Friday, 6 December 2013

Guest Post: Hannah J!!


The Hunger Games – Why the World Became Obsessed With a Book about Teens Murdering Each Other

By Hannah J


Hannah J is a part-time blogger and full-time bibliophile, as well as student, chocoholic and self-confessed (and proud!) grammar nerd. Her book obsession and geeky grammar love aside, Hannah is known for her witch-like cackle, her “surplus of personality” and her very, very weird dreams. She can be found at her usual blogging abode,Perfect Companions Have Pages and Prose, where she recommends and reviews the books she loves, posts favourite songs and recipes, and offers advice and opportunities for discussion on the art of fiction writing.

Whilst some people may refer to the prospect of children being put in an arena and forced to fight to the death on national television as “twisted”, “horrible”, even “sick”, there’s no denying the fact that it is one of the most popular YA series of the 21st century – dare I say, ever? I don’t think many people would argue when I say that theKatniss/Peeta/Gale love triangle blew a certain human/vampire/werewolf trio out of the water – or at least, out of the headlines. With the release of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire movie just a few weeks ago, the characters (and by extension, the actors that play them) and the story are under more scrutiny than ever. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who hadn’t at least heard of this fictional phenomenon. At times, it can even feel like the story is being shoved down our throats (as much as we love it, of course.) I can’t imagine how J-Law and Josh must feel.
But why did The Hunger Games have such huge crossover appeal? What is it about District 12 that draws us in? Why do we fall in love with Peeta/Gale/Finnick (Team Peeta, everyone, just sayin’)? And what is it about Katniss Everdeen, The Girl on Fire, that makes her such an easy heroine to root for? In short, what makes a world-wide bestseller?
In “the Big 3” YA bestsellers* (Harry Potter, Twilight and The Hunger Games), the protagonists – young, naïve, but brave – have to face almost impossible odds. (Yes, yes, I’ll quote that wonderfully ironic line that everyone knows: “Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour.”) Harry, a neglected orphan, has to defeat Voldemort, evil wizard extraordinaire. Bella falls in love with theimmortal, fanged-but-beautiful Edward Cullen**, someone with whom a future just isn’t viable. Katniss, our heroine, has to face the arena, where 23 other tributes are going to be pitted against her. The irony of the hunted hunter. And let’s not forget her having to deal with a certain baker’s son…
The abundance of fast-paced action, interspersed with slower, romantic scenes, keeps us glued to the pages and on the edge of our seats. We love The Hunger Games because it isexciting. The stakes are high, the rewards hefty, theconsequences grave. If we look away for just one second, who knows what might happen? The next sentence could just as easily bring triumph as it could bring tragedy. And we readers love that.
Next, what would a book be without its cast of characters? Contrary to what one initially may think, characters are of equal importance – sometimes even more – to the plot. Take a moment to remember your favourite book, that one that you reread every year. Would you still love it so much if the main character was a perfect little wuss, or a stuck up, annoying brat?
No matter how good the plot, chances are you would not. If you’re going to effectively live inside someone’s head for 500 pages or more, you need to like them. In The Hunger Games,Katniss volunteers to take part in a bloodbath to spare her little sister, Prim, knowing full well that her chances of coming out alive again are slimto say the least. This means we immediately respect her for her family loyalty and self-sacrifice. Her flaws, such as her lack of trust and impatience, are forgivable, because we understand why she is this way, and her courage more than makes up for a bit of snippiness.Collins creates a character everyone can comprehend and sympathise with, and if we can sympathise with someone, we root for them. We are emotionally invested. This is what you want to do, in any genre, for any gender or age group, your goal as the author should be to get the reader to care so much, that if the protagonist doesn’t achieve their goal, we are so upset we hurl the book at the wall. *cough* Not that I’ve everdone anything like that… ;)
Now we have come to the final aspect of a bestseller. Using the other two, you will write a good book. But what makes a good book stand out among all the other good books, what makes a good book a memorable book, is this: Combine an original, different plot and setting*** with familiar themes,motives and morals. (Even this will not guarantee a bestseller nothing will –but it is a good rule of thumb which can certainly help.)
Let’s look at PanemNothing like it exists today, but it’s still believable. Human beings are capable of some real atrocities, as we know from recent and ancient history. I, for one, can clearly see a tyrannical autocrat like President Snow implementing a regime not so different from The Hunger Games. This is part of the fear factor, another reason for The Hunger Game’s massive cross over appeal. It is new and different enough to provide escapism to another world, without being so foreign and outlandish that we feel totally lost, or worse, cannot believe it. In short, it could happen.And while none of us can say we’ve been put in an arena to fight to the death, we’ve all experienced the driving emotions, the motives, that make Katniss volunteer. We know love, and anger, and loss. We know sadness, fear, vengefulness. We know what it is to be human. And what we don’t know, we can imagine, because we are human. We (hopefully) don’t know what it is to be oppressed under an unfair and terrifying regime, but we do know what it’s like to want to protect those we love. Thus, when we read The Hunger Games, we feel what Katniss feels. We live the journey, fight the battles, fallin love with each turn of the page. We get to the end and sigh with both sadness and relief (and if you’re me, turn right back to the first page so you can experience it all over again, this time noticing all the clever foreshadowing.) We’ve been through it all right by the character’s side.
And that, my friends, is the mark of a book worth reading.

