torture

I do not believe in torture unless the terrorist is proven guilty first. Even if someone is 75% positive that a criminal has committed an act I do not think you should torture that person. There is always that 25 percent chance that the person has done nothing wrong. As Americans we should be leaders and not follows. It is our job to show that we will not stoop so low as to torture innocent people, just because they look, act, or have Muslim last names. It would be wrong to assume that just because of where they came from.

            Knowing when to stop is important too. If a terrorist is found after torturing, would it be right to torture their families, and friends? Being in America means that you are innocent until proven guilty. After one is proven guilty and still refuses to give out information, then I would agree with torture. However, if a person is proved innocent, then torture wouldn’t be an option. The one thing I don’t stand for is unnecessary punishment. As Americans, or citizens, setting an example for other countries is very important. If we set the example and others follow, the world would be a better place.

My Soul

Tracing back my soul to 1785

Is very interesting to see

Where I’ve been alive

In London I’ve had tea

With Monica Dickens, the one who liked to write,

May 10^th 1915, born a fighter

December 25^th 1992, died in the night

I’ve always wanted to be a writer

In hopes to make myself a little brighter.

 

 

Illonois was a sight to see

I couldn’t contain all my glee

Albert Spalding’s colors where back and white

His baseball team won without a fright

Born September 2^nd 1850

September 9^th 1815, his death was really nifty

Losing a game now and then is no shame

I always say, it’s how you play the game

 

 

I’ve been to Gloucestershire

My Chemist gene I aspired

William Prout was his name

January 15^th 1785- he came

1850, April 9^th was the day he passed,

I’m so glad we share the love of atomic mass.

 

 

 

Venice is my last stop

This place is hard to top

I’ve learned how to paint from Pietro Longhi

Who was married to Cathrina Rizzi

November 5^th, 1701 was his birth

May 8^th 1785, his last day on earth.

For some people its plain to see

Where I get my artistic ability.

I’ve been to many places

Traveling so much allowed me to meet so many faces

Knowing where I descended from put me at ease

Who can be upset with people as great as these?

Cilantro

Cilantro in it’s natural form looks very similar to parsley. One whiff and you can see that you were clearly wrong. This lemony, piece of green smells anything but good. One would thing citrus would smell great, but not in cilantro. Though it does smell fresh, the mint in the green little sprig masks it. This headache inducing herb, is sure to make someone who has a strong sense of smell, sick.

Along with its’ terrible smell, the taste isn’t much different. When first put into the mouth, one would think it were parsley. However, one chew and the taste is released – or should I say tasteless? It has a soapy, leafy taste that it accompanied by an aftertaste. This makes the average person cringe.  Who knew that a small inoffensive leafy green could be so lethal

Cell Phone

Kelly Mcintyre’s cell phone is very special to her. It keeps her from getting bored in class, but it also gets her into trouble. One day her plan was up on her cell phone, so she needed a new one. It took her a long time to figure out which one she wanted. She tried out at least ten different phones before choosing this one. She finally landed her eyes on this shiny new phone and just had to have it.  By all the scratches and dents, this phone has been through a lot with her. Taking it home, she couldn’t help but bring it everywhere with her, even to the beach with her friends. She had so much fun at the beach that she even wrote anything and everything in the sand. Taking out that trusty phone from her beach bag, she took a picture. Little did she know that later that day, that same picture would be the wallpaper of her favorite phone. Almost as if she was telling this to her phone, she wrote I <3>

 

What can I say? I get beaten, and thrown, lost, and found. Everyday for seven hours I am in this suffocating backpack, only seeing the sun when she occasionally takes me out to use me during class. I hear the teachers yelling at her to put me away, but she doesn’t. She hides me for a while and waits for that stupid teacher to look away. And at home? I am on all the time. I guess you can say we spend the majority of the day together. I can’t say I don’t feel the love, because I do, but sometimes it’s just too much. Will she ever put me down and give me a rest. I grow weak by the end of the day and finally get some relief when I can’t keep my eyes open any longer and close my eyes.  

