Looking back and looking forward.

2012 is done and gone like a bad bout of flu and 2013 is here. So many things have happened in 2012, some good, some bad, some worth remembering, others that need to be forgotten.  Decided to still follow on my MBA dreams and they are still sucking the life out of me. Met with some road blocks while following that dream (still am). Made some new friends and lost them to geographic displacement. Lost some old friends to geographic displacement as well, because they decided to follow their dreams. Lost others because I was careless enough to let them go (working on rectifying this). Gained a new perception. Lived alone for a week, and managed the house without having to do a SOS call to the fire department ( note 1: Yes am 22 and my mom and dad are both scared of letting me live alone, fuck my life). Spent most of my savings on an awesome HP laptop, my first investment (and am still paying mom back in installments for it, 15 grand left :/). Tried new things, tried new drinks, tried new hairstyles. Acquired some habits, both good and bad (people's perception of bad, not mine), gave up some old ones. Enjoyed being everyone's agony aunt and then started hating it (mostly because I couldn't be my own agony aunt and couldn't find anyone else as good as me :p). Best of all went to Goa with my best friends, a first for me (refer note 1 above), loved every moment of it and dying to go back there again (hopefully soon if all goes well). Had a few crushes. Fell in love. Experienced true happiness for a while. Also experienced what true depression feels like. Struggled through it, still am. Gave up blogging for a while altogether and then returned back to it again (courtesy this post).

But mostly I grew a year older (yes I do it every year, though I don't look it). What I mean by that is I matured, I gained some experiences that are definitely going to help me in my future. And yeah I don't like growing old. Not because I am scared of death or something. I just don't. If there was an option whence I could reverse back time I would, and do a few things differently. So yes I have a few regrets. But alas, its only wishful thinking, I can't reverse back time to a happy period in my past or fast forward it to a happy period in my future and pause time forever in that moment. Life doesn't work like that. I can't stay 22 forever, I have to grow old even though I hate it, that's just life. Sad, but true. Anyway, before I digress any further, 2012 was a mixed bag of surprises, but it mostly wasn't great for me (at least career wise) , and it looks like 2013 isn't going to be either, if the last 20 days are anything to go by. But one can always hope. Like every year I decided not to make any new year resolutions this year as well since I never end up abiding them or keeping them. Infact I forget about them the next day itself and I end up trying to remember what resolutions I had made. So this year I decided to do something different. I have decided to put my list of resolutions here, so I don't forget them, I am reminded about them every time I open this page (which believe me is quite often), and also to call them 'guidelines for 2013' rather than resolutions. Now that sounds so much better. Following guidelines rather than adhering to resolutions. Smart, eh?

So here's the list I intend to follow:

1) Worry less. Yeah I am a worrier (not a warrior). A big one. I over think and over react to everything. I am no drama queen, but am close enough. I can spend days worrying about small things and give myself unbearable migraines. Generally the things I worry about end up in nothing. So its a huge waste of energy, not to mention stress. So this year I am going to try and worry less. I said 'try'.

2) Participate more. The other day I watched the movie 'The perks of being a wall flower'. In it Charlie the main character is advised to participate more in life by his professor Bill Anderson. That struck me as something I should do as well. I generally tend to take a casual approach to life, rarely push myself. I am a back seat driver, mostly observing, participating only when I have to.  And I know I can do better, cos I have done so before, during my college project, my college fest. So participate more in life, take stands, make decisions and stand by them, try out new things. And take risks, majorly, stop being a safe player.

3) Go back to being a cold heart-ed bitch. I was one once, and it served me well. Over the last year I have somehow changed, started opening myself up to people more, let my guards down, started trusting people more, forgiving people more, pretending less, being more honest, which I know you guys would think is a good thing, but trust me it isn't. Cos' am only opening myself to injury and heart break. I have been through it before, and I don't want to go through all that again, least of all now. The things I am going through, I recognize, are going to lead me through that well trodden, much disliked path again. To survive in this jungle I need to become my old self again. Stop being an open book. Stop believing that people have good intentions, and start believing that they are mean in general and self centered. Be self sufficient. Rely on others less. Chuck people from my life who are only there when they need me and never there when I need them. In short, live for myself. So yeah, bitch am back.

