Short story-His little friend

   HIS LITTLE FRIEND

                            The night was flooded with heavy rain with the giant dark clouds covering the                               earth like a huge blanket, the freezing vile winds rushing here and there, and the  occasional thunders making the night more precarious. The streets were deserted  of life and filled with the corpses of the pitiful animals who are starved to death. It  was almost midnight which it is the time the city sleeps, the darkness started to  creep in to the city as the lights of the houses dying. The night can be considered  as silent if not for the sound of ferociously pelting rain drops on the earth. The boy was standing on the porch drenched completely in rain, slightly quivering  due to cold. He was wearing his brown rain coat and khaki pants, the rain coat  was a gift from his aunt, he wears it whenever there is a rain, and it makes him  feel warm and invincible. He wears his hood to his head to cover his ears from the  cold wind and also from the father’s angry howls and his mother bawling’s. This  was not the first time they are having a fight, it happens almost every day,  sometimes it would be all night which he never be able to sleep. He was too scared to be in the house, they were so loud this time for he got  awake, he got out of the house quietly without them noticing him. He stood there  adamantly pressing his hands to his ears and silently praying for the dreadful  night to end. Even though he covered his ears the sounds never restrained from  piercing into him he hoped for the sounds to stop. His legs started aching so he  sat on the steps and supported himself to the railings, slowly the sleep started to  invite him to its kingdom which he can’t refuse. “WHERE ARE YOU? YOU LITTLE PUNK?” he woke up to his father’s roar, the  sudden awakening left him breathless and scared, he was breathing heavily and  quickly. His father shouted again ten times more louder than the previous. He  heard admonitory rhythmic footsteps approaching the front door and he knows  exactly what happens the moment the door was opened and he dreads it  profoundly. His legs started to move away from the house but his eyes lingering  on the door dreading for it to open it, suddenly there was a huge sound of  something broken inside, maybe it’s the TV in the hall but he was too frightened  to think, he turned around and ran quickly into the street. He imagined a huge  monster with blood filled eyes chasing him, he dares not to look back.
He was totally exhausted which he was running for a while and he can’t run  anymore, so he stopped. He turned back and relieved that no one is following  him. He stood there for a while, resting his hands on his knees trying to catch his  breath, he was slowly recuperating from his trauma, he looked at the sky, the cold  rain drops patted his face coarsely at different spots and one of them got into his  eye, he lowered his head nimbled his eye and for the first time noticed his  surroundings, he found himself in a strange dark place surrounded by lofty walls,  the air here was thick and warm, this place was narrow only enough for two big  persons to pass side by side. He slowly moved forward laboriously. The heat of his  body due to running is subdued and the cold started to conquer him insidiously,  he tightened the jacket to himself and decided to get out of the rain. He started  searching for a dry place. He found one on the left, there is an absence of wall  there, it is a small rectangle area closed on three sides with walls and filled cans of  garbage, the roof was slanted a little which makes it rain proof. He found a small  place enough for him to sit beside a large garbage can, he sat there cuddled to  himself, knees touching his nose, hands tangled around legs keeping all his warm  to himself. He lay there for a while listening to the sound of the rain drops, his belly started  to growl indicating that he is hungry, he searched his pockets for something and  found a half‐eaten chocolate which he saved in the morning. He took it out and  took a bite, he heard some faint squeaking sound coming from his left, the sound  was getting stronger and he knew whatever it is, it is approaching him. The rat  stared firmly at him, he returned that, it moved a little towards him and stopped  to stare at him again. He did the same thing again and again and in no time the rat  was on him, it was climbing him with some ease like a professional mountain  climber. It was tickling him everywhere and his sharp little nails piercing him  through the jacket but he dare not move an inch, afraid that if moved it may get  frightened and leave. The boy got fascinated by the rat, he always loves rats, one  day he asked his mother to get him a rat but received a curt stare.  The rat moved through his right hand towards the chocolate which he was  holding. It was eating the choc like it never ate for one week, the boy holds the  chocolate high so it can eat comfortably. The rat finished his meal and returned  back but the size of the chocolate was merely changed, may be it was more than  enough for its small belly. The rat started exploring his body moving from here to
there, it even got into his rain coat and shirt, he was afraid that it would bite but it  didn’t. He restrained his desire to catch the rat because he knew rat’s they don’t  like to be catched they wanted to be free, so that they can go anywhere they  want, so he let it be free. The rat selected itself a suitable place on his belly and  slept there twisting itself into a round puffy ball, his little tail created a fence  around its body like a security gate. He continued staring his little friend for long  time, envying his bliss. May be its parents are fighting too so it ran from its  burrow. He got sleepy and suddenly his eyelids became so heavy that it became  very hard to hold them any longer, he rested himself on floor careful not to  disturb his friend. Those two little creatures slept there enjoying each other’s  company and warmness. They don’t know the oblations they going to get from  the dawn of the day, the painful fate awaiting for them with its vicious claws, they  don’t have a place to live or any food to eat, but right now these bootless  thoughts not going to ruin their ecstasy, their freedom from all the earthly  trepidations is adamant, they slept like those two doesn’t belong to this world, it  is their moment alone and even the monstrous sky noxious roars can’t fear them  for they have each other, for the first time in his life the boy was not alone.

