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Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Adapted in a 1939 Movie Wizard of Oz

Books are a crucial part of active entertainment. By active I mean, along with our sensory stimulation we are taken into a new realm of our own imagination. The diversity in the imagining the characters adds to the beauty of it. It is totally up to the reader how he comprehends the situation given in the book and how he feels about the character. Although a writer chooses to give a generalized perspective, the difference in the outlook of readers makes its taste assorted. Books describe scenes by the way of detailing. The details actually provide the actual feel of the scene, to me, this must be the most difficult part of writing a book. Coming over to the book, the book never seemed off-beat to me. Impeccable characterization with immaculate detailing and strong plot can be attributed to the success of the book. Also, the Victor Fleming-directed film “The Wizard of Oz” has been successful in portraying the story on the screen (Twiddy, David, 2009) . But there are some changes done ...
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Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon

Action movies have a huge fanbase. The popularity of action movies like those of Wuxia Films can be attributed to their peculiarity in the action genre. These films contain action related to a particular, less-screened field of martial arts. Although the popularity of these movies is growing daily, the case of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon is different. It is a case of counter flow which can be defined as the special case of media flow from east to west against its prevailing opposite direction (Wu, Huaiting. Chan, Joseph M. 195-217). The difference between this movie and other action movies is that it is a joint venture of China Film Co-Productions Corporation ,  Columbia Pictures Film Production Asia , Edko Films,  Good Machine International , and Zoom Hunt Productions. This along with its storyline borrowed from a Chinese novel Wang Dulu and multiple screen releases across the globe can be attributed to its success. A great fix was done to the gender role of charact...
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The Last Note

Have you ever seen a butcher slicing a steak? Do you think it is possible that it feels pain when cut, like the living do? Sounds like a vague question, doesn’t it? The dead don’t feel anything, be it pain or any other emotion, right? But wait! We never really asked those pieces, did we? What if they do feel everything but aren’t able to convey that to us. Or may be we aren’t just good enough to be able to listen! Two months back I hadn’t a faintest idea that one day I could be lying motionless inside a small, suffocating chamber called coffin, wearing not my colourful clothes and valuable accessories, wrapped inside a plain white cloth instead. The relation that pain bore with death wasn’t known to me at that time. I was so busy making my life work that I’d see no end to it. I was living in a bubble and the fact that death is the ultimate destiny for everyone alive was not more than a bizarre idea to me at that time. But here I am now, a prisoner of death and there is no going back. ...
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The Dream

The airport is the most interesting part of my life. Of course, the jetlag was the second, just kidding! Reaching the waiting hall always seemed an accomplishment, because there, I was able to interact with people. The people who didn’t know me and to whom I introduced myself as an artist. The actual fact is that I am a scientist and l hated the impression that people got from that introduction. Seating myself comfortably on the chair and just observing the movement of aircraft on the runway and the taxiway, I was lost for a moment. A beautiful lady came and asked for my permission to which I replied affirmatively. She seemed young, almost in her mid-twenties. She had large luggage with her which was quite unusual as a handbag would not have rung any bells. She moved her trolley forward towards me and said, “Excuse me, can you take care of it until I help my mother to get up to here”. I agreed. I don’t know why I reacted like that, “This could be anything, it could be a bomb, you idio...
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The Donor

Everyone is mean. There is nothing like a good or a bad heart. It is just mean or meaner. This was my ideology until now. Though the idea had not changed but was just clinging off the edge. My life was just like others, some were dead and some were dying to live. My aspiration for a better life vanished with the onset of adolescence. I have no respect for the life and I don’t bother to regret it. I perceived the world as a hell where I should be able to save myself as far as possible to get the punishment as little as possible. I never planned for my life, I lived it in the savagery of passing time. But the time has just turned the tide and I began to realize that my life might come to an end. I had no regrets of losing my last breath, but a strange feeling just embarked into my head. I never had a feeling of empathy or affection towards anyone. I never cherished the beauty of the nature, but I always thought of passing the moment with soar or a bitter taste. Waiting for the doct...
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Thirsty waters

My head was heavy, i can't breathe easily & everything looked blurred. A fade impression of a man standing in front with an old book in his hands and was about to flip the page he seemed to be reading. I think my head was also hurting. I wanted to speak to check my energy level but all in vain i can't make the words to flow out of my mouth. I was desperate to speak and convey my massage, but nothing helped me to accomplish it. Therefore i was laying on the bed like a passive spectator, and i started to accept it. As i lay there trying to have a clear view since limb movement was not possible. I made myself to focus on the blurred image, slowly i began to realise the situation. Actually according to my perception i was lying on the bed, the door fanlight had some number written in the middle. The white surroundings made me realise that i was admitted in a hospital. I can't remember the cause for which i was lying there. Feeling tired of focusing on things my eyes slow...
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