It cuts you like a sharp, incisive knife. You feel blood oozing off of your body, while your mind is on all fours, trying to grasp the wonderful story, the beautiful characters as they run away, without even a backward glance, just laughing at how you will never ever know. The worst part is that you don't even realize they're gone before they're beyond hearing your tortured screams, asking them to come back, wanting to know those things that you missed, those events that the circumstances were building up to, that conclusion they were all supposed to reach....
Also, you realize that you really are as fucking careless as others deem you to be.
So here's my sad story- I was on my way to Delhi, to give my SATs ('how did your exam go?' I understand the reader must be asking him/herself. Well, to be very frank I don't really know. I mean, on an exam that gives you negative marks on wrong answers, you're supposed to practice abstinence. You're supposed to NOT guess- at least, not many questions. But that's exactly what I did, being the obsessive, idiotic answers-filler that I am (is that even a term? I don't know, but it definitely should be. And I'll be the paradigm, whose idiocy everyone will try to match. Not. Also, did I just introduce a bracket within a bracket? That's not some grammar folly is it?). I guessed my way through a lot many Error IDs and sentence completions. Now, I understand that the Princeton Review writers suggested that I should first use the Process of Elimination and if I can narrow down my choices, I must choose an answer because if it turns out to be right, I gain one, and if it turns out to be wrong, I lose a quarter. If you look at it from that perspective, it's ludicrous not to choose. But then comes the sudden, horrific realization, when you're done with your paper, that you left ONLY TWO QUESTIONS BLANK. *not-cool-not-cool-not-cool* goes your heartbeat, but you can do nothing about it. And honestly, the test is so long and yet the time at hand so less that you end up with a long list of 'I should/shouldn't haves' at the end of your paper. Sadly, all I can do now, is wait and see if I am actually pretty lucky and smart, or really the obsessive, idiotic answers-filler.) I had to spend the night in the train, and you should know that I hate sleeping in trains at night. The perpetual palpitation and the faces (mostly legs, actually) of strangers sleeping (snoring) away near you are just not my idea of an idyllic place to sleep. So I always pack a novel to spend my nights with. This time I was supposed to be cramming last minute SAT words, and revising the tips, some math formulae and stuff like that. But I didn't. Instead, ignoring my mom's advice, I took 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green, a book I've been meaning to read since forever, and which was delivered at my doorstep four days before I was scheduled to leave (Somebody up there wanted me to read that book, trust you me. Sadly..somebody up there also wanted what happened next..) So there I was, devouring the nuances of Alaska (and the Colonel. Oh, I loved the Colonel). I reached the almost-going-to-fall-asleep stage by the time you-know-who you-know-what-ed (This is for the benefit of you, dear readers, who are crazy not to have read it by now). I was way too emotionally drained to continue so I fell asleep, I vividly remember, right after I kept the book safely inside my mother's purse (a large Baggit, which I always keep next to me in trains because I never sleep at night, so it's safe that way). I woke up minutes before the train was to reach Delhi, so I had no time to continue reading, also not when we were in the car, on our way to my brother's place which is almost a two-and-a-half hours drive from the station, as I fell asleep. Upon reaching, I was too busy with my brother and sister-in-law to even think about the book. Come night though, I suddenly remembered the poignant part where I'd left my beloved characters, in their unendurable agony. I rushed to them, trapped inside my mom's ginormous purse, but ALAS, they weren't there! The purse was devoid of my beautiful book. I couldn't believe it.. I KEPT IT THERE! I searched the entire house, obviously, but they were nowhere to be found..Alaska, The Colonel, Pudge.. where were they??!
Of course, everyone refuses to believe that I actually kept the book. They think I left it in the train. Seriously? They don't know me. I can leave behind my iPod, I can leave behind a bomb, I can leave behind the fricking Kohinoor (that is, of course, if David Cameron agrees to return what is ours..) BUT I CANNOT LEAVE BEHIND A BOOK, A STORY I AM INVOLVED IN, CHARACTERS I AM IN LOVE WITH! I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T! (Trying to emulate Nina Dobrev from the Vampire Diaries. As much as I hate her guts for choosing Damon over Stefan, I have to agree that Elena does the 'I can't I can't I can't pretty good.)
Of course, I can never ever find out the end on Wikipedia, ever.
So now I sit here, tortured, as the people at HomeShop18 keep sending me over incompetent message after the other, saying they're trying to get their hands on the book from here, and there, because they are out of stock! Why, oh WHY, are you doing this to me God? I hate reading PDF files on the computer..but if they can't retrieve it in a week, tops, I am gonna be reduced to that, I am sure.
I give it a week's time, because to occupy myself I have a rather great substitute called 'Gone Girl' by Gillian Flynn. I know, I know, it's the book everyone's talking about, the book people ask you to read just so they can discuss it with you, according to Independent, and I have to agree, so far, it's been a pretty intriguing read. I am assuming Amy is not REALLY dead but who knows? I've heard the conclusion is supposed to shatter you and make you wanna re-read the book for all the clues you missed. I am hoping the book does that for me too!
