Warning – This post may not have any sense of direction. I’m just wanting to pour out a few things and hence may sound like a rant. You might want to stop reading here. I’m positive. You’re not missing anything.
Once upon a time, I was thinking the only joy in the world was reading. Slowly movies started octopusing my life. Reading was a joy even then. Now, there are just too many interests and as one quote goes, “It’s only the human who complicates his own life”.
While there is so much to read, I’m starting to feel embarassed when I realize, that I’m typing more than what I read. As Internet expands, the information overload increases and you don’t feel at ease when don’t catch up with the online world even for a day. For that matter, Ignorance is the biggest bliss. Earnestly, I’m trying to get back to the world of books without any interupption to my love of online world. I’m trying to pay equal attention but it sucks. With a lovely, confronting techie job in the day and the few hours that I get to surf the web in the night, my reads have reduced to a unit of tenth. The pile of books that I want to read but haven’t, keep increasing. Especially reading fiction has reduced to zero and I think I’ve lost the innocence to read fiction. For someone who had tried to read as many Wodehouse or Chase as possible, sitting through even Da Vinci Code seems tough now. Though Da Vinci Code follows some of the tried-n-tested methods of thriller fiction, I felt there was nothing big that was going to happen. That zest to complete it wasn’t quite there.
As the blog world is fights a worthy war, here is me fighting a different war to shut myself and read a book in a strech. Let’s see, if I can do that. Will update more , but for now, back to books.