Macbeth

 

When Mr. Morone first announced we were reading I thought, “How am I going to do this?” Macbeth, by William Shakespeare is a very complex, confusing book. Though it takes sometime to figure out what everyone is saying, it is very intriguing. Sometimes the longer it takes you to figure something out, the better the outcome. It also helps that every few paragraphs or so, we talk about what we have just read. It makes the book more enjoyable when we discuss what their complex diction means. For me, this book is in the middle of like and hate. Lady Macbeth though one would think was kind and considerate is actually the opposite. She has very vulgar mind. Lady Macbeth convinces Macbeth to kill Duncan. She also portrays to be a much stronger person than his husband, Macbeth and is more willing to fight than him. While just reading the first act, I can’t say I relate to any of them. Most of the characters actions is about fighting and getting the throne. Though I understand people have to fight for what they want, but I think they could go about it in a different way. So far the book isn’t that confusing. Mr. Morone answers all of our questions. In scene two I think Duncan will be killed by Lady Macbeth instead of Macbeth. I don’t think Macbeth will have the guts to do it.

Quality of Like Beats Quality of Mercy

The article of Quality of Like Beats Quality of Mercy is a very interesting article. It deals with unfair punishment.  It seems like the more awful the crime, the easier they are on the punishment. In the first paragraph, a ten year old gets shot, but the media doesn’t even care. In the second paragraph a person is convicted of adultery. The punishment was ten minutes in jail. That doesn’t seem fair, does it? The last person gets a parking ticked and he has to pay. We does the law apply for him and not others. A limousine driver parked in front of a fire hydrant. One would think this would get proper punishment too, but since he was in the car, the police officer let him go. Why should the law be exempt for everyone else except the man who got a parking ticket?

Teen Inc

Two months ago, I sent one of my essays to TeenInc.com not really expecting much to come out of it. Today (January 29, 2009) at exactly 1:20 I get an email saying I was published on their website. I couldn't contain my excitement. I imedatly wrote a letter to my English teacher, and now that I look back on it, I started with OMG. It wasn't something a person should start a sentence with when writing to an English teacher, but I couldn't think of a better way to do it. It would mean a lot to me if everyone reads and reviews it. The more people who rate can help me get published in their magazine. Click the link below. Thanks!

http://www.teenink.com/raw/Heroes/article/78610/My-Grandfather/

Cat on a Vacuum

It was like a game of cat and mouse

Only it was cat and vacuum

A chase as they twirled around the house

Going swiftly around the room.

Spinning, whirling, twirling, round, and round

Trying to conquer the unbeatable mission

The black paw gave a powerful pound

As the act went on in demolition.

Flowers for Danielle

She walked out into a field of flowers that spelled Danielle,

Someone who passed away not too long ago - her friend,

The April shower made the green sweatshirt,

cling to her in the mess of tulips

she was in. One by one she cut them with scissors,

and then picked them up out of the dirt with a spoonula.

 

The flowers that were carried by the spoonula,

that were cut by the scissors,

and the arms of the woman carrying the tulips,

rested safely against the green sweatshirt.

The same flowers that represented her friend,

that would soon be placed gracefully by the tombstone named Danielle.

 

She placed the soaked green sweatshirt,

on the floor along with the dirt filled spoonula.

The basket by the door held the tulips,

for the deceased Danielle.

The person she called her friend,

the flowers for her cut by the scissors.

 

The muddy old scissors,

sat on the rug and the sweatshirt,

dripping on the floor, and her friends

flowers being held by the spoonula.

The one for Danielle,

whose favorite flowers were tulips.

 

She gathered the tulips.

Her back pocket safely held the scissors.

On the floor lay the forgotten green sweatshirt,

along with the dirty old spoonula.

She walked along the cobblestone path to her friend,

across the bridge to find the tombstone engraved Danielle.

 

Laying the flowers down for her friend,

on the memorial filled with tulips,

that she carried home with her spoonula.

The same tulips that were cut by the muddy scissors,

that now rest in her pocket, the wet green sweatshirt,

still lay forgotten on the floor, all of this for her beloved friend Danielle.

 

At home she washed the spoonula along with the scissors.

She thought about the tulips for her friend.

While washing the soaked green sweatshirt that was once Danielle’s.