Thank you, Anya, for having me on your blog! I’ve loved being here with you all. Hopefully you’ll come visit me over at Perfect Companions Have Pages and Prose (which will resume in February due to personal reasons) sometime, and I hope I’ve given you a little something to think about. As for you, do you love or loathe The Hunger Games? Please leave your thoughts in the comments. Ciao!

*These are by no means the only YAs to make the bestseller list. I wouldn’t even call them the best of YA, necessarily. There are plenty of amazingly talented lesser-known YA authors who, in my opinion, deserve more time in the spotlight. But that, my friends, is a topic for another post.
**May I just say that personally, I do not like Edward. But for the purpose of this guest post, we need to put that aside because the point is that Bella does. Really though, watching her sleep? Slinking, uninvited, into her bedroom? In the dead of night? Seriously, dude?*shudder*
*** Depending on your genre, “different” will mean, well, different things. A fantasy or dystopia setting can get more diverse and peculiar than a regular-world setting for a non-paranormal story. Use your judgement.

Blogger Challenge!

Hey everyone!

I am really excited about taking part in 2014 blogger challenge! It seems like a great idea, as the topics will be provided and I think I'll get comparatively more views..(:
It is hosted my Gaby, you can visit her  awesome blog on

www.anothergirlyblg.blogspot.com

Anyone can take part, and I think every blogger must! (:


Love,
Anya

Thursday, 21 November 2013

A Question..

I haven't written at all since a long time!

I'll type and upload my next chapter, but only if I get atleast 5 requests to do so..
So, is anyone interested? If yes please tell me so, either in the comments or e-mail me at annanyapriyadarshini@gmail.com

Thanks,
Love,
Anya

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

My first Chapter..:)

I decided to upload the Chapter 1 of my upcoming novel...
So, here it is!:)


CHAPTER 1
Why is she looking at me?” I thought as I glanced at the girl sitting in front of me, just across the table. Does she think Im weird?”,
 “No, youre not weird Omorfias voice popped up in my head. I am starting to get annoyed, “Can I think peacefully for a while”, I asked with sarcasm. Before she could answer I said that there ought to be some things in my life that she has nothing to do with!, 
"But were best friends arent we?” she sounds upset, 
Its difficult to accept the fact that I have an imaginary best friend!”,
 “Oh! Ive told you million times I am not imaginary!”
I cant decide if I dont know” I say, I wait for an answer but I dont get it, my attention goes back to that girl. Shes different, but I cant seem to figure out how?. She has red hair and startling green eyes, they look even more startling because of her hair. My blonde hair seem dull in front of her flaring red. Though I like my eyes color as much as I like her green ones. She sees me looking at her and smiles at me, I smile back. 
You are here for?” she asks,
 “me? I am here for an interview” 
Me too” she smiles
No ones with you?” she inquires,
 “No I live with my aunt and shes away for some work for three weeks”
What about you?” I ask curiously,
 she sighs “I am an orphan and I earn for my living myself”. I am startled
 How do you earn for yourself at 15?”
Just one or two part time jobs?”. I resist myself to ask any further questions. I am amazed by how open I am with her, I dont usually talk to strangers, or atleast not this much.
"Why do you live with your Aunt?”
, I take a deep breath, “My mom died when I was born and my dad didnt want to take my responsibility, so I ended up here with my mothers sister, my aunt Rebecca. 


