Am yet to visit this city that I have heard so much about, read so much about and seen so much about in the movies.
The newest encounter I had with Mumbai was via Nishikant Kamat's movie 'Mumbai Meri Jaan'. I don't write reviews (reasons have been given in an earlier post) and this is not a review. Only that after such a long time, I have come across such a beautiful movie, that I was compelled to write about it.
The movie is set around the Mumbai blasts of 2006 and we are navigated through the story by the personal viewpoints of six characters. We are shown the aftermaths of the tragedy through six pairs of eyes. Paresh Rawal has probably produced one of his finest performances till date (my thanks to those people who broke through the typecast mould in Bollywood - otherwise we would have been seeing this wonderful actor only in villainous roles). Kay Kay Menon, Soha Ali, Irfan Khan, Madhavan shine through. The subject matter has been handled well and the personal viewpoints converge to give a collective impression to the viewer. A really beautiful and sensitive movie, overall.
I don't have much knowledge about film making and am not a reviewer, but if you get a chance to watch this splendid movie, don't miss it!
Saturday 30 August 2008
An Attack of MAIDS
I had heard about it. The symptoms and all the signs. The mental state of the patient and the physical manifestations of the inner turmoil. And I had never given serious thought to it. Denied it in the same manner that we deny that we may suffer from a certain disease until we are afflicted from it. The realization dawned on me only when the disease actually took over. I was suffering from MAIDS.
Nothing much to worry about, my friends (and in case any of my foes are reading this, nothing for you to cheer about)! MAIDS stands for Mobile and Internet Dependency Syndrome and is afflicting quite a percentage of the young generation.
It came to light when I made a trip to my Uncle's place for two days. My Uncle lives in a slightly rural setting and internet connectivity is not so widespread at present. I was prepared for that. What I was not prepared for was my unreliable network ditching me in my hour of need. Nothing unusual about that, i assure you. While I was 200 yards from my Uncle's place, the signal was quite good. As i entered the house, i glanced at my cell to see the now usual 'emergency services only'. What the heck! Its two days only, i thought. Hardly two hours had passed however, when my eyes and my hands started repeatedly wandering towards my cell. Glances at the mobile screen told the same old story.
It was quite a distressing two days. What with not much of socializing (my aunt had taken over the task of making me look younger and covering all those premature grey hairs by applying a thick paste of henna, as a result, confining me indoors for a whole day- the result of all that hard work is quite pleasant, i assure you ;)), i had to pass my time by resorting to a rereading of some old novels and a screening of some episodes of BR Chopra's Mahabharat (thank God for that!)
Well, i am back now and my nomophobia has been addressed (nomophobia is the phobia of getting disconnected from your mobile) but my internet dependency has yet to be cured. The unreliable network (who claim of providing total network where there is no air, no water, no land- no wonder they can't provide it where all are available!!!) is experiencing troubles with the gprs services. So, its been another long day of distress alleviated by the fact that i am accessing the internet using one of my friend's connection.
That pretty sums up my present state of affairs and my first encounter with MAIDS. I guess more are to follow. Still, its a small price to pay, i hope, for remaining connected.
Nothing much to worry about, my friends (and in case any of my foes are reading this, nothing for you to cheer about)! MAIDS stands for Mobile and Internet Dependency Syndrome and is afflicting quite a percentage of the young generation.
It came to light when I made a trip to my Uncle's place for two days. My Uncle lives in a slightly rural setting and internet connectivity is not so widespread at present. I was prepared for that. What I was not prepared for was my unreliable network ditching me in my hour of need. Nothing unusual about that, i assure you. While I was 200 yards from my Uncle's place, the signal was quite good. As i entered the house, i glanced at my cell to see the now usual 'emergency services only'. What the heck! Its two days only, i thought. Hardly two hours had passed however, when my eyes and my hands started repeatedly wandering towards my cell. Glances at the mobile screen told the same old story.
It was quite a distressing two days. What with not much of socializing (my aunt had taken over the task of making me look younger and covering all those premature grey hairs by applying a thick paste of henna, as a result, confining me indoors for a whole day- the result of all that hard work is quite pleasant, i assure you ;)), i had to pass my time by resorting to a rereading of some old novels and a screening of some episodes of BR Chopra's Mahabharat (thank God for that!)
