Loveplank.

Just sign here on the dotted line
Just say you'll be here,there and...mine
You'll be my fairy godmother for the rest of time
You'll hold my hand as I walk the line
Just be my girl, just be my girl


But my siganture will change in time
I'll break all the rules and owe all the fines
I can't make magic, but damn I'm tryin
You'll walk the plank when I'll be fine


My eyes are glazed, my heart is caught
I know I know that your love can't be bought
Throw all the diamonds to the sea, cut all the ties
Just lay with me and watch the december skies
please be my girl, be my girl


You are not blind, your eyes are only shut
I'm leaving now, these ropes are cut
Im leaping in after the jewels off this creaking wood
I started to feel so I'm gone for good

I loved you once. I loved you never
It's only the ropes that kept this illusion together
Sail away from me honey,
This was never us.

you say that you love me,why don't you fuck off?

a modern job

I am drowning in a vision of hungry people

Music beating, banging off every wall

Screaming tonsils, in each blink..

wait,want,wail for

liquid.

The bar is vibrating,

I wait for it to crack,

in an earthquake filled with confused people,

who have been fooled into thinking this can be a short sweet escape

..and swallow each and every person.

I have nothing but my shirt and jeans

I am in a bad dream that life has brought me to this

slaving and trading my minutes

for working for the big man. head office.

wearing my skin out, muscles aching to each and every ligament

Sambuca fingers will serve you next but

somewhere behind me the clock is ticking

ticking

ticking

get out of here.

Routine sickens me...but the same faces worn in and out

of these walls, for paper.

I look at him in suit and say

"Fuck my life, it's traded for yours."

Ode to Stoke.

Clusters of noise, swamps of shopping bags

Descending in ages which are cross breeding and interacting

Violently

Thieves picking the crowds’ pockets

To find dust and giros

McDonalds is at war. Ravenous, clumsy middle aged something

People screaming at napkins through passing elderly...

Who stopped for a latte and lost Costa a while back

Huddling youth, randy under milkshakes and fries

And of course

That fucking screaming baby

Whose mother is outside dealing to the owner of pound land.

Through the littered alleyways, just past weather spoons

Next door but one is sleeping with the man who impregnated her daughter

But don’t panic

Jeremy Kyle has been contacted.

The Issue man is under threat again

Beside where Woolworths used to be

Which is now the home

To worn out mothers where their children

Go to Playcare

Whilst they stand in a cloud of smoke, wondering..

What to have for tea.

The bus shelter leaks havoc

And homeless

The last place in the world, I am

Here

Crammed next to miss thirteen

Turned thirty blowjobs, with a new mobile

Who can’t stop talking on it to the ex

Who can’t stop having sex with her mate Katie.

But God bless Stoke on Trent

Incestuous, glorious town

I love you still.

Something old out of the journal.

In the shadows of our minds

Lays a delerium

We run screaming from our problems

Which are like heavy footed rumplestiltskins

Do we conjure hope in our wakening

For brighter sun?

Or a new scapegoat to run with

I'm unsure

We sleep to forget that the walls are caving

Only to wake up crushed, drowned in truth

We are not unseeing

Our eyes are only closed.

In memory.

Freedom is a way out of skin

A spirit that lives;not dies

You will see him in the sky at night

You will see him in your eyes

Watch the diamonds dot the sky

Feel the wind rush through your hair

Laugh not cry to celebrate

A father who is always there.

Dedicated to John Clint Bryan.

All that Jazz

Come dance with me boy with blues

Under the fake neon light, star night

Warmth like hell entwines us

In a dusty small karoake bar

A misty blue sky covering the night

Right now the only thought I have is you

And you, always

Had to fight for some causes

That only you knew so fuck that

And fuck you and all that jazz and Hassle

I just went through for you

And I no longer know what is true

Or what the fuck to do

So leave it now and put down your fight

And dance with me, Boy with blues

Under the fake neon light, star night!.

