A house without a TV…
Sitting in a house without a TV and a music system feels very weird.
Two years of continuous travel have left me with a massive hangover. The older I get, the less I want to see the world. Not that I have seen much. I so want to build a life in Bangalore now. Hopefully, work and the people around me will conspire to let that happen.
Have been reading a few of Tagore’s essays of late. Called “Sadhana”, they are so beautifully written, it is easy to see why he won the Nobel. More importantly, it is easy to see why he was called Gurudev, and why Bengalis worship him so. I now have vol-2 and vol-4 of the Tagore omnibus, and I think I will buy 1 and 3 soon enough. A & I have developed this nice habit of reading out passages from the book to each other, once in a while. It feels good, hopefully, we will contine doing so even after the TV arrives.
Between Tagore, E.F. Schumacher, Gandhi and Thoreau, I think I have found my personal philosophy. When I will live it is the question.
February has been an eventful month. But more on that, later.