parents n kids....

Remember how much you loved nestling against your mother at night? Like it’s the safest place in the world, no harm can reach you….

The day outs with dad, watching him work on his car n trying to leap high enough to help him?

Parents, they are all the world we know before we know anything…, I look back and wonder is it so difficult for them to understand us? Like our demands have outreached and trampled their experiences? Why this over cautious and over protective attitude?

Well for some reason I do understand they don't want us to repeat the mistakes that they did, and for other its normal to protect young ones, even anthropology speaking animals have natural tendency to protect their young ones, (mammals specifically)

But nature manifests growth in different ways,

Caterpillar has to go through a very painful process before it finally has those delicate wings for flight,

The first flight of the baby birdie is crucial one, after that they are free to go…

So when for a human being is right time to choose his own direction?

When we get married? Oh c'mon…till then the foundation of career is almost cemented,

When our parents can be sure that we won't err??

To err is human, to screw up is very human, n to screw up n mess completely is super humanly!!!

Jokes apart, but its very important that you should have trust in the one you love, just let them do what they want to, if they are your kids, your best friends, your buddies….

Bcoz if its about life, its about mistakes, redemption…n so the list goes on,

Why do we move shielding our every emotion like it never existed (I definitely act numb)

Life is not how high you reach stepping on others, its about getting up 101th time if you fall for 100th!

Tell your parents today that you love them but sorry can't back off on your dream…n as for my ongoing experiments with my parents, please don't bother to ask about that, it’s a nuclear process,

Sometimes fusion, most times fission!

me trying to understand myself....

My parents are yet to know the entire episode, episode that I am not going for b.tech, episode that all I can do is English honors...
Because according to the frame of mind they are supposedly in, my father has a complete data programmed for my life, a b.tech degree, a government job…..
That’s how it goes, the only problem is I choose to drop out of engineering college n try my luck ….
Few days ago, a friend of mine just asked me if I am doing all this just for the fact its rebellious?
Yep it is rebellious,
But if it’s the only fact that keeps me going? I have my doubts…
There was a time when I gauged life on the basis of how much money I could make, how much of a brilliant mind I could be thought of…(just the part where you wear the appreciation of others, as soon as you reach the doorstep, it droops like a lifeless n worthless tag)
I have been through this stage quite a lot of time,
1. I could have taken up writing n managed with an engineering degree,
2. Just do b.tech n then do whatever you want to…
3. It ensures a job
4. Its all what everybody around me is doing….
5. You have wasted a year of your life, its not the 'right time' to back up
N this list is interminable…
I am not a 3 idiots worshiper, its not what I do well, I never follow directions properly, I just dive in make my own mistakes, let people have their snide comments of 'I told you so'
What if I don't wanna be taught?
What if I want to risk it?
Ba honors in English in my mother's eyes is too inferior to consider,
Guess why I decided to finally take the plunge?
Think like me for a minute,
Life is teemed of infinite moments, you have a way with your brain, you treat it logically following orders,
Do you have a way with your heart?
I don't…
My decisions are run by it,
In this life, All I wanna do is write, read, learn, explore n experience….
Because when I write, or when I read I understand the beauty of it, you can't blame an artist for the person he is, because he feels he's been sent on earth for just one thing,
He doesn't fabricate the love he feels for his work, he carries emotions….
The distant I grow from doing what I want, the more sadist I am….
N when it comes to writing, I'll write, I'll show my crap to my friends, I'll write n stick my poems n stories outside publisher's offices…I'll write n get rejected, I'll cry n I'll write n if nothing I could possibly make of my life I'll just write…
Coz that's what I really want to….
Guess I hear a doorbell, its time I get down on my feet n explode the news to my parents...
 

scattered

 every hurt I save myself from,

and every pain I feel yet ignore,

For every emotion I decided to go numb,

Its all scattered….scattered before my very own eyes!

