I prefer to spend my holidays alone in my room. This has its drawbacks, but it also allows me to make some time for books, movies, etc. Losing oneself in others’ imaginations is quite enriching in my opinion. I decided to try out Life is Strange during this short term break, a game about time …
Random incidents from CR10, IIMA.
Go Set a Watchman is a shady book. Since its publication in 2015, it has been drowned in controversy. It isn’t clear whether Harper Lee wanted it to be published, because she had maintained throughout her life that she will never publish another book. As a result, several Harper Lee fans have boycotted it. I was delighted to receive the book …
Exploring why irrationality and faith might have benefits.
One of the cliche conversations that I once had in my head has been of some use occasionally. It goes like this: I’m talking to a mysterious person and I’m complaining about how nothing ever meets my expectations. He holds up a hand to interrupt me. “Listen,” he says, “I’m going to share the secret of happiness with you. …
Whenever I think of writing a post here, I ask myself if I have anything worth sharing that would add some value to the reader or myself, and the answer is always negative. Dostoevsky once wrote: “People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.” I’m not one …
It was a moment of invincibility. Our car sped through the bright sunbathed autumn landscape, with me riding shotgun and Youngblood’s The Warpath beating in my ears.The highway cut through miles of farms and forests. Farmers paused their work to watch us, an occasional cyclist gaped as we passed him by, dogs and cows scattered at our …
What are we supposed to feel when we discover that most of the things we want to say have already been said hundreds of years ago? Happiness, on realizing we’re not alone? Sadness, that we’re not unique? Just felt like sharing something Dostoevsky wrote: I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up …
I haven’t explored Bengali literature much and that has always bothered me in a consistent, nagging sort of way. My knowledge of Bengali is limited to 12 years of schooling, Satyajit Ray, and few other novels and short stories. I believe time is better invested in learning one way of doing a particular thing instead of multiple ways …
I’m nearing the end of Crime and Punishment. Dostoevsky is my (new) favorite author. Being in love with his works is like being in a disastrous relationship — you know you’ll go insane if you stick around, but you stick around anyway. I’m a little concerned about my mental health. I’ve returned the book to …