Shapes and colours. Drafts

Crazy life, Life in Turmoil,

Life in bubblewrap, Life in Tinfoil,

Life in one perspective, Life In another,

Life spent with a sister, Life spent with a brother,

Juxtaposed Life, Life with a friend,

Life knowing life will come to an end,

Life half empty, Life half full,

Life not knowing death could be so cruel,

A Life in shadows, A Life in sun,

A life with a person who tells you its only begun.

The important thing is this: to be able to at any moment sacrifice what we are for who we could become.
-charles du bos

Time to make the last appeal.

A surge of difference is inside me.

What happens to the broken hearted?

I can't tell you but I can make a good guess.

Well the answer is: everything.

This town feels colder and the crowds of people seems so much heavier..

The angel on my shoulder has dissapeared

and every moment seems harder but somewhere inside me,

a voice shouts that the light at the end of the tunnel

will get brighter.

I'm standing down, my dreams need not tell me anymore.

Change and humanity.

Change is when the problems start

Change is when the family parts

We hate it. We scream and kick and beg for the old times back.

So we must be forever in mourning.

I have watched it happen like a camera left on for days

To watch the flowers bloom

But who missed the seeds?

Only the wind who came too soon.

The time will still pace the face of a clock

If it goes too fast or slow

But change will occur in every circumstance

Like a garden encouraged to grow.

Movement.

A summer spent in the passengers seat, watching and learning.
Hardly riveting, though still gazing at the driver who looks free.
I wonder how long it should take for me to control my own direction.
Not just a license, but freedom.
Still.. I watch the clouds drift through blue skies, I watch the trees motion away from the car.
The leaves falling slowly.
On this road, I forget where it is I am taken
But think of the feeling.

He reads and says, But you are still a pedestrian...you are still free.
But when the morning comes and goes and you are still in your house..looking out;
Watching the movement of the motorway; the stillness of the traffic,
You feel alone.

Philosophy or curiosity?

This year has shown me time that has wounded and time that rejoices me.

I falter at memories and I swoon at laughter.

I cannot put pen to paper to tell you what has happened to me.

Not yet.

I only collect others thoughts around a disaster to see other perspectives.

I have swam from dark waters to the shore searching for hope and purpose,

I had realised that somewhere along the way the chains slung around me had stopped me.

Trauma.

The sharks around me keep surfacing, I wish them to go...I scream them to go

But not until I learn how to control them and myself will I survive.

My sleep is tainted with hideous nightmares, dreams where dreams are not conventional.

I have become afraid of the ordinary and become subject to the unknown.

Impact of observation

We probably end up in dead end clubs and remember our dead end jobs

We probably wish we had listened and learned from the wisest

We probably talk too much and don't listen enough

We probably think the words we never dare to say

probably.

How would I know, I merely walk the earth along with all of you

Passing you on busy streets, remembering your face again tomorrow

Thinking about you, stranger

Yet I don't mean to silently judge

I feel a flicker of happiness to hope the best for you

I saw a boy who walked alone, hands in jeans, head down

He must watch the street move under him..and somehow feel my prescence

His inner beauty glows through his skin, his thick hair and his deep blue eyes

That I am lost in, In a glance...

Now I walk along with him on earth, both of us looking at the intertwining blues of the skies...

admiring, watching and following the worlds movement.

But if movement doesn't happen, I don't care, I see the world in him.

My learning Journal.

Is now the time to start learning the unapproachable subject; love?

Will you go out with me?

5 syllables. There will only ever be two true answers and it’s a risk. It's like asking someone to bungee jump with you, the jump might be the most exhilarating experience you ever have but what about the side effects? Of course the question is easy to answer though because we are all guilty of being so ignorant.