Aunt Rebecca says everyone has their own vibes a kind of aura around them and this girl seems to have a warmness around her. She has a black folder on her lap
, “Whats that?” I ask curiously, 
Just some certificates”.
Mind if I see them?” I ask. She slides the folder across the table laughing, “Whats funny?” I ask, “Well, I think youre really polite”
Whats wrong in being polite”
No, there is nothing wrong in it, its just that Ive come across pretty rough people too so, you seem really sweet”.
I see the certificates, they read Belinda Stone,Youve won essay writing, poetry writing, swimming and four more competitions, you are really talented!”,
She shook her head, “Not enough..”
For what?”
For conscience of all educationists, I am on scholarship but I am afraid these wont be enough”, “I hope they are” I add. 

I hear footsteps behind me, “Ihana Miller?” a sweet looking lady appeared before me, “Yes?”
Miss Dupont is calling you”. I stood up straightening my skirt, “All the best” Belinda said, “Thanks”.
Ms. Dupont raised her head as she closed the cap of her pen, 
So, youre Ihana?”,
 “Yes maam”
First of all, tell me why do you want to join St. Johns High School?”,
 “Maam, there are three reasons one because its an all girls school, second its highly reputed and third the most important to me that, Miss Derry the piano teacher is the best piano teacher in the city”
So, you have an immense interest in piano, I see” she said her eyes twinkling behind the glasses. “Y-Yes” I stammered realizing Id spoken a bit too much. I started fidgeting with my fingers with downcast eyes. She asked a few more questions about poets and authors that I answered, and then asked me to go. As I approached the door she said “Wont you like to know if youre selected or not?”. How could I forget that? I look at her expecting ananswer, “Of course you are” she said looking amused. I left the cabin after thanking her.

How did it go? she asks smiling, I got selected I say, You could show some excitement, I smiled half-heartedly I just wish Aunt Rebecca was hereWell, if you want to share your joy, Im here, I look in her eyes, which are warm and friendlyI know but, weve just metBut, I have a gut feeling that were going to know each other for a long time she said emphasizing the longI hope so. Before she could answer the receptionist came, Belinda Stone?Im supposed to go to Ms. Dupont, right?, the receptionist nodded. Ill be back soon, she said winking at me. I took my iPod out of my sling bag and turned it on. I keep getting that part wrong I said listening to a symphony I was trying to play on piano yesterday. Did you get through Omorfia sounded drowsy, Yes, but where were you?Hello!, I was tired I needed some sleep! she said comically, it sounded funny, I laughed out loud and then glanced around if anyone saw me but to my relief nobody did. I kept talking to Omorfia for a long time and then, the door opened. Belinda came out, half smiling,what happened? I asked, You seem worried,You got selected, didnt you I asked hopefully.Yeah, I did, but... her voice trailed off as she swallowed the lump in her throat, my fear turned true, I got only half scholarship. I was dumbfound, your achievements werent enough? I asked, No she said with downcast eyes. Now, how am I supposed to pay my school fees and my rent both? she seemed terribly worried. Well, I have an idea.. I said, What is it? her face lit up a bit. Come on, lets go to a cafe I am hungry! I said. Fine”.
As we stepped out of the gate we basked in the beauty of the huge building with the sun behind, this was going to be our school for the next few years.
Everythings going to fine, isnt it? she asked looking miserable, Yeah, as far as we stick by each other I said warmly.

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

NaNo fever!

Hey everyone!

Today I got to know in suffering from a kind of fever, which fever?
NaNoWriMo fever! I have been trying to get on with my story, and I think the plot is going pretty well!
As we went for breakfast, when we were coming back I inserted the 'Red' by Taylor Swift (Deluxe edition) I scrolled the track to Come back...Be Here, I wanted to listen to the song some times as Emma mentioned that it was  her favourite.. So, I'd been humming the song all day!

While I was humming it in the afternoon, I realised  I am singing a word wrong..!
I was singing-

"This is when the story sinks in"
I sang story instead of feeling!!:D

So,
Conclusion- I am I infected with NaNo fever!

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Happy Diwali!

Happy Diwali!!
For all who dosen't know what Diwali is, here's a little explanation-

When Lord Ram returned to his kingdom after being in an exile for 14 years and then winning a battle over an evil king Ravan to rescue his wife Sita ji. When he returned to his home the villagers lit up diyas in his welcome to light up the whole village.

