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Leaving Time

The New Bedford Library is a few minutes walk from where Son, and I live. Tomorrow is my due date to return the books I got from it. One of those books is Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult. Back home I have got quite a collection of her books. She is one of my favorite authors.

I like her books, but there is one thing I don’t, and that is being sad. When I was younger I read all sorts of books, and could take everything in stride — sadness, death, murders and mysteries. Now all I can take is comfort in reading that the hero, and heroine got their happy after. I don’t want to read gory ends.

Jodi’s books make profound readings. Leaving Time is all about elephants, and a girl named Jenna who searches for her vanished mother till she finds her. While reading the book I learnt more about elephants, which previously I didn’t know.

I loved elephants during childhood. One of my dream was to get an elephant for a pet. My brother Lala who is eight years older than me would exploit it to no end. He only had to say that my elephant needed something I had, and I would hand it over to him unquestionably.

Mughal Kings during their time if they wanted to sentence someone, would gift a white elephant. The elephant required huge amounts of money for their upkeep, and soon the recipient of the king’s favor was reduced to poverty.

My mythical elephant still strolls the banks of River Jhelum, though Lala doesn’t requires me to give gifts for him.

To Direct

Daily Prompt: The Show Must Go On
If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!)

If I had been a director it would have been a good thing. I wouldn’t have mutilated the main characters of a book and played havoc with them.My own advice to people like me is if you read a book, forget about the movie. You may be disappointed if you see the movie. I always am.

A director controls a film’s artistic and dramatic aspects and visualizes the script. I would have seen to it that the writer’s and my vision was the same. I would have stuck to the original story.

The movies are not wholly based on the books. So many parts of the book are deleted. The director puts his own interpretations into the movie which takes away the essence of the original book.

For example take the movie from Jodi Picoult’s book, My Sister’s Keeper. The book was about two sisters.

The director Nick Cassavetes changed parts of the book and created unnecessary scenes which I didn’t like one bit. He changed the original
ending and put in his own version. My heart broke into thousands of fragments while reading the book. It was so unexpected and I hid in my bedroom from my husband so that he wouldn’t laugh at my tears. I didn’t gave him that opportunity because he thought reading fiction was a waste of time.

The second example is the movie, The Host. When I read the book I couldn’t put it down. It was a very different kind of story.

I was entranced from beginning to end. The movie was lame. I had looked forward to seeing it but I felt cheated.

As a director I would have adapted the original stories of books I wanted to be made into movies. I would have seen to it that the charm doesn’t vanish.I wouldn’t have changed the stories.

Besides who wouldn’t want to be a world renowned director and bagging awards left and right?

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My Idea Of Heaven

I discovered books as a child. My mother died when I was about five years old. My siblings and I were divided among our relatives. The youngest one, who was ten days old, went to our maternal grandma. My ten-month-old sister went to my father’s mother. My father took my older brother (eight years older than me) along with him. My three-year-old brother and I went to live with my elder uncle. After a period of four months, when our father came to see us, I clung to him and refused to let him go without us. Baba (my father) took us with him but was unable to look after my kid brother as he was away from home a lot because of his army duties. Baba had to leave him with his mother.
I used to be alone in the house most of the time. Lala (my elder brother) would be out playing with his friends. That’s how I discovered books and found a totally different world from the world I lived in. It was a world of magic for me. Snow White, Cinderella and the Mermaid Princess became my friends. I came to know dragons, wizards and Greek Mythology. Hercules and Zeus came alive. When I would wake up, I would find books lying near my pillow, brought by Baba, and left for me. When I was in grade six, I think I finished reading all the books in our school library.
As I grew older most of my pocket money was spent on books. When I could not buy, my time was spent in bookstores. My younger brothers by that time had come to live with us and the three of us would be visiting the local bookshops on bicycles. My favorite authors at that time were Leo Tolstoy, Jane Austen and Agatha Christie.
Alas! such a heavenly atmosphere could not last forever. My husband disliked books as much as I loved them. He only read his military books and newspapers. With my husband and two kids to look after, the world of books became a distant paradise.
Now with time on my hands, I have re-discovered my lost world. For me books are fun. My books are my companions. They were that in my childhood as they are now. I have to confess though I may go down a few notches in some people eyes but one of my favorite authors is Stephanie Meyer. I love her vampires and all, though I do not like the movies made so far based upon her books. My other faves are Suzanne Collins and Jodi Picoult.
My idea of bliss is to curl up with a book in a quiet place with no one disturbing me.