I am happy to report that I am home for the holidays. Home now means a specific location, it means family and an address. I don’t think of the city as my home really, I have been gone quite a while. The longest period at a stretch I have ever spent in the city is three years, during my graduation and I have been away, save for the occasional visits, for much longer, more than ten years. But I still quite like this city of faded yet undoubted charms. There is a need to recharge and renew at the end of the year, an year that’s almost done with and I am here to do just that. Not a noteworthy year really, time spent doing uninspiring work with little spared for enjoyment and learning. I would be at a loss to describe the things that were different this year from the last. Not exactly a perfect state of affairs, is it? But the weather is thankfully cool now, with the hint of a fog in the nights and sweaters brought out from storage. I like the winter, always have, the sun bright and warm and delightful in the mornings where it manages to find skin. A delightful contrast to the tents you make at night under sprawling blankets while you read books on the e-device of your choice (brother gave this for a birthday, a proper surprise and a gift I was extremely glad for). And breakfast was cakes and oranges to go with the time of the year. So yes, I am content today.
I have been trying to read again. I find it difficult to work up the energy and the enthusiasm at the end of the day or at the end of a work week to do a deep-dive into a book or a lengthy article. You end up barely glancing through the newspapers, ignorant of even the most important things, unaware and stupid and shallow. I hate it. Hate everything that people seem to be accept as inevitable, even as I learn to accept them as inevitable myself. I understand that there are other ways of processing information these days, through snippets on social media, snatched conversations around the water cooler and jingoistic peddlers of unadulterated nonsense. I feel like running away from it all most days. I read a few books these past weeks, one on Tintin and Herge, which I will talk about in greater detail later, then there have been a couple of others on basic maths and a Michael Lewis book. Also found a great site (WaitbutWhy) which is premised on an idea that I would have been so proud to come up with and execute. So the intention is to keep the reading habit going and trying to find other things that are somewhat fulfilling and trying to find the time to do those things. Things need to be changed, quickly and with decision. It is a fool’s errand to look for satisfaction and contentment in activities that preclude creativity and inhibit originality. Spending twelve hour workdays trying to manage insane workloads involving inane activities is not my idea of any kind of life, let alone a perfect one.
There isn’t enough time now to spend on useless things. I am past thirty and am pretty sure I will not be one of those people who are active and vigorous even when they are sixty. I am reluctant to waste time these days on undeserved and unwarranted politeness and pretenses. I hate arguments, if only because they require me to spend time and energy that I am loathe to. The same really goes for all my interactions, if not interesting, I prefer them to be non-confrontational and non-demanding and short. I do make allowances if my interest is piqued though. Its the only thing that really counts, am I better or at least not lesser, because of the time I spent. Was anything of minimal value created? Is it something I will remember, even subliminally, five minutes later? I can’t remember the last time I wanted to linger over a chat, when I was excited and challenged over the conversational gambits that signal furtive interest and a shared excitement (I am discounting the incredibly rare times I get drunk these days and even then I get excited about topics and imagined interests from others that I usually forget the next day). I would rather curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. Or maybe I would write something non-angst-y or paint a bold sketch in black. I would rather cook a perfectly nice meal for myself than have a tortured and banal conversation. I could travel, take the weekends to nearby places and walk a bit. I would like to do that. The family has been about town a bit this weekend, we visited Princep ghat and the Dakshineshwar Kali-bari and it was good to get out and see a bit of the history here.
The year is nearly gone now. The change gathers pace. We live in such great times, incredible times. Radically different world perspectives are developing. We shouldn’t be happy choosing to be on the sidelines, waiting for the dices to be rolled and finding out where our fates land. This has been a crazy year for the world, the rise of religious fanaticism on a world-wide basis to levels unseen since the crusades which led to large-scale human migrations, development of religious states for the first time in living memory, eradication of major diseases in the poorest countries, legalization of same-sex marriages (and subsequent setbacks too), technology developing to help realize the dream of interplanetary travel etc. We are in the cusp of so many paradigm-shifting changes and the world that’s coming into definition now is going to be unrecognizable from the one we grew up in. We need to lay down our markers and choose our battles and ideals. Isn’t it going to be a shame if we didn’t do what we should have done, could have done. Ain’t nobody judging us but ourselves. Nobody else holding us back either (yes yes, all this psyching up is for my benefit alone).
