| The Best HP review There Is |
[20 Aug 2007|11:50am] |
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Now that the dust has settled on ''Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,'' Stephen King reflects on why no review did it justice, and whether kids (and their grown-ups) will ever read the same way again
By Stephen King
"Direct Link"
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| Deathly Hallows |
[23 Jul 2007|12:05pm] |
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EDIT: Forgot to add the caption for the above picture. JKR made our headlines on this sunday.
Where to begin? This was the ONE! The one we have been waiting for almost a decade! For me, Harry just dropped on my lap coincidentally. I started from Goblet of Fire and was instantly hooked. I look back to it all and the many days I spent with fans like me in HPN and Godric's Hollow. Oh the love! :)
I think, now is a good time to post my views about it. Safe enough!
( So, what I thought of the book? ::Spoilers Abound:: )
YES, I would miss you, Harry. You gave me escape and such fun that nothing literary would ever come to par with it. Bless you, Jo! :)
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| Re-reading! |
[21 Jul 2007|08:36pm] |
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I got my copy, YESSS!!! Of course, that was hours before, but still, seems like an accomplishment. Something stupid happened though, couldn't go to the launch party as it was canceled. Can you guess, WHY? Because a bomb threat happened on the shopping mall it was arranged and it turned out right. Two 5Kg bombs were found on a parked car in its parking area. So, I got my copy this morning! *le sigh*
Without giving away any plot line, the book was a piece of genius. Finally, you could see why this was there, or why she discussed that in previous book. Everything comes together quite nicely. It has a kind of finality as well because this is Harry's last saga told by JKR. Bless you woman, I loved the book even with its up and downturns!
( My Bloomsbury Copy )
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| You found me, somewhere between anonymity... |
[08 Sep 2006|10:56am] |
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Walking on a heated desert, the many sand dunes mock your approach as you get misled by the second. You don’t know where to go because the way has gone astray from you. You can’t even look at the sun because your eyes hurt with the continuous play of sand and high winds. Your lips are parched, while tongue’s stuck to the floor of your mouth with the longing of few drops of water. Your clothes hang over as dead weight, clinging to your sweat-drenched body. Sand glues to your every exposed part, intensifying the feeling that you are lost, totally lost in the puzzle of an enormous desert. BUT, just when you were losing hope, you see palm trees at a distance. You rub your eyes in surprise not believing what you see. A cool breeze from the same direction hits your face and you are transported to a land of promises and hope: a lush, beautiful land with plenty of water and food to last your whole life. You take few more trepidation filled steps, only to be dazzled even more by the wonder of such greenery and beauty in the middle of a desert. Your heart pounds in your chest as you look on and wonder is this really true or a mirage...
You never thought EVER in your life that you would be stranded like this. Who would have thought that your cruise ship would go down in the ocean like the Titanic? Who knew you would be left on the mercy of the thrashing waves of the ocean? Few classes of swimming have not prepared you for this moment in time, when you are lying wet and freezing on a feeble plank left by the ship wreckage. You are staring up at the twilight sky, throat dry with foreboding, wondering if you would live to see the day that was dawning close. You don’t even feel the waves whipping the board you are resting on towards an unknown destination. You sigh, a defeated sigh and close your eyes to collect the thoughts that you label as your last. You plead to Allah for yet another chance at life. You give your all to that prayer. When you open yours eyes again, the first rays of sun show you a hint of an island. You come to a sitting position in a flash so fast that you slip to the ocean and grab at the board for dear life. You clear your vision from saline water and again stare at the hint of a coastline. You wonder about what would be lying in wait for you there. A barren island or a fruitful land...
