Thursday, 29 December 2016

Book Review of "Catcher in the Rye"

Dialogue between me and a friend about a novel I suggested him. The unusual vocabulary is straight out of the pages of said novel, in case you need to refer.

Me: So, was it worth it?

He: Swell, it was darn right swell!

Me (shaking my head bemusedly) : I take it you found the story-line to be of your liking.

He: The Catcher in the Rye? It was "Grand".

Me: You do remember how despised a description "Grand" was in the opinion of the author, right?

He (patronizingly) : Yeah, yeah. He found the term "phony". You wanna know MY opinion about HIS opinions?

Me (unimpressed) : Not really. But, I suppose you'll tell me nevertheless.

He (ranting speech) : So, I think he thought everything was either a "phony" or a "swell"; every person was an "old chap". He could have been best-buds with The Great Gatsby for all his theatrics about the "old sport". Everything that was even moderately out-of-the-norm "killed" him! And, the biggest sore in my eye was the "sonuvabitch" shit! I mean, what self-respecting sixteen-year old doesn't know how to say "son of a bitch"? He thought his brother was a "prostitute" for "selling his talent" of writing, to the Hollywood? Well, what business was he settling, for being involved with a prostitute of his own? He was the biggest "corny" if ever there was one. He always "meant it when he did something" and within a blink, realized that he hadn't actually meant it. He wrote an entire novel of close to two hundred pages, doing nothing but whining and cribbing!

Me (shocked) : It is a CLASSIC! Every single individual who read it, was deeply affected in some way. Didn't it change or move ANYthing inside you?

He (high and mighty) : Not one damn thing! It was a sheer waste of my Christmas dough!

Me: You mean waste of your-

He: -waste I tell you!

(He leaves still complaining about waste of "dough" which is in J.D. Salinger's words, a replacement for "money".)

Me (laughing) : Something did change in him after all, just not something I would have imagined.

Friday, 2 December 2016


Amidst the pitch black,
Shone a lone ray of light.
As if it had a knack,
To preserve and to fight.

Eliciting a little hope

Within the shadows,
It gave a reason to cope
Where all else fades.

The dark so intimately

Was entwined with light,
Proving their existence solely
Did depend on each others' might.

The black of midnight,

Oh so intimidating!
The lone ray of light,
Oh so soothing!

There is a little hope,

Even in the darkest of places.
So, tie that rope,
To hold together the spaces.

The candle that lights

The entire room,
Shares the same plights
Of being surrounded by dark doom.

Also, never forget,

It is the darkest
Just before dawn.
Just before dawn!

Do not fret!

There is nothing to fear.
If darkness surrounds,
You are about to rebound.

Darkness is the indication

Of stark brightness nearby.
Just hold your patience
Before you can fly.

The winged creatures,

Do thrive!
Embrace the nature,
So you can feel alive!

It's the darkest,

Just before dawn!
It's the darkest,
Just before dawn!