I hate this assignment

I hate this assignment- it is impossible to write

I hate this assignment- it really is impossible to write

If only I had an idea, I would get it done before midnight

 

I wish I was creative, and then it would be a cinch

I wish I was creative, and then it would be a real cinch

I would write about the first thing that comes to mind and it would come together inch by inch

 

I will never get this done without a clue what to do

I will never get this done without a clue what to do

If I could get this done, I wouldn’t be so blue

 

This is really taking forever – I really need a plan

This is really taking forever – I really need a plan

Wait a minute this isn’t so hard, maybe I can.

Bluebird

Poet: Charles Bukowski

Poem’s Title: Bluebird

 

What is the structure of this poem?

There are four stanzas. There is no rhyming. The lines get longer and some lines are only one word

 

What are some key patterns you notice as you scan/ skim the poem?

There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out. Whores and cigarettes stood out.

 

New vocabulary words or definitions?

There are none

 

What is happening in this poem? Answer with as many verbs as possible.

Going, inhale, pour, singing, put, sleep, blow, see, and weep. Screw up, mess up, want, let

 

Who is the literary speaker? What is his or her attitude? Don’t use vague terms.

There is a mix attitude between positive and negative. Persona- he sleeps, it is hard for him to love. Something is keeping him down. He drinks (maybe a drunk.) He is an author. He smokes. He doesn’t weep.

 

What are the dominant images that appeal to the five senses? What emotions does the images evoke?

 

Bluebird    happiness

Singing      anger

Crying       sadness

Sleeping    depression

Whiskey

 

What is the poet’s attitude towards his or her subject?

 

The main attitude is depression or sadness. I also think the poet portrayed self-pride in this piece. Maybe the man is someone who doesn’t want to let his guard down in front of other people, but he feels burdened by it each day.

How does the author diction and employment of poetic devices to convey his or her attitude.

He uses repetition and some metaphors such as the blue bird.

 

 

You Are....

You are the indestructible bat mobile

the paperclip in my pocket holding together a two page book

You are the alarm clock on my dresser

And the answer to the crossword puzzle

You are the perfume in the bottle

And the cherry skittles in the candy dish

 

However, you are not the sour yellow skittles,

The sack of potatoes laying in the bottom of the ‘fridge

Or the fly buzzing around the room

There is just no way you are the fly buzzing around the room

 

It is possible that you are the shoulder that I lean on

Maybe even the legs that I stand on

But you are not even close

To being the mismatched socked on the dryer

 

And a quick look in the mirror will show

That you are neither the dusty books on the shelf

Nor the loser of a race

 

I might interest you to know,

Speaking of the plentiful imagery of the worlds,

That I am the red rose in the cluster of white

 

I also happen to be the mouse in the corner

The first snowflake of winter

And the breath of fresh air

 

I am also the question mark at the end of the page

And the exclamation point at the top

But don’t worry; I’m not the indestructible bat mobile

You will always be the indestructible bat mobile

Not to mention the paper clip that is somehow holding together the two-page book.

Together at Last

She was exposed to the elements as she closed the squeaking door behind her. Allie raised her face towards the moon which made it seemed as if everything else was dead. She looked at it for a long time- world to world- person to person- person to world. Even though it was a new year, a new season, she felt failed, like the sun or the stars. She knew what everyone said was true about how you never know when you’re in the right place at the right time. Was she? What was were purpose to still be here? At one point you realize if it’s true that everyone must fight alone. She thought about the million-dollar question for a while as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. For a minute everything else disappeared. She didn’t want to destroy his memories, she needed them- needed them like the sun needs the stars. The wind blew against her cool skin and for a moment it almost felt like they were together again.

Like a Candle in Wind

Like a Candle in The Wind

Elton John

 

 

And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind

Never fading with the sunset

When the rain set in

And your footsteps will always fall here

Along England's greenest hills

Your candles burned out long before

Your legend ever will

 

Goodbye England's rose

May you ever grow in our hearts

You were the grace that placed itself

Where lives were torn apart

Goodbye England's rose

From a country lost without your soul

Who'll miss the wings of your compassion

More than you'll ever know

 

And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind

Never fading with the sunset

When the rain set in

And you footsteps will always fall here

Along England's greenest hills

Your candles burned out long before

Your legend ever will

 

Lived your life like a candle in the wind

(Simile-Free and alive or maybe even fragile)

 

Your candle burned out long ago

(Metaphor- Someone died , it wasn’t an actual candle)

 

Goodbye England’s Rose

(Metaphor- a rose is beautiful.

