Experiencing a moment right now. It is but a small time gap between what you Feel is Real and what is the Reality. Laugh if you feel like as i did chuckle right now. Felt funny writing such stuff.
It was the day CA final results were due. For a brief moment between imagining the result and actually seeing it, I took the liberty of breaking into my world of imagination. What would I do if I had passed, imagine a Rank. Though it was bliss for me (only I was privy to how I had done the exams) for the people around me (family) it was a nail biting moment. Past experiences were harrowing enough for them as I always used to say " yeah I have done well".
But Bliss it actually was as I had finally managed to Pass.
That was a story with a happy ending. But not always the bliss lasts.
Just the other day husband dearest returned from a trip to Pune. I had mentioned a hundred times that biscuits from Kayani bakery are awesome. I was also aware that Mr. Husband was feeling lazy and most likely would return empty handed. Then when he arrived home, the huge backpack fed my imaginations. Had he really been to Kayani's so early in the morning to bring me back those lovely butter cookies? The smell, taste and crunch of those lovely golden biscuits encroached my imaginations.
Alas!! This one does not have a happy ending. The huge size was due to some porcelain complementary gift given. Ignorance was not bliss.
Right now debating on a similar matter. To know or not to know. Yet the temptation to stay in this blissful moment lingers. However it is bound to happen eventually and postponing is definitely not going to change things.
The final verdict - ignorance is waste of precious time a.k.a. Waste of Life..
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Lost in a different world!!
Okay am not day dreaming, I am just reading a BOOK.
I normally start reading a book with a fresh mind and only when the rare hour of "I don't feel LAZY anymore" coincides. I also prefer the Not so Serious books that are on the SLIM side. That sums up my literary choice. But once in a blue moon something good happens.
Whenever I talk about books I can only remember a piece of prose that was given in an exam for interpretation. It was in class 9 and I do not remember the exact words. I ended up thinking that it was a write up in Friendship as the lines hinted so. Like a puzzle the words were silent about the subject but kept adding wonderful descriptions about it's / his nature. Like it was a person by itself. Something on lines like takes you far away places, teaches you many things, is your best companion etc etc. I was always bad with puzzles.
Its rainy in Bangalore. No downpours yet but just an perpetually overcast sky that threatens to open up any moment. But like a dog with all bark and no bite it just drizzles and frizzles around here. With that said, the dim lights and cool breeze have all the makings of a lazy afternoon nap.
Thus the scene. A book that has been untouched on my table for months together which finally got pulled out on rainy day and which managed to make me change my ways.
Yes, it was late in the evening after I had napped a while. It was a boring evening with rain clouds waiting outside. It was also a dark evening with sun hiding in the sky. And then it happened.
If I had to praise this book, I'd be out of words. From the first word it had me hooked. On my first sitting, between all my work and breaks I skimmed through the first chapter. It plagued my mind all night and it stopped only when I resumed reading the next day.
As I flipped through the pages, word after word, I found myself lost in it's world. Though I was sitting at home, the visuals of the lone pomegranate tree atop a inverted bowl like hill, smell of freshly baked NAANs, finger cuts from the glass coated kite flying threads seemed REAL. I could see Hassan and Amir in flesh and blood.
As I addictively scour the pages wishing their company to last, I am also equally amazed at how beautifully a story has been told. I only wish if I could something half as good.
The Kite Runner.
I know I am very late at reading this but it's said " better late than never."
I normally start reading a book with a fresh mind and only when the rare hour of "I don't feel LAZY anymore" coincides. I also prefer the Not so Serious books that are on the SLIM side. That sums up my literary choice. But once in a blue moon something good happens.
Whenever I talk about books I can only remember a piece of prose that was given in an exam for interpretation. It was in class 9 and I do not remember the exact words. I ended up thinking that it was a write up in Friendship as the lines hinted so. Like a puzzle the words were silent about the subject but kept adding wonderful descriptions about it's / his nature. Like it was a person by itself. Something on lines like takes you far away places, teaches you many things, is your best companion etc etc. I was always bad with puzzles.
Its rainy in Bangalore. No downpours yet but just an perpetually overcast sky that threatens to open up any moment. But like a dog with all bark and no bite it just drizzles and frizzles around here. With that said, the dim lights and cool breeze have all the makings of a lazy afternoon nap.
Thus the scene. A book that has been untouched on my table for months together which finally got pulled out on rainy day and which managed to make me change my ways.
Yes, it was late in the evening after I had napped a while. It was a boring evening with rain clouds waiting outside. It was also a dark evening with sun hiding in the sky. And then it happened.
If I had to praise this book, I'd be out of words. From the first word it had me hooked. On my first sitting, between all my work and breaks I skimmed through the first chapter. It plagued my mind all night and it stopped only when I resumed reading the next day.
As I flipped through the pages, word after word, I found myself lost in it's world. Though I was sitting at home, the visuals of the lone pomegranate tree atop a inverted bowl like hill, smell of freshly baked NAANs, finger cuts from the glass coated kite flying threads seemed REAL. I could see Hassan and Amir in flesh and blood.
As I addictively scour the pages wishing their company to last, I am also equally amazed at how beautifully a story has been told. I only wish if I could something half as good.
The Kite Runner.
I know I am very late at reading this but it's said " better late than never."
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