Truly Twilightish

First there were Tolkien and Lewis.
Then along came Rowling (after a looooooong while)
These writers who taught the world to read had one strand in common
-the genre of Fantasy Literature.
... and then Stephenie Meyer decided to write!

Meyer came forward with the most happening form of Literature ever seen - ChickLit!
Anyone who can dare argue against the apparent ChickLit factor of Twilight has to answer to the highly acclaimed critic, Ms. Zehra Kazmi's claim that if you take out the words "I froze","I cud smell his breath", "my heartbeat rose", "his gaze was intense","his touch was gentle and cold", "with icy fingers,he traced my collarbone/cheek/hair, "with his cold hand"... then only half the book would remain!
(Taken from her "YapYap with a Friend")

The book "Twilight", published in 2005, deals with the seventeen year old protagonist, Isabella Swan's never ending dilemma of How to date a Vampire?
(This work of art coming after my own umpteenth sincere effort to get over the charms of the "vegetarian vampire", Edward Cullen, may actually prove helpful if you somehow manage to land yourself in the town of Forks.)
Isabella, or Bella as she prefers to be known,has just moved from Phoenix to the rainy town of Forks where her stocks seem to have risen through the roof. She tries very hard to understand the wit-scrambling gorgeous hotties on the prowl at her new school. Her endeavours may vary from running bang in the middle of an oncoming truck (and hoping that a Cullen is nearby)or trying to date a Vampire on a non-liquid diet.
(Btw, when a Vampire says that she is on a strict liquid-diet, it would be saner to run a few baker's dozens kilometers in the opposite direction rather than commenting "Ooooo! What a coincidence? Same Pinch!"
... you might just save your family a bloodless-body funeral.)

The character of Edward can be said to be based on a Darcy-meets-Rochester imagination. Edward in the keeping with the Aristotlean tragedy is of a noble upbringing and tries very hard to keep his tragic flaw (of being a Monster) in check. Edward is constantly trying to warn Bella to stay away from him... not that he seems to take heed of it himself. He somehow manages to save Bella's life several times even leaving her with a crescent shaped scar near the end of the novel.

The book stars the impossibly pale looking brood of yum vampires lead by the charismatic Dr. Carlisle Cullen who loves playing Baseball. And in what is arguably the film's most dramatic moment, vampire heartthrob Edward takes Bella to play baseball with his family, only to draw the attention of some visiting vamps who challenge the coven to a game, realize Bella's a human, attempt to take a bite out of what they believe to be an after-game snack and kick off the film's violent climax. Not that being saved by a vampire who completely adores you though lusts for your blood is a thing to be missed - not even in a hundred years!

P.S.- You don't see any mention of Jacob Black because I do not like him. Period.

Music! Music! Music!

"Put another Nickel in,
In the Nickelodeon
All I want is kissing you and Music, Music, Music!"
~Teresa Brewer

...Not all that terribly familiar, is it?
Maybe if you try singing it along with the Maggi tune...
"Music! Music! Music!" or "Maggi!Maggi!Maggi!"
*There you go* =D
Rip offs in the name of inspiration have been the staple diet of many lyricists for the past oh-so-many Musical Treaties!
Just a one time instance, you plead...
Being Creatively Challenged is not that huge a crime, you cry...
*Half-past challenged, you mean*
All is fair in being a Mushrooming Musician trying out his hand at Integrated Hybridity!

Then how about,
"...Sarang Haeyo~"
*Gibberish???*
Well to all those who don't know Korean it ought to be~

And for the Hindi-speakin' crowd...
How does Race's "Pehli Nazar" sound?

Well the difference between the songs (apart from the language and the settin')
is...
*Voila!*
(A Pepe Jeans ka button free)
~Zilch~
~Blanko~
~Uno minus Uno~

For the zealous (unlyk me)
I have Control+Ced and Control+Ved the Lyrics...
Just in case you had the audacity to doubt my intent in exposin' the Pritam fellow.

"itcheumeseo neol saranghaedo toeni aju chokeumui na pumeseonal namgyeodugo tteona kantamyoen nae mam apeungeo charal chanha saranghaeyo tashi shijak haeyo himteul keman haesston keudae chimanI love my friend neo animyon andwaeUri sarangeun chonghaejyo peorin ingeol neol himteulgehan nunmul kkajido ijen naega cheonbu kapeulkkeyo naega kippeungeon noui keu useumi chikeum nal talma issta neungeosarang haeyo keudae maneul nal himteulge haessteon keudae chiman sarang haeyo neo animyon andwae modeungeol ijgo haengbok hageman haechul kkeyosaranghaeyo tashi shijak haeyo himteul keman haesston keudae chimanI love my friend neo animyon andwaeUri sarangeun chonghaejyo peorin unmyongiya... "

Btw,
for the uninitiated,
"Sarang Hae yo" means...
"I Lub thee" =D

...