 

Princess Diana was England’s beauty before she died.)

 

You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart.

(Metaphor- people loved her)

 

Who will miss the wings of your companion

(Metaphor- not actual wings, just presence, angle or bird.)

 

Your candle burned out long before you legend every will

 (Metaphor- it is not an actual candle. It is saying that even though she died, her memories still remain.

 

 

Marisa

When I was younger I didn’t appreciate my name. Why Marisa? Why spell it that way with one ‘s’ instead of the usual two? Why torture me? My name in Hebrew means bitter, but I am not bitter. I am everything but. Well, I wouldn’t go that far, I do tend to get a little frustrated at times. At school I am a sweet person. My motto is always ‘kill them with kindness.’ So why must I be stuck with a name that means bitter?

 

In Latin, my name means ‘of the sea.’ That doesn’t really make sense. What is of the sea?  Does it mean from the sea? I am not fish or part sand, so why must I be ‘of the sea?’ Am I chicken?  I like the beach. Beach sounds better than sea. When I think of sea, it reminds me of dark, cold, murky water. However, beach reminds me of sand, vacation, something nice. Even if my name did revert to that meaning, it wouldn’t be true - I am not Latin, or a fan of the sea.

 

My name in English sadly, has no significance whatsoever, however I got my Hebrew name from my great grandmother. My Hebrew name is Tovah. It means good.  Just good, not great.

 

I can choose from either bitter or good, nothing else. Why must I be stuck with such bad options? Oh that’s right, I had no choice. Not only am I stuck with such horrible name meanings, I am stuck with the spelling too.

 

 

For sixteen years I have had to go through teachers spelling my name wrong. Even when I tell them one day, then forget the next, so why bother? It’s like it’s such a difficult task to notice my name on tests. One ‘s’ and one ‘r’ – easy!

 

When I was little, I always used to go to amusement parks. Everywhere I looked, I would see name key chains and get so angry when nametags had to be specially made for me. That’s it! I am special!

 

As I got older, I began to appreciate my name more and more. What is so bad about people making things especially for me? Me- a normal person trying to live life, but with a few ‘special’ obstacles.

 

Most people say my name is different. It may be easier to spell it wrong than right, but in the end my name makes me happy. I have a beautiful name that is unique, just like me. It is not bitter. It is very sweet after all.

Eleanor Roosevelt

"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." - Eleanor Roosevelt

Wake Up, America!

When it comes to America, there are a lot of topics that need to be changed, whether they are education, taxes, or saving the environment. Go to any college and you will find a diverse group of people. Some are there for their hard work and dedication, while others are there for equality. The rule which everyone has a chance no matter his or her ethnicity. Is that really fair? Why should someone who has a 4.0 have to work hard just to get in good colleges while others who have half that get in with no problem? It’s not right for colleges to accept the uneducated or unhealthy just because they come from where they do. There is no point in letting them into the Equal Opportunity Fund if they are going to fail out anyway. Why waste the little money they do have just because colleges are money hungry. People should get into school for their effort and hard work.

Conserving energy, global warming, and pollution are all concerns about the environment. Sure if we forget to turn off the lights we wont see anything change the next day. I think that is why people don’t care. They don’t foresee the long-term effect. Carpooling- the word people hate for some reason. It is as if it is forbidden to carpool to work with someone who lives near you. Do people realize that the ice caps are melting because of this? Too much carbon dioxide results in holes in the ozone. This causes the ice caps to melt which creates floods. Pollution is another major cause of damaging the environment. Go to any trashcan in New York City and you will see garbage right around the actual can. Are people too lazy to put their trash into the can? Is it too much to ask?

Little improvements like this are what we need to make America a better place. We can’t move forward without improvements.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Post Traumatic Stress is a difficult thing to overcome. While fighting for you life in a war you deal with traumatizing experiences that you will carry with you throughout your life. While most turn to suicide, others turn to treatment such as therapy or medication.

While I do believe you should talk about your life experiences to overcome them, I don’t believe in medication.