Well, i am back now and my nomophobia has been addressed (nomophobia is the phobia of getting disconnected from your mobile) but my internet dependency has yet to be cured. The unreliable network (who claim of providing total network where there is no air, no water, no land- no wonder they can't provide it where all are available!!!) is experiencing troubles with the gprs services. So, its been another long day of distress alleviated by the fact that i am accessing the internet using one of my friend's connection.
That pretty sums up my present state of affairs and my first encounter with MAIDS. I guess more are to follow. Still, its a small price to pay, i hope, for remaining connected.
RETIREMENT THOUGHTS
60. A glorious age. An age when you are considered wise. And venerated. When you are respected. An age when you are expected to retire.
60 years has been kept as the age for retirement. An age when it is supposed that the individual is not at his productive best and that he should pave way for the younger generation. I don't have any issues with the physical aspect of this thinking- it is true that a person is not at his physical best at the aforementioned age. But wisdom and experience, they are probably at a cumulative high. Still, people are retired from their jobs at 60.
Well, in fact, I don't actually have issues with people retiring at 60. They have done quite a lot in their life and its time they take a break and enjoy life, if they wish. What I don't understand is this- Why don't our politicians retire at 60? Why isn't there an upper age limit
for our policymakers? If it is a rule that Government servants should retire at 60, then why not those servants who run the Government too be included?
I think that we all know the answer. Politics and public office are lucrative careers nowadays. Worth more than any other profession. And since they are the lawmakers, they are adept at mending ways and finding loopholes in any provision that may be suggested. And sometimes, they blatantly pass laws for their own benefit disregarding even the judiciary of the country.
Still, its a thought. Maybe, someday, we may see a politician retire at 60!
60 years has been kept as the age for retirement. An age when it is supposed that the individual is not at his productive best and that he should pave way for the younger generation. I don't have any issues with the physical aspect of this thinking- it is true that a person is not at his physical best at the aforementioned age. But wisdom and experience, they are probably at a cumulative high. Still, people are retired from their jobs at 60.
Well, in fact, I don't actually have issues with people retiring at 60. They have done quite a lot in their life and its time they take a break and enjoy life, if they wish. What I don't understand is this- Why don't our politicians retire at 60? Why isn't there an upper age limit
for our policymakers? If it is a rule that Government servants should retire at 60, then why not those servants who run the Government too be included?
I think that we all know the answer. Politics and public office are lucrative careers nowadays. Worth more than any other profession. And since they are the lawmakers, they are adept at mending ways and finding loopholes in any provision that may be suggested. And sometimes, they blatantly pass laws for their own benefit disregarding even the judiciary of the country.
Still, its a thought. Maybe, someday, we may see a politician retire at 60!
Monday 25 August 2008
Magical Me
Thats right! I am magical! For that matter, so are you. As is everybody else.
I am not saying anything new. Just giving words to what almost each of us has felt sometime or the other in life. Imagine starting life as a single cell and ultimately ending up a giant (compared to a cell, we would be more than giants) of maybe six feet plus lengths (and varying breadths ;)). Imagine all those complex processes going on inside our bodies to keep us alive. Imagine all those neurons carrying messages to and fro at speeds unimaginable. Imagine that heartbeat of yours beating away to the end of your days dutifully without fail (affected sometimes by members of the opposite sex though). Imagine the human body in all its glory. Imagine life!
And to think that we rarely spare a thought to these simple things. Just because they are. Just because we are mired up in the other 'goals' of our lives. Just because we have to be succesful, and famous, and celebrated. And we come to think of these simple facts only in death or disease. And since my profession is such that I do come in contact with these two truths of life frequently, I may have realised what I am writing now. But for how long the realisation lasts, i don't know.
So friends! Lets try to unearth the magic. Lets comprehend what we have been provided. Lets try to respect the treasure within and without us and ensure its well being. Lets celebrate life!
(PS: Whatever it is, this is for you, Kaustuv. Sorry about the book though)
I am not saying anything new. Just giving words to what almost each of us has felt sometime or the other in life. Imagine starting life as a single cell and ultimately ending up a giant (compared to a cell, we would be more than giants) of maybe six feet plus lengths (and varying breadths ;)). Imagine all those complex processes going on inside our bodies to keep us alive. Imagine all those neurons carrying messages to and fro at speeds unimaginable. Imagine that heartbeat of yours beating away to the end of your days dutifully without fail (affected sometimes by members of the opposite sex though). Imagine the human body in all its glory. Imagine life!