Created by Him for his glory,
Blowing the trumpet of the never ending story,
Given the power to reason,
What we ended up choosing was ultimate treason,
Cribbing and crying out loud,
About the Sacrifice, we have forgotten all about
Saved by the blood of the Saviour?
But we will never show it in our behaviour.
Tense about the impending future,
We compete with each other like the last barbarian creature,
Once we were mesmerised by the promises,
Now, all we look for is an instant fix.

Favourite Break-Up Lines

"Tell me with so many out there
Why I always turn to you ? Why???
Your goodbyes tear me down every time!
And it’s so easy to see that they’ll blame this on me...(as usual) "

"I fell a thousand times coz' I let your drag me down..." :-/

"We were never meant for do or die..."
Or were we?

"I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop..."
...and trust me, I hate myself for this.

"Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?"

"A lot of things I can take
Got a high thresh hold for pain
But let's get one thing straight
I'm not down to sharing you with anyone"

"You're so hot tempered
With the shortest fuse
You're such a mess
And with an attitude"

"You and me walkin' together
Screwing up for worse or for better"

*Love*

I like the songs,
But not the feeling.

I appreciate the acts,
But never the emotions.

I understand the awe,
But not the wistfulness.

I get the laughing,
But never the crying.

I manage the stares,
But not the look.

I fathom the wisdom,
But hardly the lack of it.

the Words in my head

*Brilliantly Clueless*
*Creatively Challenged*
*Hypothetical Bloomings*
*Stereotypical Beginnings*
*Harsh Readings*
*Rhetorical Declarations*
*Insipid Deliberations*
*Hyped Scenarios*
*Tristanly Isolde*
*Musical Treaties*
*Aboriginal Truce*
*Half-past Challenged*
*Crankily Confused*
*Meandering Allegations*
*Houdini Philosophies*
*Honey-Sugar Mellowings*
*Brutish Imagination*
*God's Microphone*
*Minuscule Irrationalities*
*Murderous Intentions*
*Compatible Identities*
*Freakanoid Realities*
*Morbid Situations*
*Didactic Hopelessness*
*Seriously Fun*
*Concave Darkness*
*Integrated Hybridity*
*Callous Spikes*
*GodStruck Tradition*
*Hopeless Nitwits*
*Nincompoop Witnesses*
*Versatile Theologians*
*Tell-Tale Visions*
*Mushrooming Musicians*
*Minuscule Priorities*
*Meandering Mission*
*Motion Reversal*
*Hydrated Lisp*
*Wistful Vacations*
*Martyred Aspirations*
*Hovering Dreams*
*Mute Resignation*
*Hiccuppin' Visuals*
*Matriarchal Sympathy*
*Redundant BrainCells*
*Ravished Savanna*
*Debatable Virtues*
*Eclipsed Desires*
*Medieval Authority*
*Patriarchal Supervision*
*Legible Transcript*

So you had a Bad Day?

So you had a bad day?
Barely alive... hardly breathing?
No one out there to walk you down the aisle?
Then maybe still alive, but barely breathing?
Mournin' the loss of your peace of mind...your sanity?
Lost somewhere in the wilderness of your creative imagination?
Unable to make sense of the paltry remains?
Cruelly dashed to the point of no hope?
Still brilliantly clueless?
No one around to put you first?
Heard it all before?

Has your individuality been deflowered?
Maybe you have been asleep for way too long?
Have your best days turned out to be your worst?
What do you do when you just cannot stop bleedin'?
So you don't know what to say to those who already know what to say?
What are you actually supposed to do when the best part of you is chokin' you?

So there you are... all alone... again.

*lost*
*dashed*
*crushed*
*defeated*
*strangulated*
*abused*
*betrayed*
*broken*
*misused*
*fallen*
*choking*
*orphaned*
*forsaken*
*numb*
*smothered*
*shocked*
*scandalised*

Wherever.
Whoever.
Whatever.
Whysoever.
Whatsoever.
...However

What if it is your turn to cry...
...Don't they say that bad things happen for a reason...
Is'nt it about tym you conned yourself into imagining a golden line to that fabled silver cloud...
Take a peek outside the window pane.
Maybe what you need is a conversation... or again, maybe not.