I was on chapter four of a translated version of The Bhagavad Gita when I realised how close I was to it’s postulates when I penned down “A Coup” some years ago. I have since noted striking harmony in the text and the thoughts of current spiritual gurus like Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. This is one reason why I was able to rush through Baruch’s Spinoza in no time.
Just when I thought I’d give up heavy texts for a while, I chanced upon what appeared to be a travel-book. Written by John Binias, a fairly young and seemingly prominent playwright in Great Britain (as it is humorously known by its inmates, quips Binias himself), the book is titled “Loco”, as in locomotion and movement in general, frequent use; I was however, not perceptive to the Spanish slang implying- completely insane. The entire text is based on an inward/outward journey of a young, loco, and independent traveller. It divulges fitting philosophic thoughts of the 21st century without making a fuss about politically correct statements and/or forming biases. It felt rather like a very truthful account of the traveller. Of course, I am not in to writing reviews, but this book, although not light as I had thought, was fresh and comical. Enjoyed it.
September promises to be a busy month which is why I decided to create a log on the first blooming day. There are lots of tests/examinations/deadlines this month and coupled with the monsoon, it makes for one hellish experience. When I grumble about the monsoon, I express my disapproval of rain’s little children– slush, muck, mosquitoes, traffic congestion, power-cuts, delays, potholes, inundation etc. Its the rain that I like.
