sunday afternoon on the couch

what a pleasure, after many weekends spent with friends,family,attending functions, finally a heavenly day,spent in my own company. its funny how seldom, we find the time to just be alone,....to listen to music you haven't heard in ages,...to start reading another book,....my idea of heaven on earth,..emerging from this blissfull cocoon, to eat something every know and then, heavenly, truly heavenly.

listening to a corrs, cd today and the chorus from the song titled "rain" sort of encapsulated my mood,... we are living on hope, we are living on life/depending on truth until the day we die.and i was thinking listening to a couple of old cd's, how much is written bout love, lost love/found love/looking for love. and i couldn't help but feel, if human beings just channelled all this love we are fixated on, in the right direction, we would spend less time, hating/fighting/land grabbing, all of those insane things we do for money and power,... and create a better world, hahaaaa who am i kidding, we are essentially selfish strange beings and nothing we do is without some ulterior motive,.....i am most definitely a cinic.

but back to my couch, ive decided it's the simple pleasures in life that are the most rewarding, and know at 10.30 in the evening, i am already,... not looking forward to the 9-5 ahead of me tomorrow,aaaah the monday blues are creeping in.

the ray of sunshine though is the book i've started reading, which i think, will break the monotany, of the business week,... "the in between world of vikram lall." by m g vassanji. he begins his tale, thus...
my name is vikram lall, i have the distinction of having being numbered one of africa's most corrupt men....set in kenya between colonialism and independence, vikram inhabits, a similar in between world, what becomes inteesting for me as in all diasporic tales, how much of our cultural baggage,do we carry with us? the memories of the past inherited from great grand parents etc, how much do we cling to this inherited identity, do we use it really to set us apart? do we despise it, as we desire a different sense of belongingness, in our new homelands?

as years pass and children are borne, great chunks of our original cultures are lost,...language,food,way of life,.. it all starts changing. i wander sometimes wether it is important to retain it, or more important to become holy part of the countries we are borne in, how indian am i really?...
tune in to this space, to decipher this journey wih me.
have we all really become a global people, intent on living, loving, really just getting on with it,...and the struggles in life are really a global struggle.
perhaps i need a cause, ....the life of the single surbabinite, ..lol.with too much time on my hands im sure,... so when ure sitting on the couch, getting into the head of vikram lall, you get too thinking bout this stuff.

im definitely making a date with my couch soon, very soon.