Throwback Thursday! Abode of Stalwarts!

Books…. my eternal love!

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You are in for confusion when you are in the presence of books. That is how I see it. Just as I walked to the Community Library Center today, my heart started racing. My eyes looked about the book shelves with admiration and love. I was certainly in a limbo with John Grisham and Agatha Christie calling me to break my head over a crime and delve in the intricacies of the crime played out; Nicholas Sparks and Nora Roberts cooing on to be a part of the romantic odyssey; Ayn Rand always calling on to my heart, to admire the objectivity of life; whole section of Classics wooing me to jump aboard the adventure ship of sheer loyalty, pure love and brilliance; then there is Ruskin Bond who entraps me for a moment in the ecstasy of the mountains; R K Narayan and Rabindranath Tagore calling to tell me…

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Endless multiple journeys

I have always been a voracious reader and if I had to be alone at home or wait for someone or something , all I would want is a book; I wouldn’t bother as to why I am here all alone or even remember if I had some work to do.

I have adored books since I was a kid, be it the texture of the paper, the words which dance playfully along with you, the smell of paper, ink which puts you in a different place altogether and the feeling that you are in a world-living multiple lives, living a dream, being a part of so many vivid stories and yet not moving an inch from your place. Hail Imagination!

The power of the word is truly enthralling….. It makes one jump with excitement or quiver with fear or stride along like a gallant warrior or wince at the appalling situation or cry when everything seems lost or love like there is no end to the moment or travel with an eye for adventure to the remote corners of the world or live a free-spirited life much to the annoyance of the society!

It always feel like I have been on many journeys across eras and learned from all of them the beauty of life.

I somehow feel we are what we read and imbibe and that gets played out in our characters with all the right intentions!

I am sure one is never tired of such endless journeys!

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Rains…Plitter Platter

I love the rains!

It ushers fondly memories, nostalgic moments.

I remember the time when I was 10yrs old. The monsoons had begun and I was always excited when the rain god decided that we get a shower or maybe a heavy downpour.

It was one such day, when my classroom turned  gloomy and it was a heavy downpour. It was time for the school to get over and my classmates and me were all set to head out. It was drizzling now but there were dark clouds in the sky.

As I looked for my Mother, she was there standing by the tree with a pink umbrella but she was all drenched.

I ran out to her as I always did, she greeted me with a smile and asked, “How was your day?”

I said it was good.

I then enjoyed our walk back home, it had stopped raining…..

I got out of my uniform and freshened myself and could smell pakodas! There I whizzed past the hall and then dashed to the kitchen and mother gave me a plate of pakodas. I had just begun chomping when my elder sisters arrived too after school.

I just watched the rains, as the corpulent rain drops clattered against the window panes with the thunder bellowing above.

I could see the road had turned into a stream and it was washing away all the dried fronds.

The people staggered on the road, swaying and holding onto their umbrellas against the mighty wind and rain.

The trees held on to their roots but rocked to the gusty wind.

There was an air of indolence at home. Everyone gathered and ate pakodas and listened to the rain which was pretentious against the window panes.

The rains bring on an ambience of nostalgia, freshness in the things around, the gloominess yet being pleasant and brings on an abrupt stop of the busy world, much to the likes of a Pluviophile.

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Right Intentions

“I’ve come to believe that there exists in the universe something I call “The Physics of The Quest” — a force of nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity or momentum. And the rule of Quest Physics maybe goes like this: “If you are brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting (which can be anything from your house to your bitter old resentments) and set out on a truth-seeking journey (either externally or internally), and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared – most of all – to face (and forgive) some very difficult realities about yourself… then truth will not be withheld from you.” Or so I’ve come to believe.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

Well that’s one awe inspiring ideology but I do believe that with the right intentions and with the right frame of mind one can achieve anything and it is possible.

I have come to believe that over the years I have got what I wished for in the truest sense and yes I worked towards it and it is splendid that life presents you those things but as long as it is done with all your heart and mind. I do believe that is the secret of life.

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Abode of Stalwarts!

You are in for confusion when you are in the presence of books. That is how I see it. Just as I walked to the Community Library Center today, my heart started racing. My eyes looked about the book shelves with admiration and love. I was certainly in a limbo with John Grisham and Agatha Christie calling me to break my head over a crime and delve in the intricacies of the crime played out; Nicholas Sparks and Nora Roberts cooing on to be a part of the romantic odyssey; Ayn Rand always calling on to my heart, to admire the objectivity of life; whole section of Classics wooing me to jump aboard the adventure ship of sheer loyalty, pure love and brilliance; then there is Ruskin Bond who entraps me for a moment in the ecstasy of the mountains; R K Narayan and Rabindranath Tagore calling to tell me the essence of life and India in a nutshell; Preeti Shenoy, Amitav Ghosh, Karan Bajaj trying to ensnare me into the world of amazing perspectives and plots of the now; then there is  the section which rolls over, stops me and glares at me in the face-Himalayas, Europe, Ladakh…. I look away hoping to control my travel bug; lastly I hit upon the book which I was searching for Somerset Maugham, thanks to Ruskin Bond for recommending it in his book “Love Among the Bookshelves”. As I picked it up, my mind wandered to the Crime section and Agatha Christie was right into my hand when I checked out and walked out hoping to be there again and going through the same wonderful tour time and again, to listen to the Stalwarts calling on….

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