Blogging in age of snapchats…

Trivia :

Guess the size of Tibet ?

5 time that of Singapore

Some small state in India…

Other day Seth Godin was reminiscing why he did not join twitter and rather stuck to his blog writing. It seems to be a true in certain sense that social media has ruined sense of writing. And not going further it certainly seems to be the case with me. Posting pictures on instagram or sharing posts on facebook , probably quenches the thirst for writing.

If you are reading this , I assume you are still sucker for blogs, and would like to read more than 150 words of twitter or some shared photos on facebook.

In same podcast[1], Godin told about Neil Gaiman method to write, he bores himself to death, and thats when words start flowing. So as it usually happens deleted all social media apps, yet again. Let the detox begin ! 

Only yesterday publisher called up, umpteen times. Not from their usual UK number, but somewhere from new Zealand. I took the bait seeing someone calling from New Zealand, and excused myself for still writing that book i mentioned 4 august 2016. That’s eight months of postponing. Hmmm, make me sad in a certain sense.

Talking of Gaiman , so finally finished American Gods [2], after almost 2 yrs, so ideally now I should be jumping to his next book rather than reading “A mountain in Tibet” by Charles Allen.[3]  But since folks back home are venturing for kailash trek makes some sense to do r&d on Tibet.

Trivia answer

So Tibet is 2.5million sq kms area, almost 1/3rd size of India, that HUGE !! 

[1] http://tim.blog/2016/02/10/seth-godin/

[2] https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30165203-american-gods

[3] http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1571415.A_Mountain_In_Tibet

Gaiman, iBeacons and Audiard

 

For last few years I have tried to get my hands on Sandman omnibus, may be initially it was a dream to get hands on it at bookstores in India. Yet in my last visit to india, thankfully there were enough bucks to burn but then there were no bookstores left in Bangalore, and to say it came as a real shocker to me would be a understatement. Here I was wandering across streets of Bangalore, unable to digest the fact that bookstores were diminishing and flipkarts were on rise. What a sad plight, and probably for the same reason I ended up buying Sea of poppies, pirated – a fact which even now am not proud of. Yet here it is lying in backpack, with cheap quality pages and often missing texts and yet I read it, like a limping cat who has given in to his limp.
Coming back to Gaiman, yeah last time I was tindering it with a girl and she said its okay , and that she was more eagerly waiting for ‘fortunately, the milk’. I hopelessly clinged to Mr. Ghosh in my black backpack attic, for all others Joyces and Camus were lost in dark confines of a closed upper tier of new cupboard. They sat their lamenting the fact that he gave up on Ulysses – again, and all that reminded him of Mr. Bloom was a song by Franz Ferdinand. It was a cold night, not particularly cold as its been in US, but yes one could have safely placed this as cold night by Singapore standards. The old unwanted haze was back(again). He went through his the last email- that proximity startup in Barcelona, sometime cold calling helps in startup world. He had a huge task at hands, having signed up for an event and he would have to cajole his latent writer out of his hibernation. He did not even remembered how long it has been since he wrote something with a calm heart and cool mind. He specifically invested in shiny steel case – fruit for the purpose of writing instead the bibliophile lost to cinephile which lost to the techphile. There were some wonderful movies though, and unfinished Fincher’s house of cards. Oh BTW watch anything by http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002191/?ref_=tt_ov_dr, rust and bones, une prophete or ‘the beat that my heart skipped’. Watch them for beautiful Marion Cotillard and art of Tahar Rahim. Thanks Atul.

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I might as well recommend Goldspot’s new album , (not so new now), Aerogramme, since its running in the background. Oh by the way the feeling when lay supine at the pool bottom, everything is static blur, all blue and watch air bubbles going up and up until they hit water horizon. Yawn …coz’ its always better than saying the end.

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between Sandman and error detection…

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such

Although I liked a few folk pretty well
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch
for brave men died and empires rose and fell
for love, girls follow boys to foreign lands
and men have followed women into hell
In plays and poems someone understands
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands
for me love’s like the wind unseen, unknown
I see the trees are bending where it’s been
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown
I really don’t know what I love you means
I think it means don’t leave me here alone
-Neil Gaiman

 

“All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I’m gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I’m gone”
-The kindly ones

 

 

 

I would have added more of his writings but yeah the space constraints, http://endicottstudio.typepad.com/poetrylist/

And ideally I should be dwelling into cyclic redundancy check and detection of errors, Sandman is more enthralling and ironically tangible. 😛

Now that is the sad part of getting out of your room and coming to a secluded silent corner in the library, your mind dwells in the plethora of books and missing literary opportunities, instead of a plain mugging up of lectures of wireless. A struggle of its kind, when right and left side are at war, and you sit behind reclusively observing altercation. Or sketch in your notebook, thinking of comics you will someday or never do…a movie to finish of a role model, and lectures of mit from other role model…a WC quater final match… Gosh…so much to do and so little time…. and you gulp two cups of coke making up for innocent water which surprisingly is pain in the ass to get here..shucks! persist dear and lights will guide you home….

 

But where shall wisdom be found? And where is the place of understanding?
Man knoweth not the price thereof; neither is it found in the land of the living…
No mention shall be made of coral or of pearls: for the price of wisdom is above rubies.

-(The Book of Job, 28:12, 13,18)

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