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And that explains, why I seem to love conversations on a podcast. They represent what I miss quite a bit in my life. Stories, life experiences, the sharing of these tales.
Instead I am often surrounded by uni-dimensional folks (and I am guessing I am that too).
With stories, we can connect. With conversations, we can bridge. With a shared context, we can overcome.
In the past few years, I have noticed that the world around me is slightly amiss. My own ecosystem, I mean.
Let me explain - what "amiss" means. It means bereft of color and character. I have struggled with it, but never come to correctly point out what it was. What was it, that represented "color and character" and hence was amiss.
So kept hunting for the missing sauce. And then one day, a few months ago - I was reading some anecdote on twitter, and it occurred to me. The epiphany.
The world around me, my ecosystem is bereft of stories. Everyone is on a treadmill (so am I), everyone is going somewhere (so am I), everyone has no time to stare or pause (me too).....and yet no one has stories. No one has memories.
Our memories are a blur, our photos as a cess pool. Our digital apps are cringe. And the real stories are missing.
A world without stories being shared or spoken is such a quaint place. Its without character and color. Its what is amiss.
As you see the world around closing in, its interesting to take a pause. And dream on.
Dream on, about what?
About the stories that we constantly tell each other, and also about the stories that we never tell each other.
Loved this little gem of a book, written like a part memoir, part tale.
Shows how broken Kashmir is, and how traumatic is to those caught in the war.
At 216 pages brings my 2022 reading total to 1374.
A book about writers from Kashmir writing in their version of the land and its current state.
Despodent, desolate and yet about hope. For a future, where we all live together to share this planet.
Read. Think. Reflect.
At 277 pages brings my 2022 total to 1162 pages.
In the modern world, the sense of isolation, the sense of being nowhere, and yet everywhere - is almost complete.
One day, I will return to the real world. Reminds me Queensryche singing, "Real World"....one of my favorite songs....from the movie Last Action Hero.
This book is a memoir written by a person who fought his personal demons. And he describes the demons as he sees them. Everyday in the closet, the shape shifts.
Need I say more?
I have not read a book like this. Deeply disturbing and yet so enriching. I came out more aware of myself, of the world around me.
I felt as if I have known Swadesh Deepak forever. What would I not give to know him?
A book that transforms your insides.
Go for it. At 360 pages brings my 2022 to 885 pages.
Image from Hindustantimes.com
As we finish the first months of 2022, I realise, that my life has been a blur. I feel I am filling time. Its a sense of deep loneliness, a deep sense of knowing that this is not my race is.
We choose a world, we paint a canvas. And yet at times, we dont like what we have painted. Or what we are painting?
Should I discard the canvas, and start all over again?
Silence is my new best friend.
I can listen all day long to Amit Trivedi unplugged singing "Zinda" from Lootera.
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