I Finally Caught The “Catcher…”

Lately, coming-of-age movies and books seem to interest me more than the time when I was at the age where they were supposed to influence me.
I know how adulting consumes me in a way my inner child is sometimes throwing a fit, so I need that other ‘self’ to be in that shoes, again, a teen who has full of curiosity, full of spontaneity, experiencing the joys of being prohibited to do a thing but rebelliously do otherwise, the logic that are outrageously funny and annoying, and the discoveries of life’s teaching in a come-what-may way.

During my teen years, my exposure to literature about young adults were very limited. Even though, I have read some radical books I was told not to during my teen years, still, I engaged myself to read, and boy, never I regret, for I see things differently… But then again, they weren’t meant for young adults! That was the difference! 

You see, access to books like this, (that has cult following, YA) was quite challenging for my younger self. (Please do not ask me how, there could be a lot of factors why.) And for that, I am doing myself a favor…of discovering more authors, more book titles, and more stories that I just heard sporadically during my maturing years. Those classic and authentic young adult fictions!

So! Here’s to adult peers, who, like me, occasionally yearn to relive those almost forgotten moments, of our younger and adventurous self. Let us enjoy the opportunity of being able to buy our OWN books (being adult, having a decent job 😅) and build our own library. Salute! 

The Love We Deserve 

Charlie: Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date? .Bill: Are we talking about anyone specific? .

Charlie: Nodded .

Bill: We accept the love we think we deserve. 

Charlie: Can we make them know that they deserve more? 

Bill: We can try.. 

– Charlie and Bill in Perks of Being a Wallflower

Do we, really? It is debatable in its sense. But looking around us, it has become the norm of our society. Not only in dating, but the behavior towards us by others that we condone. When we become so tolerable and complacent about something we are not truly comfortable about, we tend to be quiet and accepting just to avoid disagreement. Until, we deliberately send the signal that we are OK with that.

Predominantly, we have seen a lot of this scenario; that we are even guilty of it. We are too nice to people who are disregarding us.

Yes, outside sources can make us feel that we deserve more, friends and family who treat us great. They will always be there. but at the end of the day, when we are left alone in our thoughts, recollecting the events of the day, of the months, of the pasts, I hope each one of us find the love and appreciation. Respect, on a greater level, not the only ones we choose to accept just because…but of what we really are worthy of! ❤

Have You Read The Outliers? 

“Once a musician has enough ability to get into a top music school, the thing that distinguishes one performer from another is how hard he or she works. That’s it. And what’s more, the people at the very top don’t work just harder or even much harder than everyone else. They work much, much harder.” — Malcolm Gladwell, Outliers: The Story of Success
Aren’t we all musicians who dance our way to what we believe to the tempo of success? (Why do I weirdly associate this and the movie WHIPLASH?)

Malcolm Gladwell is a thought-provoking author. Yes, I do love novels, short stories, poems, and prose. However, as a personal thing, I do not cage myself in few specific genres. I love psychology, rediscovering things, and be enlighten by what seem to be obvious but somehow obscure. Take this, for example; the rule of 10,000 hours to master something, it is that deliberately, religiously, practicing to be considered master at any specific field! How easy to say but challenging to digest! 

How many stars does Outliers deserve? Any ideas? 


These, my friends, play a great role in calming my nerves before I sleep. 

Being an expat in Dubai, reading– aw crap, I am cutting it, hasn’t reading is and will always be one of the limited things I am passionate about, be it in Dubai or any where?

Working in a different environment, where you hear hundreds of buzz, but not from bees. Hearing thousands of “excuse me”, in a day, that sometimes, in my dreams (nightmare) I wake up from the echo that seems so real; being shouted at me by faceless human floating in the air 👻👻👻 

That being said. I need me a distraction, to wash away the “excuse me”, to cleanse my mind and fill it with written words to cool down a busy day. Plus, these and their kinds  keep me functioning like a normal earthling. 
The downside? I cheat myself when I say, one more chapter… 🙈

A Thought about “The Book Thief”

“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.” — DEATH Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

I read this book in 4 days. Having a full time job and taking care of your grown self, I would say that is quite an achievement. 😅

On a serious note, I just regret one thing. After reading it, I plunged right into watching the film. Eerrr, mistake, mistake I know! And I was like, that was not in a book, that was totally different, why did it turn out to be that way etc etc. So everything was jumbled inside my head, that I needed a stick of cigarette, looking out from the balcony, finding answers, even though I don’t really smoke. 😑I even kept the book out of my sight to recover from nonsense feeling I was feeling. It was too soon to watch the movie! 🙄

 To be quite fair, I loved the book, that after closing the last chapter, I wonder how painfully beautiful Liesel lived after that night (spoiler alert- the bombing) until she met Death… and as If I can still hear Death or somehow imagine him not only killing/ collecting souls after but sighting beautiful human stories. ‘Though, admittedly, He is haunted by humans. . .

But, yalla read. It has the freshest take on the Holocaust so far and “lighthearted” to think it is depicting Nazi regime, could it be for it is meant for young adult readers? 

I might read it again, when summer approaches. For me this book is ⭐️⭐️⭐️ 3/4.