Intensely Lucky

While some books are a breezy read, there are some that move your mind…perhaps with a slight shudder or a tremor, or it may have the effect of a rough jolt on your mind. The book I’m reading right now falls in the latter category.

Since I moved to this new place in October, my mornings start with a cup of coffee and some time of peaceful reading, sitting out in the balcony area, while the neighbourhood wakes up around me. When I opened Lucky by Alice Sebold, one morning, recently, I never thought I’d have to rethink about the phrase used earlier: peaceful reading. 

LuckyLucky is not an easy read, not the kind of book you can breeze through. It tugs at your heart, firmly clutches on to your thoughts in a way very few books will. If I had to describe it in one word, I would certainly use ‘intense’. On the morning I started reading it, right after the first couple of pages or so, I was disturbed, pained and moved. Like, by those few pages, something had changed in my world.

Lucky is a memoir by Alice Sebold, author of the bestselling and critically acclaimed The Lovely Bones. If you have read The Lovely Bones, you will know how powerful Sebold’s writing is. It is bold, open and distinct. No tough words or phrases, nothing complex. She does not use subtle synonyms to describe a situation; she says it as it is, plain, straightforward. Lucky recounts her experience of beingalice sebold raped when she was in her freshman year at college and goes on to describe how it changed the rest of her life. The book was all the more disturbing for me because of the fact that it’s not merely a story; it details exactly what a young girl went through, for real.

Sebold has portrayed the emotions and situations so intensely that I couldn’t help but feel the 19-year-old Alice was a part of me. I could feel her pain and confusion, the joys of friendship, the problems in her family… Her writing is intense, it pulls you into the book, implores you to try and feel what Alice must have gone through. I had loved Sebold’s writing style after reading The Lovely Bones. And it’s no different this time.

Lucky is a powerful book; a raw, intense read. It has moved me, touched me…and, like The lovely-bonesLovely Bones, I know this is one book that will fail to leave my mind. Highly recommended. And, if you haven’t read The Lovely Bones, that is yet again another highly recommended book.

Some lines I really loved, from the book.

“I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand”

“Since then I’ve always thought that under rape in the dictionary it should tell the truth. It is not just forcible intercourse; rape means to inhabit and destroy everything.”


Back with a Bang! :P

Tadaaa…and I’m back. With a bang. Because I feel so much more energized and enthusiastic than before! I hadn’t expected to be able to get back so soon, especially with all the new developments that had come up. But I was wrong and here I am. 🙂 Well, yesterday morning, I left for the college where the competitions were being held. I had been selected for essay-writing and poetry-writing. It was kinda hectic because both the competitions were back-to-back and I couldn’t really get a moment to breathe, let alone think properly about what to write. But I did my best and when I looked down at what I had written, I felt happy…more precisely, satisfied. 🙂 Guess that’s what matters, after all. I slept off the exhaustion, after getting back. Today, I was back in my element – happy, smiling and cheerful. My creative side seems to be really active, too. Probably part of the bang I mentioned earlier.

Our college has this exhibition programme on Monday. Every class has to choose a theme and exhibit their ideas/creativity based on this theme. The class with the best exhibition gets a prize. My class chose ‘Timeline’ as the theme and are planning to show some changes in technology, education and culture in three sections – past, present and future. I was in love with the idea and we were all coming up with so many ideas that we could exhibit. 🙂 A friend, in between, told me I was creative…and that kinda made my day! Others always tend to take me as a crazy, talkative female and it’s not often that I get recognized for my non-crazy side. Anyway, we need to start working on the exhibition tomorrow…and I’m looking forward to it. Winning isn’t on my mind, to be honest; I just want to do it in the best way we can. And have fun, in the process. 😀

Today, I read a post that I found very touching. It was Freshly Pressed, and rightly so! I loved it and couldn’t resist the urge to share it with others who might not have read it: Best Days of My Life? Do go through it; hope you will love it as much as I did. It struck some chord within me and I found that I could relate so well to the author’s experience and emotions. 🙂 Happy weekend to y’all!