And to think that we rarely spare a thought to these simple things. Just because they are. Just because we are mired up in the other 'goals' of our lives. Just because we have to be succesful, and famous, and celebrated. And we come to think of these simple facts only in death or disease. And since my profession is such that I do come in contact with these two truths of life frequently, I may have realised what I am writing now. But for how long the realisation lasts, i don't know.
So friends! Lets try to unearth the magic. Lets comprehend what we have been provided. Lets try to respect the treasure within and without us and ensure its well being. Lets celebrate life!
(PS: Whatever it is, this is for you, Kaustuv. Sorry about the book though)
Saturday 23 August 2008
Nomenclature Woes
"Whats in a name?" Thus spoke William Shakespeare. "Call a rose by any other name, it'll smell the same".
I am sorry to contradict you Mr Shakespeare, but you are wrong. Imagine if one of your publishers had published your 'Romeo and Juliet' in his name, would it have been the same? I guess that person would have been famous instead of you, would have topped all the literary 'most important lists' and would have been the first name in the literary 'hall of fame'. Of course, you may have been famous even in this scenario, but not as the writer but as the person who filed numerous lawsuits and alleged (so audaciously!) as Mr X having commandeered his works! And yes, the conspiracy theorists of the present generation would have unearthed your name to tarnish Mr X's reputation rendering him all the more popular.
A name gives a person his/her identity. It conjures up a vision in front of the eyes of a particular person. It brings back memories. Most important of all, you know who/what is being referred to.
I myself had the privilege of going through various names (nicknames excluded, they may be dealt with later, if the urge comes upon me). When I was born (as does everybody), I was given a name on my 11th day in this world after due consultations with a Panditji. I don't remember the name exactly because 1) I was too young at the time 2) that name was never used because my maternal grandfather (who himself was a Pandit)found out that the earlier chap had miscalculated and so my name should be different. Thus my first name got discarded. The only thing I remember is that it started with F. Guess, i got spared from the F name ;).
So, after due calculations, my grandfather gave me a name. The auspicious letter was 'Dh', so I was named Dharmraj (after the Hindu God of Dharm). Thus I got my second name- the name that has to be used in the official religious rituals and ceremonies.
My dad didn't seem satisfied though. He seemed to have thought out a name for me and so, I was named a third time and thus came to take my present name. But it wasn't the same as what it is now. I used to be called 'Binay'. The 'B' was replaced when I reached the 8th standard and when I took a fancy to the twenty-second letter of the alphabet. Thats how my name came to be associated with me in its present form.
I have always been fascinated with names. The more uncommon they get, the more I like them. (I must mention that I was not entirely satisfied with my present name too. But its too late in time to change it again, i guess. Anyway, its a pretty decent one). So, when my uncle delegated the task of naming my cousin-sister (the only girl child in our family), you may guess my situation. I had to find something uncommon, something that would stand out yet would be likable. I hammed and hawed for around six months (thank God! the kid couldn't speak. Imagine yourself without a name for six months) and when the pressure became too much, I delved into the Ramayana and came out with a name that was both interesting, uncommon and mythological. Thats probably the last time I'll be naming someone.
I faced the same problem with my blog. This blog went through exactly three sets of names before arriving at its present name. It started as '4 your eyes only' inspired from the James Bond flick. And when I got fed up with the name, I decided to change it. After much soul (and name) searching, since I could not arrive at something likable, I just let it be 'Vinay's Weblog'. The urge to rename appeared all of a sudden yesterday. After almost one hour of continuous staring at the screen, i came upon a name. As I pressed the edit button, my mind said 'i found it'. So, the name changed once more and came to assume its present form. Don't know how long it shall last...
So, whats in a name? An identity. A story of how it came into being. A reflection of a person (and maybe his/her ideas). And maybe more...
Thats why I say Mr Shakespeare, you are wrong.
