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Disclaimer: I will try my best not to make it sound like a boring book review
A Fine Balance: Very realistic description of a poor man's life during emergency. The novel in it's entirety is not tragic, just a little sad, largely like a commentary on the hardships. The ending, well different story all together. Last few pages KILL you, and i mean it. I reeled in the after shock for like a day. It's sudden, swift and brutal. It leaves a bitter after taste in mouth, "How and Why" two unanswered questions like hanging like the stars when you close your eyes in sun, you just cant get rid of them.
A Thousand Splendid Suns: Another tragedy, this time a depiction of life in war torn Afghanistan throughout the communist Russian regime, subsequent war between afghan factions, Taliban and finally coalition forces. and crushed in midst of all this the lives of two women. But here lies the difference from 'A Fine..". This one wrenches your gut at every stage of novel. It's like the pages were written to make you hate the world. But the ending is satisfactory in a very bollywood-ish way. Sacrifices are made en route happiness for the last standing character.
PS I realized while writing this, i actually like the sadness embroiled in the pages. It's like I feed on human emotions be it happy, sad, angry whatever.
This brings me on to another topic, it has always given me a perverse satisfaction to peep into someones life, even if it were fictional, to be privy to his decisions, his choices, likes, dislikes. I cant put a finger on it as to why, or exactly what is it that i relish. I will someday. :)
5th October, 0215 hrs ( wide awake after a futile and rather scary attempt to sleep :D)
cant believe i am still vulnerable; although it has happened after a long time but still; it sucks to be haunted, sorta :D
i had actually forgotten about it, thanks to the sleepless nights at Joka :D
In fact this has stirred another memory, seems like another life time. Internship at Persistent after the 2nd year, me telling 'Y', who was a veritable stranger, things about me which i had never told anyone (which included my haunting nightmares :P)
should talk to 'Y' one of these days...
30 Sep. 1950 hrs
i feel supremely inadequate and overwhelmed right now !
and no, this is not the first time. In fact i seem to have a knack of landing myself in such situations.
But the good thing is, somehow i usually manage to bail myself out of it, you see god's own child has a rotten stubborn streak :D
on a separate note; X once told me i had intimacy issues. i just realized that i do, although in exactly opposite from the conventional way. and yes, X was wrong back then :P
PS i have started liking this one: "when life hands you lemons, make a fucking glass of lemonade". :S
One of those days when all you want to say is "i don't give a damn !"
or in the words of great Joseph Tribbiani "Bite Me, Blondie !" :D
I used to think second guessing someone is super cool :P, well its not.
I have seriously started thinking that X was right; although not in the sense she meant :) And my accepting this calls for gigantic amounts of courage from my side because i would rather die than realize that X has a better EQ/RQ than me :P
Arrghh, enough ranting. Talked to Y that day. Felt good :)
PS I wish i had the balls to do something outrageous in my life !
