Fight Club

This was a didn't-put-down-until-finished book after long and Chuck Palahniuk is sure an engaging story teller. Soon after finishing this, I checked out the reviews of his other works and he sounds like a cult...a cult that I am readily relating to.

Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
-Alexander Pope

One flew over a cuckoo's nest.

Just completed this famous book by Ken Kesey and loved it. If I would have read this in high school, I might as well have cried in the end when they wheel in McMurhy. The way it unravels the modus operandi of a mental asylum and makes you an accomplice in the plans of the patients against the combine is simply amazing. Apart from this, the striking analogy with so many systems around us which are a little too stuctured, leaves you thinking about things and the way they should be long after you have put the book down.

There are numerous other things that have been touched and the book gives a new perspective on many issues. I must say that it's a must read.

Raat aadhi ho gai hai....

Raat aadhi ho gai hai,

Jagta main aankh faade,

hai! Sudhiyon ke sahare,

Jab ki dunia swapna ke jadu bhawan mein kho gai hai,

Raat aadhi ho gai hai.

Sun raha hun shanti itni,

Hai tapakti boond jitni,

Os ki, jinse drumon ki,

Gaat raat bhigo gai hai

Raat aadhi ho gai hai

De rahi kitna dilasa,

Aa jharokhe se zara sa,

Chandni pichhle pehar ki,

Paas mein jo so gai hai,

Raat aadhi ho gai hai.

...beautiful little fool..

All right...I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

-Daisy on her newborn girl (The Great Gatsby).

gulzaar.....

Kuchh aur bhi ho gaya numaya,

Main apna likkha mita raha tha.

The Purist by Ogden Nash

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."