I am sorry to contradict you Mr Shakespeare, but you are wrong. Imagine if one of your publishers had published your 'Romeo and Juliet' in his name, would it have been the same? I guess that person would have been famous instead of you, would have topped all the literary 'most important lists' and would have been the first name in the literary 'hall of fame'. Of course, you may have been famous even in this scenario, but not as the writer but as the person who filed numerous lawsuits and alleged (so audaciously!) as Mr X having commandeered his works! And yes, the conspiracy theorists of the present generation would have unearthed your name to tarnish Mr X's reputation rendering him all the more popular.
A name gives a person his/her identity. It conjures up a vision in front of the eyes of a particular person. It brings back memories. Most important of all, you know who/what is being referred to.
I myself had the privilege of going through various names (nicknames excluded, they may be dealt with later, if the urge comes upon me). When I was born (as does everybody), I was given a name on my 11th day in this world after due consultations with a Panditji. I don't remember the name exactly because 1) I was too young at the time 2) that name was never used because my maternal grandfather (who himself was a Pandit)found out that the earlier chap had miscalculated and so my name should be different. Thus my first name got discarded. The only thing I remember is that it started with F. Guess, i got spared from the F name ;).
So, after due calculations, my grandfather gave me a name. The auspicious letter was 'Dh', so I was named Dharmraj (after the Hindu God of Dharm). Thus I got my second name- the name that has to be used in the official religious rituals and ceremonies.
My dad didn't seem satisfied though. He seemed to have thought out a name for me and so, I was named a third time and thus came to take my present name. But it wasn't the same as what it is now. I used to be called 'Binay'. The 'B' was replaced when I reached the 8th standard and when I took a fancy to the twenty-second letter of the alphabet. Thats how my name came to be associated with me in its present form.
I have always been fascinated with names. The more uncommon they get, the more I like them. (I must mention that I was not entirely satisfied with my present name too. But its too late in time to change it again, i guess. Anyway, its a pretty decent one). So, when my uncle delegated the task of naming my cousin-sister (the only girl child in our family), you may guess my situation. I had to find something uncommon, something that would stand out yet would be likable. I hammed and hawed for around six months (thank God! the kid couldn't speak. Imagine yourself without a name for six months) and when the pressure became too much, I delved into the Ramayana and came out with a name that was both interesting, uncommon and mythological. Thats probably the last time I'll be naming someone.
I faced the same problem with my blog. This blog went through exactly three sets of names before arriving at its present name. It started as '4 your eyes only' inspired from the James Bond flick. And when I got fed up with the name, I decided to change it. After much soul (and name) searching, since I could not arrive at something likable, I just let it be 'Vinay's Weblog'. The urge to rename appeared all of a sudden yesterday. After almost one hour of continuous staring at the screen, i came upon a name. As I pressed the edit button, my mind said 'i found it'. So, the name changed once more and came to assume its present form. Don't know how long it shall last...
So, whats in a name? An identity. A story of how it came into being. A reflection of a person (and maybe his/her ideas). And maybe more...
Thats why I say Mr Shakespeare, you are wrong.
Friday 22 August 2008
The Art Called Laziness
It has been hours since I have been sitting like this, whiling away the time doing absolutely nothing (this piece not included, of course)even though I have been promising myself long hours at the study table, working out for a better physique and a dozen other things.
Doing nothing is an art. Laziness, in itself, is an art. How many people in the world do you think can effortlessly put away what has to be done today till tomorrow and what has to be done tomorrow till the day after tomorrow? Well, everyone probably wishes to do so, but how many seriously accomplish it???
I have been accomplishing this feat quite successfully and with quite a distinction in recent times. Probably, I would have claimed to have perfected the art itself, hadn't it for the fact that nothing is perfect. I have the same skinny look in terms of physique (i don't consider myself that bad looking though. Narcissus, anybody???) Am at the same pedestal as far as learning goes, maybe a bit lower (have gained wisdom though...lol). The hours I spend in my bed have assumed quite a legend of their own. I can while away the time doing absolutely nothing and not getting bored too!!! Weird, isn't it???
