Rebecca

Read this book...Rebecca...by....wait a sec...hv to go check..ha..Daphne Du Maurier..
sorry but i ALWAYS forget who the authors are..not very nice of me(nice=standard word used when u can't think of an apt adjective).

After a long time i read a book n even FINISHED it.Otherwise MOST books that i read now-a-days...just cant finish them..not that they re not GOOD enough..but they just aren't what u call page turners.I wont mention these books,not coz i dont want to offend the authors but coz i don't want people who ve gifted/recommended these books wowing never to gift/recomment a book to me.

but this one was really good.Its very descriptive with long drawn details of flowers n english"woods" n "mansions"(we GET it.you guys are RICH!) but once you learn to open your mind n IMAGINE all this the whole book plays in front of your eyes like a movie.(you might have to invent your own images for a LOTTA words..esp the house n stuff)

Other than the main plot(excellent) what i really enjoyed reading was the everyday life of these people..they(the English)had ARMIES of servants man!yea yea...they stole OUR wealth..i know i know..."smirk".

The writing really gives you a feel of the whole place...you can almost SMELL the musty rooms,the million flowers whose scents have descriptions like "spicy n pungent-sweet"..but its TRUE.some flowers DO smell like that.
You get as involved in the book as your daily soap n thats sayin a lot as you dont really SEE the characters n there aint 7 volumes to get to KNOW the characters,unlike Potter(big fan,long live J.K)..

The woman...Rebecca..is a wonderful delightful vamp..you hate her for being perfect n then love her in the end for being so deliciously vile..coz then u can see the heroine(wyho btw has no name.) n the hero walk off into the sunset..not really...there s a twist in the end.Wont tell wont tell.

So go read this book...seemed like i ended up makin a lil fun of the book...but its really "nice".
Go read.

clots n dentures.

Have you noticed that really old ppl look really cute with no teeth n those wide smiles?n pretty often,they re bald..
They look a little alienish with their frail bodies..

noticed yesterday when my grandad-papa- was in the hospital for a minor brain surgery..he hardly had any bandages on and was quite hapily slurping on warm soup in a half sedated state..hehe...
inspite of the room being a hospital room,the atmosphere was nt gloomy at all...
haha n then he wanted Anindya(my cousin) to go wash his dentures coz he wanted to put them on...
-wash someone s else's removable teeth-pleasant thought...haha

he s fine now,its his birthday today actually,79th,n the surgery was apparently his birthday "gift".

Happy birthday papa!glad to see that your right hand has its temporarily-lost firm
bone-crushin grip back!

SUDDEN career changes are scary.

Its been a LOOOOONG time n MUCH has happened since..
I got my first year results...did very well...(modesty is for the GANDHIS of the world)..and got down to my GRE words...
It was'nt an easy task...5000 words that you ve NEVER heard of..sheeeesh.....

ANYWAY..i was sittin on the bed learning my 1026th word..when mom walked in.Its amazing how insanely UNPREDICTABLE these "parents" are...when you expect them to blow their top and tear their(or your) hair out they SOMEHOW love your idea and support you through n through...sometimes even maniacally....
But when u think they ll be overjoyed at you having learnt the 1026th word by HEART they give you a loooong look and say..."whats the USE???" awww COME on....

But i what she said later changed my life...or IS changing my life.
My parents have a lot more faith in me n my capabilities than myself...and hence she said i was not utilizing my QUALITIES doing what i was doing...
and she pointed at a newspaper cutting. "Pilot shortage in India" or something similar...

Now i wanted to be a pilot in school n all but who DOESNT...i know i dun have the gumption to join the Indian Air force...i have a lotta respect for those guys but i really m not capable enough..
and i had vaguely heard somewhere that commercial flying training is VAAARY expensive..and besides...i was doing well academically...never struck me..

Then followed hours of research on the net...talking to people..Mamma going out of the way to help..Daddy giving a quick green signal...as I said....MAJOR decision but this time parents in their usual unpredictable manner were convinced within a week that their little braces wearing book reading daughter had it in her to fly a freakin plane.

And i was convinced.

Suddenly this feeling of NOT doing something i like,something that is worth the effort vanished.My friends will vouch for how i defended BSc but deep inside i felt a little stupid doing it..no offence ppl...i still LOVE science.

And here i am....HAPPY.i WANT to do this thing.i KNOW i ll do well.i KNOW i wont regret this decision 15 years down the line..it just FEELS right.

My admission is done.Visa interview day after....butterflies in my stomach coz i ve heard the consulate ppl are absolute bitches..

so,well,m gonna be a pilot.




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