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My Life In Books.

General World XLNC Time Fiction Myriad Tiaras | By Aditya | 2014 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   
The course of life that I've charted upto now is filled with books. Books which inspired me, motivated me, made me wonder and also some books which made me feel sad and depressed.
All the books in my life! 

I've read books which range from crappy Chetan Bhagat shit to Dostoevsky. From Nietzsche to Ayn Rand. From Art of War and The Prince to religious works like The Bible, The Quran and The Bhagvath Gita. And I must say that all of them have inspired me in some way or the other. Some positively, some not as much.

I remember reading the religious books I mentioned soon after I finished my 10th exams. They changed my perspective about God, love, morality and the purpose of life. But today I'm not religiously inclined nor am I too spiritual - heck, I could easily be classified as a staunch atheist for all intents and purposes. But these books made me take up such a stance about God and religion - all these books had conflicting points amongst themselves, so I chose to remain religionless for a large part of time from them on.

During my Bachelor's I started reading other philosophical and radical books - books by Nietzsche and Ayn Rand. Nietzsche didn't have as much as an impact on me as Ayn Rand's Fountainhead - I must say it screwed up head in a lot of ways and I actually ended up being too Objectivistic for my own good. The book was followed by long periods of introspection, rejection of normalcy and manic depression. (Read my initial blog posts and you'll see the connection!)

Anyway, after the long and dark night of Objectivism came some amazing books like Dostoevsky's Brothers Karamazov - this was one amazing and profound book. It's among my favorite books of all time. And also Shantaram - which too is a personal favorite of mine.

In between Religion and Roark came Nietzche's Beyond Good and Evil and during that time I was inspired by Nihilism and Existentialism.

So from a outside perspective you can see how I went from being religious or spiritual (while reading The Quran, The Bible and The Gita) to learning about the meaninglessness of life (Nietzsche) to being self-sufficient and reclusive (Ayn Rand).

After all these books, came a period of lull - I stopped reading so that I could stop being inspired by every other book that came my way. I shifted to science, Wikipedia and gaining knowledge, I learnt new things about life, morality and death and I started searching for purpose and aims and goals - but didn't find any. Science was a good way to sidetrack from all the philosophy I crammed into my brain but it didn't provide the answers I was looking for.

Then came the fall - After I lost all hope and was feeling as hopeless as I ever could (a year ago) I went back to square one. I started reading the old books again, retracing my path to get a better perspective and to get a deeper understanding as to why I behaved the way I did.

I just finished rereading Shantaram a few months ago and the circle you could say is complete. I've learnt from all the mistakes and I can see where and how I went wrong with all the ideologies and viewpoints I had. Now I start afresh. You could as well say that I have started a new life altogether.

My next few posts will elucidate further on the various books I mentioned in a more detailed manner and will reflect not just on the contents of the books but also on my state of mind while I read them.

P.S. - In addition to the books I mentioned, I also read works of Khalil Gibran, Khaled Hosseini, Rushdie, Orwell, Tolkien, Kafka, Nabokov and Orhan Pamuk.

Paradox Of Fiction

XLNC Time Life Fiction | By Aditya | 2013 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   

Dateline - August 4, 2012

We were both glad to be meeting each other.
She walked in with a smile on her face, glad that I was there.
And so was I.

She later spoke about life, the people in it and what she aspires from it.
And I of my past, my memories and the people I missed.

It was twilight.
She was pleased that she had found what she was looking for.
And I was relieved to find what I was looking for.
She had rediscovered forgotten memories.
And I had found trust. And a friend from half way around the world.
And in a mysterious way we were both contented. Comfortable.

I thought that if there ever was forever - this is what it is supposed to feel like!

No expectations. No preconceptions. Talking. Reminiscing. Not knowing when we'll meet like this again.

And the moments were sewn together so magnificently that the threads which held our memories blended into each other perfectly with no way to set them apart.

But as much as we wish to pause time and cling on to the instants that make our lives worth the pain, time shows us that everything must change and we must move on.

And so here I am... sitting in the same place where I had started. And she in the same place she was before the journey.

But we both reached a place we were not so sure of discovering at the beginning - Happiness!

P.S. - This post is heavily borrowed from an article I read a long time ago on Facebook... So all credit and apologies to the original writer.

How Does A Story End?

