On my way back from Bangalore, got down from the train at Mysore railway station. Standing there in the brightly lit station, memories started floating around me. All those intangible memories of my years in Mysore suddenly became tangible; things I could touch, feel and hold in my hand, looking at them with a new perspective.
Standing there with memories whirling around me, a lot of complexities of my earlier association with the city started unraveling. Guess it happens to others too, that as years pass by, they understand things in clearer ways than before, feel them differently and finally learn to let go of nostalgias.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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