Week 14: In being regular

September 15, 2014 – September 21, 2014

Last week was eventful with being busy at work, in chores at home, in finishing a small book, amidst good conversations with a friend, gym and of course some short walks.

During the weekend, I read the book Tuesdays with Morrie on recommendation from a friend. It is a short and tributary memoir of the author’s favourite professor, who taught the author the subject of Social Psychology at University of Brandeis. I have recently been locking horns with some of Brandeis’ personnel on different issue, however this one was a pleasant encounter. You can always trust books to give a pleasant encounter.  Most of the teachings by Morrie, the professor, during the end of his life, which was nearing its end due to ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease, were not really new to me. Coming from an Indian household, and more so from a Hindu household, the teachings on detaching from emotions and world, while indulging in Dharma, Kama, Artha and Moksha, of remembering the fact of one’s eventual death, of acquiring Santosha [satisfaction] from whatever we have were not new to me; however, certain values were entirely fresh such as to build one’s own culture, about forgiving oneself, some ideas on family and marriage et al. The book is made for a nice weekend read over multiple sips of green tea. I do wish we all be students like Mitch, and had teachers like Morrie!

My lessons on Sanskrit continue. I am only reading what I read years ago in childhood days. Therefore, finding it as a pleasant walk in garden of childhood, having fragrance of nostalgia. Soon, the tough lessons will appear and I am braced up for them. However, I would not hurry towards those lessons, until I make sure that I remember most of my basics and can exploit them in manners I already know.

I also happen to start developing a story. A fiction. Not a book, but just a short story. After I figured out the theme, I am not able to make great headways into the story itself. It is a difficult art. To tell a story. In a manner that keeps a reader hooked on to those structured words and prose. I think I lack that skill, rather I know that I lack that skill, but never has lack of something stopped me from pursuit of something.


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