General XLNC | By Aditya | 2013 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   

It seems to me that when stories are written they start off being very detailed and articulate. They have all these different characters with each having stories of their own and then their own emotions and how these characters develop and change forms the crux.

But how does a story end? Do things get better or worse? And is the end that important? When I write stuff I don't care about the end. But when things get too complicated and hypocrisy seeps in I end stories.

But what good is the end? And do the stories really end? I could write about a king slaying a dragon and end it there. But what next? The story doesn't end there. Just that part of it does.

As a child I used to imagine what happened to those kings and knights. What happens afterwards, do they truly live happily ever after? Do they lead successful lives with no more misery?

Stories end when we stop reading and stop thinking about the characters. For me stories never end. I might forget them for a while, but the stories and characters will always exist... And I always hope they are as happy as the stories they are a part of say they are!


XLNC | By Aditya | 2012 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   

1. Without ever ending; eternally: to last forever.
2. Continually; incessantly; always.

3. An endless or seemingly endless period of time.

Forever is nothing but a word – a remark, an expression – it holds no meaning.
There exists no such thing which can last forever. Nothing.
And that is why we cherish and cling onto our moments and memories like a treasure.
The memories and reminiscences we deliberately or accidentally support our lives on and struggle and attempt to be a part of.

The recollections we strive so hard to store and stock up in the concealed corners of our hearts.

Yet in the same depths of our hearts we very well know that, even in these seemingly safe crevices, the memories are not safe and will ultimately slip away and be lost to the vast expanses of emptiness.

Our prized memories will, someday, drain into the infinite voids of eternity. And so will we along with the entire universe we live in and also everything beyond it and not bound by it.

And that makes our times here much more fascinating and precious. And it is something that should drive us forward and motivate us rather than hold us back. This chance opportunity called LIFE is the most beautiful adventure which we as humans can cherish and enjoy. 

Mors Certa, Vita Incerta - "Death is certain, life is not."

Of Beauty, Beasts And The Beholder

General World XLNC | By Aditya | 2012 Trackbacks (0) Add comment   
Beauty is a characteristic of a person, animal, place, object, or idea that provides a perceptual experience of pleasure or satisfaction.

What does this definition actually imply to us though? It tells us that beauty is a notion of all our perceptual senses. Not just our sense of vision!

What makes people crave beauty is beyond my perception though! And contrary to as is often said, I feel, beauty does not lie in the EYES of the beholder but in the MIND!

A cockroach, for example, is deemed to be ugly, repulsive and outright hideous. Yet it doesn’t care how it looks, it goes about its business as usual. It doesn’t want to look more attractive, it doesn’t care about being beautiful. It has evolved itself to its present state and is happy with it.

Yet we humans don’t even have the basic commonsense that I feel a cockroach has and label people at will as being attractive, beautiful or ugly. If I look hideous there is nothing I can do about it. Let me rephrase that to - I don’t want to do anything about it. That doesn’t mean though that I’ll wear tattered clothes and run around with unkempt hair.

Our mind is so attracted to beauty that we distinguish people based on it, which I feel is ridiculous. There have been innumerable people in history who were, as most people would classify, ugly. Abraham Lincoln was considered to be a very ugly human being, let alone being the ugliest President of the United States. Albert Einstein was considered ugly as was Gandhi – the Mahatma (which translates to Great Soul and not to great looks or great beauty).

Yet no one cares now if any of these people were ugly or beautiful. All people cared about, and still do is, how these men were from the inside – incredibly selfless and noble.

Vanity is, in most cultures, considered to be a deadly sin. So why do we give it unnecessary importance? Why beauty is so pointlessly glorified is something I cannot understand? I don’t care if a person is beautiful, ugly or even monstrous as long as the person and I feel comfortable with each other. And this was the basic essence of the legendary fairy tale “the beauty and the beast”.

I could be the most handsome human to have walked on the planet and yet have the ugliest and most repulsive thoughts in the entire world whereas Gandhi and Lincoln, though ugly as most people say, had the most beautiful thoughts about the future of mankind.

The fact that a person feels ugly and tries to change themselves is disgusting and I would call that thought as being ugly, not the person’s appearance.

I seriously wonder sometimes whether the world would accept a person who doesn’t accept him/herself.

And as, my favourite Superhero vigilante, Batman himself famously stated – it is what you do that defines you!!

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