4) Do things that make me happy. Quit my job for starters (yes I am going to do it). Make an alternate career plan, if  nothing comes out of this. Be less depressed. Be more outgoing.  Rebel for my freedom (if need be, I really hate fighting and confrontations in general). Travel more, read more, watch more movies (from the IMDB top 250 list as usual), more TV series (not hindi ones, puhlease!), discover new places to eat, make new friends that share my interests, with whom I can discover these places. Go to more concerts, stand up shows and plays. Blog more. Like at least 3 times a month (so my this month's quota is done :D). Spend less time on social networking sites. Read economic times and the Hindu everyday, study everyday (not that it makes me happy, but it is essential for my survival). Take up quizzing for a hobby. Take guitar lessons, or salsa lessons, or start swimming, or do all the three (I have high ambitions). Save more money by shopping less (yeah even though it makes me happy, I really need to do this, darn). Have more conviction in myself and my dreams. Start believing that I can do it, even if it takes a hell lot of time. And most of all, not take people that are closest to me for granted. Especially not for any one person. Make sure, my support system stays strong.

5) Last but not the least, gain weight! Yeah its high time now. Being slim is so passé. I want to have those chubby cheeks again, so that ponds will take me for their googly woogly woksh advert. Just kidding. But yeah, gain weight I must. I will succeed one day! There will be more meat on by bones. Sigh, I can always dream.

Well, I can list more of these never ending guidelines, but like I said they are never ending, me being a flawed person. And this much is enough for one year, I'll chart out the rest in 2014 ;-) Here's hoping 2013 will be better for me than 2012 was, that I meet success in my endeavors, in my career, in my love life, in my friendships, in my family relationships, in everything. Here's hoping that I will follow these guidelines. Here's hoping that I'll get rich and gain weight (two most impossible tasks). And here's hoping you all will too (gain weight as well :p) . Cheers!

That feeling.

Ever felt like running away? Just being covert, packing a bag, getting in to a cab and taking off? Not knowing where, but wanting to give in to that feeling of escaping everything, the mundane realities, the insane stress, the life sucking problems, the fake well wishers, the selfish do-gooders and most of all the people you love, and who truly love you. Not caring about anything, anyone, not even yourself, just stopping your thoughts, pausing your feelings, and walking off from everything. No notes, no phone calls, nothing. You'd have a chance to start somewhere afresh. No one knows you, so you can be anyone. No one knows your past, so no one is going to judge you. No one loves you, so there will be no expectations, no feeling of being suffocated, of being pushed in to becoming someone you are clearly not, and don't want to be either. No restrictions, your life in your hands, and finally, you'd truly have the chance to make something of it by yourself, without any interference. Once in a while you can send postcards to the people you love, so they'll know that you are alive and well. How wonderful would that be? If only it were so easy.

They make it seem so easy in the movies. People just pack their bags and take off without a backward glance. A few tears rolling down their face, flashback memories from the past, and bam! They are in a plane, off to a new life where they go on to change their destiny and become billionaires, find true love etc. Oh how very dramatic! As if saying good bye was that easy. As if 23 years of memories would just disappear, the bad ones, sad ones and happy ones. As if you can ever forget everything, stop worrying about the people you love, only care about yourself and just move on. Live like a hippie, or climb the corporate ladder, visit remote scenic destinations or become a Buddhist disciple and live an austere life, go sky diving or skinny dipping, go to the Himalayas and scream your lungs out or go to the Antarctic and live under the aurora borealis. Yeah how wonderful, and how very unrealistic. No it's not that easy. If it was you'd be doing it. I'd be doing it, instead of writing about it and trying to suppress this feeling of wanting to run away, in to the wild, in to the unknown. Lets face it, we are too scared. We hate change and like to be grounded. We want everything handed to us on a plate. We know everything is not like in the movies, life isn't hunky dory. After we get on a plane there would be a whole new life to plan for, a whole new setting to worry about, and maybe worse hardships will follow. We do not like this uncertainty, and we are scared of failing again, and this time with no loved ones to support us, no friends who have our backs. So no, running away is not for us. Good bye is never easy.

