Of late, the bug of re-reading has really hit me hard.
From books I have re-read over a period of time like says The last of Dusk or
The Clear Light of Day to ones I have read only once like Midnight’s Children
and Lunatic in my Head, I am rediscovering the joy of books I have once read
and its simply fabulous to do it again. The forgotten phrases, those hazy plots
and the crazy characters, all seem to come back and it really makes me glad
that I’m doing something I wanted to do for a long time.
A visit to the Srikalahasthi Temple near Tirupati nearly
made me weep recently. It is truly one of the most majestic temples in India,
with huge pillars, intricate carvings and stones which are centuries old. Half
of the temple has been shoddily white washed, with really bizarre temporary
constructions and wires hanging on arbitrarily. Our immense talent in reducing
a centuries old marvel to a shoddy joke really has no competition. This is the
same temple which once used to make me wonder about the strength of men, to
build something like this when you had no modern tools and then again to
destroy something so beautiful when you have every conceivable modern aid.
I am hooked to Everybody likes Raymond, I don’t like half
of it but am watching episode after episode, guess when the sitcom bite bites,
it bites hard!
1 comment:
First of all it is Everybody Loves Raymond; secondly, you missed the song in the dusk...Agreed, books that you have read are like familiar company, you know what to expect which is comforting in its' own way...From the mood you are in - I expect only re-reads! no more unexpected surprises....
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