The idea of hiding that I ossified,

The scars that I thought I survived,

They are scattered…

Here n everywhere!

Like my world has come to an end,

The waves knocked me over,

Like I lost I somehow thought all I had,

Yet it shifted before my very own eyes,

N now the ruins are scattered,

Scattered here n everywhere….

five poems that keeps me going......

I am nobody….by Emily Dickinson

I am nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too!

Then there's pair of us- don't tell!

They had banish us, you know!

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day,

Ta an admiring bog!

To hell with the technical interpretation, for me this poem reflects friendship…

You are just nobody, I m just nobody, we are two together, who cares what the world thinks?

When I have fears that I may cease to be, by john Keats...

When I have fears that I may cease to be

      Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,

    Before high piled books, in charactry,

  Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,

  Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

  Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

  That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

  Of unreflecting love; -- then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

Here Keats discuss what every creative person has nightmares about, dying before establishing him or her as an artist...

Ah are you digging my grave by Thomas hardy...

"Ah, are you digging on my grave,

My loved one? -- planting rue?"

-- "No: yesterday he went to wed

One of the brightest wealth has bred.

'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,

'That I should not be true.'"

"Then who is digging on my grave,

My nearest dearest kin?"

-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!

What good will planting flowers produce?

No tendance of her mound can loose

Her spirit from Death's gin.'"

"But someone digs upon my grave?

My enemy? -- prodding sly?"

-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate

That shuts on all flesh soon or late,

She thought you no more worth her hate,

And cares not where you lie.

"Then, who is digging on my grave?

Say -- since I have not guessed!"

-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,

Your little dog , who still lives near,

And much I hope my movements here

Have not disturbed your rest?"

"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...

Why flashed it not to me

That one true heart was left behind!

What feeling do we ever find

To equal among human kind

A dog's fidelity!"

"Mistress, I dug upon your grave

To bury a bone, in case

I should be hungry near this spot

When passing on my daily trot.

I am sorry, but I quite forgot

It was your resting place."

No comments for this one, just I love it!

I can write the saddest lines tonight, by Pablo Neruda

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured

and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.

I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.

Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.

The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,

my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.

My heart looks for her: she is not with me

The same night whitens, in the same branches.

We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,

my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,

and these are the last lines I will write for her.

The road not taken by Robert frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

        5

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

        10

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

        15

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

        20

The shadow

"Its the same black sky, and I could sense its about to rain, still I grieve for all the days that are gone, for the love I have lost….Its all grief, the houses that we made are long destroyed by the waves…I am still standing here waiting for the tides to gulp me the way it did to him…"

She said contemplating the moonless sky…

"its all part of the journey"  a shadow answered,

"such pain? How can such a feeling be a part of anyone's  journey?"

The shadow was silent,

"you don't even know the answer, you don't even know what's wrong with me, you just said what you thought might be 'appropriate'  " the girl shouted,

"yes you are right…I don't even know the answer….i lost love too, shouted the way you just did, before I lost myself to the tide. Now here I am  just a wandering soul without flesh and bones, I still have no answers! "

"where would I get my answers from?"

"you  need  to  live  through  it….don't die, don't give up! You might help me  in reaching  for my answers too…. "

The shadow said and disappeared.