5 advantages of writing a Diary

Writing a diary has so many advantages, and one of them we got some explicit information about the World War 2 times from the diary of Anne frank and that’s a total different thing. By reading this post you will know the consequences that reflect to you by writing a diary daily.

1.Power of Expressing

You have a lot in you, buried under the deep ocean of your conscious waiting to see the light of the world, but your knowledge and experience about language was not enough and bottlenecks your overall communication with the exterior world.are

By writing a diary you will have a lot pf practice to express yourself, your every emotions like ecstasy, agony and your ideas everything you are accumulated deeply in yourself will come out in the form of words. Just as the protagonist says in the movie EX-machina that the humans knows the language in them from the birth but they have to learn to how how to express them by placing the correct words in an apt manner.

Isn’t all the conflicts in the world starts from the point where we fail to express ourselves effectively?

2.Memory

Many people these days forget most of the things, things which are trivial like brushing his teeth and some important things like picking his girlfriend from her house, that may become dangerous sometimes.

Writing a diary demands you to reminisce everything in a day and that increases your memory drastically, your brain goes into some intense pressure while memorizing less important daily activities and from then on it makes sure to remember every tiny detail according to the Charles darwin’s Evolutionary theory.

3.You will get a friend

Yes, the diary will be your best friend, you will every beautiful and horrible experiences of your life. So whenever you feel lonely and wants to share your feelings it will be there ready to listen everything you say.

4.You knows your wrongs

Today you did the wrong thing, you too know that but the enormous wall of your ego stops you from agreeing to that. You protest everything and everyone that is opposite to you continuously without any self conscious in yourself and after sometime you will believe that you are right and that you did the right thing.

Many of us don’t have the courage to accept his/her mistakes, they don’t even like to think about it because it damages their ego, but when its time to include that in your diary you will have no choice than to think about it and clouds of remorse and regret covers you which leads to redemption and self realization which you will never repeat it again.

5. You will develop your language

Obviously your language will get better. The more you write the more you learn.

Teaching Children How to Think Instead of What to Think

One of the greatest article on today’s robotic education system.

Teaching Children How to Think Instead of What to Think

Does soul exist?

This is the question pondering through generations, but we’re not even a single step closure to the revelation. Many great philosophers accorded with the idea of soul but profoundly failed to give an explicit explanation for it. But the idea of the soul seems to be fascinating to many sublime thinkers, in fact almost every religion in this earth completely agree with the existence of the soul.

But why is that? There is not even an single proof to aid this belief but still from the inception of the culture the idea of soul existed and this idea is planted even more strongly to the next generations, finally soul has become an undefined and unproved truth which everybody savors and agrees from the bottom of their heart. The concept of soul leads to many more imaginative entities like heaven, hell and reincarnation etc and those leads to many other but it is clear that soul is the center for all the pious beliefs. Why is all this surrounded on a single belief which is never even proved nor defined? there are several reasons for that, to understand them we have to apprehend completely what actually soul is or should i say what majority believe what the nature of soul is. The soul is more like a driver of a car, consider the car as our body and the driver as invisible.

