The Kite Runner

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

Now then i read this book some 3 months ago and thought i will write a review for it, but me being me procastinated it till today. Why i didn't actually write the review till now u fill find out in sometime. Well to begin with i think it is one of the best books i have read recently. It is not just about the story but the way it has been written which really captures your imagination. Such wonderful prose and sentence formation. Absolute rockstar stuff. Well without further delay all i would do is write below the 2 paragraphs which according to me are possibly the best 2 in the enitre book. Read on and then you might also feel as strongly about the book as i do.

A dream:
I am lost in a snowstorm. The wind shrieks, blows stinging sheets of snow into my eyes. I stagger through layers of shifting white. Icall for help but the wind drowns my cries. I fall and lie panting on the snow, lost in the white, the wind wailing in my ears. I watch the snow erase my fresh footprints. I'm a ghost now, I think, a ghost with no footprints. I cry out again, hope fading like my footprints. But this time, a muffled reply. I shield my eyes and manage to sit up. Out of the swaying curtains of snow, I catch a glimpse of movement, a flurry of color. A familiar shape materializes. A hand reaches out for me. I see deep, parallel gashes across the palm, blood dripping, staining the snow. I take the hand and suddenly the snow is gone. We're standing in a field of apple green grass with soft wisps of clouds drifting above. I look up and see the clear sky is filled with kites, green yellow, red, orange. They shimmer in the afternoon light.



PANIC.
You open your mouth. Open it so wide your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air, NOW, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you are breathing through a drinking straw.Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can manage is a strangled croak. Your hands wriggle and shake. Somewhere a dam has cracked open and a flood of cold sweat spills, drenches your body. You want to scream. You would if you could. But you have to breathe to scream.

some random thoughts

what do you do when you have nothing to do??
well i am not really the kind of person who likes to laze around and do nothing( thou i frequently do it but that doean't mean i like it ).
Oh and plz strike off sleep from my list of activities too.
i am just so god damn jealous of all the people in this world who can sleep for more then 6 hrs daily.

oh wait where were we?? ohh yeah now that today i finally had nothing to do after a long time i didn't know what to do with the time... So as usual my mind starts off on a tangent which generally nobody understands...
random thoughts pile up in my head like there is no tommorow...

the sea refuses no river

now who would connect with that??? People then generally calls you insane.
some more thoughts that crossed my mind and didn't let me sleep for even the small time i do actually sleep are

the written or spoken words are so inert... its the human emotions and feelings that give them the meaning and the power which they yield.

the water needs no sky it is the earth that it really needs.

if humans are still evolving then will they ever reach the threshold of evolution ( if one exists ) and if and when they do what would humans be like ???

This stupidity would have probably gone on all thru the night had not one of my friend decided to torture me... yeah torture me.... well all he did was make me sit and watch a movie called Wah!! life ho to aise.... the less said about the movie the better... all i can possibly muster was Nah!! koi movie na ho aise...

and what do i do after getting tortured... i blog