A review coming your way soon, my readers..
Please pray for me..pray that my beautiful characters, trapped inside that one hell of a book, are returned to me, before I am done with Gone Girl..
Also, you realize that you really are as fucking careless as others deem you to be.
So here's my sad story- I was on my way to Delhi, to give my SATs ('how did your exam go?' I understand the reader must be asking him/herself. Well, to be very frank I don't really know. I mean, on an exam that gives you negative marks on wrong answers, you're supposed to practice abstinence. You're supposed to NOT guess- at least, not many questions. But that's exactly what I did, being the obsessive, idiotic answers-filler that I am (is that even a term? I don't know, but it definitely should be. And I'll be the paradigm, whose idiocy everyone will try to match. Not. Also, did I just introduce a bracket within a bracket? That's not some grammar folly is it?). I guessed my way through a lot many Error IDs and sentence completions. Now, I understand that the Princeton Review writers suggested that I should first use the Process of Elimination and if I can narrow down my choices, I must choose an answer because if it turns out to be right, I gain one, and if it turns out to be wrong, I lose a quarter. If you look at it from that perspective, it's ludicrous not to choose. But then comes the sudden, horrific realization, when you're done with your paper, that you left ONLY TWO QUESTIONS BLANK. *not-cool-not-cool-not-cool* goes your heartbeat, but you can do nothing about it. And honestly, the test is so long and yet the time at hand so less that you end up with a long list of 'I should/shouldn't haves' at the end of your paper. Sadly, all I can do now, is wait and see if I am actually pretty lucky and smart, or really the obsessive, idiotic answers-filler.) I had to spend the night in the train, and you should know that I hate sleeping in trains at night. The perpetual palpitation and the faces (mostly legs, actually) of strangers sleeping (snoring) away near you are just not my idea of an idyllic place to sleep. So I always pack a novel to spend my nights with. This time I was supposed to be cramming last minute SAT words, and revising the tips, some math formulae and stuff like that. But I didn't. Instead, ignoring my mom's advice, I took 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green, a book I've been meaning to read since forever, and which was delivered at my doorstep four days before I was scheduled to leave (Somebody up there wanted me to read that book, trust you me. Sadly..somebody up there also wanted what happened next..) So there I was, devouring the nuances of Alaska (and the Colonel. Oh, I loved the Colonel). I reached the almost-going-to-fall-asleep stage by the time you-know-who you-know-what-ed (This is for the benefit of you, dear readers, who are crazy not to have read it by now). I was way too emotionally drained to continue so I fell asleep, I vividly remember, right after I kept the book safely inside my mother's purse (a large Baggit, which I always keep next to me in trains because I never sleep at night, so it's safe that way). I woke up minutes before the train was to reach Delhi, so I had no time to continue reading, also not when we were in the car, on our way to my brother's place which is almost a two-and-a-half hours drive from the station, as I fell asleep. Upon reaching, I was too busy with my brother and sister-in-law to even think about the book. Come night though, I suddenly remembered the poignant part where I'd left my beloved characters, in their unendurable agony. I rushed to them, trapped inside my mom's ginormous purse, but ALAS, they weren't there! The purse was devoid of my beautiful book. I couldn't believe it.. I KEPT IT THERE! I searched the entire house, obviously, but they were nowhere to be found..Alaska, The Colonel, Pudge.. where were they??!
Of course, everyone refuses to believe that I actually kept the book. They think I left it in the train. Seriously? They don't know me. I can leave behind my iPod, I can leave behind a bomb, I can leave behind the fricking Kohinoor (that is, of course, if David Cameron agrees to return what is ours..) BUT I CANNOT LEAVE BEHIND A BOOK, A STORY I AM INVOLVED IN, CHARACTERS I AM IN LOVE WITH! I CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T! (Trying to emulate Nina Dobrev from the Vampire Diaries. As much as I hate her guts for choosing Damon over Stefan, I have to agree that Elena does the 'I can't I can't I can't pretty good.)
Of course, I can never ever find out the end on Wikipedia, ever.
So now I sit here, tortured, as the people at HomeShop18 keep sending me over incompetent message after the other, saying they're trying to get their hands on the book from here, and there, because they are out of stock! Why, oh WHY, are you doing this to me God? I hate reading PDF files on the computer..but if they can't retrieve it in a week, tops, I am gonna be reduced to that, I am sure.
I give it a week's time, because to occupy myself I have a rather great substitute called 'Gone Girl' by Gillian Flynn. I know, I know, it's the book everyone's talking about, the book people ask you to read just so they can discuss it with you, according to Independent, and I have to agree, so far, it's been a pretty intriguing read. I am assuming Amy is not REALLY dead but who knows? I've heard the conclusion is supposed to shatter you and make you wanna re-read the book for all the clues you missed. I am hoping the book does that for me too!
A review coming your way soon, my readers..
Please pray for me..pray that my beautiful characters, trapped inside that one hell of a book, are returned to me, before I am done with Gone Girl..