Does the car need the driver that badly? the answer is yes, like the car our physical body is a complicated machine more sophisticated than any other in the known world, but nonetheless it is a machine. If we program a machine then it will follow those instructions flawlessly, it will never think twice why it is doing that, in fact it will never think at all, it will be deprived of all the glorious treasures of the men like conscience, imagination, empathy, stupidity, creativity everything, but if we are just the physical body made of earthly elements like oxygen, carbon, hydrogen etc then those shouldn’t exist in the first place. May be this is the main reason which drives everyone towards the concept of soul, or may be the digesting the fact that death as the END for everything is too hard. Creating a name for something we don’t completely contemplated is not so absurd because that is the very thing that science has been doing lately, which is creating a fancy scientific name for anything that is cannot be explained by it, but science is too obscure to truths and adamantly arrogant to accept its own faults, but whatever it is one thing is for sure that “naming” things was not equal to explaining them.

We can understand this concept more explicitly with the help of the words of great monk and philosopher Swami Vivekananda

“Here I stand and if I shut my eyes, and try to conceive my existence, “I”, “I”, “I”, what is the idea before me? The idea of a body. Am I, then, nothing but a combination of material substances? The Vedas declare, “No”. I am a spirit living in a body. I am not the body. The body will die, but I shall not die. Here am I in this body; it will fall, but I shall go on living. I had also a past. The soul was not created, for creation means a combination which means a certain future dissolution. If then the soul was created, it must die.”

“Are not all the tendencies of the mind and the body accounted for by inherited aptitude? Here are two parallel lines of existence — one of the mind, the other of matter. If matter and its transformations answer for all that we have, there is no necessity for supposing the existence of a soul. But it cannot be proved that thought has been evolved out of matter, and if a philosophical monism is inevitable, spiritual monism is certainly logical and no less desirable than a materialistic monism; but neither of these is necessary here.

We cannot deny that bodies acquire certain tendencies from heredity, but those tendencies only mean the physical configuration, through which a peculiar mind alone can act in a peculiar way. There are other tendencies peculiar to a soul caused by its past actions. And a soul with a certain tendency would by the laws of affinity take birth in a body which is the fittest instrument for the display of that tendency. This is in accord with science, for science wants to explain everything by habit, and habit is got through repetitions. So repetitions are necessary to explain the natural habits of a new-born soul. And since they were not obtained in this present life, they must have come down from past lives.”  – Swami Vivekananda

The words delivered by the Vivekananda at Chicago showed us a different approach and acted as a strong prop for the existence of soul. Even present day sophisticated scientific approaches can’t even answer the questions posed above.

What cannot be proved can neither be false not true, but what millions of believed and believing can not be absolutely false there should be some flake of truth in those belief’s, assuming that those believers are not completely maniacs.

The curious Incident of the dog in the night time-Mark Haddon

Just now completed the book, cant suppress the desire to write my opinion on this.

Story: A fifteen year old Christopher has an IQ of the size of an African bush elephant, he loves dogs more than humans, there is nothing he can’t understand in maths and science but human expressions and their sarcastic,playful words are always an enigmatic puzzle which he can never solve.One day he came to saw a dead body of his neighbors dog, i makes him sad, not only that wellington(dog) is dead but also the fact that killer is on the loose.so he decides to catch the killer, crafting himself as a detective.

Writing style: The first person narration makes it very interesting and simple to comprehend even for the children. The usage of fancy and dictionary words are very rare.It can be considered as a simple read.

Overview: The author makes us to travel into the mind of a true genius, we will see the way he thinks , his perspective towards the world are equally fascinating and horrifying. But this book was never deprived of exquisite human emotions, we can feel the unconditional love of parents (even though our protagonist can’t) and friendship. We can’t say that this literature is beautiful but it is audacious. The author never showed any reluctance to expose his view on the unintelligent side of the human mind, he directly criticized many traits of humans as lazy and foolishness(which may be true).

Final verdict: This is one of the best children book in the market, but it can entertain teens altogether. This book makes us love maths (its not a joke), there is also one difficult maths problem at the end of the book. This is definitely a simply read which can be completed with one sitting but demands to read it again.

