Simple pleasures in life…

a nap in the sun… discovering a new friendship… sunset… coming home, and knowing you’re welcome… getting a friendly smile from the good looking stranger without you doing anything… taking a walk outside with a cool breeze blowing over you, and making you feel naked… children as they are… dreams… looking at old photographs… a kiss, a hug… a compliment… laughing till your belly hurts… waking up early and feeling great… tea, ceylon indien, after a great dinner… reading all your old posts… bike ride… trips with friends… smelling rain… receiving overseas mail… delights of the good book you finished… hearing from your old crush… the realization that men are totally capable of crying… watching someone sleep… the smile on receiving presents… the feeling that everything is in your control… the feeling when you finally tell someone the truth… to finish your project… to live life… and yes finding a new reader & new comment in the blog post [ ].

Small things with great love …ammu’s

Never again will a single story be told as though it’s the only one.
Arundhati Roy’s… The God of Small Things.

Actually, I myself didn’t find it to make up much of a story but it surely makes up one among the best books I have read. Brilliantly written picturing the invincible innocence of childhood.

Roy’s prosaic style of writing, beautiful frame of words, ‘Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age’, simply spuns me in. The way she puts life into the characters is so amazing, so imaginatively real. With every page, you find you are still deep inside it, in her world …with Ammu, with her Mol and Mon, at Kottayam, at the Ayemenem house, at Paradise Pickles smelling pickled mangoes and scarlet banana jam, in the wet rain, at the banks of Meenachal with fish in it, at the History house, with God of Small Things.

It’s not what she writes but the way she writes, writing for the sound of writing, of magical language, of sheer joy of words, of letters on the paper. All the paragraphs feel so inter-wined with no chronological time, one could never prize the intimate impact of a passage.

It’s the first time I m reviewing a book …somehow couldn’t resist writing about it. With some walk of life, I really want to see this imaginative real world.

And for the title, wanted to get that engraved (for no specific reasons) on the new iPod nano I bought. But then, Amazon didn’t want to offer it to me. Pavam illea Ammu (njan).

Back

I know …the longest absence of posts over the past few days rather months.

While I did stand behind my previous post, there were actually hell lot of things to write. I have definitely gotten a lot of work done in the last 2 months.

To update you, finished with the submission of my thesis to IEEE ICME 2007 …sounds as is, jus fabulous and now I m here, fingers crossed. Had a very long relaxing vacation back home and caught time to think about my priorities, went traveling to Bangalore and Chennai …had a terrific time with the loved ones. And yes, did lot of shopping.

Now that I m back to Munich, I m all recharged again for work, studying, blogging, swimming and skating.

I m even more glad that I m back to life.

Current mood: Very happy