Touching Trivialities

Last week, one of my roommates happened to say something that really touched me. Maybe she meant it as a joke but it seriously touched me. She asked me if I would remember her, after we left college and went our separate ways. We spoke about it for a while. From our conversation, I understood that she doesn’t expect me to think of her in the future because we are not really close on a personal level.

I felt really bad, knowing that that’s what she thought about me – that I would forget her just because we aren’t close friends. She is a really sweet girl and someone I adore a lot! Of course, I would remember her as part of my college memories. Moreover, we are roommates…and I LOVE her so much. Isn’t that reason enough for her to be part of my memories (as if I need a reason, in the first place)?

Come to think of it, I guess I can’t blame her for thinking what she did. You meet many people in life, you don’t actually remember all of them, do you? I realized that there are quite a few people I have met along the walk of life, whom I think of and remember once in a while inspite of the fact that they may not be very close to me. They might be people who were with me for a very short time, maybe even so short that it seems irrelevant. Or they might be friends who aren’t personally close to me (beyond an extent, that is)… For instance, there’s this guy who I can really connect to, someone I love talking to, who understands me to a great extent…but someone who doesn’t really know me well, personally. The ‘but’ factor doesn’t do anything to change the way I feel about him. Though, I really don’t think he knows it. 🙂

Anyway, what I wanted to put through is: you may think you aren’t special, that someone you know may never remember you later in life, but you never know how much you might mean to that person. So, don’t presume too much. As simple as that! 🙂

Sometimes, you meet certain people who touch your life so deeply…so much that they remain a part of your memories always, even long after you lose touch with them. Whenever you think of them, a smile lights up your face and you feel warm within, thinking of the times you spent with them. It might sound a little too emotional to yourself. But you know you needn’t be sad just because they are faraway. A part of them is always alive in you, a part of yours in them.

One such person who touched my life was Sandhya. She was in the last year of her Post Grad when we first spoke to each other. Inspite of having been in the same hostel for almost 2 years, we hadn’t spoken to each other before that. Since we were the only ones (along with 2 other PG students) at hostel during the Easter holidays, we bonded very easily and quite quickly. Sandhya is a very friendly, sweet, lovable and extremely talkative person. We must have spent around 10 days together. And those will always be some of the most memorable and cherished days I had at hostel. What did we do? Nothing much, actually. We talked, went out once or twice, talked, watched a hell lot of movies, talked, ate like HELL, talked and talked and talked (that’s something inevitable with Sandhya)! 😀 We had so many funny experiences…many that will always bring a smile to my face. We used to sit late into the night watching movies, using 3 laptops (reason: low backup for 2 of them)…!!! All the fruits-shopping…stuffing ourselves with food on some days…the many times Sandhya was scared to go out of the room as it was dark outside…staying up late into the night and talking , until Masen (Sandhya’s roommate) asked if we had any intention of sleeping (obviously because she wanted to sleep :P)…Sandhya’s interesting slang and the incessant chatter, her many stories…

I shared a very comfortable and endearing intimacy with her. We may not be close on a very personal level. But she is one of the most special persons I have ever met in life. And that isn’t something that has changed with distance. A few months ago, she had come back for an exam. On the morning she had to leave, I was in her room, talking… Finally, standing at the threshold of the room, ready to bid farewell, my eyes actually welled up. It really touched her, knowing that she meant so much to me. It was hard for both of us to leave the other and walk off. I will never be able to forget that day, just as I will never forget the days with her. I don’t know if I will ever see her again, especially once I leave college. But wherever she is, I hope she always remains happy…and I hope she knows she will live in my memories always. Miss her a lot!

A great, big hug to all my friends, all those people I have met some time or the other in life… You have touched me in some way or the other, big or small… 🙂 The time I spent with you will be part of the ‘treasures’ that I have tucked away safely into a deep but dear part of my mind! 🙂