I grew up with 2 sisters and a brother. When my parents divorced in 1998 I got used to not having my mum around anymore, her presence was only in faded perfume and I felt as though a feminine part of me was taken away. All childhoods are difficult, the art of stabilisation is difficult to achieve even for the parents. Then when we started visiting my mother we got used to all of us sleeping in the same bed, I guess it was a comfort thing. I became so attached to sleeping next to people (obviously not guys, I was 9years old!)

When I grew up I realised that all of us had to face reality and independence. For me it is still not easy to achieve, as my nostalgia refuses to let me get over that phase of my life.

So, did my childhood leave me yearning for love and independence? Outside of class are we still desperate to learn?

Are we blind to what we should see, or is it part of our existence? As the world still continues with full ignorance.

Blindness isn’t sickness

When you have closed your eyes

The whole time

Open them and you will see

That we hold open arms back to you

If you let us

We could love you once more,

Fade ‘before’ from your mind

And only then

The sunshine could make you blind.

Is now the time to start learning the unapproachable subject; love?

Will you go out with me?
5 syllables. There will only ever be two true answers and it’s a risk. It's like asking someone to bungee jump with you, the jump might be the most exhilarating experience you ever have but what about the side effects? Of course the question is easy to answer though because we are all guilty of being so ignorant.

I grew up with 2 sisters and a brother. When my parents divorced in 1998 I got used to not having my mum around anymore, her presence was only in faded perfume and I felt as though a feminine part of me was taken away. All childhoods are difficult, the art of stabilisation is difficult to achieve even for the parents. Then when we started visiting my mother we got used to all of us sleeping in the same bed, I guess it was a comfort thing. I became so attached to sleeping next to people (obviously not guys, I was 9years old!)
When I grew up I realised that all of us had to face reality and independence. For me it is still not easy to achieve, as my nostalgia refuses to let me get over that phase of my life.
So, did my childhood leave me yearning for love and independence? Outside of class are we still desperate to learn?
Are we blind to what we should see, or is it part of our existence? As the world still continues with full इग्नोरांस

Blindness isn’t sickness
When you have closed your eyes
The whole time
Open them and you will see
That we hold open arms back to you
If you let us
We could love you once more,
Fade ‘before’ from your mind
And only then
The sunshine could make you blind.

In the moment

Sometimes we cannot bear the moment so much we want to escape it.

Maybe after all we'v learned about grasping the moment in its purity, we don't want to accept how the moment turns out to be.

Everything happening in front of us is the truth, uncrafted...should we just keep it in our memory or should we hope that it somehow falls into the 'blackout' part of our memory.

Watching people fall apart and fail is awful. Watching your sister do that is probably twice as worse.

Strength is definatley more than muscle; I learned that tonight.

Do Second Chances Exist?

I thought about it today, everyday we are searching for reasons for the unexplained.

Something small, something strange and something that simply added to a negative feeling happened to me today.

I woke up remembering everything I felt negative about...facing the niccotine craving, facing the choices to make about work that needs doing, facing the holes I'm digging myself into.

I went for a walk, I live among alot of countryside and the fresh air is wonderful for new thoughts. I was thinking about identity...and when I reached the place I like to go to clear my head, the top of the hill by the old school I lost my phone.

I don't know how it happened, but sitting there leaning against a fence and looking at the sky I realised I lost it. Walking home, I wondered if it was a message to say I should change my identity. But can you change your own Identity? 

Walking home I felt like anyone else felt when they lose their phone, everything you know is contained within that small mobile device and then it's gone. 

I went back out to search for it and when I did find it, I realsied that I wasn't meant to change my identity..I was meant to give myself a second chance in life and stop blaming myself for things happening.

Holiday

Dictionary's definition: a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment.

In my exemption from any requirement, I have decided to require myself of needs I have forgotten about over time..needs to look after myself, and my body. I want to share my learning with my readers.

