Pay it Forward is a movie based on the book with the same name by Catherine Ryan Hyde. The concept has been there since the ancient times. I’ve just watched it for the third time on TV. It’s one of the best movies I have ever seen. And the movie ends with Trevor fulfilling his three deeds. It’s not a happy ending. But an unforgettable end. Pay It Forward Foundation is an organization that has been setup to inspire people to realize that they can change the world.

Some people are too scared or something to think things can be different. The world’s not exactly… shit. I guess it’s hard or some people who are so use to things the way they are — even if they’re bad — to change and they kinda give up and when they do, everybody loses.
– Trevor

My name is Marcus Yallow. I was tortured by my country, but I still love it here. I’m seventeen years old. I want to grow up in a free country. I want to live in a free country.
– Little Brother, Cory Doctorow

Little Brother by Cory Doctorow is a book everyone should read. Markus is a technology savvy kid who knows how to out smart the surveillance systems at school. He and his friends are apprehended by the Department of Homeland Security in the aftermath of a terrorist attack in San Fransisco. They are held and tortured at a place similar to the Guantánamo Bay detention camp. After Marcus gets out he realizes the city has become a police state. He’s determined to go after the Department of Homeland Security and protect the freedom and the rights of the people. Although the story is fictional there is nothing out of ordinary from what is happening today.

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This is what they’ve been doing. Taking the fundamental ideas behind Gale’s traps and adapting them into weapons against humans. Bombs mostly. It’s less about the mechanics of the traps than the psychology behind them. Booby-trapping an area that provides something essential to survival. A water or food supply. Frightening prey so that a large number flee into a greater destruction. Endangering off-spring in order to draw in the actual desired target, the parent. Luring the victim into what appears to be a safe haven—where death awaits it. At some point, Gale and Beetee left the wilderness behind and focused on more human impulses. Like compassion. A bomb explodes. Time is allowed for people to rush to the aid of the wounded. Then a second, more powerful bomb kills them as well.

– MockingJay, Suzanne Collins

Mockingjay, the final book in the Hunger Games trilogy was released a couple of days ago. Although I didn’t find a natural flow in the story sometimes, it was a great read. The world is not black and white. It’s in shades of gray.

A hovercraft marked with the Capitol’s seal materializes directly over the barricaded children. Scores of silver parachutes rain down on them. Even in this chaos, the children know what silver parachutes contain. Food. Medicine. Gifts. They eagerly scoop them up, frozen fingers struggling with the strings. The hovercraft vanishes, five seconds pass, and then about twenty parachutes simultaneously explode.
A wail rises from the crowd. The snow’s red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside.

– MockingJay, Suzanne Collins

For me, The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood was like the latter. I have started reading this a few months back. But it didn’t create enough momentum to carry me through the end. But today I started anew and finished up the book.

The Handmaid’s Tale is a narrative by a woman about the life in a totalitarian government. It is like 1984 by George Orwell. The Government of the United States was overthrown. The president and all the congress were murdered allegedly by a terrorist organization. The Constitution was suspended. A male-chauvinist, theocratic, military dictatorship was formed called the Gilead. The woman tried to run away out of the country with her husband and her daughter. But she failed. She got separated from her family. She was put into a camp and forced to be a child bearing slave to a commander of the new regime. The book ends with a future conference proceeding on Gileadean studies. The story is like the Anne Frank’s diary. This is one of the best books I’ve read.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me. There’s a long pause. Then, from somewhere in the crowd, someone whistles Rue’s four-note mocking-jay tune. The one that signaled the end of the workday in the orchards. The one that meant safety in the arena. By the end of the tune, I have found the whistler, a wizened old man in a faded red shirt and overalls. His eyes meet mine.

What happens next is not an accident. It is too well executed to be spontaneous, because it happens in complete unison. Every person in the crowd presses the three middle fingers of their left hand against their lips and extends them to me. It’s our sign from District 12, the last good-bye I gave Rue in the arena.

If I hadn’t spoken to President Snow, this gesture might move me to tears. But with his recent orders to calm the districts fresh in my ears, it fills me with dread. What will he think of this very public salute to the girl who defied the Capitol?

The full impact of what I’ve done hits me. It was not intentional—I only meant to express my thanks — but I have elicited something dangerous. An act of dissent from the people of District 11. This is exactly the kind of thing I am supposed to be defusing!

I try to think of something to say to undermine what has just happened, to negate it, but I can hear the slight burst of static indicating my microphone has been cut off and the mayor has taken over. Peeta and I acknowledge a final round of applause. He leads me back toward the doors, unaware that anything has gone wrong.

I feel funny and have to stop for a moment. Little bits of bright sunshine dance before my eyes. “Are you all right?” Peeta asks.

“Just dizzy. The sun was so bright,” I say. I see his bouquet. “I forgot my flowers,” I mumble. “I’ll get them,” he says. “I can,” I answer.

We would be safe inside the Justice Building by now, if I hadn’t stopped, if I hadn’t left my flowers. Instead, from the deep shade of the veranda, we see the whole thing.

A pair of Peacekeepers dragging the old man who whistled to the top of the steps. Forcing him to his knees before the crowd. And putting a bullet through his head.

– Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins is the second book in the Hunger Games trilogy.This is great writing. It was hard to put the book down in the last two nights until the very end. A single act of one girl has sparked a rebellion in the Districts against the cruelty of the Capitol. Mockingjay, the final book comes out in a few days. I am looking forward to it.

I look back to the crowd, but the faces of Rue’s mother and father swim before my eyes. Their sorrow. Their loss. I turn spontaneously to Chaff and offer my hand. I feel my fingers close around the stump that now completes his arm and hold fast.

And then it happens. Up and down the row, the victors begin to join hands. Some right away, like the morphlings, or Wiress and Beetee. Others unsure but caught up in the demands of those around them, like Brutus and Enobaria. By the time the anthem plays its final strains, all twenty-four of us stand in one unbroken line in what must be the first public show of unity among the districts since the Dark Days. You can see the realization of this as the screens begin to pop into blackness. It’s too late, though. In the confusion they didn’t cut us off in time. Everyone has seen.

– Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

The story happens in the future in the region we now call the United States of America.  After facing dozens of wars and disasters the country is now called Panem.  The Panem consists of the Capitol and 13 surrounding districts. A powerful  government has emerged in the Capitol after defeating the rebel districts and taking them under their control just like the United States was formed. Each of the poor districts serve the Capitol in someway. District 12 is the coal country but the district is in dark most of the time unless the government is telecasting an announcement in which case it is mandatory for people to watch it. District 11 is the agricultural district where people are starved to death. All the while the people in the Capitol live a luxurious life fussing over the latest fashions.

The hunger games is a reality television show. It is an event where one girl and one boy older than twelve is selected from each district as contestants by drawing the names at a ceremony at the beginning called the reaping. It is like any other reality show today but the contestants have to kill each other until one emerges as the victor. The hunger games is a cruel reminder to the people of the districts that the Capitol is in control. The Capitol can do anything even kill their children. And the district people have to watch the show, cheer and celebrate the event every year.

Though it seems far-fetched and absurd, in the unwritten human history this must have happened thousands of times in arenas all over the earth in known and unknown civilizations. Hunger Games is the first book in a trilogy. It seems the third book is going to be released next week.

When taking the device out of the box the screen was wrapped in a transparent sticker with some instructions printed on it on how to turn it on and charge it. But after peeling off the sticker I found that the instructions were still there. Only then I realized that the text was not printed on the sticker. It was the text on the screen. It is that good, almost like printed. But PDF documents were not always great especially when viewing small text and diagrams in lighter colors. Some diagrams were almost invisible.