An amazing novel with all negative emotions one can imagine
to live with. The main character Heathcliffe is origin of every bad thing that
Emile Bronte could come up with and Catherine is the desire that keeps his
madness continued throughout the book. It is hard to assimilate how a man can
control the rest of the lives of two families after he meets them. Heathcliffe
is a pure demonstration of a dictator with complicated blend of intelligence
and notoriety. Well, the novel is a
successful approach to express all the passions of madness and love that two
persons can engage in. The characters
are carefully chosen to represent every emotion and all the incidents add up to
the development of the story. I liked reading this novel.
Friday, December 6, 2013
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Again, a great novel by Charles Dickens portraying the life
an orphan child Pip who goes through a chain of events that keeps him occupied
with all the sentimental and emotional ups and downs that comes with the
fortune that he received from an unknown benefactor. The best thing about the
novel is the development of the story and disclosure at the climax about the
benefactor. The ending is not a happy one but not as tragic as in “A Tale of
Two Cities” by Charles Dickens. Also,
unlike “A Tale…..” this one has got a good sense of humor which actually keeps
your mind engaged and prevents the possibility of you getting depressed again
with Charles Dickens characters. I find the novel worth suggesting to readers.
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Monday, December 2, 2013
Sarga Suli (Isar Lat)
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Heritage,
Jaipur,
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Sunset from My Home
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Evening,
Jaipur,
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Friday, November 22, 2013
City Street
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Jaipur,
Photo Gallery
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Wall and Window
A Winter Color of Nature
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
October Evening 2
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Clouds,
Evening,
Jaipur,
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Sunday, October 6, 2013
October Evening
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Clouds,
Evening,
Jaipur,
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Saturday, September 28, 2013
The Horrors of Unconscious
They are deep buried somewhere
in the moor of unconscious,
a grange of emotions abandoned,
a barren land of displeasure,
now you are entering there,
with cold shivers,
and unattended grudges,
a dark moist province,
with mist of fears,
surrounded by gloom and depression,
twixt you hear
melancholy sound of your footsteps,
and see those reflections of you,
solemn and solitude,
sobbing in loneliness,
ah! you miserable you,
your cruel motives,
horrible intentions,
repulsive thoughts,
terrible deeds,
ghastly crimes,
no! you can't take it,
it's eating you,
it's haunting you,
you are frightened,
mourning won't let you go,
you are in den of terrors,
a cave of invisible demons,
full of your ugly sins,
your worst nightmares,
you are in denial,
frenzy has engulfed you,
your shrieks are unheard,
you wretch!
you devil in human body!
you are to pay for everything,
and you can't run from that,
your transient prayers,
a beg for forgiveness,
shedding money for charity,
nah! they won't save you,
you are clung to the ghosts,
which are never dead,
those ghosts of yourself,
unleashing unstoppable
horrors of unconscious.
in the moor of unconscious,
a grange of emotions abandoned,
a barren land of displeasure,
now you are entering there,
with cold shivers,
and unattended grudges,
a dark moist province,
with mist of fears,
surrounded by gloom and depression,
twixt you hear
melancholy sound of your footsteps,
and see those reflections of you,
solemn and solitude,
sobbing in loneliness,
ah! you miserable you,
your cruel motives,
horrible intentions,
repulsive thoughts,
terrible deeds,
ghastly crimes,
no! you can't take it,
it's eating you,
it's haunting you,
you are frightened,
mourning won't let you go,
you are in den of terrors,
a cave of invisible demons,
full of your ugly sins,
your worst nightmares,
you are in denial,
frenzy has engulfed you,
your shrieks are unheard,
you wretch!
you devil in human body!
you are to pay for everything,
and you can't run from that,
your transient prayers,
a beg for forgiveness,
shedding money for charity,
nah! they won't save you,
you are clung to the ghosts,
which are never dead,
those ghosts of yourself,
unleashing unstoppable
horrors of unconscious.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Jalmahal
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Heritage,
Jaipur,
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Jaigarh
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Heritage,
Jaipur,
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