I don't remember when a book made me laugh so histerically like this one.
It is funny and educational at the same time.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
America: A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction by Jon Stewart
I don't remember when a book made me laugh so histerically like this one.
It is funny and educational at the same time.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Stumbling on Happiness, by Daniel Gilbert
Very entertaining, witty,insightful book about mysteries of the human mind.Written by renowed Harvard psychologist Daniel Gilbert.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
The Magic Mountain, by Thomas Mann
One of my friend's favourite novel...Alas, not mine.
I am on page 90 and giving up. Too boring :-(
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Don't go far off
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Pablo Neruda
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Pablo Neruda
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Meditations, by Marcus Aurelius
"Nothing can happen to any man that nature has not fitted him to endure."
"Try to move men by persuasion; yet act against their will if the principles of justice so direct. But if someone uses force to obstruct you, then take a different line;resign yourself without a pang, and turn the obstacle into an opportunity for the exercise of some other virtue. Your attempt was always subject to reservations, remember; you were not aiming at the impossible. At what then? Simply at making the attempt itself."
"Love nothing but that which comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny."
"The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing..."
"Never go beyond the sense of your original impressions....Supply no additions of your own, and you are safe..."
"There is a type of person who, if he renders you a service, has no hesitation in claiming the credit for it. Another, though not prepared to go so far as that, will nevertherless secretly regard you as in his debt and be fully conscious of what he has done. But there is also the man who, one might almost say, has no consciousness at all of what he has done, like the vine which produces a cluster of grapes and then, having yielded its rightful fruit, looks for no more thanks than a horse that has run his race, a hound that has tracked his quarry, or a bee that has hived her honey. Like them, the man who has done one good action, as the vine passes on to the bearing of another summer's grapes."
"Try to move men by persuasion; yet act against their will if the principles of justice so direct. But if someone uses force to obstruct you, then take a different line;resign yourself without a pang, and turn the obstacle into an opportunity for the exercise of some other virtue. Your attempt was always subject to reservations, remember; you were not aiming at the impossible. At what then? Simply at making the attempt itself."
"Love nothing but that which comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny."
"The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing..."
"Never go beyond the sense of your original impressions....Supply no additions of your own, and you are safe..."
"There is a type of person who, if he renders you a service, has no hesitation in claiming the credit for it. Another, though not prepared to go so far as that, will nevertherless secretly regard you as in his debt and be fully conscious of what he has done. But there is also the man who, one might almost say, has no consciousness at all of what he has done, like the vine which produces a cluster of grapes and then, having yielded its rightful fruit, looks for no more thanks than a horse that has run his race, a hound that has tracked his quarry, or a bee that has hived her honey. Like them, the man who has done one good action, as the vine passes on to the bearing of another summer's grapes."
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