After a long silence..... enlightened

I remember once telling a friend the day I stop reading literature consider me dead. I have read in every crisis in life and I feel reading is cathartic. Though people often tell me my fancy for Marxist, leftist, feminist literature on oppression and depression cannot be considered creative literature. Well I have a very simple definition of creative. It’s not stringing of coherent, decorative, stylistic words. It’s just to create and in that sense we all do it and I believe everyone has a story and they can write. We often get the writer's block either because we believe everything we write is not great in our eyes or the other’s. I personally am a victim of both these tendencies to the extent if someone compliments me I tell them they are candid liars and if someone criticizes me I secretly wish I could slaughter them. Well getting back to my love to read, I have lately not read anything worthwhile and which means to me I am dead or my soul is. I did watch a few movies though, which never happened when I read books and I soon realised I was reading movies too as texts. I guess I read too many inspiring books in the last year , it feels good to suspend the activity for a while. But the mind is not a calm place as I thought it was. I thought shutting down the mind like servicing a computer or car would be healthy for my mind. So I did not blog for a while too ( though I was working my ass off and could not find time to blog- that would be too candid to share)

Mind never shuts down so I could not deceive myself for long. My mind felt more active when I didnt read.It got ideas, penned them down all the while , engaged in dialogues and got clearer and muddled each day.

I feel not reading these days, I am left to my own creations inside my head and I imbibe everything I see, I read in the past and remember. I feel like a sponge absorbing water only to squeeze it out later. Well I fear being dried, like a sponge eventually does. I guess in such situations I would plunge into water and absorb again to resurface and be squeezed and then dry up eventually.

Which in simple words mean I need to read some good books, visit flipkart or Moore market Chennai, book fairs to absorb. It’s amazing how not reading and cooking can make man insane it makes me insane . I am grateful I read stuff academic atleast and its a blessing to see alphabets in Times New Roman and Calibri in my daily world else my world would be a drab . I love this as a routine, and I guess that’s all I know and can do for my bread and butter. I know its been a long silence and my partner has not been active blogging here. But we promise to get back.

Just to entice you all back there’s an interesting travelogue on Sravanabelagola coming up, a book review on desert flower and a sneak preview of a story that we are writing and a feature on the recent events of student aggression in classroom with lots of pics of animals awaiting you. We promise to be responsible and I am not crossing my fingers.