After being primed by tons of references to “The Catcher in the Rye” there was no reason for me to not start it when I got my hands on this novel. It is written in the first person narrated by a sixteen year old boy called Houlden. I was almost three-quarters through the book when a line struck me. You know those lines for which you really read entire books? The lines that comes in a fast paced chapter and you suddenly hit the brakes… and stop… and rewind… yeah it was one of those lines.
It went something like this, “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.” I read it a few times. It was simple but it was dense. It is like a tap that will leak drop by drop into you for forever. It doesn’t seek donation, it seeks emotion and commitment.
There are so many things we would like to do but only if there was time. The scarcity of time, the understanding of its fleeting nature, and it’s rather unbiased behavior makes commitment a worthy companion.
This April the plans are rather softer. Even softer than last month as I am transitioning to the new routines. Though the deadline for the index preparation for the thesis on ‘Society and Senses’ will be end of May. I would be working on the first draft for the same. At the same time I am commissioning a short-story this month.
The blogs are not going to be weighed going forward. Though at-least 5 blogs or a post a week is the minimum expectation. Also, a more general ambition will be to set up and maintain a healthier routine and have an evaluation at the end of the quarter.