Se7en Deadly Sins

Watching Se7en. The "V" representing the seven deadly sins. The movie is about the two cops one veteran (Morgan Freeman) and one rookie (Brad Pitt) who search for a serial killer (Kevin Spacey). The same Hollywood crime thriller kind, but with several interesting twists. I am not going to write a review here but two things about the movie is, it has lots of cruel and sick scenes, which are very relevant. An excellent movie for those with strong hearts. After watching this movie, I tried to analyze myself with all the deadly sins I possess.



Wrath - I loose my mind frequently in anger when in despair.
Lust - Should not dare to reveal the truths about me, but I strongly believe in forty plus phenomenon and I am going to be forty very soon.
Greed - Money doesn't make me greedy but sometimes I think of having a much better bank balance than I am currently having.
Envy - I never get envious to others for their fortune or success. But sometimes I feel that most of the people around me is much smarter than I am, and that leads to...
Pride - I don't feel proud all the time, but my neighbor's envy sometimes fill me with pride.
Sloth - I am very hard working sometimes, but most of the times, I feel, I can do much better.
Gluttony - I am not foodie and I never over eat. That's good, but you know, it turns out sometimes that I am too hungry to resist food... and then...

This is not me, not you, not anybody specific, but consider any living human being, who is not a real saint, is struck by the "Se7en".

Vuvuzela and my daughter

The last day today. I am feeling a real sorrow a deep grief for the ending hours of my favorite tournament till childhood, the FIFA World Cup. This time, like all other times, it was a time to spend for myself. To stay late at nights, working hard at the day time. Full concentration of mine was to finish my assignments for the day and reach for the TV as soon as I could, during these whole month. The evenings were so colorful after nearly four five months since we all stopped watching TV totally. That is for the good of our 4 years old daughter's education and upbringing. She was having a very extraordinary hyper activity syndrome which is just for prolonged TV watching and our ignorance about that.

But, this time, after the world cup started, I loosened the restriction of her watching TV at least during the match. Not for her but for myself, my very own self. The only viewer being me, sometimes I enjoyed her company during these TV sessions (only the evening matches for her of course). I tried to let her know what is a goal, and the simple rules of playing this game. I soon felt proud as she quickly learned a bit of the terminologies with her little grown brain of 4 years and was so happy to see people run with the ball. Only thing she liked or disliked about the game was a continuous sound of Vuvuzela, mostly in the early games when may be the "Notch Filter" was not being used to reduce the raucous sound Vuvuzela produced.

The plastic made horn which produces 113 dB(A) at 2 metres (6.6 ft) from the horn opening, which can create short time Noise-induced hearing loss (NIHL) as it is blown. A similar instrument, known as the corneta, is used in Brazil and other Latin American countries. So, there were a great deal of discussions and controversy about the usage of Vuvuzela during the world cup matches where thousands of Vuvuzelas created an extreme disturbance to the players as well, kept aside the viewers. Finally Vuvuzela has become a fearful buzzword during the world cup.

Interestingly enough, my little daughter also started fearing from the Vuvuzela.
"Vuvuzela ke voi pacchi baba." (I am fearing from Vuvuzela dad.)
Wondering for a prolonged time, I understood, Vuvuzela is a collection of two words, Vuvu + Zela, where "Vu" stands for the initials of "Vut" the ghost in Bengali and Zela sounds like "Jail" in Bengali. So, she was fearing from a Ghost in Jail. Interesting indeed.

Finally she understood from my continuous convincing that there is no such thing like Ghost in this world and Jail is only for the criminals and most of all, Vuvuzela has nothing to do with neither ghost, nor jail, she thrown away the conviction she developed, and we enjoyed the matches happily together.

Dreaming a story

I was still awake at night. I got up from bed and entered into the drawing room. In the half lit drawing room my mobile phone was lying on the refrigerator. I took it and it's screen shown me the current time. It was 15 minutes past 3 AM. Pretty late for me, as I generally sleep at 11 PM at night. Something is striking in my mind time and again, making my throat dry. I took out a bottle of cold water, pour some in a glass and gulped the whole water at a time, to relive the unwanted dryness in my throat. It still remained dry. In my left eye, I started feeling a burning sensation. May be because of the restlessness tonight after a very hard day at my workplace.

I became restless the day I received the mail from BlogAdda, informing me about the "My First Crush story writing contest". I decided not to write, not for a competition about my very personal life. Sweet memories of the first crush was the subject line, a very personal feeling to be toyed with. I just ignored the mail.

The fifth day of the competition is the day I am speaking about. It was pretty late at night and I had office the next day, yet, astonishingly I cannot think of anything precisely but some odd dreams were haunting me, the dreams cannot be called as nightmares, yet they were very fuzzy and dusky. I understood that the competition, the excellent entries already written by my fellow bloggers are compelling me to think. Compelling me to travel in the past, and that mental state of dilemma is the reason for the peculiar dreams of mine.

Finally, I decided to write at my story telling blog, as an entry to the competition, just to honor the organizers, just to thank them, for once again they have put a bait in front of me, which actually compelling me to write a new story.

It's an innovative way to push your mind to the wall of thorns to fight back with your pen (keyboard) as sword and try to win over the demon that actually eats up all your time mercilessly. I couldn't sleep that night, worked hard in my workplace all the day, then came back home with a rock hard determination to fight back the time killer demon and fought back.

Why can I not write?

Writer's block are very common to the writers. There are known remedies, mainly thinking and jotting down what you think brings back the writer in you to business. Now, knowing the remedy and knowing that it is such an easy thing to do, you plan to think. Thinking and thinking and thinking all the time. That's become the writer's new state. So, thinking becomes the new habit. Jotting them down, again remains far from reality. At least that is what happens to me regularly. I am the kind of man, who loves to think, imagine things, sometimes methodically deduce something but writing becomes and remains a very hard laborious task for me as it was.

Actually, writing is the real good habit that any aspiring writer should love to adopt. Again, for writing something one should read a lot. Mainly for writing stories you need to read a lot of stories yourself. Mostly works of writers who proved their excellence in story writing in the course of time, and the works, which are indeed became timeless classics. To name a few, for writing short stories, one may read the works of Guy De Maupassant, O.Henry, Anton Checkov,Nikolai Gogol, Leo Tolstoy, Ernest Hamingway, Edgar Allan Poe, Agatha Christie, Arthur Conan Doyle, as I have read and still reading. I was going to leave the list of best seller authors of all times behind, here is the list .

Again, I have left the names of Bengali authors, like Kabiguru (Preceptor) Rabindranath Tagore, Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay, Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay, Tarasankar Bandopadhyay, Bibhuti Bhushan Bandopadhyay, Saradindu Bandopadhyay, Bimal Mitra, Premendra Mitra to latest writers like Sanjeeb Chattopadhyay, Samaresh Basu, Samaresh Majumdar, Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay, Ramapada Chowdhury, Syed Mustafa Siraj, Budhadeb Guha, Narayan Sanyal, Sunil Gangopadhyay, Satyajit Ray, Joy Goswami, Suchitra Bhattacharya, Bani Basu, and many more.

I get totally carried away while reading their works and get so preoccupied enjoying the style, the picturesque, dramatic narration that, ultimately I end up reading and not writing.

Actually a good time management is always the driving skill in all your ventures. True, in the case of creative writing. Thinking, writing and reading should go together hands in hands and that's where I always fail. And that's why there are so less amount of short stories irregularly posted in my blog GolporKhata.