lolita

The most disgusting book i have ever read is 'lolita', a novel by Vladimir Nobokov. Written and published n 1955. Reason behind reading the book was because its considered among the best in english literature.It was also featured among the Times top 100 best english novels. Before taking up this book i read quite a few reviews, and none of them gave me a preview on what was the content. Almost all of them praised the author for the different narrative style, which i too agree. What i disagree is on the content. In this book the narrator/author is obsessively in love with a 12 year old girl, now isnt that disgusting? As wikepedia says the protagonist here is an unreliable narrator, as in we cannot be sure if its a real story or not!. I cant believe that the book was not banned or stopped from publishing when Salman Rushdie's Satanic versus is banned in this age.
In the book the protagonist Humbert Humbert is not only 'obsessively' in love with the small girl but gets intimate with her too, if you know what i mean. Lolita is the nick name that he puts for the little girl. He has also coined a word called Nymphet for girls in the age group of 9 and 13.
Many of you would have seen the movie already made in the same name. Yet to watch it!
The book itself disturbed me emotionally, cant say how the movie would.

anna hazare

So whats with our government? Has it not done enough already to paint its face black?. to tell the truth im already tired of watching news channels blaring about Mr. Anna. nothing substantial is coming out of all his fasts and ramdevs out of the world yoga poses. All these tamasha and hullabaloo is for getting the jan lokpal bill passed in the parliament right? there is no immediate change or any drastic sort of change ushered in. there are so many bills passed in this country which dont see the light of the day.the law will always exist but who implements it completely?. So does the jan lokpal committe believe that once the bill is passed, the job is done?
i believe these kind of movements and drive against corruption must be for some immediate and drastic change. Just like the ones that happened in egypt.why not fast and strike against the government for punishing the people ruling this country who are such shameless buggers, immediate action against those found culprit

boring office :(

After a week long vacation, back to office. I am totally out of sync with office work ,nevertheless to say didn’t even read all the mails. I wish I could sit at home all day long and not worry about anything. It’s a blissful feeling I must admit. Last week was something close to that. But the sad part in that is I was kinda walking like an old gag who has rickets, I had boils in my knees which was paining like hell and hence the walk.

But there were days in that week too where I did some work. I learned a bit of cooking. I learned to cook sambar, cabbage curry, and other kerala dishes. I even dared to make custard for dessert. The only problem with the custard was I didn’t add enough sugar. phew!!! a dessert which is not sweet. !!

And apart from cooking I also learned that wearing a saree and maintaining it for an entire day is nothing short of a herculean task. I wonder how ladies including my mother just drape it on within minutes and walk about doing all the household and office chore with it. To tell the truth  I felt suffocated but cannot deny the feminine feeling it imparts. I felt like a grown up. J.

Back  to office, with three of my colleagues gone, doesn’t feel like the pace to be. Even the much awaited tea sessions seems not so appealing.

On a summer dusk...

 Long long ago on a summer dusk

I woke up to a feeling that

I now know is love.

Whats that feeling I had thought

Is it nausea or sleeplessness or a hunger problem

It had sent my pulses high and sweat was dripping down my brows

I asked my maids, whats this all about

They laughed at my silliness and went about their way

Then I saw him at the far end of the garden

I had my pulses high again

I knew then I had lost my heart

To that hazel eyes vying me

 like arrows , Piercing right through my soul

his long tresses and the curls had me winded

it’s a wonderous joy when you discover

that sweet surrender to your lover

Oh yes, its kinda love.

We played among the flowers and the fields

Swans were our company ,it all felt right

But time had come for him to leave

It was time for the harvest again,

Though it pained him, he had to go

But he promised with all his heart.

He would be back to ask for my hand

I lie here staring into empy space

Waiting for him with honour

a time lapse !

She  couldn’t remember what happened in the last one hour. She tried very hard, but it just wouldn’t appear in her head. She wondered loudly, ‘ I feel like I wasn’t alive the last one hour, maybe I had a blackout…’

She went on with her daily chores, washing the dishes and then the clothes, scrubbing the floor and other things. After she was finished with the daily routine, she looked at the clock, still 2 hours left for the kids to return from school. She decided to do some gardening. She didn’t have what you would call The green fingers, but she loved flowers, any flower in any shape and color, but the more intricate the design, the more she would keep looking at its beauty. She went to the garage  and searched among the old leftover boxes and items for a spade. Something got stuck in her feet and she looked down upon and it was a  painting, a beautiful one. Wonderstuck as anyone would get, when you find a fresh painting in your own garage when absolutely no one paints in your home.

All of a sudden Her head started aching terribly. As usual she suspected the migraine.

She went up to her bedroom and popped in her usual tablets and lied down for a quick nap.

Her kids came back home from work apprehensively, they never knew to whom they were coming home to. Each day each person would welcome them.,sometimes lovingly and sometimes swearing. They had learned to adjust long back. They prayed it should be the one who draws. They liked  her more than their mom’s real self.

 They were little kids in school when their family doctor revealed to them, their mother has been diagnosed with multiple personality disorder!!

photo challenge 4 - something green!!!

                                                                                                                                                     

Isnt it such a beautiful feet? well its not mine :(

right at the same day one of my colleagues wore a green sandal and green nail polish. It looked stunning on her.

i had plans to put picture of some plants growing in our hostel.(pappu bhaiyyas own plants ;P) but coudnt resist uploading the below one ;)

photo challenge 3 - clouds !!!

There was a small drizzle yesterday evening and this photo was taken just after that.. the sky was so bright and clear .