Kapde nahi, Soch Badlo! (Change your attitude, not our clothes)

29th December, 2012. A grave day for the nation. The Delhi gang rape case victim succumbed to her injuries early today morning in Singapore. May her soul rest in peace. The whole country is in mourning. The protests continue. While conspiracy theories have been floating around regarding the reason for her being transported to Singapore, the government has been busy ensuring that no further untoward happenings occur by closing down the metro and other means of transport. A lot has been said and done in the last two weeks over the Delhi gang rape case, let me put in my 2 bit worth of opinion as well. We have all seen the students protesting at the India Gate, Jantar Mantar and other places, the Delhi police's shameful conduct towards them, the derogatory comments being passed on by worthless people dying for their 2 minutes of attention on prime time television. The whole week has been a media furore, with Arnab Goswami on Times Now leading the brigade.

The whole sensationalism started with Mr Abhijit Mukherjee, son of our current president Mr. Pranab Mukherjee, commenting on the student protestors at delhi, stating that, "These pretty women, dented and painted, who come for protests are not students. I have seen them talk on the television, usually women of that age are not students." He further went on to add that students going to discotheques think its fashionable to hold candles and protest. Dear Mr. Mukherjee, since when did you get a degree in psychology to comment on what people think? Also how is it relevant whether these women are students or not. If they aren't it just goes to show that the whole country is up in arms against your government and not just the students. Even if they aren't students, they are women. The same women who cannot walk on the streets in any part of our 'Incredible India' without fearing rape, be it day or night. The same women who are cursing their luck for being born as women in this patriarchal country where the people in power are so insensitive towards their issues. The same women who voted your father's government to power when he wasn't India's president. Dear sir, whoever said its okay for you to make such comments and then retract them at your convenience only because your PR agent advised you that its the best course of action to save your unworthy ass? No sir, its definitely not okay. If you cannot contribute any positive inputs towards this issue, atleast do not degrade our efforts by making such derogatory negative comments. You, son of the first citizen of India, son of the same president who pledged to protect the rights of every other citizen, including women, should know better than to say such worthless things on Television. Shame on you!

The second foot in mouth moment came when a certain Dr. Anita Shukla, an agricultural scientist at the Rajmata Vijayaraje Scindia Krishi Vishwa Vidyalaya, while addressing a seminar on 'Women’s Empowerment' (ironically)  in her capacity as the president of Lion’s Club on Wednesday, stated that women had misused the facilities and rights given to them. The rape victim's injuries were her own fault, she said. She further stated, "Had the girl simply surrendered when surrounded by six men, she would not have lost her intestine. Why was she out with her boyfriend at 10 pm?" Really? I haven't heard a more outrageous statement ever! I was as horrified as you are after hearing this. So we  are supposed to just lie there and take pleasure in the fact that 5-6 men are raping us all the while inserting rods, and god knows what else, inside us just to satiate their sadistic nature? I hope for your daughter's sake Mrs. shukla (I am assuming you are married and have a daughter, though I actually hope you don't in reality), that she never gets raped. You wouldn't be so eager to dole out such deplorable advice then, would you? What the victim was doing at 10 pm in the night with her boyfriend is irrelevant and none of your goddamn business. If you noticed she wasn't raping or murdering someone. Our's is a free democratic country and no where is it written in our constituition that women cannot roam on streets at 10 pm in the night, alone or otherwise. You being a woman, rather than fighting for our cause, fighting for our rights, rather than empathizing with us, you make such atrocious comments. You are a disgrace to our whole race and your own profession. Shame on you!

What takes the cherry on the cake is CPM leader Mr. Rahman's derogatory comments towards Mamta Banerjee at a rally which ended with him asking the question, "How much will Didimoni take for getting raped?" This coming from a supposedly senior leader of a government party against a chief minister. If someone like the chief minister cannot escape the mindlessness of such disdainful comments, how can we, the common woman, even expect otherwise? But that isn't all. Mamata Banerjee's government isn't very far behind in this race of shame.When the park street rape incident was first reported in the media in february, Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee described the case as a fabrication constructed to embarrass her government. And just yesterday a MP from the Trinamool Congress party, Dr. Kakoli Ghosh said that the park street case wasn't a rape case, it was a misunderstanding between the victim and her 'client'. Shocking! My heart goes out to the victim who besides having to deal with the mental and physical wounds constituting from the rape, also has to hear herself being degraded and indirectly being called a whore on national television. Way to go Dr. Kakoli Ghosh! Can you for a few moments please place yourself in the victim's shoe and understand what she's gone through before opening your mouth to spout shit? No? Aah very well, congratulations then.You just joined the list of disgrace along with Mr Abhijit Mukherjee, Dr. Anita shukla and several others. Shame on you!

