Songs and Things : I Am That

( songs and things is the title of posts that throws light on my daily life. Why songs and things ? because most recently I have discovered that all the things in our life can be made into songs )





I am that .... that what ? Nothing really special. Its just the best title that I thought for the fiction that I am writing.
Coming back from a week long trip I am realizing that I am lazier. Not any realization of wisdom, of course, I was lazy always.
The painting hovering on the top of this post is Tushar Waghela's. Of all the worthless things that he keeps doing in his life, he is a remarkable artist and following his instincts of doing worthless things he has got a new job these days - of forcing me to write a fiction. Anyway, I was already writing short stories but I have started working on the fiction too.
Talking about life, I am doing nothing really other than watching a TV series late night and getting up likewise in the morning, though its never a morning when I get up, its already noon.

Life is good.

Coming back, for writing this fiction I gave up something. Book reading. Very obviously, I cannot read and write at the same time. Last couple of months, I, very generously, read a lot of books. Toni Morrison, Dorris Lessing, Jhumpa Lahiri, Siddharth Sanghvi, Salman Rushdie, Ronald Laing, Csíkszentmihályi (sorry, copy-pasted, cant even pronounce the name) lingered by the side of my bed these past few days.

Life is really good.

(1) Notes To Myself :- The Kickoff

Yesterday I finally managed to commence the production of my steel re-rolling mill, putting an end to the agonizing & tense days which will be always marked on me & myself. Thought the show wasn't celebrated since I found my self busy in preparation of my younger sister's marriage on the auspicious day of 8th Feb. but still I took my mother to push the button & set everything in motion. My mother whilst all along complained of lack of any Pooja activity but I kept myself unheard of it & came out with a quick reply that her presence alone makes the god's presence needless. All in all, I took my first step in industries (recently motivated by the film Guru) & I am trying my best to make it sure that the show does not ends here.

Also, keeping my vow aside I brought 23 books ( I vowed not to read again ), ordered nearly 10 more. Coming the across the irrelevance of word I promised myself to keep off from any reading material, including newspaper, but last evening while roaming across the streets of town & enjoying the pink autumn wind an idea flashed in to me. I decided to give up my vow & test the limit of extent of reading anything. While I am writing this post Kafka, Tagore, Buber, Kazantzakis & other poor fellow are waiting for me in my reading room with their arms fully stretched. If words are irrelevant then keeping away from them is also irrelevant. When I told this to an intimate friend of mine. He said," You are mad".
Well who isn't ?