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Book Review: June 2014
Behind the Game’ by John Sealey
The story starts off with the intense adrenalin at the Wankhede Stadium. The passionate game, Cricket is loved by many in India and this is the heart of this book. Author John Sealey surely understands the thrill behind the sport and gives an insightful journey of various events. The protagonist, Tony de Silva is a character many can relate to. The natural setting and plot shows how people from different classes are associated with the game and even how celebrities from different industries chinked their glasses in tribute to Tony. The natural flow of the story brings about the phases of human life where various emotional turmoil develops the story line.
The author also gives a preview about Mumbai’s life and architecture, which is nice. At times one could feel like she/she is at the green room with celebrities and stars having refreshments. The thrill and drama the setting brings is nice. Every story is complete with a dose of romance which this story brings. The romantic encounter and chaos of betrayal and secrets adds the spice in the book. After all, people with ambitious persona tend to fall in the trap of overindulgence and the sentiments paddle through to solve one situation to another. The character Karma is lovely, gutsy and plays an important role in bringing the story line forward. Overall, this book is a good read and time pass. I would give it a 4/5.
May 21, 2014 by Paulo Coelho
“There are two types of writers: those who make you think and those who make you dream” says Brian Aldiss, who made me dream for such a long time with his science-fiction books. In principle I believe that every human being on this planet has at least one good story to tell his neighbor. What follows are my reflections on some important items in the process of creating a text:
Above all else, the writer has to be a good reader. The kind that sticks to academic texts and does not read what others write (and here I’m not just talking about books but also blogs, newspaper columns and so on) will never know his own qualities and defects.
So, before starting anything, look for people who are interested in sharing their experience through words. I’m not saying: “look for other writers”. What I say is: find people with different skills, because writing is no different from any other activity that is done with enthusiasm.
Your allies will not necessarily be those that everyone looks on with admiration and says: “there’s nobody better”. It’s very much the opposite: it’s people who are not afraid of making mistakes, and yet they do make mistakes. That is why their work is not always recognized. But that’s the type of people who change the world, and after many mistakes they manage to get something right that will make all the difference in their community.
These are people who cannot sit around waiting for things to happen before they decide on the best way to narrate them: they decide as they act, even knowing that this can be very risky.
Living close to these people is important for writers, because they need to understand that before putting anything down on paper, they should be free enough to change direction as their imagination wanders. When a sentence comes to an end, the writer should tell himself: “while I was writing I traveled a long road. Now I can finish this paragraph in the full awareness that I have risked enough and given the best of myself.”
The best allies are those who don’t think like the others. That’s why, while you are looking for your companions, trust your intuition and don’t pay any attention to others’ remarks. People always judge others using the model of their own limitations – and at times the opinion of the community is full of prejudices and fears.
Join those who have never said: “it’s finished, I have to stop here”. Because just as winter is followed by spring, nothing comes to an end: after reaching your objective, you have to start again, always using all that you have learnt on the way.
Join those who sing, tell stories, enjoy life and have happiness in their eyes. Because happiness is contagious and always manages to keep people from being paralyzed by depression, loneliness and troubles.
And tell your story, even if it’s only for your family to read.
A Frightening Experience
As Tom and I ended up at a spooky looking house, the sun already started setting. It all turned out like how we thought it would be, but there was one thing which did not go like how we had planned. I did not want to challenge myself and enter the house anymore. How much ever I begged Tom, he refused, caught my hand and dragged me in.
Tom slowly opened the door which made creaking sounds. I could only imagine of what would pop out of the dark at that moment. The house was pitch dark. However soundlessly we tried to walk, there was still the creaking of the old wooden floor. We turned on our torch and started looking around. The house was still filled with vintage furniture. We continued walking upstairs and got too scared by the little creatures which kept on crawling onto our feet. The stairs were so weak and seemed like it was going to collapse anytime. We went through every room to complete the process as it was said that something unexpected will happen after finishing the house tour.
We walked all over the house and still did not see anything unusual. Tom got very furious and bursted out shouting and insulting all the spirits. I warned Tom not to say such things so many times but he would not listen. A while later, Tom stopped and fell on the ground. I asked him if he was alright but he would not answer and lie still on the ground. I told him to get out quickly. I pulled his arm but instead he just pushed me away so hard and shouted out, “Get out of my house!” From that moment on I just ran out of the house leaving Tom alone. I was sweating so much in spite of the bitter cold. I headed home and just forced myself to sleep with all the fear with goosebumps. I could say that I felt like I had a psychological disorder.
