Lolita (Interpretational Review)


For many of the classics that have left an abiding mark on me, the one which I’m still truly intrigued by has to be the novel turned movie, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. This story takes a frightening leap into the forbidden world of desires and the sins of flesh. The character of the 12-year-old, Dolores Haze, privately nicknamed Lolita by the British professor Humbert Humbert, almost seems to strike as a dream sequence with an unnerving reality to its realization. Being more of the conniving professor’s creature of eroticism and carnality, Lolita riddles between the most raw and perpetual craze of a man driven by unconsummated love desires.

Surged by the premature death of Humbert’s darling of early days, Annabel Leigh, his passions leapt over the barrier of desperation with the very sight of Lolita. His fixation with nymphets takes an obsessive bearing on both of their lives in a devastating fashion. It may come across as the proper culmination of an unhealthy, obnoxious relationship between a corrupt child and a weak adult, but it surely calls for a deeper approach to understand the mindful of these deluded and fanciful infatuations.

It is interesting to note that the series of events that led to the fall of both the characters are sourly pressed by their own consent and involvement in such an illicit alliance. Although young in thoughts and feelings, Lolita’s carefree temperament did show signs of a grimly time ahead. The exploitation by Humbert on Lolita did go hand in hand with the exploitation by Lolita on Humbert which held an impending glance on their doomed end since the initiation of this untold liaison.

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Our Righteous Remain


Peeking out of the void in our memory

Our faces leaden survived cautiously

By the righteous remain

The crumbs you kept

A restless hope that never left

But on the inside as a secret

Linger and stay, wait but oh not away

 

Panting for a way back home

On the way out to my release

I saw you laid by the grass

Holding onto the final piece

And covered in red

Two crossroads at last met

Never this heart was cut so deep

With a better story that we now keep

A Cautiously Random liFe


How could life be as random as fate? Or as random as a coincidence, as random as someone’s last breath, as random as love, as random as a childhood memory and just as random as a good hunch. Has it all been weaved into an organized structuring pattern where one step leads to another or is it like a game of a miss and an out or a take and about? Do you hit the jumping blue ball of your chance to escape out of one failure in this chaos or you hit the red one and land into another fashion of hoo-ha turbulence? Or you get to go for the peaceful white one, sneak away some time-out for silent speculation into the intensity of matters at hand and decide your next position at front with a kick start?

You know you’re doing, the best that you can. Isn’t good enough sometimes, disappointing! It don’t have to be because its okay. You know that and its good enough. Don’t you think ? There is a bit lot of hope in every flake of air that touches your bare skin, passing you from the side, looking back at you making a curve of an invisible smile on the lonely road you’re walking on while stumbling towards the end. The way is getting far ahead and this unseen army of your subconscious resilience has been at your back desperate. Picking up all the treasures rolling back as you throw them away thinking how similar it is to sweeping off dust from your book shelf and getting rid of your long lived possessions in your room that lost their true purpose as they saw you growing up and taking baby steps forward into crossing ambivalent thresholds. But the things that pull you away from worthless glory are the things that pull you towards your true self.

I’m not sure if it’s the chaos or those stepping stones, but it sure as hell is a paradox. No one here seems to be having the handful of cheat codes to a flawless life. But there’s this randomness. The randomness of a caring gesture from an old lady on the tube to get your spirits up for the rest of the day, or the randomness of a dog coming to your rescue for a pat on his head in the middle of the recess on a bad school day, it could be your extinct odds against the randomness of getting a raging emotional text from your life long crush finally confessing her feelings for you, when you’re only about 3minutes to having an overdramatic breakdown at the dinner table about how successful you are at being unsuccessful in your little life.

These darling little emotions of glorious intensities take us back a few steps, to catch up before we burn ourselves in untamed flames. This life guarding randomness makes up for the most deplorable things in my life. It mustn’t come as a surprise but it surely would. And it will keep you from growing afar too much from yourself.

 

CHRISTIE Collection- The Murder of Roger Ackroyd



The Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie altered the accustomed conventions of the genre of detective fiction in 1926 with the release of this unprecedented novel and created much a fuss in her audience with the very first publication by Harper Collins. This is Christie’s fifth novel featuring the little Belgian detective, Hercule Piorot. The novel is widely favored for its significant impact on the genre with the aid of its newfangled twist ending with respect to the identity of the murderer which is also the most controversial of her works.

The novel is set in the village of King’s Abbot in England and the narrator is Dr. James Sheppard with “no false statement”. To everyone’s recent notice there is a suicide committed by Mrs. Ferrars who had been rumored to have murdered her husband. She has left a letter in a blue envelope to be sent to Mr. Roger Ackroyd, a “country squire”(to whom she was expected to be married soon) which he refuses to read in the presence of anyone for it was meant for his eyes and his eyes only and so he will finish reading it after Dr. Sheppard has left. The letter must be a suicide note which contains the identity of the blackmailer who had posed a threat to Mrs. Ferrars’s safe and peaceful life of stainless grandeur in the village of King’s Abbot, as anticipated by Dr. Sheppard in his experience “Women usually wish to reveal the state of mind that led to the fatal action. They covet the limelight”.