You are lost in between tall trees, making frightened faces. The noises of forest make your heart jump every step that you take. Towering zigzagged shadows, make you want to run even faster. There are demons behind you, wild beasts that you were always afraid of but only faced just now. You curse the day when you decided to hike to such a place. You wish that one of your friends—the group with whom you had ventured on such an adventure—find one of your marks left on the trees that you passed. Unseen branches and thorns shadowed by the darkness beat at your face and hands numbingly, but you are unaware of them as adrenaline pumps your whole body into the realization of fear frenzy. You run like hell as if a particularly dangerous wild beast was on your heels. A wolf howls at the round moon somewhere near, raising goosebumps all over your body. You stop near a tree and take few deep breathes, fear rising on your throat in form of bile. Your vision now used to the darkness, scans the area nearby. No ray of hope is visible which would bring in the promise of a better tomorrow. No friend, no rescue team; you are here alone with the truckload of your doubts and dread. You wipe the sweat off your forehead and look at the invisible ground sadly. You never knew your end would be like this, where whatever would happen to you would never be known to the few people who loved you. But, at this exact moment, as you despaired into the night, you are shocked to see a sudden brightness close by. Your feet start automatically as you hobble towards the light. Your eyes dilate in surprise at the discovery of a real road. You squat down and touch the gravel, your brain accepting the fact in glee that you are not doomed after all. The light that you spotted is coming towards you and is actually some car’s headlight. You could only wish that whoever was behind the wheels would help you out. There, of course lies another possibility of a quandary...
You really like a mystery. You are intertwined in such deep secrets that every next step expands your pleasure. You want to know more what happens next. You want to peek, you want to lavish in the unfolding story. You dig your nails deep in your hand, you sigh, growl and groan with exhilaration of the realization of more information that would deepen the obscurity that you are trying to discover, making it even better. The sweet layers over this complication unfurl to reveal...
... The decision is up to you—what you think of me—because you just found me, somewhere between all this anonymity.
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| Monsoon's here with a bang! |
[01 Aug 2006|12:44pm] |
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Helloooooo My Friends! :)
I know I’ve been long gone. I was actually thinking, after getting a paid account I should have been more frequent, but lo and behold, I was not! *cringes*
I can bet loads have happened in my flist’s life since the last time I posted here. The only thing I can say is best of luck with all that you’ve been doing. And if you’re going through a rough patch, things will get better because it’s a full circle anyway. :) *HUGGLES & Good Wishes for You All*
( More Update )
With this, I’ll say Adios for hopefully another soonish entry.
Love to all!
PS: Happy Birthday alcaldar! Sorry honey I missed it! :(
SQotD:
I looked at your face I saw that all the love had died
I saw that we had forgotten to take the time
I, I saw that you couldn't care less about what you do
Couldn't care less about the lies
You couldn't find the time to cry
We forgot about love
We forgot about faith
We forgot about trust
We forgot about US
Now our love's floating out the window
Our love's floating out the back door
Our love's floating up in the sky in heaven
Where it began back in God's hands
You said that you had said all that you had to say
You said baby it's the end of the day
And we gave a lot but it wasnm't enough
We got so tired that we just gave up
We didn't respect it
We went and neglected it
We didn't deserve it
But I never expected this
Our love floated out the window
Our love floated out the back door
Our love floated up in the sky to heaven
It's part of a plan
It's back in God's hands
Back in God's hands
(Nelly Furtado)
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| Muhawahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa! |
[24 Jun 2006|12:46pm] |
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Ok, I couldn't help myself so posting all about this here. *devlish grin*
( Ooooohhh! Global Chick Terrorism Rocks! )
Muhawhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Mission Accomplished!
SQotD:
No reason to lie
No need to pretend
How grateful to die
To live once again
I’m fearless to fly
And reach for the end
And reach for the end
Sail away, it's time to leave
Rainy days are yours to keep
Fade away, the night is calling my name
You will stay, I'll sail away
(The Rasmus)
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| To John Tacket, With Love |
[23 Jun 2006|06:03pm] |
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Life is not forever. You live to die one day after all.
Something on the tele made me stop and zip back to Discovery. A documentary about Progeria, a disease caused by a single miscoded DNA protein called Lamin-A furthering ageing 10 times faster than a normal human being. Which means the infants suffering Progeria never grow young, rather grow old.There are only 30-40 known cases in the entire world and researchers and scientists alike are baffled by this phenomenon of children with a physical resemblance to 60- 70-year-olds.
