We all have a list of things we feel is important, but somehow we could never express them as powerfully as we’d like to. What do you do when you suddenly find out that someone had already spoken (and damn well too) of almost everything on your list?
Sylvia Plath.
I can’t get enough of her. I’ve shared her words before, and I’ll do it again.
This is how we are, aren’t we? Think for a minute, what do you desire the most, and what does it do to you?
Apart from rum, of course.
He finished the letter in which he professed his undying love for her. Then he threw it away – Today’s Author
With tears in his eyes, he wandered into the chilly February night.
Confused, his room-mate picked up the crumbled letter from wastepaper bin.
Over the next minute, countless thoughts ran amok in his head. He quickly copied the letter onto a fresh paper. Heaving a sigh, he threw the crumbled paper back into the bin, and strode away with the new letter.
And the next time the two room mates met, he was already engaged to her.
Love is sharing.
A seasonal story for tomorrow’s Valentines Day. What do you think?
What is it like to successfully help the government on a top-secret mission for years, and then be sentenced by the very same government?
What is it like to be forced into suicide, and have all your achievements kept secret for over 50 years?
Benedict Cumberbatch will give you a vivid image. In The Imitation Game.
What if machines couldn’t think — ? Well, the world wouldn’t be what it is today, that’s for certain.
Once again, I was stunned into silence by Cumberbatch’s performance on screen. But this time, it wasn’t only him.
Powerful, aren’t they? Words?
Every conversation goes deep into your soul, and makes you question yourself.
Why do people enjoy violence?
What is normal?
Why do people conform to normality, and punish those who aren’t?
What is indecency?
What’s a better marriage?
If you’re looking for answers, then the movie isn’t for you.
There are no answers in the movie. But you will find yourself wondering about everything society has ever taught you about normal. And that, can keep you awake for hours into the night.
I’m at a loss for what to say without quoting the entire script here. I enjoyed this movie like no other, and after a long time too.
Keira Knightley was beautiful. Which is not much a surprise. But what is, is that both Keira and Benedict had a wonderful chemistry on screen. A chemistry with the absence of fleeting passion and rapid breathing.
You don’t often see love depicted as in this movie. It’s both sad and nice, that two people who are so unlikely for each other, are perhaps best suited together.
“We’ll have each other’s minds. That sounds like a better marriage than most.”
For some reason, I could see a lot of resemblance to the Benedict’s characterisation of Alan Turing and Sherlock.
Arrogance. Soft chuckles. Total loss of sociability.
And, The Game.
You need to watch this movie, alone. To understand, to revere, and to appreciate the power of simple words.
And some badass acting.
Sometimes you learn some great lessons when you’re least expecting them. I was watching Furious 6, and this particular dialogue hit me hard. Not only the truth in it, but also the conviction with which the character delivers it.
That’s when I realized; in all my stories so far, I have never been able to create a character so strong and powerful as this one. It’s one of the things that make a character stand out, and be remembered. It’s the self-belief, the conviction, and – to an extent – arrogance that defines a character.
Between a character like this and a character that remains silent in that exact situation, I’d always prefer this one.
That’s a writing lesson I’d never forget; for a character to linger, she must display powerful attitude.
What say you guys? Any other lessons from movies?
His book was on the best sellers list and it was the worst possible thing that could have happened. – Today’s Author
He had never expected to send that draft to print; it was his first novel, and it was meant to remain unpublished.
Despite the people who appreciated the work, he knew it fell short somewhere. After countless scrutinizing drafts later, he had decided to put it off for sometime.
Then came the flourishing era.
He wrote another book, published it, and from there, his path was paved with success.
Throughout the years, the first novel remained a draft, collecting dust in his drawer. He never made an effort to revive it.
His family tried to coerce him into getting it published but he wouldn’t budge. He had convinced himself that his first book wasn’t meant for public readership.
Then it happened.
One bright Sunday, he left home for his morning walk, never to return.
Floating in mid-air, he gaped longingly at the shelves. After what seemed like hours, a young girl picked up a copy and flipped it to read the synopsis.
He read it over her shoulder.
“The critically acclaimed first work of the great novelist Bradly Wilson, published posthumously by his loving family.”
“This is his greatest contribution to the literary world. Pity he never got to see it in print.” — The New York Times.
“He was always like that; he gave away a lot without trumpeting it” — Mrs. Wilson.
The Chaos Within 