Since December, I have read an uncountable lists of books, which includes the Percy Jackson and Mortal Instruments series, few of John Green's and Sydney Sheldon's novels and re- read (again) the Harry Potter series. So now more than a routine, reading has become an addiction. I finish one novel and immediately start another one without a break.
For the past two months my latest addiction is Haruki Murakami. I started with the (excellent) 'Norwegian Wood' and then read 'The Elephant Vanishes'.
The latter one constitutes of short stories with rather bizarre events and abrupt endings, which made me put down the book down more often than picking it up. Never before have I felt eager yet frustrated to finish a novel but I can't argue with the fact that it was a definitely good read!
Next up, 1Q84!
When I left Mysore, I bid farewell to its greenery, ever occurring rain and empty streets and prepared myself to say hello to Delhi's infamous heat, traffic, its skyline throbbing with towers and towers of apartments and flyovers winding over all the roads. Of course to witness all these, I had to endure 40 hours of train journey, where I parked myself by the window with my ears plugged by and watched as fields and farms rolled by with the passing minute.
And here I am finally! After six whole years!!
Hello Delhi! and.. Hello to the rains!
I woke up Saturday morning, snoozed my alarm and rolled over the bed making whale like noises to mask my annoyance on the general things any college student will find on a Saturday morning. Such as,
Waking up early,
waking up early on a Saturday,
going to college and
going to college on a Saturday.
Semester was coming to an end, but there didn't seem to be any sign for the work to ever end. With just two weeks left, we had to construct a metal sculpture made out of used old car parts which meant a picnic for my 19 year old self to the city junk yard.
I was excited and was bobbing up and down like a hyperactive 8 year old, only instead of a water bottle around my neck, there was my camera swinging along.
I pictured a huge yard with tyres piled up like mountains and old cars lying around, ready for us to jump on them and swing into a dance number like in High School Musical 3.
Too much? Correct.
The city yard just consisted of 3 lanes cramped with scarp on both sides of the lane with just human heads popping out of it whenever a customer walked by,
the far end had a small workshop for welding the parts together,
and empty spots on the ground were stored with car seats, rusted pipes, car engines or tyres,
It was incredibly quiet too, with no hawker calling us out to their shops, except for the occasional squealing made by the children when they watched a monkey play around on the roofs of the shacks.
It was sweaty, smelly, muddy and grease covered you wherever you touched but
I grabbed my respective sack full of springs, balls and gearings, wheels and engines, ready to change their useless parts into gold, or our type of treasure - a piece of art.
The latter one constitutes of short stories with rather bizarre events and abrupt endings, which made me put down the book down more often than picking it up. Never before have I felt eager yet frustrated to finish a novel but I can't argue with the fact that it was a definitely good read!
