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I rode in a crazy yellow car with him, I gazed at stretch into the distant green light through his eyes, I drenched myself inside out waiting for her. All he ever wanted was for Daisy to love him and no one else. They say he could kill a man with his bare hands, could he? The enigmatic aura that hangs around my neighbor, Mr. Jay Gatsby, is mesmerizing and dazzling and leaves one spell bound but underneath he is just a guy who fell irretrievably in love.

I learnt from all the alchemists’ scripts the old and the new. I closed the world outside and found a way to create life. And look at what I did! I created a monster. And that demonic creature haunts me and has sworn to kill me and I know it will. He created me and flee when he lay his eyes on me the very first time. To him I am a hideous monster. I ran away and tried to make myself good enough for them. But never did they lay a compassionate eye on me. I shall take revenge from my creator! I am a monster and so will I.

I saw him dead in the garden. I wrapped him in my arms. The police arrived and they asked me to move away. I don’t like answering to them. They arrest me and take me to the station. My dad comes and saves me. I resolve to solve this case and write my first book. My dad doesn’t like this and he makes me promise not to ‘poke my nose in other people’s business’. I do as he says. But now I can’t trust him. I have to run away. I am all alone on this station and I am screaming. I lie in my bed but I want to go back to write my exam I have been preparing for. I have to. Please take me back.

“I mean, if you’re asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it’s absurd to tack a ‘sir’ on to every sentence. The two things don’t go together.”

Lighten up now, you chappy old fella! and take that restive position, lay back and let yourself slide into this leisurely cozy world of dimwit Bertie Wooster and the inimitable Jeeves. I won’t be exaggerating if I compare this encounter to a lavish massage on the beach of Anse Lazio. This time Jeeves has started working for Bertie’s old chap Chuffy. (What!). Bertie’s one time fiancé Pauline is here (Fiancé! Yes Yes) and there is sneaking and jealousy and stealing and what not!

Please Please one more Pleeeeese!!

“There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?’”

It seems the only way to get out of this complicated situation is to steal the cow creamer. Gussies’s fears need to be soothed. He must be confident to stand up in front of his to-be father-in-law. Stiffy Byng has to have a dog and she needs proof of her lover’s love by him pinching a policeman’s helmet. This is the epic family drama, this is the worst kind of blackmailing, this is hiding for the fear of life, this is jumping, this is the ultimate test for Bertie to prove his grit and stand by the ‘Code of Woosters’.

One more Woodehouse please. This is the last. I promise.

A summer to fight for love. A summer to save the beloved pig, Empress. A summer to prove one’s sanity. A summer to distract a writer from writing his memoir. A summer of impersonation. A summer to follow the love of one’s life. A summer for dressing up for the British style tea time. A summer secret meetings in the rose garden. This is the fantastic Summer Lighting.

The end of this series with the Olive Green Book which says:

We must love someone,

We must keep loving,

All our days,

Someone, anyone, anywhere,

Outside of ourselves;

For even the sarus crane,

Will grieve over its lost companion,

And the seal its mate.

Somewhere in life, there must be someone,

To take your hand,

And share the torrid day,

Without the touch of love,

There is no love,  and we must fade away.

Chali Kahani: A compilation of some of the books i read in 2016.

1. Great Gatsby: F.Scott Fitzgerald

2. Frankestein: Mary Shelly

3. The Curious incident of the dog at nighttime:  Mark Haddon

4. Thank You Jeeves!: P.G.Wodehouse

5. Code of Woosters: P.G.Wodehouse

6. Summer Lightning: P.G.Wodehouse

7. A book of Simple Living: Ruskin Bond.

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“What would you like to have Miss?”