Atticus finch

(“If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.-Atticus finch”)

Atticus Finch is one of my favorite character in the literature world. He is a fictional character from the Harper lee’s award winning novel “To kill a Mockingbird” (1960) in which he is a lawyer who represents a “black”man in a fictional Maycomb county, Alabama.

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“Atticus is just a fictional character” “Atticus is just a creation from the mind of Harper lee” these are the bitter truths that saddens me deeply whenever i think about him, but i don’t care if he is a fiction, in my world he is more alive and real than anything. His wise words rings in my ears everyday, his undaunted courage, and unprejudiced opinions makes him a legend.

(“The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”-Atticus finch)

If there is any word in any language to represent Atticus then it will be the most sophisticated language in the universe, but sadly there isn’t. Even millions of words are not enough, it requires illuminated eyes to see his path. We can learn so much from him, the temerity he showed when the whole world is against him because of the decision he took to represent the black man. The undaunted confidence even in the worst of times. He believed “his” rules, he fought to his life for what he believed is right.

He respected Justice but not enough to elude the real justice by leaving a man who is enduring the unbearable inequity the world casting on him. He knows he can’t win it, he knows he doesn’t have the power to change the world, but that doesn’t stop him from doing what he wanted to do. His endeavors are not for winning, he does it for himself, to satisfy his righteous soul.

(“You just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don’t you let ‘em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change.”-Atticus finch)

He is the strongest person i have ever seen, he proved that fighting with brain is better than fighting with muscles. Even when is humiliated by Bob Ewell (jerk) in the middle of the street, he just pitied him.“Jem, see if you can stand in Bob Ewell’s shoes a minute. I destroyed his last shred of credibility at that trial, if he had any to begin with. The man had to have some kind of comeback, his kind always does. So if spitting in my face and threatening me saved Mayella Ewell one extra beating, that’s something I’ll gladly take. He had to take it out on somebody and I’d rather it be me than that houseful of children out there. You understand?” this converse with his son jim proves that. He can wear the skin of his worst enemy, think like him and understand his problem, what more do you expect from a human?.

“This time we aren’t fighting the Yankees, we’re fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter how bitter things get, they’re still our friends and this is still our home.”

His way of seeing things is enlightening, his treats his children like adults and respects them. He never lies to his children, even for the most embarrassed question, he answers in most understandable way possible.

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.”

He can’t fly, cant beat 10 members simultaneously, cant’t save the mankind from the deadly virus that destroys all the humanity, he wont work for the S.H.I.E.L.D but still he is my favorite hero.

We were liars – Book review

I have to warn you before reading this review that this book is not an ordinary YA book which is filled with a lots of teenage drama, expected twists and a relishing ending that will make us think that life is so beautiful. If that’s what you want then immediately stop reading this review and save yourself some time.

This 240 pages book written by E. Lockhart is a host for several awards including Amazon best YA book of the month and also best YA fiction in goodreads choice awards. This book deserves each and every one of them.

The story revolves around a girl name Cadence who is visiting her wealthy grandfathers house for her summer holidays like she did every summer, and also to meet her friends and the local boy. If i reveal the story too much then i will be the most cruel person in the world which i’m not. The unreliable first person narration make the book more addicting.

You will occasionally encounter a disconcerting narration that seems at first literal, but is in fact magical realism. For example, when Cady Sinclair Eastman, the 15-year-old narrator of the book, is recounting her parents’ divorce, she describes her father packing his things into his Mercedes. Then you read this: “Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,
then from my eyes,
my ears,
my mouth.
It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps to the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.
Mummy snapped. She said to get hold of myself.” at first we may think that the scene actually happened which is not, it is just a poetic description of how devastated the narrator has become.

This books captured the most precious of the human emotions, it has friendship, family , love and most importantly it has “LIES”, the lies which are so bold and more beautiful than the truth. The Author can be considered as a genius in writing a story like this, this book may not be perfect (if we ever define perfect) but this will leave you with a tearful eyes and wrenching heart.

Finally, though this book mainly concentrates towards the YA audience it still has the potential to entertain the adult readers too who likes a good mystery story with genuine twists.