I Am Issa

Like a few lucky kids, I grew up hearing stories from mom – whenever she was in the mood to tell tales – real or not. Now that I’m far and well, I should admit, a grown-up, I suit myself with audio books or excerpts available online. To spice up my domestic chores, I listened

Bobby Fischer Against the World is an insightful look at the life of a chess genius. As they always say, talent is one thing, deliberate practice is another. Bobby has both. Son of a brilliant woman, Regina, he had the make-up of a genius that manifested through the superior battle of the minds- chess. Bobby’s

Skeeter, a white American raised by a black nanny during the 1960′s Civil Rights movement, decides to feature the stories of American-African housemaids – their sorrows and hardships as they daily serve the white families. She comes up with a book, The Help, in which “colored” housekeepers reveal their grievances. If you think the plot

Flushed with fever, red-hot cheeks, mouth filled with oranges every hour. I savored the light emitted by my laptop’s screen. Every sick person is a grouch, so here are the DON’T’S I learned from Lizzy. Perhaps more will come if I get sicker. (Note: Lizzy is Elizabeth Bennet, the main character in Pride and Prejudice by

Cheerleader: You know what Bill, I’m sorry. Bill: Don’t worry. (pause) You only have 3 minutes and 26 seconds (pause) left in heaven. -Another Scene- Bill: What’s it like being pretty? Cheerleader: I don’t know. Like… this is the only way I’ve ever looked. Bill: I think people treat you nicer when you’re pretty. Cheerleader:

Igor wants nothing but enjoy a life of financial freedom with his wife, Ewa, whom he’d destroy worlds for. He simply wants to build a home with her in Baikal lake- undisturbed, unperturbed. Yet the arduous path he had to go through transformed him into an “evil one” in the eyes of his angel, Ewa.

I forgot to be amazed. I’m sure that’s the reason I get bored. But on board Nautilus, who can ever know ennui? Not me, probably. My daily commute is spiced up by Jules Verne’s company.  Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, translated from French Vingt mille lieues sous les mers always overwhelms me with indescribable pleasure.