Incredible India, my ass! After all this how can we even blame the 18 year old Patiala gang rape case victim for committing suicide? Who wouldn't? Though am sure as hell not justifying suicide. What saddens me the most is the fact that half of these comments have been made by women. This just shows the mindset of the people in our country. Not just the men, but even the women. Ours being a Patriarchal society, we have been brought up with a strict set of old school rules and mindset. This has somehow led us to think that getting raped is the fault of the victim. How can you justify rape by putting the blame on the victim for wearing short clothes or staying out till late? We have all seen that women get raped even during the day, even when they are fully clothed and even when they are accompanied by someone. What do they do then? Lock themselves in their rooms throughout their lives? Surely if people had brought their children up with a freer set of rules, an open mindset, and helped them develop a conscience, we would definitely have not come to see this day. Finally it all comes down to education, the need of the hour. We need to start at the grass roots before aiming big and starting large revolutions. We need to change our own mentality, our own ethos. We need to develop a conscience.

We want freedom. We want a country where we can roam around at at any time of the night wearing any kind of clothes without fearing rape. We want a country where our parents do not restrict us from going out late at night, where they do not allow us to wear shorts, just because they are scared that we will get raped. We want a country where we won't be called whores for wanting to do all the above things. Let us hope that all this is possible. Let us start believing that there's no excuse for rape whatsoever and that its never the victim's fault. Teach your kids to respect women, teach them to behave, teach them to change their attitude. Unless this issue is addressed we cannot expect rapes to stop inspite of harsh punishments. And yes, harsh punishments are needed. Castration, public humiliation, death penalty, fast track courts and more should be brought into immediate effect by the government. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Now is not the time to be squeamish. The governments needs to take aggressive steps to achieve all this and more if it wants to remain in power and even otherwise. For once stop thinking about your bloody vote banks! If not, expect your government to be toppled sooner than later. After all, We are the world's largest democracy, aren't we? Of the people, For the people, By the people. Lets not forget that. Till then let the protests continue. Let this revolution change India!

Late Night Gyan

So its 12 am in the night, and I have nothing better to do then ramble here. Hell, what does it matter, this place has been dead since so long anyway. Its just one of those times when you have too much stuff going on in your head, you cannot concentrate on the stuff in hand, and you get the most persistent urge to revive your blog. But for want of a blog post. Yes its one of those times. But then I believe there's always some or the other thing to write, some or the other thing to share. You see the human mind cannot stop thinking. There's no silent moment, however much you may long for it, however much you may want it. There's no single moment, not even a microsecond, where all that's going on in your head is a weird blank buzz, like that of a non working idiot box or a radio station you are trying to tune. That's just a myth made up by Russell Peters to sell his show, and by the rest of the guys so that they don't have to answer the perpetual question asked by their female counterparts, "so what are you thinking?" They just want to hoodwink us in to thinking that they don't really think. So don't you ever believe them when they say that. I mean how can it even be possible? If that's true then they have all achieved Nirvana without even trying for it. And am a millionaire sailing on my yacht on my own private beach in Goa. Right. So moving forward...  We know better then that. We humans think a lot but we don't want others to know about it. We don't want to share it until we have killed ourselves going on and on over every single detail in our mind.  Every decision we make is thought a thousand times over. Round and round. We think and we think till it festers our mind and starts giving us a headache, or worse still, until it depresses us. That's when we decide that there's no way out and it would be the right time to share. That's when we spit out everything to our better halves, or our friends, or sometimes even to a stranger sitting next to you at a bar. Things are so much simpler with a beer in your hand, I have seen. Or it might go the other way around. When we decide that there's no way out and pop some pills. I wouldn't advise that. Dark thoughts them. Better yet, call a helpline.

If only we'd stop killing ourselves with so much thinking. If only every decision we made was on a whim, a hunch. Its not like we'd be sure of the decision any way. If only we had it in us to risk our future on whims. The world would have been so much... Well I don't know what the world would have been like, but it would surely be different. And sometimes different is good. If only we'd share our thoughts and feelings with others more. If only we'd be a little less uptight and a little more forgiving. A little less suspicious, a little more trustful. Or better yet, if only we had someone else to make all the decisions for us. Like when we were kids. Actually, if only we never grew up! Now that's just wishful thinking on my part. Told you, we humans think a lot. And that's never going to change. A blog post is not going to change that. So much for my late night gyan. Time to give my brains some rest. Good night all.

