Magic Moments

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 masterpiece

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 11 th 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 w

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