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Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The perks of being a wallflower - Thoughts and review.

The perks of being a wallflower happened. :)

Like the book says, you kind of feel infinite after reading something this good. 3 hrs of sitting on the toilet seat and yes, I felt infinite. ( Sounds totally not what I mean, but I hope you get me. :P )
This might be my favorite book. It's so perfect, it's crazy.

Mainly it's about this boy, Charlie who's going to high school and is going through a hard time having lost his friend Michael who committed suicide. So he starts writing letters to us readers telling us about his experience through high school. The book as such does not have a 'plot', it's very elusive in the beginning. It's weird how I thought Charlie was a girl until like the 3rd or 4th letter. :| (very weird). So Charlie goes through a lot of new experiences through high school which I cannot relate to as such because our life here is a lot different. So, it was all a little overwhelming at the beginning.
This made it for a very interesting and intriguing read, I think. Very fast paced.

The story stresses upon a lot of things like drug abuse, alcohol abuse, sex, family issues, homosexuality. Throughout the story Charlie is a shy, naive, innocent boy. Emotionally distraught most of the time. He is a wallflower which means that he kind of blends into the background and observes people. He is somewhat a crybaby and has a hard time pleasing himself. He's someone who works hard to please people and cherishes friendships. He comes across as a nervous kid and has many things going wrong with him which he doesn't get to know until the end.
Though he goes through like a blast of things through his first year, he remains genuine and doesn't turn cynical or jaded though all of it. Mainly the book is so realistic, there's no usual 'hero' or a 'villain'. It's all so real. The people. Their experiences. And just growing up as characters. Coming of age, I suppose.
I like the characters of Sam and Patrick. They kind of help Charlie get exposed to all that goes on for an American high-school kid I think. The thing is that the characters kind of became family for me and his friends became my friends because they were characterized so beautifully, like I said before, the book is so real. It makes you feel so good to be involved in his life, to read his personal dairy. The whole group of friends are somewhat like the indie kids of the 90's. So there's a lot of references of Nirvana, the Smiths, pop culture basically of that era.
I especially liked his English teacher 'Bill' who gave him books to read. Made me wish I had someone like that, to give me books and later would listen to me rant about them.
So basically the book is somewhat like a classic. You should read it. I feel it could have been a book in our high school curriculum if not for some graphic scenes and swearing that goes on. The whole book leads to a climax and I think the last 20 pages is where everything kind of starts to make sense. It makes you want to live life right now, to 'participate'. It's basically the book that you wish you had written because it's pure genius. It's a book that I will keep in my shelf and read it again and again not caring if it gets wrinkled or the pages get yellowed. Well, if you haven't read this book, I don't care if you have like an advanced copy of The Casual freaking Vacancy, read THIS.
And about the movie, I just saw the trailer and well I kind of kept on seeing it. No shame. The characters look a lot like I imagined. I'm looking forward to some scenes in specific.
Anyway, bye for now.
Be kind to one another, why did I even write that down? I'm so emotional right now.

Quoting from the book,
“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”

SAM B.

PS: Thank you Antara, for the book. :)

Thursday, March 3, 2011

That was some day. :)

We had seen the sun sink down behind the dark veil,
We spoke how on a train, we'll go, we'll sail
With the wind blowing hard and a guitar in your hands
I'll rest my head on your shoulders, the tune in us will stand.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Goodbyes

It's hard to saw goodbye to a class, a batch that I've spent 5 yrs of my life with. But we can't help it. Things have to go on. People have to go on to places.

Through all the going aways and goodbyes and teary hugs, we'll pray that someday we'll bump into each others and align our paths to the same point.

I'll miss ALL you guys, those of who are to go to places this yr. And the others who'll be here, I'll miss you as much, if you all were to go. (someday that's going to happen i guess).

To all of you....have an awesome future ahead. Rock your pants off! And take care...and all hail our batch!

We've been the naughtiest, the most united, the funniest and the awe-freakin-somest batch!!

Love you all
SAM B

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

He ambles along our square

He ambles along our square

Everyday at 4.30 in the evening we play football at the field in front of Shankha’s.

Earlier, there would be a gang of two entire football teams with something like 22 players playing, chasing after the ball, practicing passes, dribbling, playing matches. But now, these days, there are just 5 or 6 of us running around in this rocky dusty yet large football field of ours.

You can find grass patches here and there, but at very few places; so it really hurts our feet every time we run over a rock or if we fall down and skin our knees. In spite of all that, this is our everyday spot, our own playground.

I must say we are pretty regular. We try to make it a point to give some time to “play” every single day. There are times when we turn up to play late and there are days when we skip playing and instead bicycle around the campus. However, everyday without a miss, I find one boy, medium height, striped shirt with trainers on, with his father at our playground. Everyday. It’s been a year. Almost.

He has misty eyes and his stance is sluggish, controlled and disabled. He holds on to his dad’s tailor-made cotton pants and takes one step at a time, traveling the length of the field while watching us play.

I wonder what he thinks of because his eyes say so much. They stare as if they are themselves pages of an open book, sucking all the spirit life has to offer. I know he thinks different; not the usual same way we do. I wonder if he feels the same way as we respond to emotions. I think he has bigger ideas in mind.

The way he clings on to his dad and the way his dad has this protective arm around him, although he does let his son try to walk without any assistance, makes me wonder if it’s that hard for him to go on as it looks?

Everyday while we are busy playing our game - cheering, celebrating, hi-5 ing after every goal, swearing on God’s name how awful we play after every mishap, I turn behind and watch this little friend talking to his dad, walking like he does and also being the most attentive spectator of our silly small game.

I have never talked to him and I also have no idea what situation he is going through; but every time I bid him a ‘hi’ or ‘bye’, I feel like I make him much happier because the way he smiles his warped smile – it is the cutest thing in this world. Moreover, the way he says a sloppy ‘bye’ to me, tilting his head to one side, with his mouth drooling all over is the purest form of love!

I think he has lots to offer and is a spirited little soul and tomorrow when I’ll watch him go, treading slow and careful measured steps, with his endless thoughts blurting out from his twisted mouth, I will deeply crave to sometimes take a break from my game and walk with him and hear his mind out and laugh with him about the things he feels are funny, and get scared at ghosts and will love to hear about the great War of Independence in 1947 when the Indians got freedom, from his dad.

Till that day, I will keep on staring and wondering….


Shambhobi Bhattacharya
21.2.2011


{Wrote this yesterday. This was an instant thing I felt. Hope you like it.}

Love,

SAM B