The Great Gatsby – Review


I had decided to read one novel per month this year as referred in my post Reboot, Restart and Resume. Its 2017. For January I had picked the classic, “The Great Gatsby”. Here is what I take away from the Novel!

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At times novels must be read to understand the heart and soul that author has put in, to bring those picture through words.  F. Scott Fitzgerald sets the plot with social history of America during 1920’s on the prosperous Long Islands. It’s the story which brings out the culture during the period and along with that goes the love story of Jay Gatsby.

For the Pleasure of Reading
For the first 50-60 pages of the book I was confused and wondering where the book was going.  Then later I could not drop it until I finished reading it. I got so much involved that I also saw the movie. Like said, the book is not just the plot. The writing style is very impressive and narration gives the warmth. The incidents reveal the truth at the right moment in time keeping the curiosity in the readers.

No wonder it is a classic and I feel, one should read such writings without having a thought of review/critique and only for the pleasure of reading. It is a book with many ‘Oh’ and ‘Wow’ moments. My gratitude and thanks to Rashmi from the blog Mind and Life Matters for suggesting this novel.

When the Dreams Cry



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When the dreams die,
Burst inside,
Flame within,
Chaos the interior,
With unheard howling cries.

When the dreams die,
The deceased diverges,
Intellect shatters,
World looks hideous,
The water cries.

When the dreams die,
Is like a half carved statue,
Undefined shape,
Just stand ugly,
And the meaning cries.

When the dreams die,
Tears decide to stay in,
Finding inner more beautiful,
Silently dries,
While the heart cries.

When the dreams die,
Rest is all Babel.

The Asset Within



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in a word council,
with no doubt, what so ever,
‘capable’, the lord.

The Meaning
When a baby is trying to learn to pick and hold objects, at first it learns that it has to stretch the hands. Then the baby learns and starts to use its finger to grab. It understands that there is a little more to it. Then it learns to use the whole hand, all the five fingers, to grab and there it sees the success. The baby knew it was capable. That is why it kept trying with different incremental conducts until it succeeded.

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The Within
Heart has an extraordinary capability to make face go red and blush when in front of loved ones. Mind has a capability to play with eyes when not so comfortable foe walks around. We know our responsibilities and for that we build ourselves some capabilities. Some have deep roots within and some are just held with a thin string. Some get us satisfaction and some, the bread and butter.

No
They say learning to say ‘No’ is an art. That means ‘Yes’ comes more easily. This kind of also explains the hidden capabilities. Like lot many quotes say, it’s the realization and the belief, that shines the capabilities.

Capabilities get weighed between happiness and responsibilities, often calling a  trade-off.

The Perspectives
No one gave capabilities to sun, moon or stars. A plastic was given capability to hold the water turning it into a pot structure. One can easily communicate to opposite gender and other needs extra effort. Some were under estimated and some overrated. Some use it as a means to compare and some use it to appreciate. Some give a lengthy speech and disappear and some display the results.

It’s all in the eyes, mind, heart and mostly,
The Self!


For the daily post prompt: Capable

Owl, Who?



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An owl disguised as a crow,
Barged in at day light,
Soliciting superfluous questions,
Crafting pointless propositions!

It wanted to seize a trade,
Forgetting dark was its arena.
It wanted to rule the light,
As a self declared king!

Where poise flew excess,
Uneven mind lost its conviction,
Even its fart smelled perfume,
Loyalty had left the room.

Fellow owls had a meeting that night,
No one could track its fate.
For it was not seen by any,
That day was end of its many!


Tagging for the daily post prompt: Uneven

The Poops and the Presentation



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The Designer Poop
Little do the goats know that its poop decorates the street it takes, like designer balls hanging along with window curtains.  The thing is, in the run of life we all leave the poop and it is not necessary that it got to stink. Life isn’t stationary and it isn’t specific either and so are the poop-y issues. Without getting lost in the messy definitions of life, let’s learn to celebrate the poop.

The Environment
Complicating unwanted life issues however simple it is though has been one of the human’s innate talent. We always like some extra toppings on whatever that melts or solidifies.  Let’s not forget to mention the credits for our near and dear ones, neighbors and unwanted other spam crowd who come and add some spicy bits contributing more deliciousness to our personal life issues.

The Mocktail Invention
But, be kind, like an animal that can’t make a speech. Enjoy the dish you are boiling, whipping, drying, toasting, roasting and make sure that the poop from that is a non stinky dish. Now we know that it is impossible to have a non smelly poop and it is called so for a reason. But there lies the invention test!  Making the outcomes of our life issues smell bad is like wearing our own socks covering head to neck. The stench can be concealed and decorated with a silver foil, perfumes, etc to offer our life lessons in the most presentable way. What I want to say is, it’s okay to cry behind the scene while we make and present a mocktail out of our tears in the foreground.

Presentation Matters
People are attracted to good looking things no matter how bad the taste is. Or put it the other way round, we have taste buds to pretty much swallow anything of any kind. The gist here is the lesson to learn from goats poop. Presentation matters! Are you concerned about the ones who announce, ‘It’s still a Poop!’?? Now that, I mean that does not matter. We can be deaf to those as they are the ones who are going to say for ‘anything in the world’ because it is you!

Mark my philosophy, it will help. If not, well, poop it is!


Note – This post is put together for the following prompts:

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The daily post prompt: Specific

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Indispire edition number 151.
The prompt says: Pick up the book you are reading and from the 12th page, choose a word and use it as a prompt to write your next post. Try to relate it in some way to the twelve months of the New Year. Don’t forget to tell the name of the book to your readers. #TwelveMonths. 
I have been reading the book The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. From 12th page I have picked the sentence: “The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon”. And from that stationary as my word. I have added a quote using months.

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I have been doing a WordPress course  on ‘Shaping Your Story‘. This is assignment for week two: Intros and Hooks. More details can be found HERE.


Important Note:

This post is a make over of a chapter from my ebook: Run – The Secret Destination. The book is a FREE download and can be found HERE.

The Pictorial Layers



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This post is written for Three Line Tales Challenge Number 49.  It is a challenge put forth by Sonya from Only 100 Words, where we are challenged to write a three line tale for the supplied image.

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photo by Andrew Neel via Unsplash

The black font makes it visible, the pointy end positions a direction, the threads tie firm, the stick is not straight and it is put on a coarse earthy table.

The ink, flag, fiber, stick and table – all products from the same tree.

Life is a photograph, of an assortment of versions put together!