 

Taking medication for something like this is s if you referring to them as mental. Why give a person drugs that isn’t delusional? There is no reason for that. How you ever experienced this? Most likely, you haven’t if you are prescribing the medicine. How can you prescribe medicine to them without even enduring what they endured? The answer Is you can’t. By saying their crazy and hand them medicine, does that help? No it just makes them more depressed. Does it make everything just vanish, or make them forget it?  A person could never forget something as traumatizing as that. No matter how many drugs you put in them. Though it might calm them down to help them cope with it, it doesn’t really solve anything. However, with therapy their thoughts are out in the open. Their feelings are put onto you so that you can understand them better. Isn’t it better to understand them then to label them as crazy?

Frenemy

Dear English,

I hate how you limit me. Why make us follow rules that no one likes? It’s like, do the laundry; make dinner; don’t forget to take the garbage out. Instead it’s make your thesis; state your avenues of approach; don’t forget your closing. Now that’s not really following the rules, is it? And those who don’t follow the rule, make history. Why not make history with them and write in your own style. I hate how everything about you has to be straight forward. “You can’t do this, or you can’t do that.” “How could you start a sentence with ‘and’?” Maybe I want to make a difference. Maybe I want to break the rules. Maybe I want to write for me and not for you. I detest the way English teachers put a book in front of your face and say, “Read it.” The only thing worse than writing an essay is being forced to read something just because it is on the curriculum. Books should be chosen by your personal interests. They should be a reflection of yourself and not how good you are. With your perfect sentence structure and your amazing reviews. That means nothing but words to me. And yet, and please note that yes I did start with ‘and’, you make me keep wanting to come back. I live for using my own rules, but the only way I can do this is by writing anything but an essay. Story writing- where the rules go as far as your imagination goes. Nothing counts, and yet it still manages to come out like a masterpiece. Why is that?  Earnest Hemingway wrote a complete story with only six words. Jamaica Kincaid wrote a story in only one sentence. This is what I like. This is what I remember, so thank you. I am loving this love hate relationship we have going on.

 

Sincerely,

Rule Breaker  

55 Word story- Life changes in a day

He walked along the sidewalk, glasses on his face, and books in his arms. Guys crowded him, knocking his books and glasses down. Taunting him as he looked for his glasses. Leaving him stranded after crushing them. Walking over, I bent down to help with his books. He smiled. The first friend he ever made.

Left Without a Trace

Caught in a daze

I watched as he sped away

A cloud of dust left behind

My feet were frozen to that place

The thought of that day always replays

I always thought he went astray

I realize now that he was unkind

Though i never did doubt in the back of my mind

He was surely a disgrace

A man who left without a trace

Though the years went by

My eyes became dry

No longer did i cry for that void

That memory was now destroyed

Life vs. Money?

If I had a choice to kill a living thing and get money, I wouldn’t do it. Money does not buy a person happiness. Sure if you receive one million, or even two it could benefit your life. What happens when they money is gone. All you I will have is the conscious of killing a person and minus two thousand dollars. Even if I was offered an infinite amount, I still have morality not to kill a life. This isn’t something that you can forget easily. I I did choose to kill this living thing, I would have to live with it through the rest of my life.

Take a look at the people around you. Some are strangers, some friends. Think about your mother, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles. How would you feel if they were fine one moment, but dropped dead the next? It wouldn’t be a good feeling, right? Now think about the stranger whom you don’t know. They have family too, even if it is just an innocent animal. Why should your life have more value than theirs?

September Presidential debate

http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/09/26/debate.mississippi.transcript/

I think Obama seemed to be dictating to everyone. It seemed like Obama was for the people who don't make a lot of money. Obama says that businesses should pay more taxes and people should pay less. 

McCain put down Obama and made him look stupid. He seemed to be mentioning Israel just to get the Jewish to vote. McCain seemed more at ease, but he was evasive. He was blaming regulatory agencies for our problems rather than the current administration-Bush-. It seems like McCain wants to cut taxes the most for rich people. A $5000.00 tax cut for most people won't pay for health care like McCain says it will. 

Neither candidate impressed me. They both seemed like liars and I don't trust either of them. 

McCain can say "Nuclear"--that was impressive-one step ahead of Bush!


The thing that surprised me the most was that McCain was complaining about all the trouble in America and how things need to be changed-because they're spending too much IN Washington DC and Bush is a Republican and so is he. He doesn't blame Bush for any of our problems! 