A thousand promises have been broken, many a resolutions shattered trying to withstand this mountain of evil. And even though the realisation is there, the body and mind feel disinclined to do anything productive in this matter. And as I know full well that to thwart this evil inside me, to stop putting things off from today till tomorrow i have to start working right now, I take your leave for today, hoping against hope that i succeed. Hope to give you some good news in the next piece. If not, do remember that I am afflicted with the art or rather the disease called laziness. :)
PS: About the last post, my sleep was a dreamless one. Seems my subconscious too is too lazy to dream ;)
Doing nothing is an art. Laziness, in itself, is an art. How many people in the world do you think can effortlessly put away what has to be done today till tomorrow and what has to be done tomorrow till the day after tomorrow? Well, everyone probably wishes to do so, but how many seriously accomplish it???
I have been accomplishing this feat quite successfully and with quite a distinction in recent times. Probably, I would have claimed to have perfected the art itself, hadn't it for the fact that nothing is perfect. I have the same skinny look in terms of physique (i don't consider myself that bad looking though. Narcissus, anybody???) Am at the same pedestal as far as learning goes, maybe a bit lower (have gained wisdom though...lol). The hours I spend in my bed have assumed quite a legend of their own. I can while away the time doing absolutely nothing and not getting bored too!!! Weird, isn't it???
A thousand promises have been broken, many a resolutions shattered trying to withstand this mountain of evil. And even though the realisation is there, the body and mind feel disinclined to do anything productive in this matter. And as I know full well that to thwart this evil inside me, to stop putting things off from today till tomorrow i have to start working right now, I take your leave for today, hoping against hope that i succeed. Hope to give you some good news in the next piece. If not, do remember that I am afflicted with the art or rather the disease called laziness. :)
PS: About the last post, my sleep was a dreamless one. Seems my subconscious too is too lazy to dream ;)
Thursday 21 August 2008
Serendipity!!!
Quirky!
Thats how i may describe my day today.
As i reached my room after a sleepless night attending to a gamut of patients suffering from almost all the diseases in the universe, sleep was the first thing on the agenda. But, because of a long standing habit, i just powered my laptop and got connected to the net. After checking the usual mail and all, i went to a popular portal to have a look at the news and recent happenings.
'Having sex doesn't mean that you and your partner are connected' screamed a headline in my face. Intrigued, i clicked on the link. It led me to a book extract from a certain book by a certain upcoming female author whose idea of a great book seems to be one which is full of the F-words, mention of various parts of the female anatomy every second line and the number of drinks that she downed in the latest party.(Don't think that I am taking a moral high ground here. I am okay with anything one has to say about oneself. After all, India is a democratic country!!!)
I ventured back to the sports section of the portal. 'Meet the most beautiful face of the olympics' was the topmost headline. I went ahead. It was about some model turned athlete from Paraguay. The last paragraph, which was probably the longest in the whole article, told us how she has featured in a topless calendar in 2007 and which is circulating in the internet. The guys stopped just short of giving the link to that site.
On to the movie section. 'Ten tips for a sexy ass'. I went through to have a look at the voluptuous females shown alongside the text. (I never said I was a saint, did i???)
Sleep overtook me at last and I drifted off to an uneasy sleep punctuated by the mongrel barking outside, the power going off twice, and my wallmate's irritating laughter.
After waking up from 3-4 hours of laboured sleep, i went to have a look at the news paper. I generally skip news about politics and politicians. So, apart from the sports news, what caught my eyes was this article: 'Boobs on Bikes'. Seems there is some festival of some sort in New Zealand or somewhere where topless young women ride on motorbikes (whew! this is kinky!)while the world watches by. And there are pro- and anti- protesters for the trend too!
I then turned to the movies being screened section. Apart from one or two new releases, the following movies were on offer: 'Milan ki Aag'; 'Body of Evidence'; 'Kissa Jawani Ka' and something titled like 'The Wife, the Thief and...(i forgot what exactly was the word). I smiled as i tossed the paper aside.
Times change. We know that. Traditions change. Principles too. But, as well as I may enjoy going through these articles or movies, i think that a line needs to be drawn between what is appropriate and what is titillating and sensational but worthless stuff. Of course, sensational stuff sells, but is it everything???
We have to think about this.
PS: As i prepare to go to bed, i am wondering what sort of a dream i shall have, considering today's exposure coupled with some really strenuous hours at work. I may tell the story the next time. ;)
Thats how i may describe my day today.
