Skip to main content

Why?

I miss the complexity of the book and am tired of the predictability of people. Reading each page of a book takes you to a different realm, and often surprises you with its observations. I agree books are written by people, but why do people remain predictable in life and unpredictable in fiction? 

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    I disagree. Books can be both predictable and not predictable depending on what you are reading. Ditto, people.

    ReplyDelete
  2. ಹೆಸರು ರಾಜೇಶ್,July 16, 2011 at 8:54 PM

    can't say anything about this as it was your personal opinion. i had a different opinion on this issue....

    ReplyDelete
  3. kaustubJuly 18, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    their attitude is predictable but not their thinking which result in fiction book.

    ReplyDelete
  4. WhoAmI?August 1, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    The books which tell unknown, unexpected, unpredictable, complex - not the well known, beaten to death - stories that become popular... and its easy to live with books!

    Complex & unpredictable people are not easy to live with & love forever - they should be left alone to imagine, discover & communicate exciting things to the rest of the world !!

    ReplyDelete
  5. WhoAmI?August 1, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    Even the complex people are beaten by the world around to behave predictably or else they wouldn't survive - its a few brave who defy and live on to make a difference

    ... else, a few more learn to pretend to be predictable in real-life as it relates to other people around, and live a fantastic life with themselves ...

    ...not for nothing complex beings turn out creative genius, if they don't become schizophrenic !!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Caterpillar or butterfly?

'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares? 
8 comments
Read more

Parents extraordinaire

My friend told me a story today while we were travelling in bus. It made me think of human emotions and the ways they are manifested in relationships. On Monday, my friend got into her bus as usual and sat on a vacant seat near an old man. He was bent with age, possibly carrying the life's burden. After a while, he started talking to her, asking about the time and her destination. When the city bus stand came near, he said he had to go to Sayyaji Rao Road to buy dosa, come back near Town Hall to buy churumuri and go somewhere else for some other eatable. She just nodded thinking why he was telling her all this. He then said it was all for his son. My friend asked him what work does his son do, to which he replied 'nothing.' He is well-educated, with good computer knowledge and intelligence enough to work. But he never steps out of his house and this aged dad works for a living, not only looking after his grown son but also cooking for him and lovingly serv...
3 comments
Read more

The next step forward

“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
5 comments
Read more