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The fault in our stars

 

Just so you know, this is not a book review. I mean, I am nobody to judge books. Also if you find my language Greenish (John Green-Greenish) it is because I finished this book yesterday and the voice it left inside my head is still dictating me right now. So, I might as well use it productively? Huh? I don’t know.

This is a shoulder-to-cry-on journal if you ask me, because you know, you would never be over with this feeling whenever you would look back at the memories, this book gave you.

But let me applaud the genius of this guy, first.

Meanwhile, this guy is also clapping in my next tab.

And Green deserves it all.

Are you sometimes sad by a book and then in hope, try to make yourself cheerful again by finding yourself a good comedy to get over it. But in this case, you just can’t. Why? WHY, YOU SAY?

Because the comical wit and the tragedy of this book is so intricately conjugated that whenever I have an impulse to laugh
(post-reading), I believe I might cry as well. And it is not even about crying. The thing it stirred inside all of us– is a beast of unrequited qualms. Excuse, my poetic notions but you gotta accept it, all of his ideas are difficult to gulp down and a are not easily forgotten by changing the genre and by this, I mean, shifting to other novels with lesser painful potentials. And I don’t even know what genre it was. Cry-till-you-die? Universe-does-not-notice-tragedy? Teenage-death-philosophy might do it certainly. Or my favorite: O-Hell-it-hurts genre.

It will haunt you whenever you see any person in your books dying. And I might as well say that It would haunt you to search Something with a capital S in your life because yeah baby, that is how it is, apart from all metaphorical resonance and shit, we all might be buried under the same stones like stock storage kinda thing. Ordinary? A Pity in the eyes of people who think they know you. After-all the funeral wishes on your wall are derived from the same unknown people who leaves wishes on your “Happy birthday”.

Oh god, what did you do to me, Green?

I just couldn’t believe Augustus was dead. And I wasn’t even crying my eyes out. It became extremely suffocating. Why? Because their is a lesson in this too. Their were small intervals reserved for crying but in the end it never gave me full blown grenade, I felt. And I couldn’t let go. I was expectant. That certainly dug my grave.

For I was expectant that they would somehow, fulfill his wish to become extraordinary. May be in the form of Peter dedicating his sequel to Augustus or Augustus coming up with a sequel, better than Peter Van. But eventually, I could see the truth, this was not going to be the case.

And this ended my desire to want more from this book. Of-course, I cried. Because this is how these genius people roll. I am not crying at narrator’s loss or anything but I am crying in some hope to comfort Waters. To hug him perhaps, to tell him that such people are not ordinary and are extremely rare. Trust the fanbrigade.

Nevertheless, Augustus died ordinary. You know that ordinary and illness stuff he talked about. It still pinches me I know, but what can we do after all.

And who is even that guy playing Waters? Seriously? No justice.

If you think, it is because I do not find him a hot bod. Ugh to you.

Hella, his smile doesn’t even reach his eyes and you think he can play Augustus. The Augustus Waters?

Well, I am not here to criticize anyone and wouldn’t even brag how I imagined him. Because I did not imagined him. To me, he was in some third space where things can somehow work out without a face and hot bod and you can perhaps, feel the personality rather than seeing them.

Aren’t books fantabulous?

Anyhow, I did imagined Hazel as Jennifer Lawrence.

What?

Sue me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I See Fire

Every-bit of your being is aware of your approaching end. Every-bit. And yet it is not very difficult to find a spirit thumping inside your heart whose level of certainty becomes– the unprecedented.

Dragonocalypse does sound cool, no denial in that. For it is certain, when you have a narcissistic dragon in the neighborhood, you are bound to fall under the possibilities of such catastrophic events. And when your mind (yes, you) imagines such a situation, the first perception is of helplessness and then of  maybe cowardice. Crisis. Women and children screaming out their lungs, fire erupting upon the evening sky and the men, who are fighting, realize that though there is nothing but darkness above their heads, the sunset is still, hours away. And the only sentiments in your heart becomes– anger and cruelty.

Yes, this picture.

Now imagine it the other way. The catastrophe is same. The smaug is the same. The sky is the same. (Then how the hell it is different?-Say it)

This is how it is different.

The men have wisdom in their eyes. Women are side by side. Children no longer scream. Fire is nothing but a gleam. Wine glasses with a clink, telling us out loud of a merriment in-spite that those who were raised together would be taken to the grave alike.  Spirit of living and dying together.

And the only sentiments in your heart becomes– strength and acceptance.

Isn’t this picture in your head somehow, more right? (Musing?)

Now this is what I got from the song “I see fire” (played during the credits of Hobbit 2) which seems to me like the celebration of country-side spirit. Portrayal of the men who have like thousand memories to reminiscence and a history, a legend and perhaps, the path to follow their fathers into their graves. Living an adventure to stay alive. Breathing it every moment.

So, Now as I write, I see how fantasy and reality collides, it becomes so clear up here that words are but a mere sentiment. A sentiment of determination that in the end, can never be described. This strength, somehow making me recall the final battles of the LOTR, their Do or Die spirit, somehow telling me that Hobbit and LOTR are not very different.

Phew! Deep stuff. Well I can’t get any more serious given that our Smaug is none other than the phenomenal Benedict Cumberbatch.

Anyways enjoy the song and the lyrics below.

  • I SEE FIRE

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

Keep watching over Durin’s sons

If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling our father hold stand by and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side

And if we should die tonight
We should all die together
Raise a glass of wine for the last time
Calling out father
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side

Desolation comes upon the sky

Now I see fire
Inside the mountains
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me

Oh, should my people fall then
Surely I’ll do the same
Confined in mountain halls
We got too close to the flame
Calling out father
Hold fast and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side

Desolation comes upon the sky

Now I see fire

Inside the mountains
I see fire
Burning the trees
And I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze
And I hope that you remember me

And if the night is burning
I will cover my eyes
For if the dark returns then
My brothers will die
And as the sky’s falling down
It crashed into this lonely town
And with that shadow upon the ground
I hear my people screaming out

And I see fire
Inside the mountains
I see fire
Burning the trees
I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze

I see fire (fire)

Oh, you know I saw a city burning out
And I see fire (fire)
Feel the heat upon my skin
And I see fire (fire)
Uhhhhhhhhh
And I see fire
Burn auburn on the mountain side

DID ANYONE NOTICED HIS EYELINER? Haha!