Friday, December 19, 2008

Silence...

Blogging used to be such an avid passtime of mine... I'd spend hours everyday reading blogs, commenting, chatting up with fellow bloggers and now, am in this phase where everything I have to say is at the tip of my tongue and doesn't come out... wierd, huh? But that's life I guess....

I have gone back to reading and I have to thank a radio show host for that! She does a weekly show where they discuss books and everytime I listen to it, my to-read list grows. At the moment, I have to read - 

  1. The White Tiger
  2. Piece of Cake
  3. The Book Thief
  4. Annakarina
  5. Swami & Friends - R K Narayan
  6. And many more...

I have already read Brisingr (the third of Paolini's Inheritence Trilogy, which isn't a trilogy anymore), Shantaram, a couple of Chicklits and a fast paced book called Is New York Burning? Surprisingly, after having read Kaavya Vishwanathan's Opal Saga, I thought I'd like this genre but it has disappointed. All the books I picked up have been disappointing and predictable to a certain degree. In fact, the Devil wears Prada was a better watch than read...  what's the world coming to?

Speaking of watching, I have been seeing a lot of movies too... and with lot, I mean it! Averaging to a movie a week and sometimes more... I adored A Wednesday - a good story, crisp narration and fab acting! None of the others deserve a mention though, so I think I'll pass...

If books and movies have been spoken about, music has to come in my post... right? Wrong! I am out of touch with myself when it comes to music. i have gone from being a 'full day music playing' person to 'some days music playing' Can't believe this would happen to me, but it has!

Superflous is stamped across this post in bold red letters. Isn't it? I have been wanting to vent out my anger at the current situation in our country, I have been wanting to rant about the weather, the ill health of family members... but somehow I restrained. My blog is not a venting machine after all. That I guess explains the long silence on this page. I felt, people have died and families have been torn apart, and you want to blog about that fact that kids call you 'auntie'? No, that just didn't seem right. And the impact of terror and recession can be felt on all our lives here, no matter how small.... it is there. 

When the terrorists see the empty malls and shopping arcades and theatres, they know that part of it is due to their threat. In defiance, I want to live my life as before, but with a bit of caution and alertness.... to tell them they wouldn't succeed. But if I do that, is it fair to be celebrating life as before when there are thousands who grieve? A moral dilemma, if there ever was..... I don't have the answers to these questions... I had a long discussion with A one night about this. (A for the uninitiated, is hubby) We had different views on what makes a terrorist, what makes a fidayeen. A senile human can never be the same again after having killed another human. I agree, but brain washing and training can go a long way there. I remember a conversation with my colleague M, an ex Navy officer and a war veteran. He said someone once asked me how many people I have klilled. His reply was I don't know. I never think about it. Coz if I did, that'd be the only thing I think about. And that would be sure to drive me crazy... he had a point there. Perhaps the makers of terror know that as well...   

I did not want this to be a post about morbid things.... and that is exactly what this became.... :(