irony

Irony. I never realised that a single word can impact our lives. Irony makes us swear, laugh, cry. It is an important part of a novel, i realisied when i read Khalid Hosseini. Man, i've started to like his writing so much. I'm waiting to buy a copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. If given a chance along with money, of course, i'll run to the nearest bookstore to buy one.

Hosseini's writing seems to parallel with that of Indian writing. Something like Rohington Mistry, Gulzar; for example. Perhaps, that's the reason why The Kite Runner impressed me.

If observed, one can see irony in the works of Saki, Guy de Maupassant. Their short tales have the climax ironical. The Diamond Necklace by the latter is the best illustration. Perhaps, we need to read such literature to fathom the irony in our lives. We laugh at it, don't we?

Isn't it ironical, when i explain to a friend that tomorrow is illusionary, when i, myself, am so hopeful about a definate, nice tomorrow. Everyday instances.

It is funny, how life plays on us.

When I was in Bengalooru, perhaps, i didn't experience much of this. Now, that i'm in Mysooru, which is pretty narrow-minded if you ask me. I'm being treated to a lot of male-dominatedness. That's something i hate. To the maximum.

This may seem another rant by a feminist against male chaunism, but i want to rant. People, you can skip this if you want. It's left to you.

Why do i have to depend on a guy for physical help?

Why do i allow myself to be subjugated in front of guys?

A woman is termed nice only if she's soft, docile, and acts according to the wishes of a man. On the other hand, if she's running around doing things by herself, she is arrogant.

A good friend is someone who asks his/her friend to try out new things. To learn new stuff. But, a boy does all the tough jobs for a girl. Isn't it incapacitating another person? Boys generally do that.

Why are boys so careless with their comments? Even when joking around, the tongue should be held in check. To hurt somebody else is bad.

I am happy to mingle with boys during my post-graduation. But, when it comes to this factor, it's get's very annoying and disturbing.

the Illiad

I've dreamed about reading Homer for a very long time. Since school. I had found the names and the storyline very complicated. The names are twisty and difficult to remember.

Now, that i possess copies of Homer, i'm planning to start soon. Especially after having watched the film: Troy. It portrays a sub-plot of the Illiad. Agememnon, Hector, Paris, Nestor, Achilles, Helen, Apollo.... The person who's played the part of Hector is really cute. So much better than Brad Pitt who's played Achilles. I never did watch the credits, i was asked to do something right then.

Hope to continue reading till the last page of the book.

The sun shone brightly on the grass. Straws of dried grass assumed a golden yellow colour. On the adjoining plot, young stalks of rice saw the bright sun everyday. Absorbing water and minerals from the rich ground. Spring was making way for the harsh summer. An almost non-existent spring in the Indian weather chart.

With colours contrasting; the bright green of the growing rice stalks to the brown of dried grass. Another difference could be observed by the discerning eye; water flooded the field where rice grew, while hard, burnished earth held dead grass.

Such are the contrast in lives too. Sometimes, it's just that the differences appear to draw more attention, when the similarities fade into oblivion. How tragic! If things were to be the other way. Surely, the world would have been a better place to live in. Cliches. At times, i feel that everything is cliched. Even the advent of spring indicated by the song of the cuckoo. Or even the seemingly perfect arranged sand dunes of the desert.

Perhaps, that's when one loses the youthfulness. By youthfulness, i mean the inquisitiveness, the creativity that should rule each person's approach at all times.

How easy it is, to say things. To write these words on a notepad. When one has to kill time, journeying from one city to another. Yet, how difficult, how annoying it is to face it, to feel it. Suddenly the idea of today's existence, the day's confidence seems to be everything, but a joke.

What will tomorrow be like? When i didn't like today. I told my friends, 'There's something amiss. Am i going in the right track?' A friend tried to talk me out of my troubled mind, 'You have started recently. Things will be fine. Allow time to pass.'

'Things will probably be this way. A better version of the harder things to come.' thought i. Isn't there a saying: when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Outside, the night had set. With darkness enveloping the surroundings with eagerness. A determination arose within.To put the day behind her. To start afresh with a free mind.