love

Love in what context I am talking about?
Love that you feel for your parents? For the smart guy down the lane? Or just a connection you have with your friends….
If I narrow down the dictionary meaning, here it goes…
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
Beg your pardon but that’s what dictionary says, there are certainly more…
Just a few month before I asked all my love stricken friends(the one left were actually lucky, trust me!)
What conceivable notion they have about love, I seriously got some interesting answers…
One of my friend said, its only god he feels has truly loved us…all other have appeared in front of him as crap..
Other was, which most of the people said, loving someone with all their imperfections,
There were so many interesting, well said definitions, that guys I am grateful that you actually let me get inside your head,
My problem still remain the same,
Ayn rand in fountainhead has this girl Dominique who can't bear the thought of world destroying the man he loves and lusts…
She is determined to destroy him before the world does, practically fails ,then she is determined to destroy herself before the man goes down the gloomy drain,
Its been two years I first read the book, still can't comprehend what this woman was thinking!
Novels does provide insights, like when I read Paulo Coelho's by the river piedra I   sat down and wept, I was pretty clear that I somehow felt the exact same way as protagonist does, the way it developed and finally she reaches to the conclusion of her journey, I was sitting and reading with puffed cheeks…
It was like…"man! Even she is fine now!"
My problem is I could contradict every point people explained about love,
But this last one, which a dear friend of mine said without a blink,never
Guess what she said?
I asked her "gal, define what is love?"
She said the name of guy she loved!
Isn't it that simple n encompasses all things?
Imperfections+ care+ possession+ trust…..
The list goes on,
 but that's exactly it is, why define an emotion which tangles more you try to break it down…
Its love, it is just the way it is, you can't help it!

Where will this cynicism go?

When I open eyed watch those star,

All you could see is the smoke that billows,

When I murmur about sun,

'Its about thousands years or so' 

Where will this cynicism go?

Is that's what the black hole made of?

All the dark energy and matter,

culminated by the human devils , demons and pessimism...

Fills up this mysterious  interstellar ,

Even if star are luminous balls,

They still make me smile,

my question stays the same,

Where will this cynicism go?

The lava that splurges out,

Washing the entire civilization,

Tsunami that erupts,

Destroying  nations,

Aren't they bad enough?

Why can't negativity watch its words?

Just a tinge of hope won't hurt...

grime off the society!

Where does a woman fits in social hierarchy system? Kudos to all the soaps we know she is 'ghar lakshmi'  the one who silently waits at the doorstep for hubby to enter, rushes with a glass of water, organizes kitchen, manages household, kids (in soaps counter attack for vamps!)

That's it?

The role diminishes within the household? what if someone wants to look over the social circus? Wants a life for herself different then system permits?

When I first read Elizabeth Gilbert's eat pray love, I was astounded by very fair and simple question she asked,

Most people view their success in reflection of their children, their marriage, n other trivial things…

What if someone wants a self made single life,?

 where does these people fit in the society?

It’s a unswerving  notion in India if  a girl is above thirty, unmarried, she better grab whatever prospective guy she could manage,

Hilarious yet true!

Who the hell decide when two people should get married? Its not something as important as corruption or terrorism?

Why should woman set themselves within the realms of male dominant society, if we are independent enough to nurture our self, content with single life, why does this sword of age keeps hanging?

Learn to cook, learn to be pleasant…all coz your in laws demand that from you?

Is it a slave trade camouflaged by marriage?

Let go of this thing, I haven't yet done the onerous task of discussing female infanticide, dowry system n other such evils!

There are hell lot of things woman in India  should be ready to deal with !

five movies you should definitely try, they might be tragic but the overall experience of watching a love story carved on your heart is really rhapsodic:)
(note:- titanic is excluded from the list coz its already famous n beautiful bla bla bla...)


5. Typical high school romance, yet i really find jesse character adorable, the boy girl interactions...we are just friends assumptions, the way he hides his cancer...all of it, i love it....damn! i don't even care if critics slaughtered the movie!

5

4. walk to remember:- when i watch this one, it feels like i am watching bible of love birds..it has all the contents of sweetness mixed in right proportions...

 3. ATONEMENT:- the suggest able name should be 'how kids can screw up love story' its tragic, you really want the girl (keira knightley) to finally have a happy ending...but it does leave a great impression, great work of art...she looks OMG skinny, overall its beautiful!

3BRIGHT STAR:-The legendary love story of Keats and his neighbor brawne…beautiful, poetic, romantic….try this one out!   

