happy times

The last 2 weeks have whizzed by me. M visited us after two long years. And her visit ended before a blink of the eye.

God knows how time went by. I had taken a few days off. Most part of the past fortnight was spent in Bengaluru, doing the things i liked. Shopping at Commercial Street, eating chats(i prepared something really nice and yummy!), spending time at home with M, father and mother, talking in loud tones...

I had a hard time convincing everybody that i had become quiet. I stopped. Who cares! When the entire family met after quite some time. It needed loud yells, laughter, quarrels, fights, smiles, tears...... to celebrate the occasion. As one can obviously guess, i provided the noise.

It was wonderful, that one week that i spent in her company. My parents forgot how days passed. Everyday was a Sunday, according to my father!

Now, i've to rush back to my earlier schedule at Mysore. Those long-distance phone calls begin, once again.

strands of hair

Strands of hair hung loose on her forehead. She brushed them aside with a finger. They again stood at the corners of eyes. Shaking her head, she tried pushing them back. In vain.

Those brown eyes seeked shelter from the harsh rays of the sun. She longed to be within the comforts of her room, doing the things that caught her fancy.

Realising that her hair was in a mess, she pulled a band. And wound it around the bunch of hair that was held firmly in the hollow of her curved left hand. She went inside the building, and stood near the front porch.

The surroundings could be called lifeless. Not a soul was around them. Them constituted by a few people near the parking area. The silence and the heat was deplorable. Walking towards nowhere in particular, she felt restless. Looking into the open space, she waited. For somebody whose face was familiar.

That person did appear, albeit, a few minutes late. Humming a song, she swung her head to the tunes of the electric guitar that was playing in her little brain. Swinging her hand over her head, she fingered her hair, without her knowledge. In the process, she loosened a few locks which invariable fell in place before her eyes. Like they'd been ordered to assume that particular position.

The afternoon changed into the night. As usual, she shifted, while in bed. Shoving some length of hair away from her face.

Standing in front of the mirror, she combed wet hair, that lay in a mop. Flinging the blue comb into the tray, she went out of the room, curling a stretch of wet strands around her forefinger.

a very very bad book

I read Crisis by Arthur Hailey. I had quite high expectations. Another book of his, The Final Diagnosis was talked about, during Zoology classes. When i spotted Crisis, i thought i'd Hailey a try.

Crisis is highly disappointing. I got frustrated midway. But, the author is well-known, and i thought that novel would improve in the later half. I was terribly wrong.

The storyline deals with the shortage of power in a state in the U.S. And the methods used to set it right. The process of setting right is not dealt with at all. In fact, nothing is talked about properly, except for the protagonist and his extra-marital affairs.

This is the first book which i really didn't appreciate. I'd not recommend this particular one to my enemy. It starts off fine, but one will get bored after completing about hundred or so pages. The protagonist and his sexual pleasures is the only thing that is stressed upon. He feels that his marriage is breaking, and tries to find solace in making out with many women. This is the sole thought that occupies his mind, even when he is pressurized at his work place.

The plot ends in a dull manner as well. I regretted having read it, for a long time.

It gets a big zero from me. If you come across that book, ignore it. Period. I'd rather see a Princess Diaries types movies for the hundredth time, though these movies can get really at times. Bah!!