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A Little Life Book Review

Book: A Little Life Author: Hanya Yanagihara Genre: Literary Fiction Ratings: 4 stars (I don't recommend you to read this book if you are light-hearted) Trigger Warnings: Suicide, Depression, Torture, Blood, Abuse, Death, Rape, Ableism (violent), Prostitution. Strictly 18+ Lately, I just finished reading a 700-page chunk and I have so much to talk about it. This book is devastating and so intense that I felt overwhelmed at one point. Yes, it's a slow book anyway, but once you're into it, there's no going back. This book has so much graphic imagery like everything is so fantastically portrayed, that it becomes so pacifying and also disgusting to read. Like the parts for Jude's episodes and the parts with Caleb and Dr Taylor and a lot more, it makes it so terrifying and traumatising that it will make you frustrated and throw up. But even if you don't want to read it, you'll still read it to know more about it because it's written that way. This b...

The 12 years

Let's recall 12 years of journey in just 5 minutes It all started with a drop of tear, and ended with the same.   This is a real life story of that every person who went to school, not just for getting learned but also for a different deed. Starting with 1234… to sinθ cosθ tanθ… it has a tale of 12years in between. This is a story which has thriller, comedy, love, gloom and everything. Let’s tape the tale and rewind it to the day 12 years back and forwarding it so on. It was probably 2007 when we left our little footprints on the floor of the building. Crying out loud and shouting "Daddy, take me home please…". We were helpless that time, cause’ there was no one who could get us out of this mess, who could help us making out in the pandemonium. We were just sitting in a big unknown room, everything there was different which we never expected to be. That big chubby lady was an anonymous creature for us who spoke in an unknown language that was ENGLISH. Every...

Ganpati Bappa Morya and Social Concern

  (C)Image Tinsukia is on its peak mood to celebrate Ganesh Chathurti this year. Everyone is in a big chaos and not even know what's going round in the world. Believing in the only moto"ভগবানের লীলা, তিনি সবার রক্ষা করবে" and shouting at the top of their lungs, disturbing each and every corner of every colony. No, now what you think, गणपति बप्पा जागकर तुम्हारे पास आएंगे? This never happened and will never happen in world history. I don't mean that celebrating any kind of religious festival is bad or perturbing or should not be done, but their should be discipline, devotional feeling in all aspect. Specially hindu religious festives are celebrated in violent ways (violence here doesn't mean harming anyone by physical force). Bappa ain't gonna bless anyone who just mean to shout 'Ganpati Bappa morya' and put whatsapp status for a day and wait till the day of visarjan and emerge Bappa in a clean river.  A heart with pure devoti...

Strength

W hen I was a LITTLE, I ran away from monsters under my bed, I was afraid of being left alone in a mess. At the time, I ran towards my favorite hiding place in the arms of my mom, I dreamed about a superwoman’s home When I got a LITTLE OLDER, I ran away from the torment. I expected that I’d have to fight to save myself At the time, I ran towards my dad, I hoped for a mystified glad. TODAY when I run, I run away from the bad influence,  I wish I could run from my past effluence,  TODAY when I run, I run towards my imagination, I aspire life for a juxtaposition.                                                -Poushali Kar

A girl with the scars

This poem got Published in PULSE,BBSSS I am the happy one, who likes to tell jokes I am the hyper, passionate one, who might be a paradox I am the defiant one, who would never regret I am the one with the scars and their secrets. I am the messed up one, who knows life has curls I am the feeble one, who can’t change the world I am the hurt one, but much more hurt on the inside. I am the one with the scars, and their moon’s dark side I am the strong one, who is determined to do anything I am the dreamer, who imagines a different life, imagines a time when comes and clings I am the candid one, who remembers the world is not like then I am the one with the scars, but they are not me And one day their denotation will be free                                                                   ...

They are known as best friends… :)

“A friend in need is a friend in deed”, we all heard this proverb, right? No friends, then no life. Friends are the stupid, sweet, intellectual, good people. They will be by your side always and never let you be alone. Friends can be defined as the person you know well and like. It doesn’t matter how much you know the person, it depends how much you are close to that person and you should love and care for that person, throughout your lifetime. That is friendship what actually means. But always remember one thing “fake friends are rumor, true friends are real”. Maybe you’ll understand something by this line.                 As I got a life, so I must have friends. I have so many friends, which are need to be counted. Some are crazy, some are serious, and some are dolt, some are studious. Out of this whole group of friends, only some friends that I have, whom I’m close with. They are my best frie...

কালিকা কাকুর স্মরণে

স ব কিছু যেন বড্ড তাড়াতাড়ি হয়ে গেল না? ঠিক বুঝতে পারছি না। সত্যি কি এই দুর্ঘটনা হল? না কি ওরা সবাই মিথ্যে বলছে? সত্যি বলছি বিশ্বাস হচ্ছে না... একদম না। সেই মানুষটা যে সবার মনের মানুষ হয়ে গেছে তাকে কি ভোলা যায়?  ছোটবেলা থেকে একটা সুর আমার কানে প্রায়ই বাজত, “ তানানা নারে নারে না, তানানা নারে নারে না...”   আমি গায়কের নাম জানতাম না। কিন্তু টিভিতে খুব দেখেছি তাঁকে। আস্তে আস্তে অনেক গান শুনতাম তাঁর। কিন্তু নামটা   জানিনি, জিজ্ঞেসও করিনি। ২০১৫ সনের কথা, আমি জী-বাংলার সা রে গা মা পা রিয়েলিটি শোটি টিভিতে দেখছিলাম। হঠাৎ করে বাবা বলল,“ঐ যে শিল্পীকে দেখছিস,সে আমার ছোটবেলার বন্ধু।আমার বছরখানিক জুনিয়র। আমি প্রথমে একদম বিশ্বাস করিনি,আর করবও কেন! এত্তো বড় বিখ্যাত গায়ক বাবার বন্ধু! তা তো হতে পারে না। যাই হোক, বিশ্বাস শেষ পর্যন্ত করে নিলাম। তবুও সন্দেহ অল্প ছিল, কারণ বাবা আমার সঙ্গে ঠাট্টাও করে কখনো কখনো। বাবার থেকে নামটি জানলাম---কালিকাপ্রসাদ ভট্টাচার্য। আমার ঠিক তারিখটি মনে পড়ছে না। কিন্তু এটা ২০১৫র সেপ্টেম্বরের কথা। মাকুম রেলওয়ে হাইস্কুলের পঞ্চাশ বছর উপলক্ষে কালিকাপ্রসাদ...