THE PAINTED VEIL:-
 this one is phenomenal... not just because i read the novel beforehand...every dialog, every interaction that takes place in a poverty stricken Chinese village worth million watch. you fall in love with this movie, its about transformation, understanding, difficulties....the moment i completed it, i knew i won't get over this love story...


 

five experiences....

This post is just my experience and blatant announcement that it felt really cool…
Five things you should try….
1. Travel alone to a place! (just a day out in my case, considering my parents would quite not like the idea of a weekend)
2. Screw a recipe, I tried  cake the first time! It rocked, the second time, it shocked, so rite now I have two recipes credited to me, Chocó cake and cake halwa….
3. Try gym…(if your trainer is a hotty…the better)
4. Watch a horror movie alone! Right in the middle of night…
5. Talk to a complete stranger,(one who seems like a good fellow, don't sue me if it turns out to be disaster! In my case it rocked)

where light breaks....

Patti Callahan Henry novel's WHERE LIGHT BREAKS is an easy going work of art that discuss about the emotional strain woman is going through in her love life and abandonment issues.

I sound like some reviewer least interested in the book, just read for the heck of it!

I better write it my way, here it is...

The story encompasses two lifetimes, one lived by a ninety year old Irish woman and other one by Kara, whose getting married to this handsome golfer(why always hot guys ?) her mother died young, choosing to die over fighting with cancer. Her first love has to elope saving himself and his mother from alcoholic father..leaving void in a fourteen year old Kara's heart...

Woman has serious issues, the story paces when a ninety year old woman  shares her story, changes the way Kara deals with her life!

the best thing novel does for me is how it stresses on the fact how stories can shape up our life, give us a chance to think, save us from drowning, binds generations..

  the novel is smooth, gets boring at time, not insanely romantic(thank god!), lots of sea stuff, (house near the beach), traces of Irish history...

I wish there were just few moments of humor…because there are none…

I love few quotes, intense and witty…

If u are a couch potato like me, have nothing much to do, try the book,….

one hell of a day:)

Its normal to be mad at everything around when you have a really back paining night sleeping on a couch…to add to the disgust, its your big BIRTHDAY!!

Story of my life, my birthday has been a great disappointment all my school life, something you pay for being born at the wrong time of the year(summer vacations!!),

So I wrote in my diary the following points yester night:-
1. you are not gonna expect anything out of the blue..

2.you won't be angry if people forget your birthday, its ok!

3.don't mope around waiting for lightning to strike or some miracle to happen, or some amazing story associated to this day…

Last year I was sorta alone, except my best friend joined me and I remember one of the most adorable memory of my life, sitting on a park bench, songs plugged in, resting in peace…

She wasn't around this time:(

Two of my friends I was deadly hoping to see could possibly be busier…

It unfurled in a way this morning that probably I was alone, honestly, disgustingly n restlessly alone…

All my hopes dropped to negative,

After 3pm something pretty great happened!

My friend who should have been going somewhere came, yeah just for five minutes….

But doesn't the whole thing counts?

Instantly I was smiling, n I do remember my cuz messing up my room, power cut, even the humidity n shitty weather….but those few moments made my day!

When I see those people I was stranger to few months before, I am almost delighted how great I screwed up... Sometimes its not about reaching there, its about the journey…u mite discover beautiful people n true friends who could come all the way just to brighten up your day:)

The perfect touch to my day was a letter I received from my friend I was missing a lot….

Now when I am writing today's diary, I am happy, contented n looking back to it all 'yeah god ur plans are better then mine!':)

Thank you guys for everything….

for the one i would love!

On my 19th birthday I wanna write something, I look back to n still feel same about (my thoughts are sorta ever changing!!)

So if goes cheesy please be soft with this!!

(the one dedicated to my daughter!)

