Restart...

Ever since I left Bangalore, it was last week that I went to a bookshop! After waiting for years thinking someone will reprint the book with a bigger font size and probably with hard cover, I finally gave up the waiting and bought my personal copy of "Atlas Shrugged" (with the small font size)

The first time I had read was a copy borrowed from Vandana. From then on I have hanged on to words and phrases from that novel through out my life. Read it again like mad over the past week - every moment I could think of a break... Even took an hour off yesterday from office and ran home to complete it.

Prior to that, I was caught in wheels of time and was cribbing I had no time at all. I got married about a month and a half back. New responsibilities made me wonder where my 24 hours of the day are gone before even I realized it... and I could not take out time for anything else... Work was a mess (oops I used past tense ;-) and other activities remained void... until I bought this book...

On a different side, I knew I was out of touch with my mother tongue these days. I knew if you gave me a sangam poetry to translate, I wouldn't be able to do as well as I did in my class X. But what dawned as a shock to me this morning was I could not name the 18 base letters of the language... I kept counting there were only 17... I was almost crying with this knowledge... Had to open the dictionary to find out what I had missed...!

Never thought my mind was capable of forgetting things like that... something that had lived in me for my life... though I haven't put it to use since my class XII. Is the mind capable of this kind of rusting? Wondering if this is the mind's warning that something is wrong with my left brain? (Oh if you haven't seen the presentation Garr's mentioning, do watch it, its worth it)

I am in the process of serious introspection... May be I gotta restart it all over!

God save!!!

~*~ Bharsss...