Early next morning, I woke up to find a note written ‘Never enter my house Again. –Tom.’ From that moment on I got so scared that I begged my mom to relocate at other cities. I shifted my house and since then I never went back there or heard of Tom ever again.
by Phattrawan Chuvachata (Bee) – March 2013 (Bangkok, Thailand)
The Age Is Not Limitation of Love
I do not know what love is and no one knows exactly the answer of this and what is the phenomenon. It is the question of all times and nationalities. That’s because everyone expresses it in different ways. But the truth is – the sense left is the same! I think, love cannot be described just by words because even our rich Russian language is not able to depict what we are feeling during that time.
However, I want to attempt to express it. The feelings lack of what you will not have so beautiful and exiting colors of our life. Like the ingredient that can fulfill and without that there will not be a completed formula. That moment when you really feel happy to be with so many important people, who is a small miracle in this world. But actually, when we are feeling so good, we forget to say “Thank you” to God. Despite good or bad things what were done by us the Supreme gives us inspiration. What hue our life so brightly, brings new ideas and desires to make our life better.
It’s a strange feeling and brings a smile on your face. Just because of your eyes as it met his or her eyes at the same time. The ability to be next to him, holding his hands, looking straight to his face, hugging him, kissing him, resting your head on his shoulder or lie down next to him, dreaming together, every day opening a new world for our-self together, smiling, laughing, being melancholy, crying, walking in the park, swimming in ocean, taking photos, jumping, running, fooling around and going crazy, combing one’s hair, dressing, cooking, and after having breakfast/lunch, dinner together, washing clothes, cleaning apartment, go shopping, going for a holiday, walk or drive to work, seeking joint hobby, listening music, listen and hear each other main, talking etc – these are the most incredible and unforgettable moments of our life! They will never be repeated and would remain like a first time. We have to start to be thankful for what we have and just find a minute in the 24 hours to say “Thank you”.
By Viktoria Lebedva – written Feb 2013 – From Ukraine
January 2013The Candy Cane Mystery By Aaron Bryan Wibowo (Grade 4) Someone stole the stripes from all the candy cane. But who? I went to look who stole it. I saw some footprints that I didn’t see when I came in. I took my candy cane to my car and I saw more footprints. I went into the car and all my things in the car were gone. Now that man or thing is really going to pay and go to jail. I followed the footprints and I saw some car tracks. I jumped into my car and followed the car track. After I followed a car track, I saw the car and the man running. I saw a motorbike and took it. I left a note just to make sure the owner is not disappointed at me. I rode it and followed the man at maximum speed. Then he took off with a helicopter. Then I also took off with a jet that I saw. I chased him to the sea. When he saw the sea, he just jumped off. At first I thought he was crazy but I was wrong. I saw him in a speed boat. ‘Can’t this guy ever give up?’ I thought. Then I saw a speed boat too. I jumped off and got inside I saw my jet exploded because it crashed with the helicopter. I found a gun and shot at the speed boat and it went through the metal and destroyed the machine and I trapped the thief. Then the thief looked down and saw piranhas waiting to eat him, so he gave up and he went to jail and I got the candy cane stripes back. The Monster Match By Aaron Bryan Wibowo (Grade 4) When my friend Mary called and to told me that we would be playing with a bunch of monsters this weekend for the soccer playoffs, I thought she was kidding. But when I arrived at the field, my eyes nearly fell out of my head. There, in the middle of the field, was a horde of the nastiest meanest looking trolls, ogres, and goblins I had ever seen. They were huge with long horns, sharp teeth, and ugly warts all over their bodies. I knew there was going to be trouble when the first thing they did was eat the referee, so the referee wouldn’t disturb them but we told them they cheated because they were suppose to respect the referee because he takes care of the game but they ignored us. Then the game started I tried to kick the ball to Mary but one of the monsters pushed me down and took the ball from me and kicked the ball toward the goal. They won many times because they were big and had a lot of muscles. The next day Mary and I had a plan that we would make our own team. We invited some of our friends that were good at playing football. When the game started I was the one who had to kick the ball. Then one of the monsters just ran towards me. Then I kicked the ball to my friend and the monster tripped and we won every round so we were the winner of the game and became a champion.
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