of novels and gym...

Oops….sorry for this late uploading, but I went to see my eye doc and he advised me for refraction, to  check whether my F TV love have gone too far and effecting  my eyes. Reports will come on Tuesday, till then I am sitting with my finger crossed and yes watching midnight shows!

Hi readers how are you. To share with you what blasts I did in past few days, when I was out of this blogging kind of stuff, I would rather prefer to share it slowly and on gazing in spaces in my memory. Try to understand yr, I am not that chotu of Panjabi dhaba and will enumerate the dinner menu.

Ok lets think..From where we left..Talking of my reading instinct, I completed "Sea of poppies". I also read "The Broker" by John Grisham. It's a political cum federal novel with little bit of usual toppings of Mr. Grisham hilarious lines. I purchased the novel from second hand book shop. 

For a person like me who is living on zero income, and handling an extravagant girl friend who always think talking on phone is easier than chatting. May be I can't talk, oh no no I am not suffering from broca's defect, actually I can’t express myself by talking. I can type hundreds of sms to her but no airtel idea suits me of "expressing yourself" while talking. Another reason may be that she gets dominated by  the idea that she is far more entertaining than me, by just saying and no hearing while talking to me on phone, because I reply only yes or no..Or any word less than 5 or 6 alphabets. 

Silence is the most powerful scream…but who cares.

Instead of  buying  a book of some international famed writer by paying 300 bucks, I would rather prefer to spend it on buying some music cd's because I think it is the arena where quality matters, quality costs and quality pays.

Another novel which I am going to tell you about, I got it from my old friend. I went to meet him at his place when he showed me his library, which was according to him, was just a cellar but a cellar of books but according to me it was a vast collection.

I don’t know why people are so less confident of their things, places and personality.

I still remember the warden of my boarding school in my 4th std, who was a retired Colonel from army, always said...”Believe in your assets, whatever you have". 

So after so many searches in that shelve I only found one book. The reason may be either most of the books were biographies of some supernatural men who accidently visited earth. I don’t understand why the hell they write biographies, the same thing I asked from one of my friend. "To know them more closely, so that we can learn from them...” she replied hastily. Ok...Let’s think we will or our younger generation will read the biographies and will inculcate The steps taken by them in their daily life. Then my loud and clear question is, "where is our identity?" by simply intimating them, we will not be able to bring out that uniqueness in us for which the nature made us.

 Do Gandhi ji ever read biographies of George Washington? You may not be able to answer this question but one thing you will agree that he simply did what he felt correct and important to do and became a success. 

Reading autobiographies is good because the person narrates his true life, the problems and how he overcame those obstacles. This may help us to improve our quality of life.

But reading biographies which presume the person to be a perfect creature carved in well planned moulds is a waste of resource.

Another reason may be, most of the novels were love stories(the same stale  stories of guy and a gal and inspire handling all dipped pretzels he gets his love at the end) and were written by writers like Chetan Bhagat,Janvir Singh etc. I categories the works as "station works" because most of them are sold as wheelers on railways or bus stand across the country and purchased by tourist and travelers  to kill the time...and do the postmortem of love in boredom. 

Talking about Chetan Bhagat, the worst grammar..feel like spitting. I don’t claim that my grammar is stupendous but a writer of that fame having such a bad grammar like of a mid school going guys astonishes me. But in country like this there is no reason why things work this way. 

My uncles’ driver listen to Akon and Eminem, even though his English ends with few greetings and exclamation and his signature in this language.

Why Rajnikant works in highly literate area of country, even the fools among the movie goers must have asked how an electric pole can bend but never breaks the actor head. How these stupid movies work there?

Many times she asked me why u talks so nonsense and every time I replied that this whole world seems to be senseless how I can behave sensible. 

I understand the human nature of increasing towards higher entropy but this is disorderliness.., Catastrophic.

Senselessuniverse my blog's name evolved around these reasons.

But here it’s like “chalta hai". 

I also read Mr. Bhagat but I never referred anyone the novel, because there are far more better things to read…U can try Arvind Adiga,Tabish Khair, Tishani Doshi, and many others.

Finally I borrowed "The disclosure" by Michael Crichton from him.

A writer known for Jurassic park and Pirating latitudes, both of which are experimented on celluloid as Jurassic park(Steven Spielberg fame) and Pirates of Caribbean(Johnny Depp fame). Both  the movies proved to be big Hollywood moneymakers. 

For Johnny Depp, I felt really sorry for their divorce. So Mr. Depp now can I date Vanessa parades? take her out for candle light(tube light) dinner near Effil tower. ;-)

Please don’t get angry, last time I asked the question from Marc Anthony and he banged my head on counter saying “from Jennifer with love”

The novel is about office and cubicle politics, set in backdrop of raining weather of Seattle. A city known for grunge music, excellent sausages and Kurt Cobain.

Talking about my progress in gym, I am feeling like giving up. In Past few weeks I am constantly pushing the earth down(ready) 30 times and doing many other things with dumbbells. But I am unable to see any change.  At least I can’t have it like Sylvester Stallone but I could have likes of Toby Maguire kind.

Its human tendency to work result oriented. We work only when we see result or have assurance of that.

How can I continue? Except feeling dehydrated in this season and seeing one or two drop of sweat, how can I feel satisfied?