Words. Of the Written Kind.

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.

Meanwhile, found these two links. www.yogajournal.com and www.bharatthakur.com good stuff on yoga.

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.