“Feminism on the rocks”

I am Jane. Like my name, my story is quite plain. I was raised unwillingly by my aunt, sent to a Lowood Institute. I am compassionate and kind at heart and am made of all the good things. But most importantly, I have a sense of me. I am woman who is strong and stands firmly to her opinions that you might find a novelty considering the women in my generation, all willing to put themselves so low so as to gain a husband. But not me. I have found for myself a position as a governess to Adele at Thornfield. It was here that I fell in love with a rather ill looking man, who made me suffer on accord of his callousness and made go through the stings of jealousy and what not, even when he proposed me to be his wife, I had more of ill-fate in stored for me. But I never stooped low because no matter how insignificant I may seem, I am Jane. I am Jane Eyre and to me my pride stands above all.

Now that we are in the times gone by and pride is in the theme, let me introduce myself I am Elizabeth Bennet I am the second eldest daughter in the family of five sisters and all the girls are out. I first met an obnoxious and arrogant Mr.Darcy at a ball where he refused to dance with me because I was not upto his taste. He is the man to be blamed for my sister’s tragic sadness. He confessed his love for me despite all my flaws and I hate him from the core of my heart. Our paths keep crossing and slowly my prejudices that ruled my pride gave way to his benevolence and the rest we all know because we have all watched Keira Knightley in “Pride an Prejudice”. Right?

I was a misfit. I was even diagnosed with depression when I was a teenager. I stole from malls and ran in the wrong kind of group. And now, I made it into the Forbes as one of the richest self made women in the world I am Sophia Amoruso. I began buying cheap retro stuff of the street market and tidied it and decorated it and often even modeled for it and sold it on ebay. With time my business named ‘Nasty Girl’ grew and I have few lessons to pass on the new girls. Like: “It is cool to be kind. It is cool to be weird. It is cool to be honest and secure with oneself.” “You create your world blink by blink and its all yours to create”. “You’ve got to show up and own it.” ”Fortune favors Action!”. Be #GirlBoss.

A women comedian, it is not easy to get there and make one’s place in the man’s world, with the knowledge that most of them had a jar of piss in their office. I worked to move to that place, to be able to write for SNL, then be on TV, a special thanks to my striking resemblance to Sarah Pauline. Then I went on to create a series 30 RockI have a daughter too. This is my witty journey upto this point in my BossyPants.

I am Katniss Everdeen, ever since my Dad died my mother lost the sense of being, I have been the guardian of this family. I bring food to the table by hunting that my father taught. I live in a dystopian world, where humans are chosen to put a fight in an arena for the entertainment of the rich. I volunteer for the slaughter because I have to protect my sister Primrose. I play the Hunger Games and defeat them in their games, I am called in again and this time I shatter the whole system. I join the rebels and fight them to the true liberation for us. I am the girl on fire. I am Katniss Everdeen.

 My husband  is cheating on me. I can’t just leave him. He traced her lips with the same two fingers in the snowy night as he did with me when I fell in love with him in the sugar storm. I cannot forgive him. It’s our anniversary and I have a puzzle for him.. I wish to crack open her skull and know what goes on inside it. She is pregnant with my kid and I haven’t touched her in…. She is amazing Amy and after all that we’ve been through I’d be insane to stay with the Gone Girl. But I will.

Wild. A solo trek through Pacific Crest Trail. This is me. My mother died and I don’t know what to do anymore. I am at that place in life when I have no clue where life is taking me. Spontaneously I put in all my savings, sell all the belongings I had and decide to trek. I don’t know what answers I hope to find because truthfully I don’t know the question. I just know that I have to complete this trek. I have to. I have to. I follow some footsteps and I lead some but ultimately this is my trek and this is my struggle. 

Chali Kahani: A compilation of some of the books i read in 2016.

1. Jane Eyre: Charollte Bronte

2. Pride and Prejudice: Jane Austen

3. GirlBoss: Sophia Amoruso

4. BossyPants: Tina Fey

5. Hunger Games Series: Suzzanne Collins.
6. Gone Girl: Gillian Flyen
7. Wild: Chreyl Strayed

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2016 began when in the summer of 1947, I boarded a train to find sojourn in a small town called Mano Majra. It was an odd familiarity. I was there when the muslims were forced to abandon their homes, when stories of the atrocities done to Hindus made one question the very nature of humanity. I saw what Jugga Singh, the infamous dacoit, did for his love, when the civilized were blinded by rage to do unspeakable things to their neighbors and justify it in the name of revenge. I was there, hanging by a thread, because I had boarded this Train to Pakistan in the crisp and impeccable writing of Khuswant Singh.

