Amazingly I Am

This is a movie based on the novel written by 'Scott Heim' based on child sexual abuse. The movie shows the causes and the effect of the child abuse. Two small kids were turned into gay's at their early ages by their base ball coach. Both the kids grow up with different remembrances of the incident which happens one night when they were molested together by their coach. The kids grew up differently, one almost forgets the incident and had believed that he was stuck by the aliens and the cause of the nose bleeding and the weird dreams is related to the UFO which he'd seen when he was young. The other kid turns into a hustler and remembers and infact cherishes the incident which is somehow ironic with the kinds of destroyed life he was living after moving to New York. Though both the kids were teammates in the game but they dint meet each other till the movie was about to come to an end. The one kid which turned into a hustler is Neil McCormick and the other one is Bria

Just sitting in my IPR class on that day, I was listening to what my teacher was saying but just one word flew my imaginations to some other world and I started writing something and that something is what I am going to write here now.... Search, search, search Where are you hiding? I am looking for you It’s Dark now Come back home dear Don’t trouble me so much! I hope a miracle happens You come and sit beside me Talking to me, you fall asleep Dreaming about your destiny, smiling mysteriously Looking at you, I keep wondering Is it me you are seeing? Curiosity makes me ill Wandering mind remains still Thinking and guessing the dream My heart stops beating Oh! Come back to life, you seem dead Wake up and open your eyes Let me know you are still alive Don’t make me loose the confidence Confidence in you and me Let this miracle be the reality For me to keep breathing Waiting, waiting, waiting, The time is flowin

5th September is the day for teachers. Today I am going to write about some incidents happened in the day. Started wishing my school days teachers through mail and they were glad to receive mails from me. I was kind of nostalgic when it came down to thinking about my school days, teachers day used to be celebrated with lot of fun. There used to be a small cultural program, the students used to become teachers and used to take classes on behalf of the teachers and the teachers used to act like students while few selected students imitated them in the classes. Those were the days my friend which are afresh in my mind even today. In this university, there are no celebrations as such on teachers day but we tried our best to make this day a little special for our teachers by our own small ways we could do it with like wishing the teacher as soon as the teacher arrives in the class. There were some hilarious incidents too which happened in the day. When I wished one of my senior teachers, he

Train to Pakistan.. a celebrated novel by Khushwant Singh, which has been translated into many other foreign languages and is accepted as one of the classics of modern Indian fiction. The bold novel recites a tale of Blood and the ill-fate of the partition which took place in 1947 when India got independence. The book when published was titled as 'Mano Majra ' but is now known as 'Train to Pakistan' The story revolves around a small village called Mano Majra where there are only three prominent buildings, A Gurudwara (a sikh temple), a mosque and a home of the moneylender Lala Ram Lal . The characters in the novel are described by the Author in beautiful way. Lets talk about each one of them individually and the story related to them. Staring with Lala Ram Lal , in the novel, he doesn't have a specific role because he is killed in the first half of the story but the author has tried to keep him alive by revolving the other characters around it. He was a big

That thing called LOVE.. this is a novel by Tuhin A Sinha, apparently this is his first novel which basically explores the relationships in the contemporary, urban set up of Mumbai. I somehow do not agree with the caption as featured. The novel is not only about the life at Mumbai and the relationships shared by the couples coming all over India to live in that city but its could be said that the novel talks about unwanted circumstances which makes a life of an individual hell even though the so called thing 'love' tries to creep in which subsequently is the sole reason for the devastating end of the novel. When I started reading the novel it more or less seemed to be almost like the movie 'metro' but i can now safely conclude that it isnt that similar with the author tried to use such circumstances in the novel that would simply happen in an on going life. There are two characters around whom the novel is circled. Its Revathi, the married female who was happily living

5th August, the first sunday of august is considered to be Friendship day, when the clock showed me 12 in the night, i started wishing my friends "happy friendship's day". I had no plans of celebrating the day because i thought i wont be able to because none of the people around here are so much into celebrating it and all. so i slept after wishing friends and got up late in the morning. though a friend of mine woke me up in the morning because we had to go for the NLU green club meeting but after dressing up, i lay down on my bed again because the meeting was at 9 and still 10 minutes were left..but to my surprise i missed the meeting and got up straight around 11 a.m. and looking at my watch, i realized that its too late now.. he he.. gave food to my fish and then was just sitting and checking mails when suddenly got a message from anushri on gtalk. she was asking about the plans for food. and i just said i will cook and hence i cooked food for me, anushri and saudamini

