A Book Tag

A book that made you laugh: Abol Tabol – Sukumar Roy

A book that made you cry: Childhood’s end – Arthur clerke

A book that scared you: The Fly

A book that disgusted you: Stephen King , most of his work

A book you loved in elementary school: The Treasure Island

A book you loved in middle school or junior high school: 20000 leagues under the sea – Jules Verne

A book you loved in high school: Sherlock Holmes – Arthur conan doyle.

A book you loved in college: Many actually. sci-fi by arthur clerke, isaac asimov. Emotional ones by Paulo Coelho, Philosophical ones by Ayn Rand

A book that challenged your identity: Veronica Decides to Die – Paulo Coelho. Made me realise so many things I would not be able to think otherwise.

A series that you love: Garfield. Hagar The horrible. And now Calvin and Hobbes.

Your favorite horror book: None I guess.

Your favorite science fiction book: Hitchhiker’s guide to galaxy – Douglas Adams

Your favorite fantasy: Artemis Fowl – Eion Colfer

Your favorite mystery: all Sherlock Holmes.

Your favorite biography: Experiments with Truth – Mahatma Gandhi.

Your favorite “coming of age” book: Atlas Shrugged. The one that evolved me as a person.

Your favorite classic: Shakespere. too cliched, isn’t it?

Your favorite romance book: Have never read mills and boons. But I used to write some, which so far has been my favorite.

 

maasi of the year

April 15th, 2008 Images 1 comment so far

well, its me. and my elder sis got a cute little doll today. this is her. and we love her a lot already.

baby

 

happy birthday dad!

April 4th, 2008 Blog No comments yet

this year i am not around to celebrate it, but i really really wished i could.

love you always.

Ekta.

 

Its absolutely panicky…

April 3rd, 2008 Blog No comments yet

.. to be locked out of flat by accident while my keys, mobile phone, money wallet and even sandals are left inside. So here i am, out, barefeet, with nothing but the clothes that i am wearing. The only other key is with someone who is going to be late and I am alone outside, neither do I know any neighbors, nor remember local mumbai numbers of friends. sad, it is. I am clumsy, but this time it was due to my bothered frame of mind it seems.

Anyhow after a long wait, sitting alone on stairs, thinking profound thoughts as I had nothing else to do, I am finally inside the flat. And feels good to be under a roof.

For the first time I think I came a bit close to understand the plea of a person who has no roof over his/her head.