McCain also mentioned about Kennedy (democrat) being in the hospital tonight and then led into about how republicans and democrats were coming together to try to figure out our fiscal crises. McCain disappointed me about his statement about Kennedy being in the hospital to lead into how everyone was going to join together to fix the fiscal crises. It seemed phony!

 Obama talked about fixing health care and oil crises, but he didn't really say what his programs were. He was evasive. He talked about having to invest in energy but was not specific. 

There were also many quotes that stood out to me. They may not have any meaning to them, but they kept things interesting. 

McCain: "2/4 of July ago," (What does that mean?)



Obama: I have a bracelet too! (Jealous much?)



Obama and his lack to remember John's name..or was it Jim or Tom?


 

http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/09/26/debate.mississippi.transcript/

One great quotation by a great poet

"Be Not Afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

-William Shakespeare

My Chair

My chair stands insecurely on the ground, but evenly on my shoulders. It is discolored and worn due to elements attacking it everyday for 16 years. Though my chair only has three legs, that is all it needs; one for my mom, one for my sister, and one for me. The fourth leg fell off long ago maybe about seven or eight years ago. Some how through the years, that open cut where the chair leg use to lay, closed up. It healed with in time like most things do. I carried this chair through out my school days. One day through out each year was when my chair seemed the most heaviest and frail. Every father’s day it would wobble and tip, but like every other day, I kept a hold of it. As the days went by so did the years. It collected scratched and nicks for all those times I had been hurt throughout my life. With every new feeling came a new mark. As I got smarter, I got stronger. Each day I am able to hold my chair up higher, now knowing that it is no longer a burden, but a part of me. We have endured most challenging experiences, include the time I got lost in the museum, but then again how can somebody get lost if they have this big chair they are carrying. As spring turned to summer and fall turned to winter a new art of my chair was added. That empty space for a leg now held a short rod. Hopefully in time that rod can grow and become a part of my chair, even though it isn’t an actual leg. To any other person this chair would seem like garbage. A useless piece of wood destined for men in black boots and gloves to pick up. Still, it is my chair, and I will carry it anywhere.

Dear Diary

 

 

Dear Diary,

 

Now first of all, you might think why would a grown man have a diary? Why would any man have a diary for that matter? Well, after a long day of chauffeuring tourists around, I decided to pick you up at a local shop in India. Every family that I show around India is different. Though one family seemed different. The Das family isn’t your average family. Although they may look average with a husband, wife and three kids, they are far from it. As soon as the mother, Mina was out of the husband’s view, he turned to the child to ask her and called her by her first name. Though many people may not think much of this, but here in India we would never refer to someone’s parents as their first name in front of the child.

 I also couldn’t believe what she was wearing. She had a skirt! Indian women were not allowed to show skin and here Mrs. Das was showing off her legs. Although I see the common American do this every day, but I am still not used to it, as my wife covers up as much as she can whenever possible. 

Anyway, as we got in the car and started driving, we soon had to come to a stop. Hanuman, or as the Americans call them, monkeys were blocking our way. This is very common to see this sort of thing here, but for the average American who isn’t used to this, it all was amazing to them. They were taking pictures left and right while the children in the back laughed as the hanuman rolled off the front of the car. It really was a funny thing to see. As the monkey’s cleared the way, the kids settled down and we began driving again. 

I was intrigued about how many questions Mrs. Das was asking me. This is the first woman to ever show interest in my side job. Now your probably wonder what my other job is. Well, I help out a doctor to translate from Gujarati to Indian. My wife doesn’t ask me about it at all, for she doesn’t approve. It reminded her of the son she lost. So, whenever somebody asks her what I do, she says doctor’s assistance. It truly saddens me that she is not proud of my work, but I am glad that Mrs. Das is asking me about it at the same time. Much to my disappointment, the conversation came to an end and we were all left with silence.

 When i took a look in the rear view mirror of the car, I noticed something very strange. There was very little interaction between Mrs. Das and her children, and when there was, it wouldn’t always be in the nicest way. I didn’t think much of it or take time to think it through since we had found a roadside restaurant to eat lunch at. The lunch was delicious! This was one of my favorite places to eat. 

