Rhythm Of  Life..

The clock is silent
nowadays clocks no longer
need to make
that rhythmic sound of life.

We have moved on
and everything is changed
I am no longer sad
I don't weep for you.

In still moments
I see you solitary, reflective-
running with the wind along the waterfront
with your Walkman on.

Radio waves carry words
of a song we shared
and I am free to smile
at the thought of you.

Big and handsome
the scent of you
like a powerful beast lingers
untamed by this world.

I know you still swim with dolphins
in the cold North Sea
I know you still laugh .I know you live by the seasons
and time is not your enemy,
the clock is silent
I don't weep for you, I weep for me.
and drink wine with friends.

ONE IS NOT A NUMBER...

 One isn't just an AMBITION,

                                        One is a DEMONSTRATION.......

                    One is not a POSITION or TITLE,

                                             One is ACTION and EXAMPLE.......

                         One doesn't only KNOW THE WAY,

                                   One SHOWS THE WAY........

                                    One doesn't simply POWER THEIR TEAM,

                                             One also EMPOWERS THEM........ 

       One isn't just a POSITION,

                     One is ACTION........

One isn't just a GOAL,

               One is a PLAN....

                          One doesn't just create FOLLOWERS,

                           One create LEADERS.....

       One doesn't JUST TELLS,

          One SHOWS...

               One isn't just an AUTHORITY,

                          One is INSPIRATION....

    One isn't just about 'ME'

                    One is about 'WE'......

         One isn't IMMEDIATE, but

                   One is DEFINITE....

        One isn't just an ABILITY,

                                     One is a RESPONSIBILITY.....

SO BE THE ONE....

                                    TE3N - FILM REVIEW

The fascination of “Te3n” (no, that’s not a misprint — the title is pronounced “teen,” which is Hindi for the number three, which refers to the trio of lead characters) is that although it’s a gritty procedural thriller about a kidnapping and child murder, with themes of loss, violence, justice, and revenge, the movie is much quieter around the edges than its American counterpart would be. This is an underworld drama in which the excitement of solving crime rarely overshadows the disturbance that crime causes (even for those committing it). “Te3n” may, in fact, be too quiet to succeed here; it’s both pokier and longer than it needs to be. Yet if you stick with it, you’ll know what it feels like to watch an extended episode of “Law & Order: Kolkata” in which the powers of law enforcement generate all the more intrigue for not totally knowing what they’re doing.

The central character, John Biswas (Amitabh Bachchan), is a grandfather with stiff limbs, a full head of grayish hair, and heavy-framed glasses, all of which combine to make him look like the soul of senior ineffectuality. For the last eight years, John has gone down to the police station almost every day, trying to get to the bottom of what happened to his 8-year-old granddaughter, Angela, who was kidnapped eight years ago and then killed. (The perpetrator was never found.) John holds himself responsible, but the police have little interest in re-opening the case. That is, not until there’s a second kidnapping eight years later, and this one bears such an uncanny similarity to the first one — same voice issuing muffled threats over the phone, same intricate ransom exchange plan, same sinister B-movie black van — that it seems all but obvious the original monster is back.

After eight years of agony, John decides to investigate the original case himself, and he starts to turn up clues. He spies a girl from an orphanage for the deaf and dumb wearing Angela’s long-lost white wool hat, which leads back to a charity donation made by a local Imambara, which adjoins a cemetery in which a metal trunk was dug up, and that trunk contained a pen, which bore the swan insignia of the Land Measurement Office, whose bureaucrats knew that John was selling some property.

The very banality of this detail is convincing (well, except for the part about the girl showing up in the hat), and also…a little banal. “Te3n” is two hours and 13 minutes long, and for close to the first hour, it’s watchable in a slightly sodden way. The original police inspector on the case, Father Martin Das (Nawazuddin Siddiqui), was so dispirited by his inability to catch the kidnapper that he had a spiritual breakdown, joining the priesthood because he could no longer believe in any plan that wasn’t God’s. The new case lures him back in: Still wearing his priestly collar, he becomes the unofficial partner of Sarita Sarker (Vidya Balan), the lead officer on the case, who keeps saying things like, “You may have stopped wearing the uniform, but you still sound like a policeman!”

“Te3n,” fortunately, grows both gnarlier and better as it goes along. The film actually has an intermission, and the first half ends with a cliff-hanger, as the ransom exchange of the first kidnapping is duplicated, this time with the police on the ball. The director, Ribhu Dasgupta, creates some distinctly Hitchcockian suspense centered around a crew of Army cadets on a train (one of whom we’re led to think is the kidnapper in disguise). Then there’s a chase, and the kidnapper is caught and revealed, at which point your jaw drops open at least halfway.

But is he really the kidnapper? “Te3n” is a remake of the 2013 Korean thriller “Montage,” and the movie has a curlicued, good-guys-pretending-to-be-bad-guys (and vice versa) twistiness that is very Korean. Frankly, the twists, when they come, are more gripping than the atmosphere of fraying sadness. Amitabh Bachchan, the fabled Indian actor who plays Johnny, gives the kind of impacted, implosive performance that brings to mind the depressed-everyman Al Pacino of a movie like “Manglehorn,” but most of the other cast members, compelling as they are, don’t get enough to work with. “Te3n” desperately wants to succeed as a human drama that transcends the facile suspense of who done it. The movie doesn’t fully live up to that ambition, but the good news is that it’s just Bollywood enough to show you what deeply familiar thriller conventions feel like when they’re made with different spices.

