Ambarish's musings

Yesterday I got my hands on one of the most awaited books of 2016: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child! Written by J. K Rowling, John Tiffany and Jack Thorne, this is a script for a play rather than a novel. Quick googling will inform you that Tiffany and Thorne are theater specialists, more than story writers.                                 First of all, thank you to one of my friends for lending me the book. And an even bigger thanks for buying a hardcover instead of paperback. The joy of reading a hardbound edition is totally different from a paperback one. The experience is just enriched a little more, irrespective of the contents of the book (Weird, I know!)                 Ah, what do I say about this book? I don’t know what to make of it. If I had to sum up my review in one word, it would be: underwhelming . The book starts of well, with some good dialogues. The start certainly catches your attention that you cannot stop reading. But as the plot develops, we see the f

                 Today I heard some wonderful lines and couldn’t resist sharing!                   “The world needs dreamers and realists. You would think the realists fall for the realists and the dreamers go for the dreamers. But the opposite happens. The dreamers need the realists to keep them from going too close to the sun. And the realists need the dreamers; otherwise they won’t ever get off the earth. ”                  -Modern family                  How beautiful! Go find your dreamer/realist!

                Hola! Long time since I wrote anything, and here I am writing two posts. With so much happening, I have barely had time to breathe, least of all write a blog. Even today I just found time, because I am in a train, bound towards Kalyan, taking me away from Hyderabad for a deserved break from the mundane.                 I had to make an extremely difficult choice, one that I did not want to nor that agrees with my nature. But facing the truth is better than being under a delusion, only to be disappointed at the end. I cannot give keyboard exam this time. L (Sobbing inside) I am just too underprepared, and frankly, I have heavier things on my plate. The teacher thought 3 months would be enough, even I felt so. But it wasn’t meant to be. The exam comes too early for me, and I, despite wanting to, cannot practice and perfect the syllabus on time to pass the exam. Accepting this is really painful for me, especially when I don’t like giving up. What other choice do I h

Questions How awesome they are! Do you go 5 minutes without asking one? Be it in my mind or out loud, questions continually pop up in my head. What questions you ask? Oh, questions related to anything and everything. Some really good ones, some bad ones, some evil, some sad, some angry, some curious, some genuine, some fake, some new, some old. Many questions are repeated over the weeks, months, or even years. Is the purpose of life to find answers to our questions? (Note that even this statement became a question!) Do you remember the times you used to question everything? How does a car work? How does a lorry work? Why do I have to go to school? When can I eat ice cream? Where is the train? When can I go to play? When will I get older? What is the meaning of this? Why is she sad? How do I do this? These were probably easy ones. People answered them, most of the times convincingly. They thought I asked too many questions. Even then, they took pains to answer me. Sometimes they