Watership Down

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“There is nothing that cuts you down to size like coming to some strange and marvelous place where no one even stops to notice that you stare about you.” 

Watership Down was a thoroughly enjoyable tale of adventure and coming-of-age, and highly misappropriated as a children’s book.
The book tells the story of a group of rabbits who move out of their warren, journey far and wide, often meeting great perils, to arrive at Watership Down – their new home. But the story goes on because: Continue reading “Watership Down”

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Shifting Sands

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Traveling through the primal lands of Western Australia where I didn’t expect to find much except desolation, I strangely came upon a site which linked directly to the title of this blog. The Shifting Sands themselves – in a pristine white, so soft to the touch. Their charm was enhanced against the backdrop of a beautiful Australian sky – stark blue streaked with a dreamy white. The wind softly carried the sand, just enough to keep the edges of the sand dunes blurry and illusive. Continue reading “Shifting Sands”

To the lighthouse – Virginia Woolf

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It has been a long time since my last reading of Woolf. In the past, I have liked her writing, but never felt a connection to it. I first read ‘To the lighthouse’ more than ten years ago, at a time when I was experimenting with a lot of reading, devouring many words, without always understanding the subtext.

Reading it now, was like reading a different book altogether. I don’t know if the story has changed over time, or  if it was some background of modern philosophy, or Michael Roth’s lectures in Coursera, which made me see things differently. But I can not remember reading any of this story now in front of me. I remembered Mrs Ramsay, yes, as a benevolent mother figure, slightly overbearing and meddling. I remembered Mr Ramsay – a foul-tempered patriarch. I perhaps remembered the whimpering child who so wanted to go to the lighthouse, but was denied this pleasure for many years. Continue reading “To the lighthouse – Virginia Woolf”

Anomalisa

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Charlie Kaufman’s movies are always strange. So, going in for Anomalisa, I was prepared for strangeness – but even then, the strangeness unsettled me, as it was meant to. Kauffman uses the strange to exaggerate the common, but also to better highlight the distance of alienation. Continue reading “Anomalisa”

Too loud a solitude – Bohumil Hrabal

When I start reading I’m somewhere completely different, I’m in the text, it’s amazing, I have to admit I’ve been dreaming, dreaming in a land of great beauty, I’ve been in the very heart of truth. Ten times a day, every day, I wonder at having wandered so far, and then, alienated from myself, a stranger to myself, I go
home, walking the streets silently and in deep meditation, passing trams and cars and pedestrians in a cloud of books, the books I found that day and am carrying home in my briefcase

A small volume by Czech writer Hrabal, Too loud a solitude is a love story. A love story with books, and strangely a love story with work. It is ironical that the protagonist destroys both his loves constantly, because each love comes in the way of the other. Continue reading “Too loud a solitude – Bohumil Hrabal”

My library of shorts

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I am a lover of short stories, and I constantly keep my hunt on for them. I enjoy them most in their online form – mostly because I can easily return to these versions.So here is what I think I will do in this post. I will list down all the short stories I find online and slowly build up a collection. I will try to rate them as per my own interest, and if possible, review some. But mostly, I will just curate the ones I like. I will pin this post and keep adding to it as I go.

Even if one reader stumbles on one beautiful story from this page, it will be worth my time.
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The original question

The question of how the Universe began is to me the biggest question of our lives. It is something that puzzles us, astounds us, makes us spend hours pondering, debating with people around, mostly pointlessly. Because we cannot answer this sitting in the drawing room. (Though it is strange that a question of that magnitude cannot be answered through field studies – the answer, if at all, will come out of a drawing board or a computer someday) It inevitably runs into the question of belief – whether God or a supreme being exists, one that made the grand design, or whether it all came into existence out of nowhere, through some yet undiscovered scientific phenomenon.

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