As i reached my room after a sleepless night attending to a gamut of patients suffering from almost all the diseases in the universe, sleep was the first thing on the agenda. But, because of a long standing habit, i just powered my laptop and got connected to the net. After checking the usual mail and all, i went to a popular portal to have a look at the news and recent happenings.
'Having sex doesn't mean that you and your partner are connected' screamed a headline in my face. Intrigued, i clicked on the link. It led me to a book extract from a certain book by a certain upcoming female author whose idea of a great book seems to be one which is full of the F-words, mention of various parts of the female anatomy every second line and the number of drinks that she downed in the latest party.(Don't think that I am taking a moral high ground here. I am okay with anything one has to say about oneself. After all, India is a democratic country!!!)
I ventured back to the sports section of the portal. 'Meet the most beautiful face of the olympics' was the topmost headline. I went ahead. It was about some model turned athlete from Paraguay. The last paragraph, which was probably the longest in the whole article, told us how she has featured in a topless calendar in 2007 and which is circulating in the internet. The guys stopped just short of giving the link to that site.
On to the movie section. 'Ten tips for a sexy ass'. I went through to have a look at the voluptuous females shown alongside the text. (I never said I was a saint, did i???)
Sleep overtook me at last and I drifted off to an uneasy sleep punctuated by the mongrel barking outside, the power going off twice, and my wallmate's irritating laughter.
After waking up from 3-4 hours of laboured sleep, i went to have a look at the news paper. I generally skip news about politics and politicians. So, apart from the sports news, what caught my eyes was this article: 'Boobs on Bikes'. Seems there is some festival of some sort in New Zealand or somewhere where topless young women ride on motorbikes (whew! this is kinky!)while the world watches by. And there are pro- and anti- protesters for the trend too!
I then turned to the movies being screened section. Apart from one or two new releases, the following movies were on offer: 'Milan ki Aag'; 'Body of Evidence'; 'Kissa Jawani Ka' and something titled like 'The Wife, the Thief and...(i forgot what exactly was the word). I smiled as i tossed the paper aside.
Times change. We know that. Traditions change. Principles too. But, as well as I may enjoy going through these articles or movies, i think that a line needs to be drawn between what is appropriate and what is titillating and sensational but worthless stuff. Of course, sensational stuff sells, but is it everything???
We have to think about this.
PS: As i prepare to go to bed, i am wondering what sort of a dream i shall have, considering today's exposure coupled with some really strenuous hours at work. I may tell the story the next time. ;)
Friday 15 August 2008
INDEPENDENCE DAY
"Pandit Nehru made a horological mistake. When India was awakening to life and freedom, the world was not asleep. For instance, it was 2.30 PM in New York."
Thus starts Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi- a wonderful movie.
As I woke up today in the hospital after a fitful sleep and 10 hours of duty and was leaving for my residence, I came across some people hustling around preparing for the flag hoisting ceremony at the hospital. By the time I reached my residence, my mobile phone started receiving 'Happy Independence Day' smses. I opened my mail and got similar messages there. I didn't reply to a single one of them.
I am not saying that I am not patriotic or my friends who sent me those messages are not patriotic. But a thought struck me. Are we really independent??? I mean, we attained independence from the Britishers some 61 years ago, but are we independent in the real sense? Are we independent from corruption? Are we independent from social discrimination? Are we independent from poverty and illiteracy? Are we independent from the clutches of cash loving politicians? Are we???
We were taught in medical school that health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well being and not merely the absence of disease. Isn't that the same for Independence??? Isn't it Independence not only from slavery but from all the social and political ills plaguing us???
I am sorry, my friends. We are not independent. And thats the only truth. Nor can we be competely independent ever. Till then, i can't reply to your messages and smses. I am sorry...
Thus starts Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi- a wonderful movie.
As I woke up today in the hospital after a fitful sleep and 10 hours of duty and was leaving for my residence, I came across some people hustling around preparing for the flag hoisting ceremony at the hospital. By the time I reached my residence, my mobile phone started receiving 'Happy Independence Day' smses. I opened my mail and got similar messages there. I didn't reply to a single one of them.
I am not saying that I am not patriotic or my friends who sent me those messages are not patriotic. But a thought struck me. Are we really independent??? I mean, we attained independence from the Britishers some 61 years ago, but are we independent in the real sense? Are we independent from corruption? Are we independent from social discrimination? Are we independent from poverty and illiteracy? Are we independent from the clutches of cash loving politicians? Are we???
