Amazing collection of poetry. Words really fail me here to describe those feelings after reading such beautiful, poignant, powerful, insightful, and d...moreAmazing collection of poetry. Words really fail me here to describe those feelings after reading such beautiful, poignant, powerful, insightful, and deeply touching thoughts painted so well in syllables on the canvas spread across the spectrum of emotions that humanity has ever experienced. Each verse connects with me in a deeply meaningful way; each poem makes me identify myself in its agony, pain, joy, sorrow, helplessness, and beauty. There are so many verses, lines, and vivid imagery that keep coming back to me in a haunting way.
As I was watching in horror the tragedy of humanity that was unfolding in Japan, my soul was weeping with sorrow in the pain of countless people that were victims of nature's fury. There are so many thoughts that race in my mind: why is there so much suffering in this world? how fragile our lives really are; One moment we are on the top of the world with everything going so well, even the sky doesn't seem to be a limit; the next moment, we are specks of dust floating on the giant waves of the tsunami. How resilient is the amazing spirit of humanity to raise against all odds and overcome adversity in such tragic times in epic proportions, time and again. When seeing our fellow humans in such suffering, our everyday problems, even the life altering, heart breaking agony that we face once in a lifetime, become trivial and trifle in nature.
As I was silently experiencing the shared suffering of humanity, the helpless agony expressed in the poem titled tsunami(perhaps penned during the tsunami in the Indian ocean several years ago)was holding my hands walking by my side offering neither comfort, nor solace, just solidarity:
... the defencelessness of human bodies, pouch-heavy & filled with dirt: mouths with water, hearts with sand.
........ ... lilacs blooming on floating arms, bruised aureoles pollinated by small, buzzing things. .........
the silence, glass-heavy, is dusted by motes. smudges of cloud. translucent, crystal shadows that sail by like ships. no question, no answer.
Wish I had read it a month earlier. O randomness, I can't comprehend thee!
Stuck somewhere on chapter 11. Under normal circumstances, I should have pul...moreWish I had read it a month earlier. O randomness, I can't comprehend thee!
Stuck somewhere on chapter 11. Under normal circumstances, I should have pulled an all-nighter to finish it off. But with my plate overflowing with things of such import, I hardly could afford that luxury now.(less)
**spoiler alert** This is one of the two books that I remember reading under candle light when power went off while I was reading. The other one is A...more**spoiler alert** This is one of the two books that I remember reading under candle light when power went off while I was reading. The other one is A brief history of time. I welled up when I came across a particular story that was really touching: Some family member of a scientist dies a few days before a crucial rocket launch(my memory is really vague, and it might have been a missile test). Not wanting to distract him from this important work, his family members decide not to tell him about the death until the launch gets over. Unfortunately the launch fails, and he is informed of the death in family. He had to deal with the double blow. He goes to Kalam to ask for leave; After informing Kalam about his personal tragedy, he promises to return back to work in two days so that they can work on understanding the reason behind the launch failure.
There are so many unsung heroes in India. Why is Bollywood not telling these stories?(less)
This book came to me very highly recommended as one of the most sophisticated books on the philosophy of life. It's a collection of essays, so I rando...moreThis book came to me very highly recommended as one of the most sophisticated books on the philosophy of life. It's a collection of essays, so I randomly sampled a few of them, and I don't think I have even completed a single essay. The prose is beautifully written, but the content hadn't resonated with me. Most of the philosophical points he makes are based on word play. I'm too pragmatic to get lost in a philosophy derived from word play. I have seen many self proclaimed spiritual Gurus use this technique to charm over the confused masses. These gurus generally don't add to the understanding of life or reality through their talks. From what I have heard Krishnamurti definitely doesn't belong to this category of fake gurus. However his commentaries on living seem to be at the same level of intellectual gibberish. Any philosophy that deals with such complex subjects as life has to base its axioms on reality to make any sense to me. It can't just use clever word play to draw its conclusions. How does it matter what the word 'truth' or 'life' mean? you can't make profound statements on life based on esoteric constructs of human language.
I have read very little from this book and there is a high chance that I have made my judgment too quickly.
[Through Atanu:] Apparently, Ms. IG banned this book because it exposed her father. I hope Indians will wake up to the truth, and shove the dynasty to...more[Through Atanu:] Apparently, Ms. IG banned this book because it exposed her father. I hope Indians will wake up to the truth, and shove the dynasty to the rightful place it deserves to be in.
Not sure if this book is available in the stores now.(less)