Wuthering Heights 1.

Well Wuthering Heights was an amazing read… not a single page went by when I could not identify with the feelings poratyed in the book. Each of the characters have this extreme natrure , each of which represents some part of us….

Lets start with Heathcliff ( my fav character)… he potrays this passionate part of us… a part that will just do anything and everything for the object of passion.. the part which belives that “ if I don’t get what I want…. How can others ? I will c to it that others around me are never happy cause iam not” . Doesn’t it happen to us at times..? it does to me atleast… may be I wont go to the extreme of hurting anyone in the process… but yes the emotions experienced are same… at times just by seeing something bad happening to someone may just make me feel a bit better… even though I would feel sad for the person…or go out of my way n try to help him /her out of the mess… but some where some tiny part of my heart there will be kinda relief to c that I am not the only person who is suffering… but unlike Heathcliff …. I wouldn’t take a sadistic pleasure of the same… be cause iam not as unfortunate…

I kinda pity that character… one ..its not very easy to fall in such all engrossing love.. two..its difficult that ur love dies in front of u, because of u… and then endless maddening wait to connect to the person…

…ever since he was born (or that matter of fact bought to wuthering heights) he could connect to only one person… love just one person… I shudder at the thought of having only a single person as my mom, dad, friend, brother, sister, lover… n cant even imagine what would happen if that one particular person dies…. . my heart cries out at the sufferings of Heathcliff … I cried in joy when he finally went away with cathy…

let me be ur hero....

" would u cry if u saw me crying... would u save my soul tonite"

there she was.... running around to get her submission done... its been 2 yrs since i love her... but she does not even know that i exsist .... we both are in the same class ... though she has noticed me many times for staring at her..... or its that jhanvi told her that it is me who keeps on calling on her cell at odd hours n play "HERO" by Enrique..?

"oh my goodddd i forgot my 1st assgn at home ... what will i do now??" ... she wailed suddenly, "mam will never accept the submission wiht out it n i dont even have the time to go home n get it... oohhh what do i do??" saying so she burts into tears... how could she cry for such a small thing ..?? so u love this cry baby ? asked my head... but my heart was already making plans...

i dont know from where i could gather all the courage.... i went to her.... she was still sobbing.... and said "c'on its just an assgn... dont start crying... it will take u hardly 30 mins to write it again... " she was still sobbing... " dont make a fool out of urself by crying...." i blurted out.... she suddenly stopped crying... her anger gleamed thru those tears and she said "santhu, y dont u get lost??"
my joy knew no bounds... she knows me... she knows my name!!!

is it just me....

"its been such a long time... since i have actually felt whats it to be alive... to live life to fullest. to live wihtout a fear.... to live with out any guilt.....life is passing its phrases n iam a silent spectator to the drama.

i belive it happens to everyone at some point of time in their life..... or is it just me... y does life throws such questions at us...?? get out of this mess..... i tell myself... but the defeatist in me is too overbearing... my soul is battered... every time i try to get up.... a strong blow is ready to hit me....when i turn around to c who is doing this... i c myself... n hate the very reflection of me....

it me... just me responsible for htis...... "