cribbing--no, i am not

i won’t do a “depressed” post today. Which is tough going by the state of my mind. And i find i don’t have any topic in mind. Which would mean that apart from cribbing i don’t have much of a life.

i am going through a mid-life crisis, i think. When, all of a sudden, nothing seems good to me. i am so distracted all the time. By the hints of possibilities. But, as usual, i refuse to open the door when opportunities knock. Why am i so laid back?

What do i want? God, what do i want?? Oh god, there i go again…..

OK, ok….books. Let me talk about books. i am reading “Cancer Ward” right now – see, even my choice of book is depressing. It is by the Russian author whose name i cannot pronounce. It is an old book – i think we bought it from a second shop some 100 years back. It was his choice, surprisingly. Apart from those Oracle Woracle books, he does not read. So i don’t know why he bought it. Anyways, this book has been lying on the shelf for so long, it has sprouted roots – i didn’t read it because i was not the one who picked it (???!!) and i somehow found the cover depressing – now i know why they said you should not judge a book by its covers. Since i ran out of books, i was searching for one i could re-read when i found this one all dusty and unwanted – which also speaks a lot about my housekeeping skills.

And i love this book.

i have not finished “hundred years of solitude”. It is the kind of book you want to continue reading and hoping it won’t end – and since it is very unlikely to happen that way, i stopped reading before i could come to the end. i know, i know, i sound silly. But i want to start reading it again right from the beginning after say, 2 years – if i am still alive – and then stop halfway. One unfinished story i would take to my grave.

i feel like cribbing again so i shall end this post.