Special Relationship

It’s been quite sometime since I have developed a special relationship with books. Sometimes I feel it’s quite amazing that a mere book can fetch me so much exhilaration, far more than any modern gadget or friendly acquaintance.
What is a book? It’s part matter, part spirit, part thing, part thought, however when I look back to it, it defies definition. What I believe is, by its nature a book is loftier than most of the common objects in this world.We all know change is inevitable, thus my change of choice also seems to be zeitgeist. Over the years my propensity changed from Famous Five to Sherlock Holmes, from Feluda to Byomkesh Bakshi, from John Grisham to Amit Chaudhari, from fiction to academic. But still it remains my favourite company and tranquilizes my soul. I feel sorry for those children who engage themselves with modern gadgets and have a strange inclination to despise books as an object of boredom.To me a book is a vehicle of learning and refinement, an open sesame to countless joys and sorrows. At touch I slip into a silent world- a world full of virtual treasures, a world that promises a permanent solution to melancholy. To me books are munificent of sky of life where I can find the essence of life.In today’s “tech savvy” world, books have shown considerable demagogy.Man’s devotion and dreams, his accomplishment and aspiration, his inspiration and insight, all are stored in books- wealth to be tapped by all so desire. All humanity has reason to be proud of books, for it shows us our very best. Long live books!

Happy Hour

Sometimes i ponder what we actually want from our life? Does all of us have a definite goal? Or just we’re flowing with time, not destined, not specific. However, after much scratching and brainstorming, i got to know that all of us actually want to be happy, and rest of it is just a mirage. We often says about ambition, career and above all chasing money like a mad dog but does all those hard work bring little calm to our soul? Perhaps no, but the irony is that we are all enlightened from our heart but not elucidate our wisdom through our practice.

So what is actually a happiness? Nobody can define happiness. Different people find the essence of happiness in different things. Some think that money can buy all the happiness, but are proved wrong. Others find happiness in the company of people. Some among them seek happiness in the company of a particular person. They think love is the root of all happiness. The jury is still out on that. Given the rates of divorce, marriage, if not love, is often found to be the source of great misery. A pertinent question is how important is happiness in human life? Wouldn’t we become complacent and lazy if we were happy? Also, can one be happy in our country, where people are starving, fighting diseases, illiteracy and corruption? Perhaps, NO. I read that people living in Norway are the happiest because of the rate of growth of GDP and literacy coupled with low birth rate. Happiness eludes easy comprehension. It lies within us and yet, depends on our circumstances. One thing is sure, for most of us, happiness is the ultimate goal. I can only recall one appropriate quote to close my “frenzy” discussion.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in stranger’s garden.