We were taught in medical school that health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well being and not merely the absence of disease. Isn't that the same for Independence??? Isn't it Independence not only from slavery but from all the social and political ills plaguing us???
I am sorry, my friends. We are not independent. And thats the only truth. Nor can we be competely independent ever. Till then, i can't reply to your messages and smses. I am sorry...
Thursday 7 August 2008
'LAZY-CALLY ME'
In case you are wondering what the title means, there are three explanations-
1) I am lazy (as evident from the long duration between this post and the last),
2) I was supposed to write a book titled 'Magical Me' and since that seems improbable in the near future, i thought that this piece may act as a substitute and
3) I am always out of titles for pieces in my blog.
Well, i am lazy not only in posting in my blog (which probably accounts for the low readership stats), but in almost everything in life. I am lazy to get up in the mornings, lazy to breakfast, lazy to work out, lazy to study... The list goes on and on. The only acceptable thing for me probably would be to lie in my beloved bed all day (and night!) and read some interesting book.
Which reminds me of two of the books that I read recently. I am not in the habit of doing book reviews simply because 1) i am not paid for it and 2) i don't think anybody would be interested in my reviews. Anyway, just some hours ago, I finished 'The Silmarillion'- the 'prequel' to The Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit. It was a wonderful read. I have always been interested in history, and this book does just that- gives info on the history (mythology may be a better word) into all the characters and events that have been part of modern lore via these books. It took me back to the time when i was reading LOTR. At some instances, it was almost as if I was present at the times and happenings that took place. For lovers of Tolkien, i recommend this book, in case you have not gone through it.
The second book that I went through was also an interesting one. 'The Catcher in the Rye' by Jerome David Salinger. The narration is simple- the language all the more so, splattered liberally with swear words and american slang. The mood of the protagonist is the same throughout- always humiliated and ridiculed, with strange notions and ideas. The characters are interesting too. And the way the narration starts and abruptly ends- i found it really interesting.
Well, that sort of somehow sums up my lazy ways. Of course, i am going to start a new book in short order and am not looking forward to it too much. But i'll have to conquer my demons. That book is also an interesting one, though it didn't appeal much to me in my undergrad days. Well, since i'll have to do it, i'll do it. That book is titled 'Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine'.[:(]. Wish me luck!
1) I am lazy (as evident from the long duration between this post and the last),
2) I was supposed to write a book titled 'Magical Me' and since that seems improbable in the near future, i thought that this piece may act as a substitute and
3) I am always out of titles for pieces in my blog.
Well, i am lazy not only in posting in my blog (which probably accounts for the low readership stats), but in almost everything in life. I am lazy to get up in the mornings, lazy to breakfast, lazy to work out, lazy to study... The list goes on and on. The only acceptable thing for me probably would be to lie in my beloved bed all day (and night!) and read some interesting book.
Which reminds me of two of the books that I read recently. I am not in the habit of doing book reviews simply because 1) i am not paid for it and 2) i don't think anybody would be interested in my reviews. Anyway, just some hours ago, I finished 'The Silmarillion'- the 'prequel' to The Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit. It was a wonderful read. I have always been interested in history, and this book does just that- gives info on the history (mythology may be a better word) into all the characters and events that have been part of modern lore via these books. It took me back to the time when i was reading LOTR. At some instances, it was almost as if I was present at the times and happenings that took place. For lovers of Tolkien, i recommend this book, in case you have not gone through it.
The second book that I went through was also an interesting one. 'The Catcher in the Rye' by Jerome David Salinger. The narration is simple- the language all the more so, splattered liberally with swear words and american slang. The mood of the protagonist is the same throughout- always humiliated and ridiculed, with strange notions and ideas. The characters are interesting too. And the way the narration starts and abruptly ends- i found it really interesting.
Well, that sort of somehow sums up my lazy ways. Of course, i am going to start a new book in short order and am not looking forward to it too much. But i'll have to conquer my demons. That book is also an interesting one, though it didn't appeal much to me in my undergrad days. Well, since i'll have to do it, i'll do it. That book is titled 'Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine'.[:(]. Wish me luck!
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