Reaching There

This post is autobiographical in nature. I have drawn from my past and tried to understand why I don't read anymore (at least as much as I like to). So if you want to indulge in bit of "me" or just humour me; you can proceed further. In any other case feel free to drop out now and maybe try this link (it is safe). Stage 1 I am buying this book because I'm going to read it.  Stage 2 I am going to read this book because I bought it. Stage 3 Argh! Why did I buy this book?! The aforesaid stages summarize the relationship between a book and me. Perhaps some of you can relate to it. I am not talking about avid readers who can devour a book in a day or maybe even few hours. Please pardon me but I'll also exclude the Will Huntings ' of the world from this group. I'm a reader. This is a bold statement (maybe false too). I am not sure I like reading. It is a habit I have picked up because of my father. He used to take me to the World B...

Time Machine - Still a Fantasy? This is a rant. It is dedicated to all the insanity existing in this beautiful world. If you don't like rants, this is not for you. The plot is based on a true experience while the dialogues have been reproduced to the best of my memory. I have been feeling a bit emaciated during the last few weekends. I feel I've been missing out on something important. Well fact of the matter is something trivial; it is just that I don't have an internet connection at my home. This avoidance of technology is not a show of mental grit rather it is a result of some shoddy customer service by the internet provider. I won’t get into too much details of the strange nonchalance shown by the provider. However I cannot stop myself from writing about this strange incident with a customer rep on the phone. I called the helpline on 13th of October to check the status of my service request that was supposed to be completed on 11th of the same month. A v...