Step 1. Excercise
Everyone knows that not only does excercise help you to lose weight and maintain a healthy weight but it also helps to lower blood pressure, calm nerves and ease stress and depression. When we excercise we should think of it as more of a necessity, a luxury..an incentive to happiness rather than a chore that makes us unhappy, red in the face and panting like a dog thats been running for two days straight. Excercise in the way that suits you best, think back to when you were a child and what you loved to do! You know it! So Follow what your body aches to do and go out and get fresh air into your lungs..you'll sleep like an angel.


Step 2. Lose your habits.
Everyone loves the phases of freedom, the phrase 'independant' and most importantly feeling that self achievment once we have done something for ourselves. So, when we think about it in depths our habits are just obsticles in the way of achievment. Excessive partying, Smoking, Internet usage.. Somehow moderation has offered humanity a new way of life which we were convinced was just as healthy as before. Exchanging reading books for reading reviews or summaries online ISN'T the same. Staying healthy..feeling slim.. swapping snacks for cigarettes is definatley NOT the same and very very unhealthy, and partying, drinking...drug usage? Just procrastination of the inevitable. The truth we must face is, that life is waiting for us to grab it and make the most of it while we lay back and use as many obsticles to get in the way of it.

Two days ago I decided to stop smoking altogether. I have smoked for a year and though I have thought about it many times..I am choosing to live my life fully and stop picking the easy ways out. I have spent hours tonight researching about quitting and know I am making the right decision.
Smoking is not a way of life, It's a way of avoiding it.
Support will be appreciated!


3. Open your eyes, To the beauty of life. And the people in it.

Imagine being all alone..forever. Just you. Close your eyes and think about how you would talk to yourself..how you would wish that someday the phone would ring, how excessivley you would write in your diary...
Open your eyes. There are people all around you. People you don't know, but who you might know at some point in your life. Don't procrastinate this! Go and talk to them, find a reason..because you have one life, you sit around and think how do people have so many friends and then find the loud cheery people on the busses annoying. There are people you do know and love, appreciate them! They cheer you up with their phonecalls..so turn the t.v. down and listen to them, balance out your relationships in life..it will be your key to equilibrium. One thing us creative writers do, is write in our journals. Nostalgically, metpahorically, dramatically and emotionally. But when we do not write, we go out and find reason to write..stories to reminisce about and we are allowed to reflect. But we enjoy life much more, when thoughts don't cross our minds as often and we can feel free. So enjoy this freedom.

Zara
x

Reflecting

Reflection is not always what you see in a mirror.

Ever thought of how other people see you?Or do you, like me, always think of yourself in the way that you want to be?

We are not just one person, we are relatives, girlfriends/boyfriends and most of all we are friends.

For we find friendship in each, as we grow older our parents become like elder friends as the level between us balances. As for the rest, however when goals become difficult to achieve and when we lose sight of hope, we become selfish.

Did we sign a contract at university to balance out these relationships..or are we all guilty of focusing on just one? When we do do just that, everything then seems to fall apart at the seams..just when our friends have warned us. After spending many nights with my boyfriend for the past two weeks I realised how little I have concentrated on being a friend. My friends don't seem to know what is going on in my life, and it is ironic as i always preached that univeristy should be the pinnacle of new friendship. From it I learned, as we students do...to dedicate ourselves in every manner to anyone and everyone that loves us back. Time is precious and unsteady...for when this blog is finished it is almost the end of an era. We all travel back home this weekend..and on them journeys will we reflect on the relationships we have made all by oursleves? Will we override the sound of bustling crowds on the train with the moments we have treausred. Time has escaped us, yet again and soon we welcome in a new year.

Summer awaits us.

Zara x 

Exphrastic Poetry. My response.

'Chocolate' by Snow Patrol

This could be the very minute
I'm aware i'm alive
All these places feel like home

With a name i'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25

This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because i'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn't enjoy it at the time.

You're the only thing that I love
Scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least i'll claim I did
But in truth i'm lost for words

What have I done? It's too late for that
What have I become? Truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise i'll do anything you ask, this time.

Adjasant By Zara Azam Rajabian

In dark alleyways,

Or underneath breezed summer sun,

I can be adjasant to the world.

