Books

In lieu of a getting a substantial free time with no great plans (and possibility thereof in absence of company) recently, I managed to set aside some time for reading.

I read a book called "11 minutes". Call me shallow or whatever, but only thing I remember about this book is that it is excruciatingly boring. I finished it only for one reason. To punish myself, for starting it.

I read "Its not about the bike"; the autobiography of Lance Armstrong. Have nothing but respect, for the man. I have been feeling this utter need to buy my own bike for some time since then. Sometimes during the night I sit on my doorsteps having tea or just staring in oblivion, when this red light flickering on one of the mountains invariably catches my attention. I appears to beckon me [:)]. Anyways, it is often as easy to distract me, as to distract me to something else. Hence, lately, I've been thinking less about it.

Currently, I am reading the 'Hitchhiker's guide to galaxy' series by Douglas Adams. I've completed the first two parts, out of the four. I like the sense of humor used in the novel. At the same time, it gives me a feeling of strange indifference, about things happening on earth. With all we know, its such a huge place. But for a hitchhiker, its just another station. And in the scheme of universe, just a dot* ! (Plus, while earlier I had never given a thought to it, I feel now that its pretty plausible that life may exist on other planets.**). Apart from that, my status message, for quite sometime now, has been 'DON'T PANIC' written in large friendly letters. Weirdly enough, I've tried to remove it a few times; and each time I have done that, the universe adapted itself in such a way that it actually seemed to fit more than anything else.


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* Well don't blame me, thats what the book does to you.
** And this too.