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Jack of all trades...?

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People tend to look down upon those who are a jack of all trades and a master of none. Even parents stress upon their children to excel in the one field that they choose. They say hobbies are ok but the one thing that should drive your future should be the one that you excel in. But my heart yearns to learn almost everything that I come across, be it a great photography or a painting or an awesome novel.

For example, whenever I read about someone’s pottery experience, that they have described very vividly, I want to feel that experience. The way they are surrounded with colors, tools for pottery, pots, bowls of different shapes, brushes, and grind natural objects for colors; the way the wet clay on their hands fills them with life; and the way they feel the thrill of creating something new and artful from sheer mud—I really want to feel so, at least once in a lifetime. I want to do pottery. (One of the members of F4 in ‘Boys over Flowers’ did pottery and sold his masterpieces at the …
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Growing up and Change..

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When I think of 11 year olds, especially, boys of age 11, a particular kid’s face comes to my mind. We used to go to school together in the auto with three others from our colony, and I was in 11th grade. He was one of the cherubic kids who’d talk easily with every stranger, and gossip incessantly on any topic he got. I remember how we all played ‘Rock Paper Scissors’ back home from school and how he would wave at every stranger and passersby on the road and say “hello bhaiya”( or didi or uncle or aunty or bacchha). He would exchange pleasantries while the auto is on the go, and the strangers would be looking dumbly at him wondering, “Who is this boy? Do I know him?”. Some of them, rather, most of them were charmed by this kid’s cherubic happy attitude, and they would wave him back.





This routine of him waving at and talking to random strangers was something I really liked. Another incident comes to my mind. It was perhaps my third day at the new school, and we were waiting for the au…
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"Perks of being a wallflower"

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Perks of being a wallflower-- Stephen Chbosky



“the struggle between passivity and passion- a wild and poignant tale of ‘growing up’- high school life.”
It has been a while since i read the book, pdf file actually. And i had jotted down some of my favorite quotes in my diary, and some i got from the net. Charlie's character is so likable. He writes down whatever he thinks, sees or wonders, in form of letters to an unknown imaginary friend, each ending with "Love always, Charlie." It's the mind and innocence of a shy, high school boy that hooks the readers to the story. It's an easy read, but thought provoking. i have watched the movie recently too. it's nice, but the book is much better...

Some of my favorite quotes from the book:

"Do you always think this much, Charlie?"
"Is that bad?"I just wanted someone to tell me the truth.
"Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."
"Is that …
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A Way Back Into Love By Veronica Thatcher

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Title: A Way Back into Love Author: Veronica Thatcher Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Notion Press
Blurb: Nothing is perfect. Life is messy. Relationships are complex. Outcomes, uncertain. People, irrational. But love…well, that makes everything complicated. And when you are caught in a tangled web of secrets, lies, and complex affairs, someone is bound to get burned.
Emily Stevens is a spunky, spirited college girl whose life gets turned upside-down when she realizes she's in love with her best friend of fifteen years, Derek Thorpe. As Emily prepares to confess her feelings to Derek, something happens one night which changes her life forever. Five years later, Emily finds herself in Boston, alone and heartbroken. Will she ever be able to forget the past? And what will she find when she returns home...to the man she left behind?

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'A Way Back To Love' is a love story that is relevant in current times, where fast-paced live…
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The Hyderabad Playlist – A song story

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It is human nature to dwell in the past, worry about the future and forget all about the present. I still miss the days spent in Hyderabad. I miss the study schedules, eating out, street shopping, and the city tours. I miss the roads, the townships and the metros. But I clearly remember that I just wanted the days to pass quickly so that I could return home, while I was there. And today I miss the view from the terrace of the ladies hostel we stayed in, the floral decorations with chalk, colors and flowers, the flower market, the abundance of curd during lunch hours, the constant ‘amma’ recitals by our wardens and so much more.


