If I say something, don't believe me till I repeat it for 5 times. I pass some stupid statements even before they form their shape in me. I am always in hurry.. always. I said I'd write at-least once in a month and I hid myself for several months. By the way, 5 doesn't have any significance, it's just a random number below 10.
The point is.. these days.. it is very difficult to think of anything new. Every thought is already thought by a better thinker and a better analysis is made ready. So all one can do is to analyse that analysis and dare not to think more. Hmm..even if one is allowed to think, there is no real value one can add to that initial one. Initial thinkers get too shrewd. It probably gives them the feeling of ruling the world. They leave no place for others. Leaving these irrelevant talk for some other post, let me come back to my usual gossip about home, friends, colleagues and books.
I always wondered in the latter half of my hostel life, why I had been so attached to home. Now I remember everything I missed. Home is a heaven. All the day, when you are either bugged by a bugger or chased by your manager or irritated by some fool you want to ignore, your mom at home will do some magic that you'll forget everything and everyone. Happy and feeling lucky to live with my parents. I wish my sister is also with us. Emotional tone doesn't suit me. Let me stop here.
Hadn't met Nashi till last Saturday. Sowmya arranged a get-together at Lamakaan. "Lamakaan" in short is a gifted house for artists and no-artists. Nashi and me thanked Sowmy so much for having shown us this place. We did some stupid thing too in excitement which will not be revealed for now. Last month, I met my best friend, Bhavani. She hasn't changed at all. She might have been improved inwardly but her behaviour and her treatment of me is exactly same as it was six years ago. It didn't occur to me that we hadn't seen each other for so long. May be that is why I call her my best friend.
Office has become loathsome. I have seen through almost everybody. Some people suddenly become insolent though I don't recall any incident which could have evoked these feelings in them. People just kill each other to show off the little work they have done and nullify the others'. Seriously, some people guide me how to reply to their mail and forcibly make me take their dictation in their favour though I rarely submit. I started disliking Sreeram also. He is not the one but there are some real scoundrels of whom I'm worried about. They wouldn't even let me ignore them and disturb me until I loose my patience and say something they deserve.
I am reading "The possessed" by Dostoevsky. The same is also named as The Demons in some nations. It is a profound satire against the intellectuals who induce the seeds of revolt into ordinary people and drive them crazy for their own benefit. Dostoevsky has the special skill of mixing an ordinary story with most interesting dramatic elements. Praveen, thank you so much for the book. Tell me what do you want in exchange?
The point is.. these days.. it is very difficult to think of anything new. Every thought is already thought by a better thinker and a better analysis is made ready. So all one can do is to analyse that analysis and dare not to think more. Hmm..even if one is allowed to think, there is no real value one can add to that initial one. Initial thinkers get too shrewd. It probably gives them the feeling of ruling the world. They leave no place for others. Leaving these irrelevant talk for some other post, let me come back to my usual gossip about home, friends, colleagues and books.
I always wondered in the latter half of my hostel life, why I had been so attached to home. Now I remember everything I missed. Home is a heaven. All the day, when you are either bugged by a bugger or chased by your manager or irritated by some fool you want to ignore, your mom at home will do some magic that you'll forget everything and everyone. Happy and feeling lucky to live with my parents. I wish my sister is also with us. Emotional tone doesn't suit me. Let me stop here.
Hadn't met Nashi till last Saturday. Sowmya arranged a get-together at Lamakaan. "Lamakaan" in short is a gifted house for artists and no-artists. Nashi and me thanked Sowmy so much for having shown us this place. We did some stupid thing too in excitement which will not be revealed for now. Last month, I met my best friend, Bhavani. She hasn't changed at all. She might have been improved inwardly but her behaviour and her treatment of me is exactly same as it was six years ago. It didn't occur to me that we hadn't seen each other for so long. May be that is why I call her my best friend.
Office has become loathsome. I have seen through almost everybody. Some people suddenly become insolent though I don't recall any incident which could have evoked these feelings in them. People just kill each other to show off the little work they have done and nullify the others'. Seriously, some people guide me how to reply to their mail and forcibly make me take their dictation in their favour though I rarely submit. I started disliking Sreeram also. He is not the one but there are some real scoundrels of whom I'm worried about. They wouldn't even let me ignore them and disturb me until I loose my patience and say something they deserve.
I am reading "The possessed" by Dostoevsky. The same is also named as The Demons in some nations. It is a profound satire against the intellectuals who induce the seeds of revolt into ordinary people and drive them crazy for their own benefit. Dostoevsky has the special skill of mixing an ordinary story with most interesting dramatic elements. Praveen, thank you so much for the book. Tell me what do you want in exchange?
