Category Archives: From a book lover

Diwali Preparation

As much as I love the festivities, I hate the preparations now, right after my hectic travelling and the burden of my work and studies. And yet, I could not have been avoiding it for long, so Diwali right around the corner, I had to get going with it latest by today. And the only part about the unwanted cleaning that I liked today was getting to go through my book collection and soft toys. As I do not have a proper place to keep my books, I have it stacked at my study table and every other place, but I love them all the same.

So here are some of my lovelies-

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PS: I have always loved Noddy 😉

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My Sister’s Keeper

Warning: I might end up discussing the story of the book too.

I was reading, so that I could kill my time, I was reading so that I could have a Sunday on a Monday, I was reading so that I could find out what actually happens to Anna, what about Kate? Will she live? Will she die? How is the family going to take it? How will Sara react when she finds out that her own daughter files a case against her and her husband, Brian? What is wrong with Jesse, their oldest son? What kind of chemistry do Campbell and Julia share, and what exactly is Judge, the dog for?

My sister’s keeper by Jodi Picoult has all the answers to it, and I was on the verge of finding them. Hardly did I know that by then I will be left shattered, once again. I really have lost count how many times a simple book has done that to me by now.

Devouring the last few pages of the book, digging my nails into the covers of the book, I realised that I was almost crying, at least on the verge of. I was battling hard to even breathe by now.

I mean, what, how, when, why???

It is then, that I realised that we have absolutely no control of our lives, we may think, we have, but no, we do not have even a grasp over it. I felt like a mere puppet playing the so called game, life.

We think we can control our lives, but all we have is a most shallow form of control, a simple interpretation of life, when in reality it is far more intense with lot many twists and turns which we can never in our rarest dreams anticipate.

Kate was the one suffering with some sort of cancer, Anna was the once conceived to donate her organs to her sister, then how come this end to a story?

The book is simply about Anna fighting for herself, but in the end what happens is really what I did not expect.

I kept the book aside, pages fluttering with the air, the ceiling fan really creaking down on me, and there I slept with the small lamp switched on, for the lightest hope to cling on to.

 

The Fictional Creation

They say be practical, but what if even that does not help you in life. One cannot expect someone to live with despair all life long, so instead is something impractical, something fictional helps you deal with the situations in a better way, then why not? Is some kind of fantasy makes you smile, some imaginary world hides you away from the harsh reality then why not?

Why not just then dissolve into a fictional creation, get simply lost into an imaginary world, talk to the fictional characters of the book and be happy instead of being the practical one, trying to deal with ‘life’ which mostly has been never dealt with, which ordinarily can under no circumstances be dealt with.

Inspiration

I only write when inspiration strikes. Fortunately, it strikes at nine o’ clock sharp every morning.

-William Faulkner

Reading -A Refuge

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.

-William Somerset Maugham

 

Mystery ruin

I miss something today. Somehow I landed up on this thought today and it has occupied my mind since, kept my face smiling, and my heart overwhelmed.

It goes back to my college days where I was surrounded by people with same interests as me. I wouldn’t say all of them were my ‘friends’ but it was good to have them around, discuss things; share matters and have healthy arguments sometimes. All I am talking about is literature, and mostly reading books.

An episode came to my mind today, where I was excitedly talking about a book to a classmate, and she was shushing me constantly, she did not want to hear a word, did not want to know what I thought, what the book was all about, only because she hadn’t read it. And all this while I was enjoying, trying to tell her what actually happens, how the plot unfolds, what exactly was the mystery. She did this to me too when she would read something before me. In fact all of us did this to each other, it was kind of fun, but honestly we would never tell what actually happens. Why ruin the suspense, right? But it was fun to have them around.

I just miss them today, now that I am no longer among such people, in an absolutely different world. It would be good to just try and ruin the suspense for a change.

Crazy Sunday!

Sunday morning, beautiful weather outside, cool and calm air caressing you, a good book in hand, a warm cup of coffee.

Anything wrong with that? Nope, sounds just perfect. But a perfect day was just not for me.

Instead I decided to be the good girl, and sat with my books to study. I had been delaying it for quite some time now, so there I sat with books in front of me, the lovely weather outside tempting me every five minutes. I resisted the temptation, telling myself that I will enjoy this perfect setting in the evening.

So I studied till lunch time, had a delicious home-made lunch, and then was just trying to set that perfect scenery, I got the book that I was reading, placed the chair beside the window in the balcony, opened the giant windows, and was just about to get that cup of coffee, when..!

When I got a call.

My initial instinct told me not to pick up the call, because that call on a Sunday meant nothing but work!

I picked up anyway, and ended up with a meeting of about an hour.

Sounds fair! So I can come back in an hour and start with that perfect setting, I told myself.

I got ready for that meeting in fifteen minutes within which I had managed to fix myself with another meeting with some clients.

Okay, now I have two meetings? That’s okay, its 3:30 and I can still come home by 6 max.

And then finally, I realised putting off stuff isn’t any good. I shouldn’t have put off that reading session.

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As always, I was kept waiting everywhere, and I managed to complete both the meetings by late in the evening, well it wasn’t even evening anymore when I got out of the place. It was 9 o’ clock and pretty dark.

So I drove home, ate my dinner in silence, with my head throbbing all the while. I was so tired and drenched (Just two meetings, right? Was I over-reacting?), I did not wish to do anything; even the TV had nothing to help with.

Working on a Sunday? Really, why? Why did I agree? That shouldn’t even be a thing! Working Sunday as a concept should be removed from our mind-set.

 

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That is when my dad stepped up, he took me out for a long drive, we stopped for a drink, (a mocktail, of course) and then we drove around a little bit, hardly talking to each other, with soft music playing all the while. Oh my God, that feeling, I cannot simply express how I felt at that moment. It was so soothing.

And then he simply said, “We should do this, more often.”

Oh of course, we should.

PS: Apart from the reading, I also missed being the crazy questionnaire to my mom, over that mythology show. Hoping for that to happen on the upcoming Sunday, but then it’s a week away!