In wrenched and sweat soaked slumber,

I fixate on the moment,

My dreams use my fix as their alibi,

To tell my body as it weakens.

My everything is a hallucination,

Because when love was my drug i became

fastened to you,

When you broke my heart,

I took just one alibi,

In pill form,

Now you are the dream,

As the drug is the day.

Sex as passion Or Sex as destruction

The little prisoner by JANE ELLIOT

Reading this book inspired this blog. Admittedly i have only got three quarters through it..It got me into thinking about how easily we can sleep with people that we barely even know, and self assert this betrayal of our own bodies..our own minds when their are children being forced into it. We go day by day complaining about one night stands despite allowing these 'incidents' to happen fully aware of such rape cases happening around us with full ignorance.

So, with every day learning more and more about a person how can we say with all honesty we know the person that we are sleeping with? There are paticular allowances like sleeping next to our mother, or a close relative when what we do know of them is enough to feel comfortable..but how can we mock one night stands when in such rushed into relationships we do JUST that but repetitivley.

My idea is to keep sex more personal, more indepth and behind closed doors. I, along with the moving world embrace such a thought. Sex isn't just a act of passion, it is an act of jealousy and deviance within 'cheating' and sometimes a favour returned.

Sex has become an act of power, generalised from the 'male sex'. Every woman in the world must assume that men are always guilty from the pleasure of it. However when we read or hear about these stories of domestic relationships, children being kidnapped, raped and murdered ect... we immediatley have that pang of shock. But should we feel guilty for enjoying something in the same nature another person was killed in?

Ofocurse we should not, I don't suggest we do but i do suggest that we take sex more seriously and take factors out of it.

The entire feel of it has been mocked through our new generation, having it brought into every minute of the day conversations..drinking games and generalisation.

Sex aswell as love has become a 'must have' accessory.

Essentially, sex based relationships are presumed to fail so when we think we are falling in love..are we falling in love the idea of a great relationship that is fun and exciting or are we casually missing out on all the relationship qualities that exceed our hopes? 

Is sex actually an act of destruction?

Zara x

Living amongst hypocrisy

What I have come to believe is that from the moment we were born our parents became the protectors. They stopped us from spilling juice down our dresses, they tought us to walk away from fights and defended us against all the other kids. What parents did wrong was creating the world of fairytale romance which we latched onto and somewhere in our hearts carried it with us. Through escapades of childish relationships, relationships that our heads fooled our hearts into falling for..we find that somehow that image of fairytale relationships becomes distorted.

When we become distatched to our parents, when we are spiralled into the big world without romance lurking at every corner :we seek 'love' immediatley. With our roommates that we immediatley ascossiate with even if over time we realise how unique we all are..or the boys that we find at parties, everyone that we were instantly surrounded with.

Yet its difficult to make a distinction between fondness and love. It's something that we can't use our little white lies to cover up because inevitably truth finds its' way out of us.

This is how we live among hypocrisy. As humanity we deny all prospects of failure...we lie to our parents now and then about exam results, about skipping school and money spending. It is in our nature to protect ourselves..just how our parents tought us to.

My learning journal.

A learning journal. It's all concieved within one lesson; The history of us.

Every year in our lives that we spent behind small desks, crowded by the next generation...armed with tools of ink and paper we grow and we learn. Soon, there are no desks and there is a room full of people staring at you in the lecture theatre..waiting to hear what you have to say. Suddenly, its your turn to teach.

But history simply repeats itself when you teach what every other student does before you, is it not time to start learning the unlearnable..the unapproachable..what about love?

All sorts of love, unreciprocal and reciprocal..do we really love each other when we all choose to fight, we choose to be critical, we choose..to be different. Do opposites attract? Why? Love is unexplainable because once you are certain about something, about someone..you could be dropped. A conversation could be like driving and soon you turn a bend that you can't handle. People in relationships are always scared.