At your 16th birthday,

I'll make sure I tell you,

You can be anything in this world,

Except being unhappy…

May be I won't talk about my unconditional love,

May be I would on purpose pass by watching you fall,

But you'll always have a place in the world,

Baby that's my heart…

You could possibly be a mountaineer,

Make sure you have one of those satellite phone,

Or whatever the best technology is,

Coz I have really cried my eyes out in 127 hours…

Or  just be a nursery teacher,

Hopping around with little monsters…

I'll never drag you into my aura of expectations…

Coz I know how it drains the very life in you…

Be outrageous in love,

Don't stick to rules,

Something you might teach me…

N wherever you go,

Whatever you make of this world,

Don't let the world try n make something of you,

That you don't want to…

Travel the globe,

No damn restrictions…

You won't be the part of social circus,

I hope I teach you enough,

How to avoid those sly, gibberish comment,

Without holding shreds of bitterness.

When you just wanna cry,

Wanna be accepted for the person you are,

 when dusk perches on your window,

I'll lit the lamp,

Listen to all your 'sobbish slurs'

When you hold back nothing,

I know you'll pull yourself through…

I ask you again,,

You can be anything except unhappy in this world.

freedom!!

Recently I had a quality conversation with my best friend over freedom, what exactly this word symbolize with reference to humans…freedom is when you stop searching for something? Is it leading  a desire free life? So is depression….

Who draws the line between being care free to being self centered?

Again what freedom stands for? When will I say 'I am absolutely free' and mean it….when I am away from eyes always expecting from me? When I know I have complete power over my destiny? When I know no one in this world can hurt me anymore? When I'll walk free without being demanded  any explanation?

This lists never terminates…so does my quest what freedom and liberation stands for? Because I know no matter where I hide I won't be able to protect myself from hurts, feelings and temptations…I won't transform into a sage dwelling in a forest and to my dismay no matter how brilliant I turn I won't be able to control everything that happens to my life (not being fatalistic…but we all witness certain interjections by fate) so I'll never feel a sense of absolute freedom….

 honestly I felt it the day I took a major decision in my life. Though I was not free from any of these ( screwed up quite honestly) . I sat and accepted myself the way I am, hoping that someday I'll be better

(still hoping!!). Accepting no matter what happens I'll cry on n on and get over it! (how long will sadness haunt you if you accept it?). I am no more afraid of being sad  because I know once I fall I'll stand again…

It a whole process, why stop n wonder  what's wrong with me? There's nothing wrong…happens with everybody!

And about me ,I am still not free, not in control of my feelings or destiny…yet when I remember that particular memory I know how I gotta deal with my gloomy thoughts…

Guys let me know what freedom stands for you…your definition of it :)

if you still have patience for vampires!!

Last night before I finally dozed off I decided to push my luck a bit farther then  Miss fate would have liked! I decided I should watch one hell of a romantic horror movie (complete package!)

I heard about this Swedish movie let the right one in , it’s a vampire love story of twelve years old based on a better novel, claimed thousand times better then twilight (possibly most movies are...).  I decided I'll apply all my trenchant criticism and meticulous observation, comparing the two!!

twilight	let the right one in
ROUND 1 VAMPIRY ASPECTS….
guy vampire	girl vampire!! (vamp + girl= tearing guys apart!)
17 years ,(original age hundred n something, who cares? )	12 years ( ambiguous)
Edward shows not even traces of vampire characteristics…no fangs, following a girl around (despo)	she kills people (what else do you want?) her eyes shines, can't control her urges, looks gross with blood stains….can catch fire when exposed to direct sunlight

Round 2 reality check
this one is a complete fairytales, even when his chest sparkles, I wonder which brand he used…Edward remained single for more then a century!!!!	Its more about a guy being bullied and finding warmth in the shelter of someone powerful
Howcome he could control his after urges, especially the way ,He reacted the first time…                                                                                    (if I drool once at the site of pav bhaji it will happen every time!)	She visits him after a hearty dinner…

So better movie award goes to 'let the right one in' (you need to watch the movie to unravel why its titled so?), its close to reality (obviously if vampire existed), tinge of sweetness and most of all it has no sequels  that make wanna puke….        

