Addicted to the smell of new books?

No online experience can match it. Sorry Flipkart, you fail.

As I walked into a bookshop today, I felt it. The amazing experience…the splash of colors, the distinct smell and the thrill of exploring a treasure. Yes, I have this experience every time I have walked into a bookshop. Online shopping is cool but it can never give me the plethora of so many colors, the warmth and the intoxicating smell of new books. I have known a lot of people to be addicted to that smell and probably some have written about it. It truly is inebriating…you just don’t feel like leaving the place. Simon Sinek is so right in his talk that technology can only make things go fast but it can’t replace the experience. You have to, have to experience.

My separation with the bookshop, like always, was tough. As tough as fitting all the books in the bookshelf of my apartment is getting. And you may want to share them but you don’t want to part with them.

Looks like it’s a month of talking about my passions…first music and now books.

If life would give me that opportunity, I will more than keenly just snatch it. Days where on a huge couch I can have music on my earphones, the book and its exalting smell along with the aroma of freshly ground coffee…heaven, bliss! I don’t understand why would people need to look for other pleasures. Ah yes, added to that if I could have my 40 minutes on the treadmill, fresh salads and chatting sessions with Sumit, moms and dads. Life...! 

Go, get your wings

I am truly amazed at its power. I have been perturbed, bothered and irritated for reasons that are important to me but which when I share with others are just reduced to being minuscule or something I have to be patient about. It’s only then I turn to it and why do I? Doubtlessly for its overbearing power to pull me out of my current state and at least get me back to normalcy.  I take a bow for its greatness, various forms and profoundness.  

I bow to Music, in all its kinds, forms and varieties.

So many variations, so many languages, so many notes (high and low) all in a concoction of so many different lyrics. Lyrics which have the mystical ability to connect me with god and see beyond or make me introspect or make me see the supernatural.  Lyrics which unlock my otherwise tormented imagination and I see myself afloat and liberated, liberated from time, expectations and everything socially righteous. Lyrics so deep that they make me euphoric, so euphoric that I cry as they touch my deepest thoughts.  

So many rhythms wedded to perfect beats and the voice of the artist, sweet voice.  The impeccable rhythmic creation which has the immense and amazing power to entice me out of an emotional turmoil and carry in a melodious realm. The beats which make me want to dance as if there is no tomorrow, dance as though there no worries and discover myself in the movements. Beats which make me feel free, free from everything stifling and my own shortcomings. 

Music is so so powerful. It connects you and me, it connects me with god, it connects me with the real and the unreal and it connects me with me.