So, here's an early resolution kick-starter to my New Year's resolution.
Yes.
Blog more.
From now on, this moment, I'm going to blog unstoppably.
Words are going to spill incessantly from the nib of my fountain pen.
I mean, to sound less romantic and more real; from the push of the keyboard. (We live in the 21st Century, don't we?)
I will blog about trivial things, that don't matter, much like most of the things we do in life. I shall:
Chirrup about the color of the sky,
Or maybe about a song that made me sigh,
Streams of my thoughts shall culminate in this blog,
Oh, dear old peasant, hear out my morose song.
Yes, and my rhymes will not stop.
My words will not stop dancing.
They will shimmer and prance across this space on the internet.
What are you going to do about it anyway, sweety? :)
So, here goes.
More than a week ago, I finally picked up the much talked about 'The Fault In Our Stars'.
I did not like it. At all.
I know, you're already writing in that hate comment, but do hear me out.
The book is about the romance and the love story of two teenagers afflicted with cancer.
And still the book couldn't get me to care about it. Before reading this book I was expecting an emotional ride, all I got was a pedestrian street walk.
My primary concern with TFiOS was that I found it extremely fake. The characters were mere cardboard cutouts who were all articulate whenever they felt like, at the author's whims. They talked in a way normal teenagers don't and the worst part is all the teenagers talked the same snooty way. While the parents were painted as bumbling fools, hardly aware of feeling and emotions.
Hazel and Augustus acted way, way more mature than their age. Their love too, was a bit too quick and a bit too forced. I mean, a guy walking around with a cigarette in his mouth and not lighting it up to do justice to a metaphor? What is that all about?
The extravagant date too, was all a bit too much; perfectionism does that sometimes, it pushes over the thin edge of realism.
The overplayed part of the author being a cranky old man with the archetypal side-story attached. Oh come on!
Of course, there were a few moments in the book. But those moments lay solely in the beauty of those well-strung words. I couldn't see or hear the characters speaking them in my head at all.
My favorites were:
But when I read these quotes too, it was as if John Green pushed back my hair and whispered these words into my ears. It definitely wasn't Hazel talking to Augustus. The characters remained still and I wished they would speak.
Maybe it's related to the hype it'd created beforehand. And we all know, expectation does suck out the joy, doesn't it?
Oh, also, new developments: Two days ago, I started this page called 'Snippets' on Facebook. It's about short stories and just writing, writing.
Snippets
***
It's Christmas Eve!
Although here in Gurgaon, we have a unique way of celebrating, that is, the Christmas Carnival.
How?
Dance to the tunes of Honey Singh, oh yeah!
Because give the man a white beard and a red suit and the resemblance will be uncanny, no?
Who needs Christmas Carols, when we've got some sexist-lyrics-doling-out-pop-shop-punjabi-music?
Why aren't you YoYo-ing with me, now?
You want some ram-leela-ram as the side dish?
Here's a cute little Christmas song wishing you a Merry Merry Christmas!
Ta-ta!
Yes.
Blog more.
From now on, this moment, I'm going to blog unstoppably.
Words are going to spill incessantly from the nib of my fountain pen.
I mean, to sound less romantic and more real; from the push of the keyboard. (We live in the 21st Century, don't we?)
I will blog about trivial things, that don't matter, much like most of the things we do in life. I shall:
Chirrup about the color of the sky,
Or maybe about a song that made me sigh,
Streams of my thoughts shall culminate in this blog,
Oh, dear old peasant, hear out my morose song.
Yes, and my rhymes will not stop.
My words will not stop dancing.
They will shimmer and prance across this space on the internet.
What are you going to do about it anyway, sweety? :)
So, here goes.
More than a week ago, I finally picked up the much talked about 'The Fault In Our Stars'.
I did not like it. At all.
I know, you're already writing in that hate comment, but do hear me out.
The book is about the romance and the love story of two teenagers afflicted with cancer.
And still the book couldn't get me to care about it. Before reading this book I was expecting an emotional ride, all I got was a pedestrian street walk.
My primary concern with TFiOS was that I found it extremely fake. The characters were mere cardboard cutouts who were all articulate whenever they felt like, at the author's whims. They talked in a way normal teenagers don't and the worst part is all the teenagers talked the same snooty way. While the parents were painted as bumbling fools, hardly aware of feeling and emotions.
Hazel and Augustus acted way, way more mature than their age. Their love too, was a bit too quick and a bit too forced. I mean, a guy walking around with a cigarette in his mouth and not lighting it up to do justice to a metaphor? What is that all about?
The extravagant date too, was all a bit too much; perfectionism does that sometimes, it pushes over the thin edge of realism.
The overplayed part of the author being a cranky old man with the archetypal side-story attached. Oh come on!
Of course, there were a few moments in the book. But those moments lay solely in the beauty of those well-strung words. I couldn't see or hear the characters speaking them in my head at all.
My favorites were:
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”
“Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.”
But when I read these quotes too, it was as if John Green pushed back my hair and whispered these words into my ears. It definitely wasn't Hazel talking to Augustus. The characters remained still and I wished they would speak.
Maybe it's related to the hype it'd created beforehand. And we all know, expectation does suck out the joy, doesn't it?
Oh, also, new developments: Two days ago, I started this page called 'Snippets' on Facebook. It's about short stories and just writing, writing.
Snippets
***
It's Christmas Eve!
Although here in Gurgaon, we have a unique way of celebrating, that is, the Christmas Carnival.
How?
Dance to the tunes of Honey Singh, oh yeah!
Because give the man a white beard and a red suit and the resemblance will be uncanny, no?
Who needs Christmas Carols, when we've got some sexist-lyrics-doling-out-pop-shop-punjabi-music?
Why aren't you YoYo-ing with me, now?
You want some ram-leela-ram as the side dish?
Here's a cute little Christmas song wishing you a Merry Merry Christmas!
Ta-ta!
