2020: In The End

I have never done a thing like rewinding my year to look back on it because I’ve never come across an year like 2020 in all my life. Spoiler alert, it is my best one yet and I don’t hate it.

Yes, you read that right – I had a great time this year unlike the popular opinion, however, I do share some of those opinions as well. Like, I learnt how tough it is for a few douche-bags to not wear a mask. That it takes courage to be alone. That it sucks to be alone. And, so on. Yet, this has been my best year so far because I want to look at it that way. What’s good for me if I completely hate it, right?

“Say No To Hatred!” should replace “No Smoking” in restaurants in the age of polarization.

That’s all I have to say about my hatred towards hatred. Let’s get going with the good of this year. 2020 brought me so many opportunities, stories, lessons and accomplishments that I almost hate why I never looked at life the way I did this year. Maybe it’s my age (turns out I’m growing) or maybe the circumstances (lockdown + free amount of free time) made me pause and contemplate more than I’ve ever done. It’s good to contemplate. It’s always good to contemplate.

For starters, I’ve been healthier than ever – one of the achievements I’d like to bag in this year. I don’t do much to work out, but I try to stay active and eat healthy. But, I still love pizza, rolls and whatever (edible) junk you can put cheese on and have beer with. However, it’s important to stay fit. Good for your mind, good for your breath. I’m waiting to pick up my mountain bike from the store. So, in 2021 you can expect a few thoughts on cycling to slide (or should I say ride) into the blog here and there.

Back to 2020.

This year, I’ve been much more calmer and aware of my surroundings – thanks to my struggles on keeping consistency with the process of meditation. And, I am acing it at life (in general, at least, to my standards) by even just getting up daily to face the day. And, it can get mundane.

It is boredom, that usually wins – but, I’m working on it. I don’t think I have ever faced so much of a bad tongue for everything. I don’t like watching shows or movies anymore like I used to, probably because I have overcooked that bit way too much this year. No thriller excites me anymore. I’d rather watch my old favourites over new ones.

I hope my attitude towards boredom changes. As Tim Urban says, according to his Pixel Theory, that life is a picture while we live in a pixel. Maybe my life is not boring, it’s only repetitive. Including things I love to do, on repeat, is the only way out. The struggle is real.

Speaking of struggles, I have realised how much my struggle to be a better human matters. It matters not just for me but everyone around me. I’ve given myself into the notions of being kind to others because that’s the only way we can be happy together. What’s the point of being happy alone?

If there is any point, I think I know what it means. I’ve found my share of happiness in solitude.

But, it’s much easier to be all alone by yourself – as happy – I have realised. Because, it takes more than just your own feel-good efforts to be happy with the people around you. I have learned that we all struggle in being kind to others because some can be really just not worth it. But, they are always worth it – more than ever. They too are just humans wanting to be kind but often fail at it. It’s nobody’s fault but somebody’s. I’m no psychologist, so I won’t suggest shit about judging others. But, it makes only sense to me to be kind to others in a world filled with assholes.

Not that it matters, but I hope I’ll build the habit to keep others around me happy. I hope you do too. This brings us to the end of my rewind to 2020 and much like the year I don’t think my article is certain or that it matters to be blamed for a terrible time.

Thank you for being my reader and for supporting my efforts. You are kind, see? Not that hard like the way people make a fuss about it. See you in 2021 with much more exciting articles, thoughts on amazing books and just taking it easy.

Tell me how was your year in the comments. And, sign up (below) to get notifications directly to your mail next time I post something. This year I have written over thirty-eight thousand words and it felt like a hundred or so. Okay, maybe it felt like a thousand but it’s crazy what consistency can result in. A 100 day streak and a million more thoughts!

Read about Norwegian Wood here.

Norwegian Wood

Read till the end to find some plans ahead for us to read together.

We’re talking about a book written by a Japanese author. The book is a mixture of magical realism and concepts our minds question the bigger universe about. I see this is the heart of my first Murakami book. And, I love it.

Word of trust

Before I talk about the book, I am aware of my responsibility as a lover of books to not spoil it for anyone. It’s a strange approach that I had to come up with, to not talk about the book and yet speak lengths about it. I love such challenges. You can be rest assured that you will (if you ever plan to) read the book without having lost a single surprise the author has set stage for. It will be as fresh as you’d want it to be. However, you still have the option to read the book before going ahead with this article in any case that you can’t trust someone on the internet. No pressure, but only a little.


As it happens, author Haruki Murakami was to be seen everywhere on the internet well before I decided to read his books. This made me curious. What was he to offer? Why do people have an obsession over Murakami?

The name definitely sounds like I’ve known it for ages.

After reading this book, I’ve found that the hype is valid. He’s just too brilliant, and you might not notice without taking a look. Some might even go ahead and call it underrated, this hype.

Norwegian Wood happens to tell me a lot about the hip-culture in the 20th century, in it’s own subtlety. It lays out clear descriptions of what I always imagined of Japan. It might as well be only my intention to perceive the book as calm, which I hope resonates with Japan’s culture.

