17 April, 2017

Well, how about a different post once in a while? like, apart from the reviews I post almost regularly? Sometimes, I just like lying on my bed, resting my head on fluffy pillow, being all comfortable, listening to songs (soft ones) thinking about random stuffs. It’s exactly what am doing at the moment.

LISTENING TO : Young & Beautiful by Lana Del Rey  ( Cover – Somo).

Youtube Link :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kN0heJbv6to

I love this song for some unknown reasons.

HOWEVER, that is not the reason of writing this article today.

Have you ever been in such a state of mind when the surrounding is least of your interest and all you wish to do is stare at blank space and think about something you are very soon to forget about? Have you ever been in a situation where you want to say so many things but when you open your mouth words seem not to do complete justice to you thought?


There has been times when a random thought passed through my mind but when I try to write it down, I find loss of words, the canvas of words turns blank, the painting I had expected to create through writing remains unfinished.



“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” ― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

21 March, 2017

It seems like years since I wrote any bookish diary. The names sounds so funny. So very funny. Maybe I will change it to something more interesting. It’s not just about the thoughts I get from reading one book. It’s like, the whole lot of thoughts that gather into my mind after days and days of reading different things, going through different situations and living every day of life.

What does life mean? A human is born from another human. He/she grows up seeing and learning from the surroundings. He/she studies, applies for a job, gets a job, finds someone suitable to spend the rest of the life with, has children, a family, goes on with the daily chores till the last breath. Where is life in there? Where did you see a speck of life? A sign that the person is alive? When do we really feel alive? Through daily chores and duties? Through job? Doesn’t the heart ever want to take a rest from all that? I wonder…..Yes…I do wonder.


I do not look forward to reading much poems, though I have a deep interest in love poems or touchy poems. Why you ask? Well, rather I myself am unable to answer this question. It is an unknown attraction that I can’t help but reply positively to.


It maybe because I am rather touchy about love. Today I won’t say much just share a love poem by my favourite poet at the time – Pablo Neruda.

Body of a woman:

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant’s body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.


Hmmmmm…… What to speak of today? Well first and foremost today was quite interesting. So as to speak very stressful on the other hand because my room is getting itself a new colour… this time I got to decide (my father mainly decides the colours) and I have decided to paint it BLUE cause it’s my favourite colour (though black is bae)! This is the reason for the day being interesting. Now why stressful? Well, when it comes to room being painted the first thing that is to be done is to cover up the big stuffs and move out the small ones. To me the “to-be-moved” things include two types of things – 1. books & 2. mugs. So doing this made me feel stressed cause I find myself lazy. Now, having moved those out, my eyes fell on the stack of Agatha Christie books, books by the queen of crime.  Now, what did the queen of crime made me think deeply about? She made me think again about the complexity of human beings. But this time from a different perspective. I wonder how people like Hercule Poirot , Miss Marple, though imaginary characters, tend to exist even in a human mind. I mean, think about it, though imaginary , they have been created out of the mind of the author. How much power does a human mind have to create out of it such extra ordinary people?

Here I am thinking high and low, deep and simple, innumerable things while deciding what to write and what not to, while she, the authoress is there who wrote so many book, each having it’s own high popularity level. I find human mind a very curious, impossible-to-fully-understand device. It’s a miracle how people as intelligent as Einstein had once walked the earth while me, a useless person is sitting in front of the computer writing about “deep” thoughts . The main thing that attracts me about Agatha Christie’s books is not the murders and the murderers but the way the authoress  portrays each character. It is so descriptive that I can even visualize them like real life characters. Thus making me more surprised how such talent can contain itself in a person. 

Is it because of the passion one has for what he/she does? Like singers who has mesmerizing voices, authors whose stories make you jump into an imaginary world, poets whose writings cure the wounds, painter whose paintings seem too extraordinary for just words to compliment.. do they reach such height because their heart and mind work as one? Because they have pushed the mind to extraordinary levels? Is it a possible achievement for everyone? Do we just need immense faith and passion to rich the heights?


So here I am trying out something new i.e., a bookish diary. Now, what is a bookish diary? To me it is a diary entry where I would be writing down certain thoughts that randomly come to my crazy, talkative mind while reading a particular book. I would be adding up articles each day updating my diary entries.

Hope I made it interesting enough for all to take sometime out of their lives to sit down in a comfortable couch, sipping coffee, at ease and read through my dairy entries as also share their thoughts after reading.

Now, I’m currently reading Selfienomics by Revant and my current thoughts are based on the complexity of human beings. Like, the unavoidable differentiation between the rich and the poor. The rich get richer and richer  while the poor become poorer. Then there are the middle class, though they are not particularly the so-called “rich”, they are not “poor”. While we, not we, if I point out from my perspective, I am writing pages after pages, vigorously paining my hands on the keyboard for the blog, the poor have no idea what it is. Even if they get a chance to know, I doubt they would find any interest. I sometimes feel jealous of them. Sounds crazy? Want to know why? Because they do not have scope of luxury and get so little of the materialistic world that they turn all their attention to what they have. Whereas we, again I, who hardly get time to praise the little things that life gives away with open arms. People are so busy with school, college, work and money that what is left of life is an undefined, unreachable leisure accompanied by stress. When we get too much we forget the little things which we should be praising and embracing, don’t we?



Is this what everything means? Is this the meaning of LIFE? Do we really know what being happy means? How  to lead a life worth living? What do you think? How do you feel? Is gathering knowledge, earning money everything? I sometimes wish I could just sit with my family & friends and gossip about random stuffs setting my thoughts free.  But does anyone really have that much time or patience?