A Silent Cry

*The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.*


The shower was on. She was sitting on the stool, with the shower in her hand & hot water running over her body. The water was like a soothing balm to all the small aches in her body. Making her feel calm and serene. A fog had formed around her. She could almost have gone to sleep. There were very few personal moments such as these where she could just relax and be happy in herself. Not caring, not worrying, not wondering about anyone else in the world but herself. No responsibilities, no thoughts about the future. Just living in the moment. But time was running out. Other more important matters were pressing on her mind. There was never a moment of peace. Her time was not her own.


She got up to finish her bath. But something felt very wrong. There was an uneasiness in her mind. She started feeling extremely hot and thirsty. Her legs turned to jelly, beyond her control. The world started spinning. A thought sprang to her mind, it must be dizziness that she was experiencing. She had never experienced it before, so she thought it would pass. She sat down for a few minutes with her head down and eyes closed. Willing herself back to normalcy. A few moments passed, she opened her eyes, the world had stopped spinning. She splashed some cold water on herself. She felt a bit better again. But there was now an urgency to finish her bath and to get out of that place. Solace was not welcome any more. She wanted to be in the refuge of company.


She got up again and turned the shower on. She tried to hurry. But the dizziness returned. This time it was worse. She felt numb. She tried to shout for help, but no words would come out. She felt suffocated. She tried to find some order in her chaos. But none would come. As a last desperate attempt at fighting against her demons she tried to sit, blindly. And finally she lost her consciousness.


A burst of pain in her nose woke her up to the world. All she could see was darkness. A touch to the nose indicated that she was bleeding. She heard people shouting. She realized it must be for her. Out of the many voices she heard her mother's voice very clearly, bringing her a sense of hope. She shouted for her mother. And slipped in to unconsciousness again.


Minutes passed. The next time she woke up, she still couldn't see anything. She felt unreal. She had no sense of time, of anything. She heard her mother again, a beckon of hope. Her mother was telling her to open the door. She had the sense of  struggling to open the door. But her memory was playing tricks with her. She did not remember getting up to open the door. But that did not matter. All that mattered was that the door was now open. The next thing she knew, her mother was helping her in to her clothes, and carrying her. She did not know where. Her eyes were open, but she could not see. Her hands were hanging limp. Her body was paralyzed. Her mother, was saying something to her, she could not hear. She felt wet. She felt ice being applied to her nose. She was shivering. Suddenly her vision returned, though she still could not speak. She was bleeding heavily through her nose and forehead. She had taken a knock to her teeth. Her lips were cut and swollen. The pain was unbearable. She could not even try to speak. She felt helpless, scared. She started crying silently. She knew that her mother was scared, but still she was determinedly calm and methodical. That gave her hope. She forgot that she was still crying. Her mother hugged her tenderly. That gave her life. In that moment she felt love and peace. Her nightmare was over.

To believe or not to believe?!

When we were kids, we had utmost and irrevocable faith in our parents. They were our role models, there was no one else better than them. And so we tried to imitate them. We wanted to be like them. Their word was the final word, iron clad. We simply couldn't and wouldn't believe in anything else. They told us to pray, we prayed. They told us to be good, we tried to be good. They told us to believe in god, we believed in god without a second thought, even though we didn't fully understand the concept of 'GOD'. We believed in every truth, story, fable, lie, order they gave us, because we didn't know any better. As we grew up, we started questioning these beliefs naturally. We started rebelling against orders, fought against lies, believed our own opinions to be true and started creating our own fables. It is but nature, how God has made us, we are not at fault. But old habits die hard, the seeds sown when young still hold their roots even if the tree has grown and wilted.We retain a part of what we were taught in the childhood. Our conscience questions our rebellious nature, a part of us still wants to meekly believe and sometimes we take the easy way out by believing instead of questioning.

My mother is a pious woman. She has unconditional devotion towards God. In her own way she tried to inculcate these very qualities in me, when I was but a kid. And since I saw her as my role model, I had utter faith in her, I believed in her, listened to her, tried to do as she told me to do. She believes in Sri Sathya Sai Baba. She told me to believe in him. She told me he's a God, and I believed her then. I believed he was a God, I prayed to him, I asked him for wishes, as children usually do. As I grew up, my belief didn't change, even though I no longer needed to blindly believe what my mother said and always agree with her. Call it my blind faith, call it superstition, call it my innocence or whatever. But I had my own reasons to believe. Of course the intensity of my belief was directly proportional to how big a mess I was in at the time (Yes, I wouldn't call myself pious in any sense).

