Book Lovers' club

A friend of mine, started this whole book pool club at work,what started with a modest figure of 30 books, is now doubled, and the enthusiasm in people is just soaring like mercury. Today, we got into a relatively marginal conversation, on favourite books, and all of a sudden, it was like a huge whirlpool, grasping us in its arms.. The conversation, started off with the current books in our basket, and we ended up with childhood, sibling fights for books. It was fun to see the sparkle in people's eyes, when they talk of something, they are so passionate about. Your passion, engulfs you into this beautiful world, where everything you see and perceive is the definition of your dream life. We were laughing away, as to how, we even tend to forget our spouses, when we enter our book life. What is it, about this passion, which makes you forget your world, and enter into realms of mystery. To me, reading books are more than just a passion. It is a way of life, and to not read, or not blog is like heart attack. The big smile, when we see a discount offer, in Landmark or Crossword, the sparkle in our eyes, when we hear someone discuss a book, we have read makes us feel, that there is so much in us yet to be discovered. There is so much mystery, surrounding our own lives, that in this whirlpool, we actually try to find our own identity. I atleast have a habit of trying to relate to every character of my book in some way. Makes me feel a part of the journey I am reading.

It is very true, that books are the only company who would never betray you. They would impart wisdom and seldom do they distract you from your path. But to those of my friends, who keep on teasing me, to be a bookworm, well, I am proud of being one and I am sure, my lovely book lover friends, would agree too!! So happy reading! :D

A silent Transformation

It is often found that people who achieve even an iota bit in their lives, blare up every single loudspeaker possible with their achievement list. They make sure, that every living soul, they know, is rote with their achievement. Potray themselves to be the future of the mankind, the hope of this galaxy. But somewhere, there are people, who work toil day in and day out. Who leave behind their ambitions, to create a way ahead for the less privileged. To whom, a package of a couple of lakhs is greek and latin, however, what they need an assurance of is a chance to work in the remotest hamlets of India. To them buying a Mercedes is not even on their wish list but are very happy, when they can get a farmer to avail a loan to buy a tractor. I have often heard people say that the world is very selfish, very self-centered. But somewhere near us, in our daily walks of life, there are people, who with a smile on their face, wipe the tears from another’s eyes. People name them social workers, NGO guys, and so on. However, to me they represent the face of India. They are whom we must rightly call Indians. India has always been hailed as a land of peace, of spirituality, of reforms of happiness. And these people bring about this transformation in the lives of crores, who remain unspoken off.. Their problems are generalised as issues of an economically backward India, however these are the problems, which need to top our reforms list. Our lives are so busy worrying about the next appraisal cycle, and how much hike the guys sitting next to has bagged, to onsite plans. We plan taxes, we buy homes, we buy jazzy cars, eat at Dominoes, oh and not to forget try new cuisines, hit the gym, but don’t we have any responsibility towards our country. To our society, the ones who taught us how to live life, the ones who taught us the virtue of equanimity.
My experience of being with the villagers, is I think the best memory of my lifetime. Till date, when I encounter any issue, I remember the words of an elderly lady in the village, I taught. She said “vitthal is the giver, and he is the taker, the thorns in our life are nothing but the stem to reach the Rose”. Such clear and optimistic thinking from an Adivasi lady!! We speak of education, this is the truest essence of all books. The mere essence of vedas, and all the spiritual books across the world. Their smiles are true glimpses of innocence and beauty. I never leave an opportunity ever to visit a village, coz although the excuse is of I teaching them, in the truest sense, I am just an earnest student. Every action and every word of theirs, are my lessons. I am but a mere onlooker at the beauty of God’s beautiful creation.