A new direction

Slowly, I will move my blog into something like Gates Notes: https://www.gatesnotes.com/

I will talk about everything under the sun - history, politics, culture, books, etc.

And also about artifical intelligence, machine learning, and data mining within the context of geological and geophysical domain.

I will still continue to preview my photography, and some of my writing samples.

Those Red Brick Hutments

Diary, December 20, 2016.

Those Red Brick Hutments

On a train ride to Roorkee from Delhi, the train reaches Roorkee later in the evening.

The train stops there for a minute or so. You have to bring your luggage close to the door so that you can get down with your entire luggage in a timely manner. 

I usually stand at the train door 20-30 minutes before the station arrives. I sometimes open the door of the train. The strong shaft of air hugging the train in the evening is very refreshing. In fact, it is quite exhilarating. 

Especially, in a cold December evening in North India. The sunset had begun an hour ago. The cold wind slaps you.

Inside the train, there is a cacophony of YouTube on phones, tablets, and laptops. Some of them are watching Bollywood movies, Hollywood movies, Sunny Leone channel, smut, and even a clip from the Rocky movie signature tune. Then, there are also vendors walking down the aisles of the entire train screaming “Chai”, “Ice Cream”…

Outside, amidst the sugarcane farms, dry husk from sugarcane is often burned. The fire gives bright red outlines seen in the sunset dark from the speeding train. Strangely, the red flickering gives a feeling of warmth and solace this winter from a distant place, we are moving away from. Warmth and solace from all this noise inside.

Occasionally, you see solitary red brick hutments in those fields. There is always a single light inside in each of them. Is someone watching the YouTube there too?

A feeling of emptiness

The Association of Small BombsThe Association of Small Bombs by Karan Mahajan
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I was at my parents home, and on Christmas morning, I picked this book. A few hours later, I had read it completely in almost 1 sitting. Set in Delhi, against the backdrop of smaller acts of terrorism which seldom make TV and newspaper news for a day or two but they have a butterfly effect causing a very brutal chaos for eternity.

Karan is an engrossing story teller. Sometimes, he is too verbose, but that is Ok, if the story he writes has humanity. The book leaves you with a feeling of emptiness - that is what it was intended to. Terrorism destroys all who are touched by it. In the end, it is dark nihilism unleashed.

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