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SERENDIPTITIES IN SUNDAY MORNING



I like reading the Sunday Morning edition of the Hindu, particularly Columnwith and Book reviews. One of the writers who write in Sunday Edition is Keerthik Sasidharan. Today, he has beautifully caricatured "The Purpose of Keeping a Diary", in his column he explains this phenomenon as an act of unburdening, like Kafka did when he announced in his dairy, "Germany has declared war against Russia" on August 2, 1914. Similarly, Ruchir Joshi has portrayed "A Day in the Digital Desert". Can we live a day without a phone, television, or camera? Why do we rely on Digital gadgets more than friends and colleagues? Mini Kapoor is ready to sketch a reading journey of ours. In Book review section I get atleast a clue about what is being written and thought off. One of my friends has written a book from the Last Man perspective, and in the morning, has sent me his manuscript. I'm feeling blessed to have all these literary companians. I'm not willing to be addicted by India-Pakistan cricket match; one game is already being played by the statesmen of the both countries. Either to talk or no talk! One thing is clear, every Sunday morning is an space rather time to contemplate where have I been through. May be, that is why Althuseer writes, "Man is an ideological animal" (Althuseer). If idea is divorced with reason and creativity, vulgarity takes place in the name of Idea. 

Every direction has some merits to count on, but staying in the dilemma of directionlessness is no blissful place to stay or contemplate upon. Literature is one of the paradises many saints have acclaimed through his or her meditative journey. Its fictionality has capacity to reveal what is unapproachable to our senses. "Only fiction reveals the true writer" (Derrida). Without having this leisure to think and create why do we exist at the very first place? Some people are too reactive to our sense of humour and life style, may be they like to have a uniform meaning of life, which is not the case. Life is not what we think, but what meaning we give to it. Left, right, centre are our blindspot. The true spotlight is invisible from the lense of a renowned author. True wisdom is always a subjective idea. Uniformity is nothing but immitation, which robs our true identity. Even Facebook is being used for different purposes. One of them is naturally a self advertisement, and I'm no exception of it. To read and create fiction means; it reveals at least what you are not at the moment. I'm signing off with these arbitrary words. Have a Great Sunday; I don't know if my wish has any  effect !!!

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