Will you go out with me?

5 syllables. A simple and easy question. There will only ever be two true answers and obviously it depends on the rapport between the questioner and the respondee. But, it's a risk. It's like asking someone to bunjee jump with you, the jump might be the most thrilling and exhilirating experience you have ever had but what about the side effects? What about the headaches you will get after, what about if you are afraid of heights...? Ofcourse the question is easy to answer though because we are all guilty of being so ignorant.

I grew up with 2 sisters and a brother. When my parents divorced in 1998 i got used to not having my mum around anymore, her prescence was only in faded perfume and i felt as though a feminine part of me was taken away. Ofcourse all childhoods are difficult, the art of stabilisation is difficult to achieve even for the parents. Then when we started visiting my mother we got used to all of us sleeping in the same bed, i guess it was a comfort thing. I became so attatched to sleeping next to people (obviously not guys, i was 9years old!)

When i grew up i realised that all of us had to face reality and independance. For me it is still not easy to achieve, as my nostalgia refuses to let me get over that phase of my life.

So could an emotionally unstable person like me achieve a relationship with a independant person?

The answer is simple. No. I scare boys away with my consistence with the 'togetherness'. Through this journal i hope to come to a realisation that I, in myself can find inner strength to become more like the girl i had hoped to be. Isn't it hypocritical for us here at uni to feel independant when we still ask our parents for help, when we rush into relationships that are simply the 'rebound' from lonliness. Thats why we need our communication with the opposite sex.

Though i am coming to believe that our friends in life are our soulmates. And the men we have in our life come and go but are not the catalysts to happiness. Its true that 'we never seem to know' (Vapour Trail)

Truth is, we are all students in life..we always will be. Because we are willing to learn from each other even about ourselves. One thing that i am thankful for in this person is that he tought me about my inner beauty..something i had my eyes closed to.

Here is a snippet of my poem (Internally beuatiful)

Blindness isn’t sickness

When you have closed your eyes

The whole time

Open them and you will see

That we hold open arms back to you

If you let us

We could love you once more,

Fade ‘before’ from your mind

And only then

The sunshine could make you blind.

Everyone is aware about what they look for, in nightclubs, in shopping centres, in everyday situations..my vision is paticular because i seek inner beauty within society. My perception of beauty isn't ordinary. It's all thanks to a lesson.

Hurdles

Hurdles in the race. Do they stop us from getting to the final?

Is love a running game, are we always trying to catch up with our friends in this race? Do we always panic when their are hurdles?

Well, Iv'e considered this theory because participating in a relationship you realise talking out problems, realising how big or small they are we cannot ever avoid them. We carry our problems with us everywhere we go.( Prequoted) Do we just go out with the same person over and over again? 

Today I have come to a realisation, since the beginning of mankind we were born to fend ourselves. We will be born alone and we will die alone. Sad. Yet, people merely are afraid of it. We are scared to be alone with our own thoughts and feelings so inevatibly we run away from it. We latch onto other people, we mimick each other. It's why societies values are so predictable, do we all REALLY have the same opinion on a film, do we all enjoy the same things? Even in our own minds we say , sure i'm different to everyone else. We show it on the outside with our appearances ever changing, but isn't this just a shallow attempt to prove society wrong. All we can really do is accept it and learn to love each other but more, much more than that love ourselves.

Is humanity mimickery? Did eve follow adam around picking the same fruit, sleeping at the same time, talking about the same things. Sure they did, thats why we have relationships girl and boy. Because we came as one but end in twosomes. This is where the argumentative relationship comes into it, because our different opinions come into it...eventually we break up sure that we will find someone more 'perfect' who agrees with us. My idea is that this will never happen! So are we just seeing the same person over and over again? With a different name.

This is why the same type of girl goes for 'the bad guys, the wrong guys for them' continuously. Why the guys want to settle down at some time in their lives.

We look for perfection, us girls look for mr right.

