In April 2021, I took my first driving class. Since then it was roller coaster ride in personal life. Finally in August 2022, I restarted my driving practice in Maruti 800 with my sister. This was my first time on a vehicle. I lacked road sense, had loads of unknown fear, feared every tiny thing on road. Even a slightest noise or sound while driving would startle me and if sound was from back, I would turn back. Then began my sister’s wedding preparations in March 2023. Now there was no choice. We were in road almost 12 hours a day. Driving to charminar, banjara hills, jublee hills, secunderabad all over the city. After couple of days in Maruti 800, we switched to Baleno. Summers were unbearable without ac in car. My gradual practice in baleno suddenly turned into drives to begum bazar, late night koti market along with my sister. Towards the end it was solo driving to all kinds of narrow congested roads in kushaiguda market for paper plates, water bottles, nagaram for ice cream, ecil ...
Probably one of the worst books I have read over time. I don't recommend it to anyone. Thankfully it was a short book of 250 pages around. I couldn't bear more anyway. It was published in July 1991 and I am reading it in December 2017 during my Masters in United States. I believe many things have changed since then. The pun and jokes comparing American life and Indian life have become commonplace. They didn't give me those laughs where it was intended. Also, really hated the English of Gopal. I know that poor Indian english was intentional but I didn't like reading it. It made reading little slow. These days, I don't think anyone talks in such poor english anyway. It is a
Life is beautiful. Why do we say something is beautiful? What is that thing that is actually making something beautiful? It is the life/prana in something that makes it beautiful. For example: you look at a dead dog or a dried vegetable or a dried leaf you wouldn't say it is beautiful. If you find yourself saying it is beautiful then probably there is some prana/life-force left in it. Eg: Stone has 1 unit of life, so we say stone is beautiful too. This is my journey from a log of wood to a life of wood. Back in 2017, a friend said let's walk through this street, it looks beautiful. I replied what's in this street! These are just trees and shrubs. All I can see are leaves and wood together forming trees. What is so beautiful about it? I have seen several such trees before. They are all the same. It's the same sky, same blades of grass, I have been seeing it since I was a child. Infact back in 2000's I have painted these blades of grass observing them for hours. To be...
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