           MAZE RUNNER BY JAMES DASHNER - book review

The Maze Runner is the first book in a trilogy written by the American author James Dashner. The book was first published in 2009. The similarities between The Hunger Games, Divergent and The Maze Runner are striking. Firstly, the setting is a post-apocalyptic world with an authoritarian regime, secondly a young teenage hero or heroine decides to fight against the rulers, and finally the heroes are being tested in a trial and have to fight for life or death.

In The Hunger Games the hero, Katniss Everdeen, and the world the story plays in, Panem, are introduced at the beginning and only later in the book the actual trials start. Quite in contrast, The Maze Runner kicks off directly in the middle of the trial and as the title says, a seemingly unsolvable maze must be solved.

Thomas, the sixteen years old hero, remembers nothing about himself except his name. His memory has been wiped, as have all the memories of the Gladers, the teenagers who inhabit the maze. The only thing Thomas can recall is that he must solve the Maze to save himself and the other Gladers. The maze is gigantic and the fifty boys who are caught in it live on a farm in the middle of the maze, an area called the Glade. Every day a small number of the boys, the Runners, leave the Glade and head out into the unknown to find a way out and Thomas wants to become one of them.

As if solving a gigantic maze wouldn't be challenging enough, the walls of the maze move every night to create new dead ends and new paths. And each night the walls directly surrounding the Glade, the place where the boys live, close and shield the Gladers against the dreadful monsters that inhabit the maze. It has been two years since the first boys have found themselves in the maze with wiped-out memories and now Thomas has joined them. He soon notices that he knows more about the maze and the reason why they have all been placed in it. With his help the Gladers are closer to solving the maze than ever before.

The story is very action-packed and reading the book feels very much like watching a movie. In contrast to The Hunger Games, where twenty-four boys and girls must kill each other, The Maze Runner seems more like a mystery book. In my opinion, The Maze Runner is more suitable for younger readers. Reading The Maze Runner really feels more like watching a movie. The book is also written in the the third person, whereas The Hunger Games is written in the first person, which allows reals insight into Katniss's thoughts and puts you in the middle of the action.

I think The Maze Runner definitely is a good book and I am looking forward to the movie, which will be action-packed and thrilling, just like the book. However, in comparison to The Hunger Games The Maze Runner doesn't feel as realistic and serious, thus isn't as engaging and shocking.

MY LITTLE SCARS.

I can feel my nails dig into my palms,

The same way I feel their words pierce through my heart.

Their eyes are lasers that fall on my skull, 

And their hands are whips that scar my body.
Do they realise what they do to me? 

Do they know what I’ve become? 

Do I even matter to them anymore?

Do they even care as they did?
I sit here alone

Staring at the walls

Of the house that was once mine,

The place I used to call home

It doesn’t feels like home anymore

When did that happen? 

When did everything change? 

Will I ever feel like home again? 
My nails still dig into my palms,

Tiny curves of pain full my hands..

… For now 

They’ll be gone soon

  Those little scars.

But I will still be here,

Wondering when my world fell apart.
Much pain,

HIGH SCHOOL

         
                              For the last 4 years the only constant thing in my mind was getting done with high school, graduating and escaping the wrath of tests, exams and subjects that never even registered in my brain. As I came closer and closer to the last year of school I started counting months and days till I could finally get away from school once and for all. But as I was making my elaborate plans of escaping, something clicked inside my mind. Maybe all these years of rigorous hard work (which was triggered by hours long counselling sessions by my parents) looked like a torture torpedo waiting to detonate but i had learned so much these past years. I was slowly shaping and molding into a new person. Every little experience I’ve had till now has changed the way I look at things, and myself. Yes some days were worse than others but each tiny little experience made me realize how important all of this was. it was like climbing up a ladder that never ends, some days the ladder would feel wonky and out of balance, like everything would come crashing down any minute while the rest of the days it felt like I could jump up a dozen step and still not be out of breath. Every step forward felt like an achievement that I get to celebrate with myself.

After spending almost 3 and a half years in high school I can finally say one thing for certain. School, though may not sound so fun and wonderful, shapes you into the person you are. You are slowly pushed onto the slide of reality, a slow, excruciating slide filled with bumps and stops all along the way but nevertheless an adventurous one.

Take me back in time and I still wouldn’t change a single experience I’ve had.

- JUVERIA IQBAL

FIND YOUR WAY HOME.

The place where you can prance around in your pajamas, tie your hair in a bun and drag yourself off the floor.

Where you can slump into the couch and watch reruns for hours while immersing your sorrow in a tub of chocolate ice cream.

When breakfast can be had at 1, lunch at 5, dinner at 12 and a piece of dense chocolate cake at 3 in the morning, cause it ain’t never to late to have dessert.

But is that what a home is supposed to mean?

So, go out.

Meet new people, even if you want to stay holed up in your pillows and quilt.
Stand in the sun, and feel the warmth on your face though all that you feel within is damp, cold.

Talk, laugh and smile, practice. And with time the lump in your throat when someone asks about him, the stabbing pain will get pushed away, deep down, somewhere. That is all what you need for now and let time work its way out.

Home is a place to rest.

We are too young to be this sad, tired and worn out, no?