The documentary showed the life of a fifteen-year-old kid, John Tacket, suffering most of the disabilities of Progeria: diabetes, arthritis, strokes, asthma; but still, he was of high spirits, inspiring everyone around him. At fifteen, his height was hardly around 36 inches, his face still round and babyish but wrinkled—skin stretching around a tiny mouth—discharging high-pitched tinny voice. Fingers gnarled with arthritis, he still aspired to become a drummer one day. He even went to a charity function on Progeria and played the drums on some choice beats. Even when he got an angina attack after the strenuous process of beating the drums, when he was being whisked away by his father, he smiled at the crowd and flashed the V sign for peace.
When I searched the net for him, I sadly found out that he died at the age of 16, just after a year of that documentary, in 2003. However, his spirit lives on in the many Progeria suffering children. The spirit to survive, come rain or flood. The same children, some of whom would be uniting today at the Marriot at Downtown, Philadelphia. The Sunshine Foundation arranges this week-long event (from 23rd to 28th June’2006 this year), yearly, and parents along their Progeria suffering children come from as far places as Argentina, UK, Australia and Belgium, including few states of US.
( A Reunion Pic )
A request to my US friends who can spare a donation. If you are reading this, and might in future think of donating to a charity, choose ”Sunshine Foundation,” because they need to research a lot on the causes of this disease. Even if they know which protein causes this particular genetic mutation, there’s a LONG way to go in finding a cure.
Also, check out this special report on Seth and how he’s like some other Progeria children, coping with growing old. “A Time to Live.” You’ll be moved.
Coming back to John Tacket, he reminds of me hope, of perseverance and of fighting till the end. Even when he knew that he would soon die, he lived everyday to the fullest and put a smile on everyone around him. Seth has the same tenacity and my heart goes out to him and all the parents dealing with Progeria.
This post is my humblest salute to such determination and a prayer for John Tacket and every kid like him. I already know, he must be very happy in a place of his own in heaven....
If you think you have/had problems. Remember John Tacket, before you think all is lost and gone.
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| Working out |
[11 May 2006|06:48pm] |
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It's a bright and sunny day here at Karachi! So, bright and warm that the heat is seeping into my bones! AAAAARRRGHHHH!!!
( Update )
SQoTD:
And the hardest part
Was letting go, not taking part
Was the hardest part
And the strangest thing
was waiting for that bell to ring
It was the strangest start
I could feel it go down
It is sweet, I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds
Oh and I
I wish that I could work it out....
(Coldplay)
*** Missing some people more than usual.... *sniffs*
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| New Company Policy |
[10 May 2006|12:36pm] |
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" NEW COMPANY POLICIES "
The following policy changes will go into effect immediately:
Dress Code:
- It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary.
- If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.
- If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.
- If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need raise.
Sick Days:
- We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness.
- If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.
Personal Days:
- Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year.
- They are called Saturday & Sunday.
Toilet Use:
- Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet.
- There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls.
- At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken.
- After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders category."
- Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sanctioned under the company's mental health policy.
We are here to provide a positive employment experience.
Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation or input should be directed ELSEWHERE…
Thank you for your loyalty to our Company!
*muhahaaa*
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| And the Rain Goes On.... |
[08 May 2006|12:39pm] |
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OK, finally, the LJ hiatus is over, because suddenly I have this urge to write again. Even if they’re only journal entries, at least it’s a start. :) I’m still not back on messengers or Orkut for that matter, but I’ll be back. Soonish. :s
I guess, so many changes have happened personally and corporately even that a break seems a nice idea than blowing off on certain people. I’ll say again, who cares for a tantrum or boiling-point anyway? So, I’ve decided to keep cool.
And, I got to share wondrous news with you all.
First off, I’m officially an Aunt. YESH!!! My big sis gave birth to a bouncing baby boy on 4th April. Of course, it’s quite old news if you look at the date but hey, I was too busy and bouncing with apprehension then to even post about this here!