Not much later, Salman Rushdie wrapped me in complete awe when he offered me a hole he’d drilled to peep in the mystery, that Kashmir is. While I was busy being lost in its magnificence and grandeur, I hardly noticed the libidinous eyes of some on it. I was too ignorant to understand why was Kashmir no less than a raped victim? How was it that a innocent child born in this heaven willingly embraces hell? Why a general named his beloved daughter India and why did a clown chose to be his driver? It was like riding a swing, back and forth,  into realism and reality, that inflated my heart with wonder while rising up and churned my stomach with revulsion as it went down. It was here, that I met a clown who called himself, Shalimar.

Growing up was tough. For me and for you too. You had your struggles I had mine.

I was a beloved child of my parents, because of my quite nature and the fact that only one classmate turned up on my farewell party they were all the more sacred for me. Nonetheless they sent me to boarding school, Culver Creek. My special skill, I memorize last words. I lived with a roommate who hid vodka in his milk. He introduced me to everyone around, and I immediately made enemies. I was strapped and drowned. But I shall not complain, because he introduced me to Alaska Young. J I had the time of my life in that one year. ‘If people were rain, I was  drizzle and she was hurricane.’ And I am here seeking my ‘Great Perhaps’ and still Looking for Alaska.

I am half Asian and a wee bit different and she, the strangest of all. She sat next to me in the bus, and peeped into my comics. I let her. She never talked. I let her. Soon we did. I let her. She came to my home and we read together. I let her. And she had to leave. I let her. Eleanor was my first love and this is me, Park I drove her in my car to that place afar.

Hi,  I am Charlie and I am a wallflower. And this is my perk story.

I grew up in Afghanistan, was nothing like my father and somewhat a disappointment. I used to fly kites and the only way I could impress him was to win the city Kite Competition, which I did but that day turned to a nightmare for me and its memories haunted me ever since. The ghastly memory chased me like a demon and even though I had left everything behind when I moved to America, I had to return because someone once promised me’ a thousand times over’ and fate had given me a second chance.

Get off me. Really. Don’t bother me with any of your silly remarks or questions. I’ll turn away right now no matter how much I like you. Even if I am here to say my last good bye. I am Holden Caulfield and this Is my story and it is yours. I failed in four out of five classes and I am as irritated as you were/are. I am running away and I don’t intend to run away to my home. I will maybe just hang out in a pub, maybe hop and meet my sister before leaving. I’ll smoke one more cigarette. What next thing will I do I don’t have the slightest idea. But I sure will do something. I’ll smoke, did I already say that I’ll do It again. I am the ‘Catcher in the Rye’.

I must have been drunk or maybe it was the smoke, I woke up in ….. I hung out with people who did their jobs in the day and spent their evenings in bars and pubs and drunk like savages I met a Lady Brett Ashley and she bewitched me. She loved me, was marrying a heavy-drinker war veteran, Mike Campbell and hung out with a Duke and planned to elope with Pedro. I saw a town Pamlpona dressed up for a fiesta. I watched bull fighting. And I saw the cruelty and beauty in it. I saw the night crawlers and the day dreamers and there was me who had given up on love which stood in front of me but was unreachable. But no matter what “The Sun Also Rises”.

Chali Kahani: A compilation of some of the books i read in 2016.

1. Train to Pakistan -Khushwant Singh

2. Shalimar the Clown- Salman Rushdie

3. Looking for Alaska- John Greene

4. Eleanor and Park- Rainbow Rowell

5. Perks of being a wall flower- Stephen Chobsky

6. The Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseni

7. Catcher in the Rye- J.D. Salinger

8. The Sun Also Rises- Ernest Hemmingway