well this is something i have written today but is again untitled as usual... Underneath the colours of red and white Catching a glimpse of what it may seem Is it fury or tranquility? Waiting to swathe u fully! Wandering around its own silhouette Trying to embrace the thinking With eyes wide open but mind undecided! Wrapped with the colour of red The smooth tongue is on the bed Speaking with clever words, asking for reasons to confer Trembling lips wanting to speak but fury is the master Getting inside the heart and tearing it apart, Throws down the weapons, for peace to start! Bathed with the colour of white Breathing the air very light Alone in the grip of silence, with a sigh of love Grey shadows trying to grab but tranquility is the queen Transforming the wrath of evil serene Conquering the darkness, it gleams! With the sunshine holding the flag of joy Red and white come along the way Stealing the hatred, finding a new ray Throu

well it rained here this evening and this is what i could come up with... Its raining here like little babies cry Its raining very cutely I wish I could play in the rain But I cant coz its not the time to do the same I miss the rain and the play I miss the time I was a child The way I could jump and fall Ah! I Miss my sisters right now I am alone and its raining What a sad day it is? The smell of the wet sand The rainbow in the sky The drops falling all over me Has caught me with this malady Why do I have to experience this? The feeling I am getting makes me sad I am missing the time I had While the wind blows and caresses my face I am not sure if I can make through the rain Ah! I am standing here feeling blue Watching people move up and down The dark clouds have filled the sky The lightning is giving a good try But I am alone and I am stuck I am missing and I am lost Oh Please anyone take me home...!! ------------------------------------------------- cnt write anything... a lil s

I Am quiet! Am I allright? I need a glass of wine But does it really make u fine? Its time I guess, to realize I have moved on in my life I don't know what lies ahead May be Heaven, May be Hell I am ready to smoke out Whatever may be the end For its time to realize Life is not a Lie Every moment is a surprise Greeting me in a different guise I have no where to escape But to keep those dreams at bay Bitter but its truth, I say With each passing time, Life turns into Enigma again!

when i sent this latest poem of mine to few of muh frenz...they choose to reply me back in this way...one was a very cute way of replyin and the other was awesome...awesome in the sense i cldnt stop laughin at all...roflol....i was completely rollin on d floor....and imagine this second reply was by the same person about whom i already wrote..(hint..d one i think is d funniest guy accordin to me but not accordin to him) and the first reply was by a sweet fren of mine.."Varun" varun's reply... Close your eyes you will find a way Recall your goal you will not go astray Look around you, you will find someone there you are not alone for i m there Close your eyes you will find a way there is eternity in the silence just pray silence talks but you fail to interpret for it speaks that there is a goal for you which you have to strut Close your eyes you will find a way for things lost shows new path by the way Hold on, you hear a silent drop? open your window its the rain rai

i dont know what made me write these lines but believe me these are from the bottom of muh heart ...i dont know whether i have been able to express what i really wanted to express but sometimes it happens that u cnt write wht u really feel like..u just dont find right words on the right time...but anyways this is muh creation n i like it what i do.. i tried jotting down and it came out as followin... Its hard to find the way I am all on my own to stay Unfolding the biggest truth I am finding it hard even to pray This silence all around me Talks to me now But I find no reason to speak Trying to cast my memory back there I understand its all gone away Do I want it back?? Hold on, I hear a silent drop Am I crying? Are my eyes paining? Is it my tear or the rain falling? I dont want to know I pack my luggage To leave and go away To a place I have never been before To fly in the open space Discerning, I decide to walk on... Walk on with the smile on my face Walk on to the highest mountain a

okie...the words i am postin here are very funny... i was talkin to this dude called Vikram.... he claims he is not funny but he reads stuff like this(wht i will post now) and says that he thinks he isnt funny becoz people say so... i bet in this halll there wld b countless number of people who would disagree wid him but agree wid me... so here i go.. (footnote vikram) MONKEY BATH . A bath so hot, that when lowering yourself in, you go: "Oo!Oo!Oo! Aa!Aa!Aa!". PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE. The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again. BEER COMPASS. The invisible device that ensures your safe arrival home after booze, even though you're too drunk to remember where you live, how you got here, and where you've come from. SINBAD. Single working girls. Single income, no boyfriend and desperate. SALMON DAY. The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die. ASSMOSIS. The process by which people seem