Its a beautiful book about That magical paradise which is really settled somewhere at the end of the world- BHUTAN .Its beautifully written ,at places almost with a lyrical quality to it...with lucid descriptions of the old and now fading traditions of this mystical kingdom and how the author found not only peace and beauty but also falls in Love .....Forever.
One minute back I was lamenting on my lack of inspiration when suddenly it dawned on me that I can write about books, an interest which I had developed quite early in my childhood and in which I am sure of getting emotional pleasure and intellectual satisfaction. And I'll get to read a new book, talk about books will be the icing on the cake!
I don't know if blogs are meant to talk about books or reading considering most of the people, No, ALL of the Indians barring few, don't want to do anything with books and find reading an alien concept. But, I'll blog about books.My first love. My guiding lights.
In Indian popular media, newspapers, television serials, soap-operas, movies, reality shows.... books are nowhere to be seen or heard as if they don't exist in the Indian system. The ideal bahus/betas, heroines/heroes in each and every TV serial or movie arecharming, hard-working, with a golden heart but they NEVER read. Nor anyone tell them to read for the illumination of mind.They tell them to be many things but never advice them to read. Sigh !
I wonder at that life without any idea of such a wonderful world waiting to be explored and them, never knowing about it. What I expect from blogging is peace of mind, expansion of knowledge and contentment which I will definitely find in writing about the books I have read, books which have shaped my life in one way or other and are close to my heart. Today I'll sleep peacefully or not at all knowing I have such a nice job to pursue. I'll start with Chuck and Geck.
Sometimes it feels that when we are on the peak of our abilities and talents we are too lazy to put our thoughts into words, and words on paper.And later when we want to, we simply run out of them! The thoughts, the ideas, time,feelings and ...words!
They say, 'paper is more patient then man' and I took full use of its patience, filled reams of it ! Now, it's feeling tough, like a writer's block, that too, when I am Not a writer !This is what happens you don't get the virtues of a profession but only vices. Hoping for some lucky flash of insight ... Ciao :)