Muses of Murari

I picked up this book to get immersed in much needed peace. Rather I got a fictionalized story telling. Although the book didn’t quenched my expectations, it gave me a bit of inner calmness.

Generally, in my opinion, books leaves lots of impressions. When I read a book, it stamps lots of thoughts and ideas on my mind. For a while, it mesmerizes me and convince me that nothing is more important than the topic at hand. For example, I read this book, it left me with lots of inner observations, thoughts related to peace, suffering, life etc.,. For a while it went like that, till I started reading another book. Then I read a Jules Verne’s light-hearted fiction. Then thoughts like life-to-be-taken-at-ease started to take shape and all the Buddhism knowledge went to background.  Later I read more serious books like Muhammed Yunus’s autobiography and now reading Engaging India, which orient my inner mumbling towards more serious thinking.

This pattern I observed in my five year reading habit. So it leaves me with a thought that reading books of all kinds will take me nowhere, if I keep getting seduced to them. May be there’s a choice. To choose one genre and continue reading all authors in it. Will I not miss some really good ones outside the shell? I will.

As far as these good companions keep me informed and help me in broadening my thinking, I’ve no regrets.

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