Sheppard was invited to dinner with Ackroyd and the inmates of the Ackroyd’s household: Ackroyd’s sister-in-law Mrs Cecil Ackroyd; her young daughter Flora; Major Blunt, a big-game hunter; and Geoffrey Raymond, Ackroyd’s personal secretary. Once home, Dr. Sheppard receives a telephone call after 10 pm. He rushes out, telling his sister Caroline that Parker, Ackroyd’s butler, has found Roger Ackroyd murdered. Upon Sheppard’s arrival, Parker says he never made such a call. Sheppard, Parker, Raymond and Major Blunt find Ackroyd, stabbed to death with a weapon from his collection, the Tunisian dagger. Dr. Sheppard is held in true wisdom and fidelity by all the residents of the village and the readers in the case of Mr. Ackroyd’s murder as he was supposedly the last person to see Ackroyd alive in his study refusing to read the letter.

M. Hercule Piorot who happens to be cultivating vegetable marrows recently moved to Sheppard’s neighborhood at the Larches and is summoned by Flora Ackroyd, Ackroyd’s neice to step out of his retirement project and investigate the case for all facts and figures. The little Belgian detective promises to find out everything as he says “If I go into this, you must understand one thing clearly. I shall go through with it to the end. The good dog, he does not leave the scent, remember!”

All the mystery has been captured in Dr. Sheppard’s written record of this case proved interesting when he decided to try his hands on preparing a meticulous and accurate manuscript of the events while he was mixed up with something of this kind only this time.

Just as Poirot puts it after finishing the first twenty chapters of it -‘You have recorded all the facts faithfully and exactly though you have shown yourself becomingly reticent as to your own share in them.’ We and Poirot have his reticence to rely on all the way to the end as to what could be neater than :

‘The letters were brought in at twenty minutes to nine. It was just on ten minutes to nine when I left him, the letter still unread.I hesitated with my hand on the door handle, looking back and wondering if there was anything I had left undone.’

P.S. Nobody likes vegetable marrows.

A lovely day


If say not you feel so too
To not know if? Is it still you?
Turn back, look bare
Un cri du Coeur
Un art du tu

Dead in the middle of the sea
Half-blood half-love off-blove
Let it light if you just might
She rises in the heart of you
Dans le Coeur de tu

Inter your ghost
Line up your senses
In the mist of your skin underneath
The flames that rise beneath
Ravish your charms
In her arms that will catch you
When the day will be ahead of you

C’est your eyes
Just your eyes
Something lies heavy on these blames
When every fire longs flames
And I look at you
When it’s impossible to face
And I look at you
When it’s what I chase
Then I look at you

Farther in the distance
Where you’ve been gone
Hold yours and keep on
Drive it through the chance
If there is a kiss
That she stole from your heart
If there is a knife
That she clutched out
And she looks at you
When she looks at you
You know
That it’s gonna be
A lovely day

Fifty Shades Trilogy – Evince of Fifty Shades of BDSM


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Fifty Shades Trilogy having quite a popular demand especially among the women public, I have to admit I’ve been noticing its first installment Fifty Shades of Grey being flipped in many hands in the metro for a bit now. Its been rumored to be “the intense quality porn novel”. I hate to break it out to you fellas that it’s not just another popular romantic novel on most shelves everywhere but evidently a lot more than that focusing on an all new platform of eroticism.This trilogy initially aims to locate a BDSM relationship transforming into an endearing loving marriage. BDSM being the variety of diverse erotic activities ,those of Bondage and Discipline; Dominance and Submission; Sadism and Masochism for sexual arousal and interpersonal intimacy with the mutual consent of the respective people involved. The consent maybe a written contract between the two parties as it is this mutual consent that proves a fine legal and ethical distinction between BDSM and criminal offenses as sexual harassment or domestic violence.

E.L. James, she draws the characters flat and carries the snowball relationship between a 21-year-old college grad Anastasia Steele and a young 27-year-old business magnate Christian Grey in a total mystery-swept romance with the initial intention of a non-romantic but only a sexual one. The thrills the author hints with sudden shades of Mr. Grey must be the reason of the title. Although a number as reinforcing as Fifty could be seen as Grey having some close to infinite hidden shadows in his multiple personality theatrical masks and alter egos . From being the perfect gentleman, Christian Grey doesn’t take a seconds space to turn into a whacky crazed S&M maniac. Being a tormented soul he has turned out much complicated. The whole book is through Ana’s perspective and is written in first person with present tense narrative voice. Grey introduces Ana to the “you don’t yet know what you’re in for” thing i.e an unfamiliar dominant and submissive sexual exposure. Though people have reviewed they did not really adjust to the first person narrative as easily opposed to the author’s attempt to keeping the readers engaged in the moment, it exhibits feelings of pure involving intimacy for real.