This close relationship of Murakami with the calm, makes me want to take a look at my breath. Every breath is precious and yet inexpensively fundamental. You can try meditating a few seconds now. Close your eyes if you’d like, and watch (observe) your breath and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

Try it.


Now, locations – the stage for drama. A writer might speak lengths about the location of the story, and so does Murakami here. Yet I found that this story particularly doesn’t rely much on the terrains of all the characters’ lives. I reckon it’s motive is to set the grounds clear for bigger conclusions. But, Murakami does this metaphorically at a level I have never come across. You’ll breathe in the nature that surrounds the paragraph. If the winds are harsh, watch out. The sun’s scorching heat might just burn your fingers.

To me, it felt like I have been there whenever Murakami speaks about a place. He is involved just the way you are. This is also one of the reasons why I loved reading the book – I kept wondering, whether it is me or Murakami that is listening to the story. I have been there, because the author just took me to the place holding my hands as if it were his.

Not just the places, but even the characters seemed to present themselves to me throughout the book as though I have known them for a period longer than my life. This mostly is because of the fact that they are vividly human and imaginative at the same time. Turns out, they were as new as the book was to me when I thought about it.

The human, however, has been here in our minds for centuries enough to keep them as precious.

What I find to catch my attention very often is how the characters’ introspection feels like my own. This happens to me every time I read a book. It’s a trip inward. And, the questions I ask myself are very spontaneous yet I know I’ve been wondering all these days about them. It’s a ‘check’ to what I thought of me and the world.

Books help me find the spirit of solace, and I play with it. Be it subconsciously, I know that I am having a “better” approach to my anxiety through a book rather just my thoughts on their own. It feels like the author is telling me I’m not alone in the misery of our lives. The author gives me hope in everything. And, this book does the same when I see that one character laughs while the other mourns – right there in front of my misery.

It has stories about human touch, the mind and it’s adventures with sadness. And, how it normalizes the miseries of human lives tells me how exaggerated a few aspects of our lives have become. Not just in the contemporary world, but it has been the habit of humans for a long time to find taboo in what is normal. If you find anything and everything as “weird” just too easily, I recommend reading a Murakami book.

Please read a Murakami book. Who knows? You might just fall in love with the “weird” of our lives as if it were only normal. You know it is normal to pick your nose, it is normal to stare at a tree and it is normal to be yourself.

To sum it up, I think this is one of those books I’ll never forget having picked up and it’s pages being flipped through with excitement. It is as memorable as my first time reading a book, ever. The Secret Seven, by Enid Blyton.

But, see, Murakami is the definition for why I’d love to read books. To explore, to feel safe while I am challenged to death, to dive deeper in my worlds built up these many years of my life. And, much more. There is always much more than my thoughts to a book. It’s impossible for me to tell how the book shows up to you. It’s personal in every sense possible. So, if you have read the book, please tell me about it in the comments. I am curious to know what others think of this book.


Reading books together

Thank you for reading till the end. So, I’ve been thinking about how we (you, me and other readers) can feel like we’re in a community on the blog while reading it. To try this out, how about we do something together before our next article? It’s a call too imaginative for now, but we can begin somewhere.

We can read books together (on our own) and in the next article when I talk about the book, you can feel much more at home. So, what we’ll do it read a book and then contemplate in the coming article. Every article on books, end with the title’s name for the next article.

Our next book: The Choice by Edith Eger

Hello readers, a short note!

First of all, how are you?

Good to be back. It’s been so long since I wrote on the blog. But, not really that long.

I am happy to say that I’ve managed to do good with my job hunt. I can focus on my blog with all the attention it needs. While I was gone, I’ve been reading, writing a little, and trying to create something now and then – ultimately not being able to.

To be honest, creating something without this blog in my hands is a little hard to accomplish. Maybe the reason to that is how the blog gives me a sense of closure totally unnecessary. I’ll take it anyway. A good closure.

I hope to continue with the same energy of writing (during the lockdown, me an my friends on WordPress did it the crazy-good way) but not as continuously as before. Don’t be mistaken, I said “not continuously as before” but I’ll be writing consistently, and this means I need a rhythm to get back to.

That’s why, this short notice.

The blog is transforming it’s theme from being a series of stories (filled with uncertainty, not that I hate it), articles on technology, poems about the sky and much more to something that gives it an identity far beyond the notions of certainty – books.

I’ll be reading (have been) books, in search for all the things I want to talk about to my reader, you.

So, in truth, we are far from loss here to what existed before of this blog. We’ll be getting deeper with my exploration, bolder with our talks, fancier with the skies and also a tiny bit wiser than yesterday. We’ll be talking about books, to put it plain.

Books are, without a doubt, one of the finest achievements we have been able to savour from. In this pleasure that lies within the realms of reading, we are open to the possibilities of an endless stream of perspectives – from the author who wrote the book to the self that lies within ourselves.

It is my passion to explore what seems to bring joy and anticipation, to look for what lies beyond myself. Join me on my journey by reading and commenting about the blog. Together, we can build a community that thrives on the good and the bad of our lives as humans.

PS: My eyes and ears are wide open for suggestions, recommendations and my tummy is for Samosas.