For the effect, some of his most adorable pics on display:
( My Nephew: I’m CUTE and I know it! )
Second, I’m in the process of changing jobs, so either I’ll end up at a security firm, the central bank or an IT firm. Only time will tell, let’s see what happens. But, it’s official that I’m saying ADIOS to my current company this month. We had good times my fellow-mates. I will miss you all, very much! Goodbye and good luck! *salutes*
I’m also starting off the ‘Song Quote of the day,’ SQotD for short. As I’m a music person, I think it would be better for an effect on my journal entries. ;)
SQotD:
It's just one more day
No one said
There would be rain again
Won't blame it on myself
I'll blame it on the weatherman
Get away for a while
Here I am out on my own again
Won't blame it on myself
I'll blame it on the weatherman
(B*Witched)
*sigh*
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| Bittersweet |
[03 May 2006|01:28pm] |
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Note: Finally, at least, done one thing. That is broken the writer's block. This may end up as a part of my original fiction book, the plotline of which is still quite dubious right now. But, at least there was some kind of finality to it, so posting it as a Drabble. This is my second original drabble. Let's see where my writing goes from here. Your comments would really mean a lot to me. So, please do write a line or two about how you found it.
Maybe I'll restart the HP fiction, maybe not. But, I'm in real need of writing something chaptered and semi-long just to get busy again. Just to be writing again. My dear muse I've been away for a looong time and I would really appreciate your musings for my writing. *smiles*
Bittersweet
Her stoic eyes stared outside the car window; taking in the whizzing buildings and landscapes that receded from her view. She realized with a start that the colors had just went out of everything, replaced by many hues of grey; blacker, greyer to muddy white. Her hands twisted in her lap with frustration. The emotions welling inside, threatened to spill over, overflowing the limit.... But, she dug her nails deep into the soft flesh of her hand and fought. With every ounce of tolerance inborn, she fought so hard that blood drew back from her hands leaving them white as marble, while her eyes ached under the burden of unshed tears.
( Click to read the rest )
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| Hiatus... |
[01 May 2006|12:41pm] |
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OK, ‘we’ll chat/meet again.’ :)
Goodbyes are so sad, don’t you think? That’s why I’m not saying Goodbye.
WHEN exactly, I don’t know.
I’m just going off the bend for some time. A hiatus you can say, from the online life. At least for some time. You say, not again! But, this is not because I got hurt or something. Well, I did somewhat but not internettily. (Copyright of this word is all mine!)
But, hey, who cares? *rolls eyes*
Then again, not that you guys don’t! (Thanks to Amy, Mugglets and Marak, who were sweet enough to drop by and show their concerns. I love you all so much! Will miss you! *sends huggles and love to f-list*)
( On Clearing and Recuperating )
I don't want to be the one to blame.
You like fun and games?
Keep playing them.
I'm just saying, think back then;
We were like one and the same.
On the right track, but I was on the wrong train;
Just like that, now you've got a face to pain,
And the devil's got a fresh new place to play
In your brain, like a maze you can never escape the rain;
Every damn day is the same shade of grey.
Hey, I used have a little bit of a plan.
Used to have a concept of where I stand.
But that concept slipped right out of my hands,
Now, I don't really even know who I am.
So, what do I have to say;
Maybe, I should do what I have to do to break free?
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
But it's not gonna happen to me.
I guess that this is where we've come to.
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me.
But I won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now believe me.
Back then, I thought you were just like me.
Somebody who could see all the pain I see.
But you proved to me unintentionally,
That you would self-destruct eventually.
Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt.
But it's not gonna work,
Cause it's really much worse than I thought.
I wished you were something that you were not,
And now this guilt is really all that I got.
You turned your back
And walked away in shame.
All you got is a memory of pain.
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground.
I hear your voice in my head when no one's around.
What do I have to say,
Maybe, I should do what I have to do to break free.