Nowadays besides diyas , electric lights, candles etc. are also lighted. Fire crackers are sold like hot cakes, but I and my family are going to elevate Eco-friendly Diwali without any fire crackers! :)

Now about NaNoWriMo, as this my first NaNo my expected word count is only 10,000. Despite this I have to work really really hard to fulfil it . Wish me luck!! (;

Thursday, 31 October 2013

My to-be-read list!

I read many to be read lists on various blogs, I think they have a bit more time than me that's why lists were longer:)

- Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
- Catching fire by Suzzane Collins
- Hamlet by Shakespere
- The God of small things by Arundhati Roy
- Malory Towers (book1-6) by Enid Blyton (I'll never be too old for that)
- room by Emma Donoghue (almost finished:))

These are the books in my shelf waiting to be read...
I hope I'll read them soon!(;

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

My first NaNoWriMo!

Hey!!
I am participating in NaNoWriMo for the first time! I have got inspired from my wonderful fellow bloggers- Seana, July, Emma, Amy and lots more..
So, this is a story, well, kind of that I'm trying to write I'm putting up some of it here to get comments and criticism. Please, I really need everyone's opinion!

Why is she looking at me? Does she thinks that I'm weird? " No, you're not!" Omorfia's voice popped up in my head. "Could you let me think?" I shout in my head, " there ought to be some things only I know about!". "But we're best friends, aren't we?" she sounds upset. I'm more upset than her, right now, "yeah, I must be the only one who has an imaginary best friend, to whom I can talk inside my mind and see her only in my dreams!". "I've told you million times I am not imaginary!" she shouts,
"I don't know" I wait for her reply but I don't hear anything, my attention goes back to that girl. There's something different about her, she has nice vibes as my aunt says. "Everyone has their own vibes, that depends on their character. She is pretty with reddish brown hair and green eyes, her eyes look startlingly different because of the unique colour combination of her eyes and hair.

What do you think?
I need a visual for knowing my character, so I chose this one!

Friday, 25 October 2013

Random Fridays : costumes


So, this thing is originally started by Emma-
http://bookworm716.blogspot.in/2013/10/random-friday-costumes.html?m=1

This week's about costumes!!
And every girl is a fashion lover! I am no exception...

To start like Emma I love masks too!
These are the ones my sister and her husband bought from Italy!!


 I think I have a special corner for gowns, I think they are amazing!!


Being an Indian, I love our traditional outfits....


So,
I guess I love everything flowing...!!
Let me know your choices :)


Monday, 21 October 2013

Virasat: Afro-Asia's biggest cultural Fest

Virasat which means Heritage is a way through which "Reach" an NGO is helping out cultural heritage survive today's modern world.. From dances and Music to art of making pottery Virasat covers all of our culture..
I am proud of my Uncle- Mr. Lokesh Ohri who is the main organiser of the event!
We visit Virasat everytime.. Yesterday it was a family outing with my friend Anjali!
I bought things like a kurta, a small wodden box with a golden butterfly on it and the book I intend to read "Hamlet" by William Shakespere. We ate lots of things too from Pau Bhaji and Gol Gappe to Spring Roles!

There was a performance by Swanand Kirkire, an eminent lyricist of India who has gave hits like Ala Barfi, Behti Hawa Sa etc. it was a treat to ears to listen to him as he is a singer too!
There was a performance by Jasleen  Kaur who came on India's got Talent, indeed she is talented!
She sang in an Mtv music video, the song was in Punjabi..
I enjoyed the company of my little cousins! My 9 year old cousin Vinayak and I found chances and escaped to the bookstall, everyone kept calling us!:D

It was a wonderful experience for me!
 Swanand Kirkire performing
Credits for pic- Vinayak
 An Overview
One of the stalls

Friday, 18 October 2013

Random Fridays



Haunted- Taylor Swift
I love this song! Tay is awesome!


Love will remember- Selena Gomez
She wrote it for Justin..


Gotta be you- One Direction
Harry's voice is so...no words to express!!

Long Live- Taylor Swift
This sons is beautiful..
Specially the line "for a moment a band of thieves with ripped off jeans got to rule...the world!

The Other Side of the door
Another one by Taylor! It's beautiful!!

I guess that's all
Love,
Anya

Thursday, 17 October 2013

All about Religions..

                      All about religions...