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For the books I want to mention today -
- Tintin: Herge and his creation by Harry Thompson (http://www.amazon.in/dp/0340564628) - Tintin forms a significant part of the childhood of Bongs of a certain age, including me. I have read the books (most of them certainly) in a variety of formats. The Bengali translations that were serialized in Anandamela (the bi-weekly magazine), the soft cover editions from Mammoth and Methuen which I got on birthdays from Diyama or rented from the local library or the hardback ones in the school library which collected four stories apiece. It was my earliest introduction to foreign lands and foreign people (along with books by Enid Blyton) and I guess I got my start in reading from these books. I had kind of been out of touch with Tintin, apart from the Spielberg movie obviously and then I happened on this book (though I still felt foolishly arrogant if there was a Tintin related question in a quiz). Lucidly written with sections named after the various books in the order they were written (Red Rackham’s Treasure following The Secret of The Unicorn, for example), the writer narrates the life of Herge with the backdrop of the books and the world war and charts his growth as an illustrator and as a storyteller. I am re-drawn to the stories after all this years and have found great joy in searching out the panels that Thompson refers to in the book and re-reading the entire thing ultimately with the backdrop of the book.
- The Big Short by Michael Lewis (http://www.amazon.in/dp/0141043539) - I had read Liar’s Poker (which is kind of a mandatory MBA read) and Moneyball (after watching the Brad Pitt movie) and I had liked them. The financial world he describes is familiar enough to not be too off-putting and its high-finance enough that it plays into your fantasies. So with the new movie coming up (no idea if its out in India yet) I decided to read the book. The book doesn’t really break new ground in terms of what we now know about the 2008 financial crisis but it does introduce you to real life characters who predicted and profited from the meltdown. What the book does provide in terms of its message is the fact that a lot of transactions and entire financial systems in fact, are predicated on questionable judgment and incomplete understanding of the risks involved.
Apart from the above, I would definitely recommend checking out Here’s looking at Euclid by Alex Bellos (http://www.amazon.in/dp/1416588280). Its a beautiful book on a beautiful subject. There is a bit of history in it, never a bad thing. I read it over a month’s worth of weekends. It made me remember why I loved maths in the first place and makes me want to reconnect. So, gotta make the time for it now. And I really want to read The Hero with a Thousand Faces next.
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I haven’t really been listening to songs much. Here are a few that I think I have been listening to recently -
1. Zero 7 - Destiny - So bright and so fresh and so the aughts. And it has Sia in it (she’s undoubtedly got vocal chops). Easy listening.
2. U2 - The First Time - a big fan of U2 (I haven’t really mentioned that before, have I?). Nobody does big sound as well as them and I still remember the goosebumps I got when I first played Joshua Tree on the home stereo-deck (I was young but the experience was no less honest). This is one of their songs that I get the lyrics wrong to and everytime it makes a different sort of sense to me. A quiet song building to a wailing harmony at the end. Perfect.
3. X Ambassadors - Love Song Drug Song - a new band. Haven’t really heard too much of them apart from this. They can’t even be called a one-hit wonder seeing as I don’t think even this song counts as much of a hit. However this is such an awesome song with stripped vocals, easy rhythm and a sax solo at the end that I need to put the song here.
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So that’s pretty much it. I did watch Episode VII: The Force Awakens with the rest of humanity. Star Wars and George Lucas and Disney are all going to make a shitload of money. JJ Abrams did an acceptable job of maintaining a familiar/comfortable plot-line whilst setting up the trilogy. No standout new characters for me (BB-8 doesn’t count) though I have hopes that the Poe Dameron character will turn out to be more interesting.
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There was a Communist plenum in Calcutta today.
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