But I shall do it anyway.
Lo and behold! It's been eons since I last sat at my desk, just typing shit out to blogger, with both no audience and a huge audience in mind.
I have been working for a grand 2 odd years of my life. I can't say I dig each day, but at least I haven't been hating every moment. I guess Pharmacy work has its rewards buried underneath the heaps of patients, pills, prescriptions, money, time and sheer physical fatigue. And my optimism works hard picking off the thrash on top to get to the jewels below. I am exhausted. Near 7 years in Pharmacy, and I have finally finally finally almost paid out my dues.
This means I can start dreaming again.
I have forgotten the complete exhilaration of having something to live for, beyond routine, beyond passing faces and people, beyond fighting fire everyday. It has been so long that I became a little rusty. I became mildly scared of fulfilling them dreams. Stopping in my career right now, seems daunting. But thankfully, a part of me is still that original elephant girl. So dream I shall. My end in mind begins now! (I should end my short self update and begin my reason for being here).
The Time Traveler's Wife
My love for reading has somehow 'rekindled'. In between electronic pages, I soared through time and space, along with the time traveler who is the protagonist of this book that brought me here. As i finished up the book last night, I was profoundly affected. So I felt compelled to put a small part of what I felt, into actuality when I woke this morning. The Time Traveler's wife writes about a certain :Chrono-Displaced Person" by the name of Henry and his relationship with his wife. Yes, it is actually a love story, haha.
I shall not recount the story, since this piece is not really meant to be informative to anyone else but me. But if you have the chance to read it, please do. You will see. What I really enjoyed was the process of forward and backward flipping the book, making mental notes of the dates and piecing the accounts together in chronology. Subtly through this "Chrono-displaced" manner of writing, I find myself grappling with reality as the protagonist does; somehow going through the experience. I enjoyed how things sort of "make sense" in that fictional set up (no, I was not looking hard for any logical bone to pick). I enjoyed the attention to details (as good literature always inspires), the amount of work and research that went into building up real-life events and places. It was a powerfully written piece, terribly engaging, and led me through an emotional journey along with the main characters.
My favourite part of the book is that chapter where the main characters Henry (Time Traveler) and Clare (Wife) got married. Henry had inevitably, and uncontrollably, time traveled out of the stressful situation, and somehow Henry of the future time traveled to this bookmark in history to fill his place at Church. I loved that Clare married a different Henry from the future. I loved it because that moment crystallizes how Clare is in love with so many versions of Henry through time, and how she married all versions of him.
As I said, the protagonist is the Time Traveler. Most things revolve around the Time Traveler, and although the story volleyed between 2 narrative voices of Henry and Clare, it felt like more parts were told from his POV. Which made me query the title of the book, and what the author was trying to tell us. That led me to my own reflections about the book.
"Time is nothing."
Patient waiting was all the virtue in the book. Clare was always waiting, she never ran out of patience. Somewhere out there things have already happened. Events were just waiting to play out their course. They can do this over and over again in their own time frame. You can be a time traveler and jumble it all up but what goes around will eventually come around. The characters were all waiting for their own story to happen- like a digital movie, where all the pixels, events, sounds, colours were all already written. (What a juxtaposition to my earlier imaginations about dreams). They were all waiting, but Clare waited most of all. It made me reflect about my own impatience, and lack of tolerance for anything progressing a little too slowly. Lack of the ability to wait out for change. Lack of the tenacity to get through the first wind in order to feel the second. How I reflected.
As soon as I finished the book, I was staring at the content page and clicked back nearly automatically to page one and started reading again. I know I know, it sounds like a colossal waste of time. But hey, all this time has already been wasted, somewhere in the lineage.
Till next time,
sk
Lo and behold! It's been eons since I last sat at my desk, just typing shit out to blogger, with both no audience and a huge audience in mind.
I have been working for a grand 2 odd years of my life. I can't say I dig each day, but at least I haven't been hating every moment. I guess Pharmacy work has its rewards buried underneath the heaps of patients, pills, prescriptions, money, time and sheer physical fatigue. And my optimism works hard picking off the thrash on top to get to the jewels below. I am exhausted. Near 7 years in Pharmacy, and I have finally finally finally almost paid out my dues.
This means I can start dreaming again.
I have forgotten the complete exhilaration of having something to live for, beyond routine, beyond passing faces and people, beyond fighting fire everyday. It has been so long that I became a little rusty. I became mildly scared of fulfilling them dreams. Stopping in my career right now, seems daunting. But thankfully, a part of me is still that original elephant girl. So dream I shall. My end in mind begins now! (I should end my short self update and begin my reason for being here).
The Time Traveler's Wife
My love for reading has somehow 'rekindled'. In between electronic pages, I soared through time and space, along with the time traveler who is the protagonist of this book that brought me here. As i finished up the book last night, I was profoundly affected. So I felt compelled to put a small part of what I felt, into actuality when I woke this morning. The Time Traveler's wife writes about a certain :Chrono-Displaced Person" by the name of Henry and his relationship with his wife. Yes, it is actually a love story, haha.
I shall not recount the story, since this piece is not really meant to be informative to anyone else but me. But if you have the chance to read it, please do. You will see. What I really enjoyed was the process of forward and backward flipping the book, making mental notes of the dates and piecing the accounts together in chronology. Subtly through this "Chrono-displaced" manner of writing, I find myself grappling with reality as the protagonist does; somehow going through the experience. I enjoyed how things sort of "make sense" in that fictional set up (no, I was not looking hard for any logical bone to pick). I enjoyed the attention to details (as good literature always inspires), the amount of work and research that went into building up real-life events and places. It was a powerfully written piece, terribly engaging, and led me through an emotional journey along with the main characters.
My favourite part of the book is that chapter where the main characters Henry (Time Traveler) and Clare (Wife) got married. Henry had inevitably, and uncontrollably, time traveled out of the stressful situation, and somehow Henry of the future time traveled to this bookmark in history to fill his place at Church. I loved that Clare married a different Henry from the future. I loved it because that moment crystallizes how Clare is in love with so many versions of Henry through time, and how she married all versions of him.
As I said, the protagonist is the Time Traveler. Most things revolve around the Time Traveler, and although the story volleyed between 2 narrative voices of Henry and Clare, it felt like more parts were told from his POV. Which made me query the title of the book, and what the author was trying to tell us. That led me to my own reflections about the book.
"Time is nothing."
Patient waiting was all the virtue in the book. Clare was always waiting, she never ran out of patience. Somewhere out there things have already happened. Events were just waiting to play out their course. They can do this over and over again in their own time frame. You can be a time traveler and jumble it all up but what goes around will eventually come around. The characters were all waiting for their own story to happen- like a digital movie, where all the pixels, events, sounds, colours were all already written. (What a juxtaposition to my earlier imaginations about dreams). They were all waiting, but Clare waited most of all. It made me reflect about my own impatience, and lack of tolerance for anything progressing a little too slowly. Lack of the ability to wait out for change. Lack of the tenacity to get through the first wind in order to feel the second. How I reflected.
As soon as I finished the book, I was staring at the content page and clicked back nearly automatically to page one and started reading again. I know I know, it sounds like a colossal waste of time. But hey, all this time has already been wasted, somewhere in the lineage.
Till next time,
sk
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