The contract Ana is obliged to sign even forbids her to touch Christian or make an eye contact with him “because he is fifty shades fucked up ” in his own words. The first of Christian’s BDSM relationships. he had been the submissive or the bottom and that too when he was 15yrs old and was seduced by one of his mother’s friends, Elena Lincoln. Which was some sexual abuse though and he still owned a salon business with her together. The juice here was that Christian began to think of Ana as her girlfriend and not a submissive eventually. And the word traveled. There was Christian himself turned into a submissive at the feet of Ana in the fear of being left by her again in the second part of the series Fifty Shades Darker which leaves even Ana stunned,” Holy fuck…Christian. The submissive”. In the start Ana reckoned Christian was not the “hearts and flowers kind of guy” but then she has his heart and “here are the flowers” as he waves toward the room. Christian falls for Ana and its gratifying, no one ever expected of him falling in love and not much to the reader’s surprise Christian’s mother even thought he was a homosexual. He was a lost boy of fifty shades revealed by boredom,weariness,depression,complexities of his personality. This fifty was the submissive masochist once been beaten the shit out of him and so he is the sadist now,because he liked it that much. “The image of a powerful man who’s really still a boy who feels he is unworthy of love of his perfect family and his much-less-than perfect girlfriend.”

And at the end Fifty Shades Freed is Ana “topping from the bottom” being Christian’s lifeline making him believe he has a wealth of love to give, her Fifty Shades. I guess its something unlikely coming onto the coffee table making the perfect timing with some fan fiction ending on the subject . So its hitting the hits its hitting and so the movie.

“There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.” E.L. JAMES

The Book Review: Right Here Right Now by Nikita Singh


Right-hereNikita Singh, who is one of the bestselling authors right now at just the age of 22 happened to finish the book in 15days straight ! Woo ! I mean I read it on an article in Hindustan Times she started writing her first book at the age of 19 ..well I’m already 19. LOL And I’m just lazy as fuck. Who knows I could also deliver perhaps an extensive knack of stories that would change the world in a single whip. Or maybe I could write another most amazingly awesome Sheldon Cooper “the kind of mind that comes along once, maybe twice in a generation” in the desperate needs of the world. Or maybe i should just get this over with..at least.

So, the author invites the audience in the first scene where we see a 17-year old girl lying in a hospital bed having no idea how she got there, who are the people crying around her bed, what had happened to her, what was this all about and a blank memory. She happened to guess the mother of her and the father of her and this was sad. She found out her name was Kalindi Mishra and so did we. Having diagnosed with Retrograde Amnesia she is not able to recall anything from her past 17years but is optimistic about it that in quiet some days she would be able to resume her life again.

As a result of the traumatic head injury, Kalindi having lost her idea of “THE Kalindi Mishra”, begins to rebuild a brand new identity and aura of herself. I found it really inspiring how life gives her another chance to live her life from the apparent start (actually it happens to be the upshot of Retrograde Amnesia that the person undergoes a change of habits and overall personality). Having found her earlier friends strange and haughty and unreliable and pompous and conceited, she also finds out that they don’t actually approve of their age to be just 17years but they deport themselves as some runway models doing the ramp for over 15years at pace (not to mention, obviously she was once also one of them and this makes her feel sick). And so they don’t actually make even half of a schoolkid to her. Instead, Kalindi finds herself some snug around the bunch of nerds they call “who are in no hurry to grow up”. She finds out that Harsh Raj Sisodia  “from the uncool nerd crowd” lives just next to her apartment and they become boon companions for life soon.

But it keeps coming about to her how she fell into such an oblivion, what the hell happened ? No one knows. Kalindi has nightmares of a fall that is devastated by strange voices and bad visions. She hides it all from everyone but she falls short in front of Harsh and he is the only person who could get it out of her. It gets big and this episode ends on an ugly note making Kalindi screaming over Harsh publicly in front of the whole school about going behind her back and violating her privacy. Although Kalindi starts to regret how she reacted , she is perhaps in some fine amounts determined to stop herself from missing Harsh and all the good times they had had by using the knowledge of how he “Betrayed” her to stay away from him. The fifty-two days of her new life!

Like Bruno Mars could catch a grenade for HER , Kalindi Mishra got on a ladder for HIM which wasn’t actually structurally sound and could end up in a SEVENTY-FOOT DROP. This was adventurous and well, it was pretty hilarious and there, it made Kalindi realize how much she loved Harsh. No one ever knew what marked the imminent start of this new life for Kalindi Mishra or what degree of bad was it ? And with everything finally falling into place for her, she forgot how to care about the bad that gave her a new life and made her a better person. It was all happy now.

Addiction Inversion #3


It is just standing there, like a coiled rattler ready to kill.You can’t go back to your old haunts.Stay or go. An addict is powerless in the face of booze and drugs. Strength comes from somewhere else. It comes from the power of the Holy Spirit.

Needing forgiveness, because there were a lot of sins in your past. Needing peace, because you’ve been at war all your life. Needing love, because you hate everybody. Needing strength, because you know how weak you are. Needing happiness, because you’ve been miserable for long.

:-You didn’t want to go to that bar today, but you did. Because you’ve never said no.

Confess to God that you were a sinner, and that you want salvation through Jesus Christ. Your life would change in an instant, a change so overwhelming you’d never believe. The Holy Spirit entering your soul, and the old you dead. A new one would be born, one whose past would be forgiven with your eternity secured.

                                                                                                – The Associate , JOHN GRISHAM.

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