One of the highlights of the hostel life in Hyderabad at Sri Kamali was queuing up for tea, puri and dosa during breakfast time, and then hurrying to secure a chair the very next moment. And conversations and complaints flowed unhindered during these hours in many languages at once- the most prominent ones being Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam, Marathi and English.…
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flute and peacock feathers

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now these give an asthetic appeal....serenity in the surroundings..
Flute is for peaceful, soothing music...that triggers the emotional corner of ur heart..,makes you nostalgic ..and takes you back to those old days of the past...which you most lovingly cherish as a memory....

And peacock feathers relate to Him, lord Krishna...(infact flute too does)...










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Behadd- A Pakistani Telefilm

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With the soulful song ‘Nindiya Re’ crooning in the background this is a simple touching story about the relationship of a single working mother, Masooma with her only teenage daughter, Maha. Directed by Asim Raza, his award winning Pakistani telefilm is bound to touch hearts especially for its unexaggerated freshness and the subtlety with which it depicts ‘selfish’ and ‘selfless’ love.

After the death of her husband in an accident, Masooma is left alone to fend for herself and take care of her introverted daughter. With time the mother and daughter grow very close, given Maha’s unwillingness to open up and make friends. She’s almost possessive of her mother, and Masooma’s over protective of her daughter. Then one day Jamal, the younger brother of Masooma’s best friend, enters their lives. Five years younger to her and divorced, Jamal is a pleasant soft spoken guy, fun to talk to and a great company in lonely times. Surprisingly Maha too likes to be around him. The trio spends a lot …
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E[x]ploring Odia Literature Through 'Punyatoya'

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Odia is my mother tongue but I had never really focussed on Odia novels, given that I love reading. Of late I realised that I should explore the culture and language of my native land, and see for myself whether it suits my reading sensibilities. I read “Jagyaseni” by Pratibha Ray a few years back, over a span of several months. It is a retelling of Mahabharata from Draupadi’s perspective, which brings about her inner turmoils, confusions, decisions, desires and dreams, really well. It was the first Odia novel I ever read. Three days back, I completed reading my second novel in Odia, coincidentally it is by the same author. “Punyatoya” - literally it means the river, or ‘as pure as the river’. It is also the name of a revered river in Indian mythology.
The book has been translated into Hindi with the same title, with the tagline “the story of a village girl Meghi”. Other translated versions are in Marathi and Malayalam.
The story follows a young girl named Barsha, dearly called Meghi at…
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Lonely

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Again I plunge into sadness




Knowing that I am all alone



I had tried to grip on happiness



But it would go, I had always known.







Sometimes I tell myself to search



Search the moments of joy hidden in some corner



Search the moments that I love so much



Little moments, little minutes, however minor.







I cling to my last pleasures



As nothing is permanent



Happy memories hurt me now to unknown measures



And I try hard to live in the present.







I feel everyone whom I love



Who are so close to me



Going further; further away they move



I can’t pull’em back; just let it be…







I feel lonely, deeply lonely



And suffocate in the vacuum all around



Everyone talks harshly, angrily



I weep to my bed and keep mum.







I feel I have become a recluse



A vexing realisation



My own self, I feel to lose



A hollow sensation.









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A Gratitude List: The Sweetest Thing in a Seekers' Life

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I am so lucky to have people here who appreciate me and acknowledge my presence around them. They barge into my room to help uplift my mood through their laughable banter and the day's comic happenings. They cheer me up when I am down. I truly feel stress relieved around them. Everything seems light, every goal seems achievable at that moment. Such people should be in everyone's life.
I have got myself a good study and ideas partner. We are in sync most of the times, discussing further action plans and to do lists. We are not in a hurry to go back to our rooms to sleep, we agree on doing hard work when things demand it, and we share stuff well. I am grateful for this. Conversations are great when the other person talks more than me. I am a great listener but when it comes to conversations, I sometimes struggle to keep it going. With her, it is always free-flowing. 
Though I don't like spending time on social media that much, chats these days have become a go-to place for con…
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