I am a Hindu by religion but I recently bough a Quran (holy books of Muslims) I was convinced of converting to Islam, but still practice Hinduism. I wanted to be a Christian from a long time ago too.
I found the term "multi denominational" in religion. 
There is no religion which preaches violence...Is there? There are instances of Gods preaching violence in every religion, but if studied deeply the action is need of the hour.

One religion preaches idol worship while the other condemns but no matter what all religions preach love, kindness and faith..
So I've decided to be a multi denominational person in terms of religion.
In case anyone wonders why I didn't use the word polytheist, because it means a person who beleives in many Gods while I believe in many religions.

The Oblivious Leaf..: a poem

So, this is the poem I wrote yesterday with landscapes of autum in my mind..
I used personification, as I reffered to the leaf as him.,
Comment if you visited.. (: and follow my blog if you liked!:D

The Oblivious Leaf..

My gaze fell upon a tree
I eyed it with awe...
Adorned with autum leaves
It was the most beautiful tree I ever saw!

I sat all by myself
Enjoyed its beauty and adored it
I liked it as a whole
As well as it's every bit

Various shades of yellow and orange
I saw in a leaf..
A breeze detached him from the tree
He parted with grief..:(

I bent down
And picked him up in my hand
He sobbed,
"Leave now was the tree's command!

I'm a part of tree's family
I'm not a piece of waste..!
Why did I had to depart from all of it
In such a haste?

 I was a member of the family
I'm like the other leaves...
We shared the tree's love
And all our beliefs

No one wants my company anymore,
That's what I found"
"I do" I said,
And kept him in my book all safe and sound!

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

A sketch..

Hey,
I thought I should share this sketch or a cartoon with my friends..
Please tell me what do you think
P.S. I made it!

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

A New Faith..

Hey...
I wanted to write about this as soon as I got home but we went for lunch and then for a drive..
So, today I became a Muslim officially...:) I am a multi denominational person now though I was earlier too I made it official today!!I believe in Hinduism and Islam both.. We have to just recite a kalma(a few lines) but with full faith to convert to Islam.

There are so many things I have to learn Hadis(rules and some verses one has to recite before starting or after finishing a task) like the one to recite before eating is-
"Bilmillahi wa 'ala barakatillah' meaning 'In the name of Allah and in the blessing of Allah'

I'll keep fast (roze) it is daunting but with faith any task can be completed. We have to wake up before sunrise and eat food, food prepared is a wide menu with various delicious dishes, but then one has to stay hungry and thirsty throughout the day [sounds tough, right?]
We have to offer namaz five times a day as per the ruled though, people do miss once or twice!
I'll learn how to offer namaz day after tomorrow.

Now time to give credit..Sadaf my friend who practices Islam herself taught me the rituals and recited the verses and I followed her..Tomorrow is Eid so Eid mubarak that means Happy Eid

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Flowers......

Flowers

  by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)


 

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

 

Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
As astrologers and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars, which they beheld.

 

Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,
God hath written in those stars above;
But not less in the bright flowerets under us
Stands the revelation of his love.

 

Bright and glorious is that revelation,
Written all over this great world of ours;
Making evident our own creation,
In these stars of earth, these golden flowers.

 

And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing,
Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part
Of the self-same, universal being,
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.

 

Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining,
Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day,
Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining,
Buds that open only to decay;

 

Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues,
Flaunting gayly in the golden light;
Large desires, with most uncertain issues,
Tender wishes, blossoming at night!


These in flowers and men are more than seeming;
Workings are they of the self-same powers,
Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming,
Seeth in himself and in the flowers.

 

Everywhere about us are they glowing,
Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born;
Others, their blue eyes with tears o'er-flowing,
Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn;

 

Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing,
And in Summer's green-emblazoned field,
But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing,
In the centre of his brazen shield;

 

Not alone in meadows and green alleys,
On the mountain-top, and by the brink
Of sequestered pools in woodland valleys,
Where the slaves of nature stoop to drink;

 

Not alone in her vast dome of glory,
Not on graves of bird and beast alone,
But in old cathedrals, high and hoary,
On the tombs of heroes, carved in stone;

 

In the cottage of the rudest peasant,
In ancestral homes, whose crumbling towers,
Speaking of the Past unto the Present,
Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers;

 

In all places, then, and in all seasons,
Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings,
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons,
How akin they are to human things.

 

And with childlike, credulous affection
We behold their tender buds expand;
Emblems of our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land