a terrible painter, a dreamer, a rebel , a feminist and a self certified bisexual Witch. Who is always trying to visualize whats on the other side of the canvas she paints,just another human- Living alive Life. Now also a green tea addict.

Friday, 12 July 2013

Review- Manuscript Found in Accra



 I always wanted to review my favorite writer Paulo Coelho's books once. Since during my visit to Kolkata, I found out that his new book Manuscript Found In Accra was out, I grabbed it. So here goes my review, but lets be clear love is love and criticism is criticism.

Book- Manuscript found in Accra.
pages- 194


I was done reading the book on my return journey in train. The book was off course not asking you to dream like in his The Alchemist, nor it questions the value of existence without purpose in his Veronika decides to die. With first read it appears to be an anthology of various thoughts amassed from various books Coelho has written. If you are a regular reader of his, you will find its similar in flow and words. The book deals with the manuscript written on the eve before Jerusalem was attacked. The Copt. is the speaker a man who answers the question of people. If we look at the book we will find it hits around the bush. Then we have to delve deeper, the book speaks of the fear and desires and analyses them. If we are familiar with The Warrior of Light, then we know what Coelho is trying to do. It deals with one thing- Our Present and what Our Present has to offer future. The book tells its story about ordinary people, well thats the part I wish was written in less economic font. A little more background would have excited me personally. But again the purpose of this book was to suggest that peace will survive through hearts and one day despite all the wars there will be a time for us to get the gift of past Present. Ordinary questions answered in beautiful manner. Paulo Coelho grabs his readers with his simple words and his believe in extraordinary out of ordinary. At first read it might disappoint, but a second read is all we need to clearly see the philosophy of Coelho. In the end its all about present, to live and have a believe in heart. We all carry the invisible sword of courage.   

P.S- I rate it 2.75 out of  5 stars.

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries



Friday, 5 July 2013

Survival 1O1


This blog post is dedicated to the wonderful man "My brother-in-law" on surviving one year with my sister. Yes today they complete one year of their marriage. 

Dearest Brother-in-law,

Nothing in particular to say you, but you have many thanks and hands showing you thumbs up. You survived my sister, yes you did. Honestly when you gave the request in matrimony site, I was bent to reject it. But your smile had charmed my mother, so we looked further. When I read your profile you did fit our bill "Non-drinker, Non-smoker, smiling". Your blog made me like you, hence you grabbed my vote. Well its strange that your mental balance is still in equilibrium. Mom wanted to marry our apple of eye because she was driving us insane.Now you will land in top five of most popular family member. I doubt someone is hissing by your side as you are grinning. Since its one year, I would officially certify you the member Family of Satire. 

Your mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law are very proud of you as well as are gladly willing to show off the trophy husband. Your Father-in-law does not know how to thank you, since you are enduring his half-breed creation and thinks you are still a too good boy. Your Grandfather-in-law thinks you are very good man and you will keep his beloved happy. Your cousin-in-laws now have one more authority to look up to. As for me thank you for reading my blogs and being an honest critic, thanks for teaching the magic of online shopping. Thank you for wonderful recipes you made us feast on .

They say first year is the hardest in marriage and first anniversary is memorable. I hope you had a wonderful one year with my beloved elder sister. She is a driving force of energy just like a baby who wakes up from a power nap. I had no hope in institution of marriage, technically I still don't, yet you have sparked hopes in many. But I have a sincere request, please do not  tickle me, you are bound to be on my side not the woman-child you are curried too oops married too.... 

As for your score:-

Smile- 10/10
Cuteness- 8/10
Tolerance- 100/10
Niceness-  10/10
Cooking Skill- 1000/10
Dressing Sense- 7/10
Social  Involvement - 7/10
Sweet Tooth- 9/10



P.S-Well hope you like your score and congratulations, now we are busy watching your wedding video, and as for my sister we love you very much so don't be jealous. Enjoy your small honey moon and be safe.

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries.


Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Never Enough.



Generally when we watch the sweet romantic movies or read chick-lits we find the reference of women and her never ending shopping spree. I often wonder whats with us, that makes us crave for glitters, pretty, fluffy and pink. Yes there's no hiding, no matter how strong we are, how successful, how hardworking, how much alpha female we are, we love cute things.

 We may have hundred pair of shoes, one more pair is never enough. Numerous ear rings, yet the one we saw shining on the display will take our dreams away. There can be no perfect handbag to satisfy our needs. Our almost perfect life can only be salvaged when we have that pretty skirt. Some say shopping is best way to cheer up, I agree to a certain extent if not completely. A good shopping experience can make our day or ruin it. Imagine when we fail to find the dress we saw last week or how do we feel when the heel we loved did not match our feet's desire. It always hurts when the salesman utter we don't have this dress in your size mam. Yes a shopping spree can hurt us bad, all day we stay grumpy and curse that imaginary woman who buys the dress, shoe or bags we loved it enough. Its a game of seduction and money, yes it is. If we have been seduced by the purple scarf on the mannequin then we must have the money to have it. Its also love at first sight, we are walking by the shop and suddenly the beautiful creation charms you. We start to imagine where we will wear it, where we will take it so on and on. We are also not trustworthy partners, we will dump the three months old vanity bag for the orange sling bag. We are adulteress in materialistic world, never satisfied, lusting after every nail polish colour. The red lipstick is forgotten when mauve takes over the smile. Beauty rules, every day is a test for us, to resist the next green trousers in fashion, to resist the butterfly flip flops since your purse is empty. Its never enough in the pink world. The mysteries of Hand Bag can only be understand when a new one charms us. We are enchanted, not once but every time we step out to shop. Had money been no object, every other shoe and clothes and hand bags would have been in our closet. Love at first sight often results in heartbreak, when the shirt button gets stuck at the cleavages it hurts to move on to next size. We can reject this love when the price tag snaps us out of the spell, we become self contented  and decide we don't need it despite our heart shouting to grab the object and run away.

If any thoughts that backs up this serious crime of fidelity, it has to be our insecured nature. We can never be sure of anything, there is nothing called absolute in this part of world. We always strive for better and cuter,  more the cute, the more heart melts. Unlike man who really don't care about quantity but quality. Women in general go for quantity. "Pretty, cheap and different" then you are in my closet baby. We are also always running after the mirage that, "One more" and I am settled. Sadly we never are, so many roses and where will one bee go. We have infinite clothes but never the right one. We are so doubtful that the clothes get depressed of our antics. The handbags start to hide themselves and shoes look down. Time space action fail to move when we have to choose, hence in a moment of doubt our greatness flickers. We are highly sensitive creature to glitters, pink, fluffy, cute, red and cheap. We can hide our crimes in our hand bags, no one can track our foot prints in heels, we are creatures who delve in sinful sweetful delights of clothes, shoes, bags and chocolates and what not. We are the followers of Eve, temptation was engraved in our soul, insecurity in the small gestures of shopping, which never end. For us every day there is an invisible Sale sign calling.

P.S-  I particularly support book shopping, but I am a girl too, temptations is always high, but right now I have only nine pair of shoes and twenty hand bags and few trinket and infinite clothes but I never have enough to wear,   dedicated to my shopaholic sister.

thanking you to bear with me
paulOaries