Philosophy Of A Book Lover

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Day 2: A Book That You’ve Read More Than Three Times

Footprints Of God - Greg Iles

A bestseller which sparked countless discussions between me
and my brother (who bought the book).

This book is a fictional, intriguing story of a secret U.S

government project "Trinity" that attempts to use MRI 

scans to map the brain. The goal is to create a super computer that not only has artificial intelligence; but self aware based on the brain model of the project head paving way for the so called immortality of man.

The hero is David Tennant, a professor of ethics - 

part of the project; he deals with sabotage and murder of 

colleagues while attempting to discover the sinister master

plan. In the process, he has miracle experiences himself.

I loved the premise of the book.... a lonely god who created

 the universe to find out the reasons for his existence; who also enters spiritually inclined (as distinguished from religious) to teach various lessons he has learnt.

The climax is unexpected, leaving us with more questions 

than answers regarding the origin of religion, ethics and 

unmonitored use of technology.

This is the Second part of the 30 day book challenge created 

by Paulami at her blog Acotation Al Margen.

Do have a peek if curling up with  a good book is one of your 

favourite pastimes.

Older and newer entries here.

Different Memoirs - A Book Lover And A Hint Fiction Lover's

Day 1: The Best Book You Read Last Year

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The "Memoirs Of A Geisha" published in 1997 by Author Arthur Golden, uses a fictional narrator to describe the life of young girl Chiyo; sold off to a tea house and her struggles through the World War 2 in Japan...

It also depicts beautifully and sometimes meticulously her growth as both a geisha and a person.

It brings an almost lost chapter and often a disturbing practice in Japanese culture.

What sets the book apart for me is the strong love that a young Chiyo(renamed Sayuri ) develops and nurtures for the kind man (referred to as Chairman) she meets at the temple. It is this need to be his concubine that makes Chiyo accept her reality and try to perfect her art and rise through the ranks.

A love story that never seems to pick till the ending which leaves us with a contented Sayuri at New York.

The Geisha system in my mind being similar to the archaic Devadasi system in India. Though the lofty ideals of being God's earthly consort, a Devdasi leads a life very similar to that of a Geisha.

Despite the controversies surrounding the book, its subject - exploitation of women for rich men's pleasures...it is the girl's struggles and her love story that moved me...

This is the first part of the 30 day book challenge created by Paulami at her blog Acotation Al Margen.

Do have a peek if curling up with  a good book is one of your favourite pastimes.
 Newer entries here

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Added to Saturday Centus . Check different endings on 

offer at Jenny Matlock's meme...

her blog off on my tangent.

Entranced

She watched the dusty plains....the journey drawing to a close. The destination soared ahead...even from the distance, amidst the hillocks; the silent sentinels stood, as they had for centuries past.  The group broke up, wandering around the place. Pieces of history were scattered everywhere, some in ruins while others as sturdy as the day the work was finally completed.

She marvelled at the painstaking effort involved, the sheer mastery commanded, the talent and creativity showcased.

As they clicked pictures which would never do justice; touched the columns in awe, "The legacy of heroes..."  transported them to a bygone era of kings and their townships.

(based on Hampi- one of the many architectural marvels of India)

Image Courtesy Tourism India Today

He Rode Away

Lost in trance

 glistening eyes saw her lost son.

the bike rider he drove on,
unaware of  the shouts to stop.

she still stood, awaiting.

Haiku 15, # 39 RandomMusings For The Day

Lost in heavy trance

her son, glistening eyes saw

the bike rider start.

he drove on; unaware of shouts to stop,

she still stood, awaiting.

Added to Haiku Heights (first 3 lines), Grandma's Goulash (all 5 lines).

# 39 RandomMusings For The Day

If being a blood sucker is cool, aren't mosquitoes the coolest?....they don’t even sparkle in the sun. ;D

Exhilaration

A normal (rainy) day in Bangalore.

Cloudy thunder


dark lightning

wind swept

the heralds of the end



droplets soft

tinkling splashes

gently seeps

the wetness beckons



face drips 

neck goosebumps

back tickles

arms outstretched standing



primal smell

alluring scent

delectable fragrance

parched earth first shower



laughing mouths

dancing eyes

sloshing feet

puddles seem cool



cleansed body

invigorated mind

rejuvenated soul

the rain gods smile.

Why Men Are From Mars, Women From Venus - 3

 Sometime in Feb 2004

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# 38 RandomMusings For The Day

Based on the recent statements in the media and also reports of overdose of chemicals affecting crops in parts of China

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Untitled - Fallout?

Image Courtesy Fantasy Art Design

The sentence falls, the distance calls
musings of another time and place

centres around the tree of grace

People look back askance

where were they perchance??

 the devil smiles in disguise

the pantomime player’s rise

another planet another show

that’s how time will ebb and flow

beautifully disgraced, molten thoughts

spewing poison on them all.

*Thought I’ll try this...turning unplanned thoughts into poetic words.....

 just deleted the last three random lines to stick to the 55 words limit.

Adventures Inc

Dull cloudy Friday, was it the 13^th?

It tantalised and teased,

Started off easy enough as

they port keyed in, screaming for dear life

landing on a pissed off Jill

Scampering on to tumble into Humpty dumpty....

The king’s men chasing the hungry souls

to a witch selling hot cross buns

For the lad and wench, she simpered....

too tired to deny, no galleons to exchange

a silver ring for passage paid...

The stone doors creaked wide

King Arthur and his knights rode astride,

curtsied in jeans and tops

snitched off pastries from the festive lot...

dozing off to find themselves squeezed

 in the Mad Hatter’s chair.

Barely escaped to be waylaid by hunting orcs

the side trip to middle earth all her fault...

Hiding under the great oak in time to watch

the huntsman dragging a pale Snow White.

She managed to catch her errant champ

Muttering “yea might be mistaken for

the prince, the way you wince!”

The Grey bad wolf chasing Red Riding Hood

acted as the last straw....clutching at the star

to be at the place they were before.

She clamped the clasps shut,

tiny hands adding their strength

against an unrelenting Giant; 

standing on the Beanstalk.

The brave girl threw it in the air watching

it slide back against its nature

to the dark corner of the ancient shelf

Rubbing his hands free of the dust, he said

"these tomes are not for the faint hearted, Aunt"

 Slunk away together; one to her Barbie Doll, 

the other to watch "Lighting McQueen" nitro boost away;

the third fast asleep on her lap 

oblivious of the preceding chaos and mishaps.

*My silly take for my Muses- my nephews Sidartha and Akshay and niece Aishwarya

* Jack Edward's poem on the Zodiac had me thinking if I could go something similar.