It has been on my mind for some time now. I dream, I think, I discuss pseudo intellectual crap with fellow frustrated B school grads. I also follow some fellow travelers lost in the sea of hopelessness and in quest for islands of hope. I hope this blog becomes my anchor point. A place where i can be me.
I hope i dont end up writing for an audience. Which is what i did when i started my first blog. I thought its a way to impress the fairer sex with my intellect and sense of humor. Well its been sad ten years and the way nature has played out my fate, i now know it doesnt work and hopefully will be able to keep this blog true to myself.
Discovered a new author today, Manreet Someshwar. She went to IIMC and wrote a book based on Sikh militancy. I will buy the book and Ilook forward to reading it. I also wish i could meet this author in person. I have thought about meeting authors and artists a number of times. Whenever i hang out in the chai stall at NSD, there is this unique feeling of being in a place and in a group of people who are genuine, who dont do what they do purely for money, but for something bigger than themselves. They become a part of history others in future will read about. It immortalizes a person. So you Mrs. Manreet are an immortal now and i would like to meet you to get some gyan. Inshallah!
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