But if we can accept that we will always be the same, humanity will never change its contradictive way.. we can all look for mr right now.

Whether the 'now' fades away, we will never know. 

Movie review

Indefinatley an overpraised melodrama directed by Danny Boyle and Loveleen Tandan; I would like to express my opinion on viewing Slumdog Millionaire.

Firstly i would like to adress the question of genre.The different conventions of the film confused me as to what the genre was specifically. Some reviews state that it is 'Wildly funny' refering to it as a comedy. I have also found quotes such as 

The film included drama, comedey and romance. Perhaps it is a sub genre film however this in itself directly contrributed to my dissatisfaction.

I found that the humour in it was awkward and provoked an enlightened feeling, later construed i figured it did not leave me wanting to watch the film again because of it. 

The music confused me and its vigorous loudness seemed to just make up for poor acting.

Also the violent episode in the beginning seems hefitier weighed up to the parody of humour that is distributed through the film. However, i found nothing about the film humorous. I feel like the staged TV show( The indian version of Who wants to be a millionaire?) clashed somehow with the non linear structure of the film. The flashback technique showed the audience the story backwards but i felt like the story unveiled was an anticlimax.

Is it really conventional for a child so horrifically brought up to end up winning both money and the woman he loves? I recall the statement 'God is good' refering to both scenarios, of Jamal winning the money and his brother Salim being shot in a bath filled with money. I fail to see the significance of this and if 'God' was good then why does one brother lose when the other wins?

Normally I would appreciate the 'goodie' and the 'baddie' in an action film, where the ending would consist of a rightful ending where the baddie dies. However, through the film we travel along with the story of both brothers. If one was swayed to be bad by the boundaries of society and effectivley seeing it as the only way out then surely the ending is unfair.

It is not misconstrued to think that the film evoked a variety of emotions from its audience, as everyone appeared to be(quite loudly and colloquially) expressing their opinions to the entirety of the cinema audience and choking on their popcorn after quite horrific imagery. perhaps my opinion is not followed

The entire hollywood cliche love vs money is inhabited through this film, with the main character Jamal following questions to unveil his fate. Each question asked of him had a special significance thanks to the life he lead. I did not enjoy the dialogue through various parts and the time period between parts in the film were too obvious and left the audience disorientated. For example, 

The time between when Jamal last see's Latika( his childhood friend) in a hotel where he, his brother and her stayed to escape to where Jamal finds her again living within a violent relationship. The gap made me wonder about how Latika had progressed into that kind of a relationship when ironically the audience thinks she had escaped a violent relationship with a man who used her to make money.

The romantic relationship between Latika and Jamal is not obvious or significant in any part of the film until this bit. Why, how does the instant on screen romance excell the film?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2009/jan/09/slumdog-millionaire-review-danny-boyle

I would like to oppose from the guardians review as i did not think that the storyline was grasapable. I find that I was swayed consistently into different assessments throughout the film which generally antagonised me. One moment i though that the drama was strong and triumphant to the film directly and then was dissapointed at the outcome of an event. For instance, Jamal calling his brother was emotionally gripping and im sure a range of the audience felt sympathetic for this child who had been changed through the years externally yet at this pinacle in the film we can see subliminally he still loves his brother. The outcome of their meeting was disenchanting.

When I said about poor acting, for example i refer to the character Irrfhan Kahan the brutual detective who attempts to torture any kind of truth out of Jamal. I find his character subdued considering his supposed dominance.

http://hotair.com/archives/2009/02/15/film-review-slumdog-millionaire/

In some ways, I have respect for this review.

Admittedly, it is plausable that my perspective of the film frays from my existing outlook on exploitation of human beings. Perhaps also it is my own ignorance of the slumlife in mumbai where children are exploited, abandoned and abused in the depths of extreme poverty. This is true, in a way this story brings enlightnement to the different paths and answers we must go by to survive. Also I enjoyed the cultural dexterity; that was a refreshing aspect of the film.