Just recently Sri Sathya Sai Baba died at the ripe old age of 85, and as is in the case of people who are always in the limelight and who leave behind a lot of money in trusts, controversies followed. Many people started debasing him on the various social networking websites, newspapers and other media. Many videos were released showing him to be a fake, how he cheated people in his miracles etc. Other controversies started about the money he's left behind in the trust, about who will head the trust after Baba's demise and so on. All these people fail to remember that Sri Sathya Sai Baba, maybe he's not a god, but he sure did a lot of charity work for the people all around the world & not just in India. His trust supports a variety of free educational institutions, hospitals, and other charitable works in over 166 countries. Whatever money he obtained from the devotees was ultimately used in their own betterment through these very educational institutions and hospitals. He preached spiritualism, meditation, good karma, sanatana dharma (All God's are one) and purity in human values and character. He was an Indian guru, spiritual figure, philanthropist, and educator. He used the better part of his life in influencing people spiritually. He did not do any sort of harm to other people. He did not preach jihad or murder. He's no Osama Bin Laden or Dawood Ibrahim. He tried to influence people to become good human beings.

So maybe he's not a God, he definitely is a better Human being than us lot. Instead of belittling him, wouldn't it serve us better to give him credit for his good work? After all that's what humanity is all about. Remember Jesus Christ? And how he was treated when he was alive? Now they believe him to be the son of God. Maybe he is, maybe he's not. But he was a spiritual guru too, he worked for the well being of others, he preached peace, non violence and spiritualism and look how he was crucified for his teachings. History shows that we human beings cannot be trusted, we make mistakes. But we should also learn from these very mistakes instead of repeating them. Don't believe in Sri Sathya Sai Baba, don't believe in Jesus Christ, but give them credit for the good that they have done instead of blaspheming their name. They may or may not be God, but they are human beings as long as they are on earth and its up to us to follow their good teachings.

I for myself, still believe Sri Sathya Sai baba's teachings. Like I said old habits die hard. Maybe I am not that pious, I am still young, I have yet to see the world, am too attached to materialistic pleasures. But I also do believe in his teachings of spiritualism, good karma and sanatana dharma. There is only one God, pray to Ganesha, Jesus, Vishnu, Buddha or Allah. Ultimately its your faith that matters.

Book Review :

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë


My rating: 4 of 5 stars




I remember when I first started this book, I was in school, possible 12-13 years of age. It did not appeal to me then, in fact I read the first part of the book (wherein Jane is in Lowood and applies for the governess position and leaves for Thornfield) and gave up reading it altogether. The language was beyond me, the plot very slow and dragging. The only reason I had even picked it up for reading was because its a classic, and I love classics. So now here I am after 9 years, rating the same book, with a considerably high rating, reason? A friend of mine rated this book with 4 starts on good reads, which piqued my curiosity and I took it up for reading again. Have to say am relieved and quite thankful that I did!


A genius of a book, a truly epic novel, one of the best classic love stories (by my opinion). Though the character of Jane Eyre has been given too many genial qualities (except for her physiognomy), which is nigh impossible to perceive and probably the biggest fault of the story. Then again, the story would have taken different directions if Jane Eyre had been characterized with discernible faults, and I doubt that would have been agreeable to us readers. The plot does drag sometimes, and like all English novels of those times, the surroundings described are quite dreary and unappealing (unless you like dark haunted mansions, damp dreary marshes etc) which does put a damper on one's mood. But right when you'd want to give up reading and throw the book away, Bronte brings out a rather small and likable twist which makes you want to continue reading the book again. That's the redeeming quality of the book and the reason for my 4 stars.


Also am a big Jane Austen fan, and Bronte's way of telling the story quite appealed to me. The story may appear to be like a fairy tale with a happy ending, but here again Bronte proved herself different by not making the story 'just another romance novel', by ending it with some elements that are certifiably sad yet likeable. But for all its merits, the book requires patience, and read it only if you are in to classics, romance and have loads of patience stored.


PS. Please do not read it when you are in school, unless you are a genius yourself.






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