguly..
PPS: dad's TMT (treadmill test) tomorrow, i hope he is alright.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Miss. Amoeba, 25, single and ready for binary fission!

I am tired of being single. People are kinder towards murderers.. especially in small towns.. And what happens to those who used to hang out with you after their marriage? :X
So, In my next life, am gonna be an Amoeba.. So that, when ever i feel lonely, i can just do a binary fission and create a brand new person for me! Then i would never be lonely! and, does amoebas bother each other with silly questions? :O Nay, i don't think so.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Monsoon.. The water which kindles the fire.. (ok, this was a tourism ad slogan, but true)

I know hundreds of people who hates monsoons. The monsoons in kerala. The stormy powerful destructive force of nature in full form. Its the time you hunch when you walk, before the mighty rain, holding on to your dear belongings, trying not to get angry splatters. The time your anger surges up due to piling of wet clothes, moist dry clothes, dirty window sills, water on floor, little children bringing the seal of monsoon on their shoes and decorate your home with it...

I have, for my entire life, loved rain. Once i have mentioned to a friend that water is my essential element because i never get enough of it. I have loved monsoon from my childhood, from when i was 5 years or so. I was a very silent and thoughtful kid, not like the current me.I used to love walking in rain and getting my feet wet on the way to school. The first day of school used to be the first day the monsoon makes its mark, in the first week of June. The wait to use the brand new printed umbrella, the excitement of new school days, the new books, the earthly smell of soil when it first rains, the fun of walking in puddles, the cancellation of assembly, standing in the corridor and stretching your hands to catch the rain drops.....i can still feel the sensation of cold water on my hands. Ice cold, and the excited shrieks of friends...
In monsoon period, everyone shifted to indoor games, which i loved. i was a lazy arse and running around always made me feel inferior.

In boarding (6th to 12th), i was in a daze. I don't know what was wrong with me there, i hated the boarding with a vengeance, and it hated me back. I don't remember much of those days, except that the school was closed during June, the first month of monsoon. So i spent that time at home with monsoon special fried eatables and TV. The memories of rain those times are of me not wanting to go to school and sitting in a car with all my belongings and looking at the rain splattering windows on the way and crying.

In college the monsoons were the most happiest times i remember. My college was on a hill and the wind was too heavy. When it rained all of a sudden,we would run fast through corridors for cover, as the rain just drenched the whole lengh of corridors. Most of our study leaves collided with monsoons, its damn difficult to study when it rains and all you feel like is either stare at it or curl under a blanket and sleep. Me and H used to study in the corridors and it was fun watching a calm rain, but it was more fun when the violent rain would come and rip me and H off our comfort and scatter our notes all over and we would run after those laughing to collect them. The rain also made us wear sweaters. In kerala, well, in most parts of kerala, a sweater is like a water cooler in Green land. But the monsoon was so cool that we would dig the sweaters out, and wear them day and night.
Monsoon doubled the effect of laziness in me, making me sleep all day bunking the classes and sleep through the rainy afternoon. And monsoons made me very creative. Many of my legendary letters were written in rainy afternoons by the window.

Later home and now, job..( at the resort, it rains in the sea, which is a whole new vision..)
Till now, monsoon rules kerala as well as my heart. It is an indescribable feeling, Heavenly, as well as Earthly.. I dunno if anyone got that. Just come down, and experience... You will give it better definitions..