The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga.
It's absolutely fantastic - so different from all the other Indian-authored books on the market right now. It's about a man from the Darkness - the rural part of India - and how he gets to Delhi and makes it big in Bangalore. Completely irreverant, witty, dark, crazy - this book is probably one of the best I've read in the past while. Check it out if you can. It's also been nominated for a Booker -so that's an added incentive...
Selfistan - a land, well webpage, where all you see and read is stuff that I want you to see and read. Inspired by my constant ramblings and thought processes and by Salman Rushdie's quote on Selfistan in "Shalimar the Clown", Ramblings From Selfistan looks at the deeper and the not-so-deep aspects of life as I see it. Welcome to my world...
Monday 22 September 2008
Sunday 21 September 2008
True Ramblings 3 (?)
I forgot about Selfistan for a while - quite sad eh? But that's the truth. Perhaps it was because I hadn't written much for the past few months (lack of inspiration), or perhaps because I was so busy that I felt sleep was much more important (given my many late-night posts, I doubt it though). Whatever the case, I'm not going to make any excuses - because I hate them. I honestly do...Especially those that - ahh forget it.
What's this post about? Well, I don't know - but I hope we'll find out by the time I'm done. Although, if this post is long enough, I doubt I'll mind if it has no coherent thesis or statement or topic for that matter. Unlike the GRE essay question markers, I really don't care. That's a topic I've been examing for a while now - caring. Not in the 'aww I love you sense', but in that other one, related to caring about what people think about you. I think, actually no, I know that I've gotten to a stage where I don't give a bloody damn about what people think about me. Not completely sure whether that's a good thing or not - perhaps it's a mark of overconfidence, perhaps of a realization that what people say about me is not going to change who I am, or perhaps it's a mark of complete folly and naivete (darn - no accent marks). Whatever the case (can you tell I like that form of sentence structure?), I don't care anymore. Think what you may oh fellow human, I'm not changing who I am, how I speak, and what I do for you (caveat alert - unless you're someone I highly respect).
Anyway - I'm in the midst of watching some fantastic SaReGaMaPa videos on YouTube (one of my favourite things in the world). I'm listening to some classical Indian stuff (under-respected like Western classical if you ask me) and these kids - seriously 10-15 year olds - are absolutely fantastic. Listen to this kid - Rohit Shyam - here. Sigh - I wish I could sing like him. And like Aamir Haafiz - who sang this absolutely amazingly wonderful Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan-saab song.
Okies - well I'm going to stop this rambling and concentrate on my listening. Enjoy and remember the phrase...
and i just realized I don't have a label for music. Oh wait - there, I found it....
What's this post about? Well, I don't know - but I hope we'll find out by the time I'm done. Although, if this post is long enough, I doubt I'll mind if it has no coherent thesis or statement or topic for that matter. Unlike the GRE essay question markers, I really don't care. That's a topic I've been examing for a while now - caring. Not in the 'aww I love you sense', but in that other one, related to caring about what people think about you. I think, actually no, I know that I've gotten to a stage where I don't give a bloody damn about what people think about me. Not completely sure whether that's a good thing or not - perhaps it's a mark of overconfidence, perhaps of a realization that what people say about me is not going to change who I am, or perhaps it's a mark of complete folly and naivete (darn - no accent marks). Whatever the case (can you tell I like that form of sentence structure?), I don't care anymore. Think what you may oh fellow human, I'm not changing who I am, how I speak, and what I do for you (caveat alert - unless you're someone I highly respect).
Anyway - I'm in the midst of watching some fantastic SaReGaMaPa videos on YouTube (one of my favourite things in the world). I'm listening to some classical Indian stuff (under-respected like Western classical if you ask me) and these kids - seriously 10-15 year olds - are absolutely fantastic. Listen to this kid - Rohit Shyam - here. Sigh - I wish I could sing like him. And like Aamir Haafiz - who sang this absolutely amazingly wonderful Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan-saab song.
Okies - well I'm going to stop this rambling and concentrate on my listening. Enjoy and remember the phrase...
and i just realized I don't have a label for music. Oh wait - there, I found it....
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