Boooooooooookssss !!

Next coming to the kind of books that I have read recently and the ones I have managed to finish and the many which I had to put down midway...
I didnt imagine that books could land me in such a glum, miserable mood that I am in these days...
I had been reading the diary of a young girl- Anne Frank...what an impact it has...one can almost feel the pain of her confinement...and more disturbing is when one gets to know how tragically did the lives of people so vividly described, of people who were at once hopeful and so alive, came to an end...none of them survived the War except Otto Frank, Anne's father...and the fact that she was so young...
And reading about the world war and the Holocaust inevitably brought back memories of Elie Wiesel's Night....the descriptions so vivid that one can so much feel the agony...one cannot escape the acute sense of tragedy that comes with it...and then to comment on the power of writing...how it makes things of the past appear so real...
And coming to the other ones that I read...The God of Small Things...I couldnt go on with that one...it evokes an almost pungent feeling...and the mood of these books...it holds me captive for much too long....
Then to Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca...I read the most of it with the last few chapters remaining...I cant get over the beautiful images of Manderley...I so much wish I could see it...the crimson building, the misty sea on one side, woods near,the fragrance of the azaleas...and more so about Rebecca...I cant forget the way the author describes Rebecca's handwriting...the elongated 'R'...and Rebecca - wonder what she looked like....and this is what a piece of fiction can do..
I started with Jane Eyre as well but I cant take one more caught in the darkness heroine or the feeling of the oppressive English society of that time...
The Fountainhead had already driven me crazy..I have already written enough about them...
And then coming to a few stories which I didnt actually read but went through the plot summaries on the internet...almost strange fascinating pieces of literature - "The metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka...."The Picture of Dorian Gray" Oscar Wilde....
A few references to something called "Udolphpo" and "The Monk" and in The Northanger Abbey and I gotta know about these Gothic mysteries...
And the most disgusting of all was to know about the origin of the word "sadism"- a decadent author called Marquis De Sade...absolutely disgusting...

Roses on my nose !!

For once..I have loads to talk about..
Let me start with this latest outburst that my nose has been subjected to...it happened about a week ago and is refusing to die down...
I have been the subject of a number of jokes because of this....
My father has been leading the joking arena...what he says is something like this "kuch log toh apne naak par makhhi tak nahin baithne dete..(reference to my high headedness, he thinks i m like that)...tere naak par toh permanent makhhi baith gayi hai" and he bursts out laughing...
Another one comes from my school friend...who just on looking at me has to remark "rol, tere naak par dobara pimple ho gaya" ( hadd hai...as if i didnt know about it...
I guess only those who have gone through this understand the kind of atrocity that it is...and this one's huge...right in the center and the cause of all unwanted attention....actually like a fly...only that I wish it was a fly so that i could atleast swat it away...