Grass hopping
I’ve cracked it. You know how we all think the grass is greener on the other side of the fence? Well, I’ve been interacting with a lot of people sitting on the side I’m keen on crossing over to, and they all have, without fail, dissuaded me from doing so, at some point or the other – some through their cynicism, others through their outspoken vehemence. And suddenly, it came to me, in yet another of those crossing over conversations. The grass just isn’t green at all. It’s yellow. And prickly.
I’m back to let you know
… that I can really shake ‘em down.
So I haven’t read a single book since February. Yes yes, that long ago. But to make up for it, I’m on three right now. One of which is called Red Sun, on the Maoist revolution (also called the Naxalbari or naxalite movement) in India.
It’s a great read. It’s a lesson in history, without being too preachy. And for once, it’s not toeing the Congress-line of national integrity and unity in diversity. It shows political speak and so-called retaliatory action for what they really are: a great cover job. More on that as I progress through this book.
