I’m sorry for not replying to any of the comments or not being on the blog for two-three days. The net is not working at my place and one or two minor problems are making me feel left out of this part of my life.
Meanwhile, I’ve been reading a lot different stuff these days. Completed, ‘The Namesake’, ‘Atlas Shrugged’, ‘Alice In Wonderland’ & ‘The Bridge Across Forever’ recently. There are quite a few things on my reading list, My Name is Red; Red & Black; The Horse Whisperer; Schindler’s List; The Last Mughal and more. Plus there’s poetry by Neruda & Cummings I want to live – all credit to maddie, and my usual dose of Urdu & Hindi poetry. Haven’t even gone through some of the books I got from the book fair last year, most notably Yugandhar. There’s a good journal on net, The ThreePenny review I recently stumbled upon. Added to all this are my blogroll links, which I visit and print the best of the lot, reading them at leisure.
Dee has finished ‘100 years of solitude’ just last week and she’s hell bent on me reading it first. But then there’s ‘The Fountainhead’ also. From next Monday, I’ll be starting either of these two.
So, these days I’m not following anything structured like a novel. There are some editions of ‘Samkaleen Bhartiya Sahitya’ – the bi-monthly magazine published by the Sahitya Academy, to be read. With its each issue housing the best in Indian Literature across a variety of Indian languages, I’ve my hands full.
All this means, you’ll get a lot to read on our other blog on wordpress, provided we get time to post it all. I’ve already posted some wonderful poetry there. With Dee also joining in, we welcome you to share the best that we come across in our reading journeys.
P.S. The evening I thought to wait for Mr. Marquez, Mr. Conrad called me to read ‘The Heart of Darkness’. And it is excellent. About one-fourth I ventured with the narrator last night, and am glad I did. Will keep you updated once the net comes to life again.
Keep dreaming.
yahan sab hain sab se juda juda
suno dhyan se
ke khada hona apne pairon pe
seedhe, tan ke
bina jhuke, bina taqleef
nemat hai bohat badi
aur ye jo jadein hain tumhari
samajhna keemat inki
beshkeemat hain ye
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main samjha ye baat
jara der se
an attempt at translation, as always, in the comments section 🙂
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.