Once we had finished we all took a picture by a nearby tree to save the memory. Mr. Das took a picture and Mina and I, which I thought was nice of him. I was even more grateful when he asked for my address so he could send me the picture. Although I wrote it down quickly and handed it t him, I forgot to check it over, just incase I made that common mistake. I watched as mrs. Das put it in her knapsack thinking it would be safe there. 

Getting back into the car, I drove them to an acient temple built between 1243 AD and 1255AD. I explained it’s past to them, and they seemed interested in what I had to say. Walking along the temple, I noticed some topless statues. This was frowned upon in India. Why would they have topless statues in India? It never occurred to me before this. Maybe long ago they had different values then we do now. This is one thing I would never know. Well, maybe I could go to the nearest library, but with my two jobs I hardly have time for myself. This was my last stop for the day before I had to bring the Das family back to the hotel. 

We made small conversation as we traveled. I really didn’t want to see the Das family go. Especially Mrs. Das. Thankfully there was one more stop that Mr. Das wanted to go to. It was a quick drive. Once we got out more monkeys met us. It is very important not to feed them. Everyone wanted to go explore, but Mina. As a tour guide, I was forced to go with them, even though I secretly wanted to stay with Mrs. Das. She must have read my mind, because just as I was about to make my way, she told me to wait. I did as I was told and together we watched her son poke a monkey with a stick. She commented on how brave she was, but all I could think about was Mrs. Das and how beautiful she looked. It was the next sentence that took me out of my daze. She started talking about how he wasn’t Raj’s son. All I could think about was how a woman so great as her could cheat? 

I watched as she took out her puffed rice and threw some into her mouth. It took her a while to compose herself before she spoke. She told me about how she had gotten married really young and how she wasn’t in love with him anymore. This brought sadness to me, but also a little hope. She told me bout how terrible she feels looking at her children. This broke my heart. No mother should have that feeling about her children. I then asked her something, I now regret. I asked her if what she was feeling was pain or guilt. This had clearly angered her. She walked away from me. I watched her walk away unknowingly dropping pieces of puffed rice as she ate them out of her bag. I wonder if I should have warned her about the monkeys eating the puffed rice she was trailing behind. 

As she got closer to her husband we noticed that one of her sons was missing, Bobby. I looked frantically around, but couldn’t see him anywhere. All of our heads turned to a screaming noise. It was then that I knew it was Bobby. You should have seen this poor kid. It was a horrible site to see. Monkeys had surrounded him. I didn’t know to do. My feet were frozen to the ground. A minute went by before I picked up the near by branch and shooed them away. Thankfully Bobby was fine. 

I watched as Mrs. Das hugged her son and reached for a hairbrush out of her knapsack. As she took out the hairbrush, the piece of paper with my address blew away into the wind. No one but me noticed and I wasn’t about to make a big deal about it. I guess this all traces back to if you do something your not supposed to, whether it’s cheating, or feeding the monkeys, something bad is going to come out of it. I now realize that some things are meant to be and some just aren’t. Live your life the way you want to and if something good comes your way, then so be it.

Thanks for listening,

Kapasi

Take a Look at Yourself

Take a look at yourself

The sun is shinning down

Take a look at yourself

I’ll make you burn

Take a look at yourself

You will never know

Take a look at yourself

What happens if in a moment everything is gone?

Take a look at yourself

I won’t hesitate

No, I wont take a look at myself

I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down

Now, I’ll take a look at myself

For I don’t give up

Now I’ll take a look at myself

I’ve changed

Some forever, not for better

When push comes to shove

The mirror finally breaks

People couldn’t believe what I’ve become

Movie- Baby Mama

Last weekend I watched Baby Mama for the second time and let me just say, everyone should watch it. This movie is definitely for comedy lovers. You will be laughing through the whole movie. Tina Fey and Amy Pohler work great together. The differences they have in the movie complement each other very well. They start off on a shaky start, but eventually learn to be friends.

Though some say Tina's acting skills didn't fit her character, but I think differently. Her acting skills were perfect in this movie. I don't know why anyone would think otherwise. The characteristic of her person was to be up-tight and that was just what she portrayed. Although her characteristics slightly change throughout the movie, she stays close to her original persona. This is a must see movie and should not be avoided!