Sunday, October 30, 2011

The art of doing nothing

Remember the times when we used to gaze at the stars, at the trees, at the passing by cars and just be. We did not need diversion as kids - looking at the clouds and the shapes they form, drawing figures on water split from a bottle and imagining stories, looking at the clothes on the clothes line and assigning names to the shirts and dresses, counting the similar patterns on the mosaic, playing chess on the square kitchen tiles, making weird things from dried leaves and twigs.. oh  how I miss those days. If we did these things during our generation, imagine what our mothers and grandmothers would have done..


There was no need for our parents to inculcate those things into us because there was no diversion, a single channel on tv - playing either crop harvests or monotonous news channels, parents very busy earning money or taking care of the household, but showering love and affection from every possible direction, the world used to begin 3 houses on this side and end 3 houses on the other. 
Agreed - we were not worldly, we knew about the world from books or from stories narrated by our grandmother. These stories and their world were not set in the scenic Europe or the antique Africa but in even more beautiful places in Mythology where heaven and earth could meet.


Will it ever be possible for the little ones now to do that? On their own, NO. 
We need to bring it to them. Create a world where there is some percentage of that world we loved. Reduce their TV time, introduce computer games at a really late stage, introduce books on mythology, and give them some idle time. Let them stay away from all that material for a while. Let them not know what ricj is or poor is, let them not judge people like we do. Let them not categorize people.. let them just love.  Let them get bored. The kid's mind is so imaginative that the idle mind is not a devil's workshop yet.... It is a magical land.







Revolution 2020

Chetan Bhagat's new novel - Revolution 2020 promises a lot but fails to deliver.
Three friends, love, ambition, envy.... It harps on the now cliched - corruption and ambition. It does get exciting and interesting in the middle but loses direction and the protagonist seems to be totally confused in the end.  


Varanasi has been brought to life and the setting is quite beautiful. But apart from that, there is nothing to write home about.


Five point someone had a heart, and two states was a laugh riot. Is this a fitting next to two states? Not really. Would have loved more soul in the story. Seemed too cinematic in the end. Probably Chetan has started writing books as scripts for movies :)