There is a remarkable clip doing the WhatsApp rounds showing Salman Rushdie comparing the plague of the 17th Century and what is happening now.
Without much ado, I leave my readers to come to their own conclusion after reading this article and also watching the clip inserted there.
As I write this, it is pouring outside. The tail end effect of our Cyclone Tauktae.. Unlike our other months of May, this one has been relatively cool thanks to regular rains and now this. Thankfully, we are well inshore but, our West Coast has been devastated.
That is not why I chose the topic though! That is due to some very special treats that I had and am about to have later in the evening.
The first one. My daughter in love decided to give me a special treat today and so last night, while I was in my bedroom reading, she cooked up one of my all time favourites which used to be a regular feature in my late mother’s and her elder sister’s kitchens.
This is called Palada Payasam and is made with rice pasta in tape form. During my mother’s times, it used to be made at home but, now ready made ones are available and that is what was used by my DIL for this delicious dish.
Not to be left with just this one favourite dish the irrepressible DIL had also arranged to make Thalipeeth, another favourite of mine and to go along with it Cucumber Raita.
The little dash of red stuff that you see on the top right side of the plate is green mango chutney made at the home of a friend of ours here.
So, I had a grand lunch and while still in the process was interrupted by a courier with a parcel. That parcel turned out to be:
This is a cake that the DIL had ordered from a neighbour who bakes at home and sells to customers in the neighbourhood.
This is the special treat that I intend having later in the evening when the DIL returns home.
So, there I was feeling quite pleased with my Sunday which had started off badly with three newspapers not being delivered due to some breakdown in logistics, when my son and heir decided to treat me to another magnificent gift.
I had been on the lookout for this set of three volumes for quite some time as these have been out of print and not available anywhere. These were found with one online seller who not only had stock but also was offering them on a sale at reduced prices.
Yes, it poured metaphorically and in reality today. And the joy is yet unfulfilled as I write this, as I am still to dig into that delicious looking cake.
My friend Sandeep sent me a link to an article in The National Post. When I investigated further, I found another interesting article in the New York Times too!
I am bemused because I associate the word with people in prisons. I always enjoyed reading about our politicians, gangsters/murderers/rapists, etc languishing in jail without bail. To associate that word now with what people feel due to the Chinese pandemic is tragi-comedy, at least for me as, I don’t think that I or most people that I know, are languishing in our lives.
Perhaps it is our age or life-styles that even before the pandemic not being very much different to what we experience now but, I wouldn’t go so far as to call it languishing. Frustrating may be but, languishing? Not in my book.
Perhaps it is just semantics but, what do you, my reader think about this definition?
I thank Nick for the above image which hits the nail right on its head for him and me.
For me, it is not Books Vs E-readers but, Books AND E-readers. This post is to explain why.
My Kindle E-Reader was registered with Amazon India on July 18, 2013. Currently, I have 33 books loaded and waiting to be read on it and, I have archived 306 books that I have read on it.
This is a book shelf in my bedroom which contains all the books that I keep referring to on and off. Most of them are on Philosophy and religion with a few on history.
This is the library on the upstairs landing where all the books that I have read but which may need revisiting are kept. A few years ago, I had got rid of a couple of hundred books by donating to a good cause which enabled the fund raisers to get some badly needed cash for their NGO work. Despite that reduction and most purchases now being done for my Kindle, the shelf is already groaning.
Neither of these shelves contains any fiction. All the fiction is on my Kindle.
I also get six newspapers every day and six periodicals to read spread over each month.
I read a lot.
My first preference is the Kindle as I can adjust the font to be comfortable. I find that most hard copies of books nowadays use small print to minimise the total number of pages and that is very irritating. I buy hard copies only when the price is very much cheaper than the kindle version is the latter is available.
This is my take on this week’s Friday 4 On 1 blog posts where Conrad, Sanjana, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been suggested by Shackman. Please do go over to the other two blogs to see what they have to say on the same topic. Thank you.
A dear friend Arun, who has featured in this blog before too, decided to introduce me to another word following an exchange of messages on WhatsApp on the subject of some books.
I am not abibliopobic, at least not yet and my tomorrow’s post will amply support my contention.
It is however fascinating to come across English words that resonates with one due to its proximity to his habits. I am sure that others who comment on my blog about new words will find this word to be fascinating too.
My most enjoyable time every day is the half an hour or so that I spend having my morning mug of tea while watching the flowers, butterflies and birds that visit our garden. This has been so ever since we moved into this home over thirty one years ago when in fact, the bird population was as large as it is now thanks to the lockdown and absence of traffic and humans on our roads.
I have recently been unable to name some of the birds that I see in the mornings and remembered that for the same reason, I had bought a book thirty years ago and I went searching for it in my library a few days ago. I couldn’t find it and then I remembered that I had given it away some years ago to someone else with the same problem. I could not recollect that person’s name, a sure sign of my not being a spring-chicken any more.
I therefore, sent for another copy and it arrived this morning.
This book reminded me of Salim Ali, its author and my visit to SACON, which was on the way to ArshaVidya Gurukulam that I used to visit during 1999 and 2001.
I have already identified two birds that I could not name and am yet to find two more. I am sure that I will find them sooner than later.
I find birds and butterflies fascinating. Do you?