Ruki and I don’t agree on a lot of things, and one of my peculiarities that annoys the crap out of her is this weird logic that any good fiction book is not to be read, for at some point, someone’s going to make a movie or a TV show out of it. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself, thinking about the number of arguments and debates we’ve had on this, as I go about writing this post. In the aftermath of this video that I created at the end of last year (my #somethingnew for 2020), a lot of people asked me how I chose my reading list. This seemingly innocuous question often stumps a lot of bibliophiles; of course, one can’t be expected to read everything out there… So how do I go about deciding what to read?
Update: I’ve created and appended a second infographic inspired by Hope Jahren’s content on electricity from the book, The Story of More. Hope you like this! Click on Read More to view the full post 🙂
As I was reading Hope Jahren’s The Story of More, I couldn’t help but wonder if the enormity of what she was attempting to convey was lost, simply because her content was devoid of visual elements such as charts, graphs, and infographics. I often found myself going back several pages and chapters to connect the dots and grasp the picture she paints. I wondered if there was a better way to summarize what she was trying to say… I created the following infographic as a ready-reckoner and a reminder of some of the key points from her chapters on food. Strictly amateurish, but something new! Continue reading
My wife and I haven’t really traveled a lot in the short time that we’ve been married. We were hoping to change that this year, and as early as February, we were planning a trip to Europe. In the few weeks since we finalized our itinerary, life as we knew it was upended by a pandemic-induced lockdown and the subsequent chaos, confusion and economic ruin that it left in its wake.
Living in a constant state of fear and paranoia since then, I’ve now reached a point of pandemic fatigue. I’m starting to look at the world through a fatalistic lens – the idea that my health and well-being is in destiny’s hands and all of this is beyond my control. I’ve started to trivialize this pandemic, by calling it the flu and equating it to a fever that lasts a few days – even though I know better. I’ve started indulging in behavior that is risky, and I’m attempting to legitimize it by convincing myself that life has to go on. Continue reading
The last few weeks have been tumultuous, from dealing with the loss of a loved one to the climbing pressure at work. And it’s taken a toll on me, to the point where it’s coming out on the people around me. And I realized this last night, after an episode involving a delivery executive for some ice-cream we’d ordered. I’m generally impatient when it comes to things like these, but I crossed a line with the way I spoke to him. I was annoyed that I had to repeat the same set of instructions multiple times, and I was extremely rude. When he turned up at my apartment, I realized he had a disability which prevented him from speaking properly. He was probably as old as my cousin, who was with me in the apartment. My heart broke, and I was extremely ashamed with the way I’d spoken to him. While I tipped him well, the entire episode was a much-needed reminder that everyone’s fighting a battle that I know nothing about, and it was important to be kind and polite. Whoever you are and wherever you are, I’m sorry.