Wondering why I pushed my luck so far? Watched this one with mom, she hates my choices more then ever:<

anti fairy talesssssss!!

Loved fairy tales?? I know they screwed girls all over the world…so I decided to dig a bit…

The very first 'fairy' word came around Chaucer time in fourteenth century…it meant fairy knight or elf…

When these fables became popular, fairy tales referred to unusually happy bla bla bla…

I wonder why they let us read that crap? Wait for prince n all…so here I being very truthful wrote a fairy tale, very close to reality..hope my friends enjoy:)

Once upon a time there lived three beautiful princess K, P and R at a not so far away castle. Being witty and beautiful they were in demand,(have I mentioned its not for children?)

The princesses in order to protect themselves were gifted with a humongous dog by saint Bernard,(ring a bell?)

They named him 'busty'(it wasn't my idea…). One beautiful evening they received an invitation to the biggest wedding ever, the princesses were determined to find their charming prince there…in order to be groomed in the best way, they consulted their fairy god mother S.

The three princesses had to overcome their own set of problems.

 fairy god mother s said,

Princess k  need to forget the beautiful chest she had dreams about…(:P)

Princess p need to stop being over thoughtful.(:p)

Princess r need to heal her heart…(:<)

Anyway it was impossible, still they tried n when the time came…the whole castle was turned upside down.

Finally the three princesses entered the wedding, looking beautiful and splendid (hyperbole!). As they were about to began their exploration they were struck by a curse, the curse was widely known as the 'gossip curse'. Princesses forgot their aim and bitched and gossiped about every other princess in the wedding.

Fairy god mother finally did the counter magic and broke the curse.

 princess r saw among the crowd the most magnificent creature, she cried to her friend "he is the one, I am telling you." (she said for the millionth time)

Princess  p saw  her soul mate, he was dressed in the most beautiful attire,

Princess k was confused with many.

The whole ceremony took place blissfully. To the disappointment of princess R bride was a powerful witch who was marrying the beautiful creature.

She saw the love of her life marrying a witch,(tragedy!)

In the meantime princess p discovered the beautiful attire guy was a dwarf(comedy!), so he didn't stand a chance, princess k dropped the idea and reluctantly admitted that night was a disappointment.

The three princesses sadly went back to their castle without a prince, resumed their freaking life at a not so far away land. 

So here's the ending girls and moral too…if you wanna search the love of your life, look desperate and roam alone! (n no gossip !)

Bitten n smitten by the writing bug….

It  began very early, but I ignored the early symptoms of this disorder. I know its  not normal to be wide awake in the middle of the night working my strange mind, over how beautifully ayn rand has created the entire plot (yepse, a fountainhead worshipper! ), or how many parallels life of shepherd has with our very own personal journey,  (song of my life , alchemist!) , crying and laughing my heart out with Elizabeth Gilbert (we have a strong Gemini connection...) in eat pray love. The strange hallucinations, dispositions where I need to have a pen n paper, n even if I wanna cry, I'll write a poem about it n then work on my tears…(I'm done with the second stanza..Mr. tears you can come now). Writing and reading are   two such things that comes naturally to me, its as natural as going gaga after watching tom cruise in top gun n MI's...

Writing a blog means two things for me, firstly I'll hopefully come out of self created( very comfy )shell,

Secondly I'll write…I have no idea where this gonna take me, this might come out loud as my way of answering few people I never dared to talk in person,(I m not a chicken! I just zip my mouth tight at wrong moments)  or its gonna be just usual…

I read a lot, I am a literature fanatic, I worship Keats…I would have lovingly married him back then…

I scribble like a million times a day, most of it is embarrassing so I'll spare you the disgust, I am a complete  movie buff. I can watch movie till my eyes get gruffly n puffy…I hate to blink when Bruce Willis is saving the world , king's first 'stammer free'  speech is being delivered

in short this blog will be about me n my insatiable desire to write...