I still do not know who Rilke is. I suppose I could Google and read about this person, but a line he wrote is more important to me than knowing about him.
"If you think you are capable of living without writing, do not write", so he wrote.
I could not live if I didn't write. I have never been too good at talking out what I feel. Words, of the written kind, are always better. Even to this day, I vividly remember a day some five years ago. I had gone down to Mangalore University to give an entrance test. It had never been my first choice. Add to that a fight I had had with ma and I was not in the best of spirits. We had these essay type questions to write and as I began writing, I remember an almost physical weight get away from my mind.
The point is that, like everyone who knows me knows, like I have written on these posts half a dozen times, I love writing. And I don't know what I would have done without it.
Here I am, in office, nothing much to do really. And I just want to write, this and that. It is just one of those days when I feel like talking to the world with my words. Of the written kind.
Life is edging on. I have a lot of things that I am trying to do. There is 'Living to Tell the Tale', Gabo's autobiography. I am not too thrilled with it, never was with auto-bios, but I have told myself I must finish at least Gabo's. Then there is a collection of Poornachandra Tejaswi's collection, 'Kirigoorina Gayyaligalu' that I am half way through. His 'Annana Nenapu' had me in splits a few years ago. All those of you who can read Kannada, don't miss it.
I am trying to start Walt Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass', a poetry collection, after I read about it in 'The Notebook' by Nicholas Sparks. That book had me bawling my eyes out by page number 161, a very very rare thing for me; I never cry watching movies or reading books. There are some others nicely perched up in my room. Oh, there is then Jeffrey Archer's 'Paths of Glory' , specially signed for me by the author himself, mind you. (Sorry, I had to gloat!) After 'Kane and Abel', I have not bothered much with his books or those of his kind but I am told this is different from the others. Ah, well, when I have the time.
Oh, I also met the master storyteller some days ago, making a lot of people I knew suitably jealous! LOL. It was nice meeting him; I did not leave with any lasting impressions though. As a journalist, I guess you lose that awe towards people famous. It was nice though, I enjoy meeting writers and he has a great sense of humour; a showman on stage, I must say. I wrote about it here for my paper. (Its the e-paper, click on the story to enlarge)
The other renewed passion, after catching up on a bit of reading has been yoga. I thought Bharat Thakur's style would be good; but ended up not too impressed with Artistic Yoga. But renewed yoga has been good.
That apart, Raksha is back in Bangalore. I am so thrilled about that fact. Friends are good. Life in general could be better. But I complain not, it could have been worse.