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
But it's not gonna happen to me.
I guess that this is where we've come to.
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me.
But I won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now believe me.
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| Today.... |
[24 Apr 2006|12:45pm] |
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Just for the record! Today was one of BEST yet WEIRDEST days of my life.
That is all.
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| Blah de Blah! |
[04 Apr 2006|12:06pm] |
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Because I really don't have anything better to do this morning. BORED with a big B!
Yeah, yeah, I do have work to do, but don't you see I'm procastinating? O__o
:P
Stole this from Amy ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) harrysmom
I'm with the cool kids? Ah good.
Hope, the rest of you are having a fruitful week, unlike me. *grins*
PS: Amy, what's up?
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| No Troubles. A Calm Blue Sea. |
[28 Mar 2006|12:22pm] |
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Ok, I know I’ve been gone for ages.
Real update will follow in a day or two. This is just a quickie to tell you all I’m alive and OK, just busy. :)
I’m making new friends and chilling with life. All is good.
Which reminds me. Gotta share this pic made by my bud, Omair (Can you believe he did this with Windows Paint? :o):
( Life's tricks.... )
( A stolent quiz )
Anyway, hope you all are doing good and feelin’ dandy! :)
Love you all.
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| An Old Resurfaced Article |
[28 Mar 2006|11:27am] |
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Note: If I catch you stealing it. I'll come after you and you wouldn't like what I'd do to you! ^__^
When the Going Gets Tough… The Tough Gets Going!
If you have entered the advertising field now, you are in for a ride which will not always be pleasant. Take a deep breath, bow your head and do a peaceful séance with your team-mates… May be you’ll get visited by a great idea…. Finding an idea that will sell and break through the already much cluttered advertising mediums is not only difficult but requires patience, brainstorming and a dash of creativity.
Gone are the days of clichéd advertising, when showing only the product with different light settings was enough to market a brand. State Life’s “Allah mere abbu salamat rahain,” would have flopped today. Your little girl or sister would change the channel pronouncing it to be boring, while a teen would only roll his/her eyes and mutter unintelligibly.
Time is money and we want to use it on ourselves, not listening to half-baked, slosh-on-the-plate advertising. For getting through to the target audience, you have to use the Research gauntlet and sword of creativity to battle the advertising clutter that is found in all shapes and sizes today.
Getting Jiggy with it!
PTV is going down. Geo, Aaj, Indus Vision and ARY Digital are coming up. With the advent of cable television in full force, very few of us now watch any Pakistani soups. Most of us prefer to watch: “Saans bhi kabhi bhau (oh sorry!) bahu thi”, “Kum Kum”, “Kasauti Zindagi ki”, “Jassi jaisi koi nahi”, and what not. These soups have become a highly valued and prized possession of the Star and Sony Networks as all the house wives (ammies, aunties, dadies and nanies,) are so easily targeted, that I can almost see the advertisers jump with joy.
The Local brands are going out of their way to advertise in these Indian channels, just to capitalize on their reach and not surprisingly, are getting more than their share of return.
( Read the rest of the article HERE )
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| Random Quizzes |
[04 Mar 2006|12:41pm] |
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Life's, going good. Not trying to think too much. But, then again, I can't help thinking, can I?
Hope you all are having a nice weekend. :)
*love and hugs*
Because I liked it!
Because I thought, it was interesting:
| You Are 64% Open Minded | 
You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.
Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.
But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.
You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself. |
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| Randomity |
[14 Feb 2006|04:00pm] |
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Roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone.
Part of me is fighting this, but part of me is gone…
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong.
Hold me when I'm scared, and Love me when I'm gone...
February is here and Love is in the air... And I think, I’m getting too much of it. HELP! XD
Anyway, just wanted to put this:
If there is someone on your Friends List who makes your world a better place just because that person exists and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
Also, wanted to share my first entry at Karachi Metblogs. Reflection of Reality.
I hope all of you had a nice weekend. I had a great one.
Till the next time. Love and Huggles to f-list. ^__^
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