Redefining Abstractions: February 2012

Wednesday, February 15

:)

at 9:21 pm

Life is, after all, very much like a thriller book.

Its really exciting to find out that you predicted it right.

Its exciting. I am happy.

Just two days ago, I struck this realization that I've let it go. And today, a Facebook update made me happy. So happy.

I might just cry out of happiness :) Welcome baby Adah. Even though, they might not want to call you Adah any more.

I might never see you, hold you, hug you or buy you pretty presents as much I want, but I have this love for you. I really do not know why. I just have :)

And no, I wont be the creepy anonymous psycho someone who keeps sending you gifts just because.

Here, this one is for you baby. Only for you. :)

Monday, February 13

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...

at 9:06 pm

And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.

The Beatles when wrote this song, had never imagined how it could shape, or should I say make people's lives revolve around it.

I happened to read this book, Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami- a very celebrated Japanese author. And, the book almost revolved around the song, more or less, inspired by it. My very first attempt of reading Murakami it was, and no, I am not reviewing the book. But I am not sure whether I'll read the author again.

I fail to understand the general association of love with depression. A love story is incomplete unless one or both of the protagonists die or can never meet. Pick any of the legendary love stories.

Yeah, they made to the legends because they couldn't meet and died in the course of the their love. Zaalim zamana or some zaalim disease.

A love story can very well be light, full of humor and happy endings, but then, I think that will qualify as fairy tale.

People in general are obsessed with the idea that it is not a love story unless there is no crying, no complexities and no deaths/ suicides.

The book has too many stirring emotions. It dint do anything to me while I was reading it, but it certainly left me depressed for a whole day after I finished reading the last chapter of it.

Even otherwise, I am not a fan of the romance genre. What do you have to look forward in a book when you know you wont be discovering that the killer is the one you expected, or not.