‘Cyclone’ is a wonderful word. It signifies ‘turning in a circle’, just as the one-eyed Cyclops who gave Odysseus so much trouble might have done.
“Nice coincidence”, I thought to myself, as these were the first few words I read this morning. I have been reading this book “The Things that Nobody Knows” by William Hartston. When I picked this book, I went into a logical thought loop –
If these are the things that nobody knows, then how did the author know these things.
If there are things that nobody knows about, then there would be infinite things, as we do not even know that we do not know these things.
If there is no such thing that nobody knows, then there still will be one fact that no one will know – the knowledge that ‘there is nothing that we don’t know’ will always be missing
But let us park this philosophical stupidity for the moment, and talk about this book. 501 Mysteries of Life, the Universe and Everything – From lesser-known facts that ‘a day on Venus lasts longer than a year on Venus’ to even more lesser-known facts that the majority of giraffes are gay(See how I used less right after more, much like our life). This book, really, was about things that nobody knows.
Saitama: “If you really want to become strong, stop caring about what others think about you. Living your life has nothing to do with what others think.”
I was late to catch up on the second season of One Punch Man, a story about a hero who finishes all of his fight with just … One Punch 👊 How can this anime be exciting, if it is known that all it will take the hero to win, is just One Punch? Well, you need to watch it to understand. A major segment never connects with this genre, but those who do, go for it. Saitama keeps you laughing with all his antics, and weird monsters with the body size of Godzilla and brain size of Donald Trump, with a lot of philosophical gyan all over the place. I binged through One Punch Man, but was left wanting for more and starte searching for more animes.
Summer was preparing to stage a goodbye. Only a few patches of blue could be seen in the sky, as clouds claimed their ‘fair’ share of the canvas. We had left Bergen very early in the morning. And since Sandhya had taken complete ownership of driving throughout the trip (only she had a driving permit), we thought it would be unfair on her if we stayed awake. So we took our well deserved extended nap.
We woke up at a gas station. It was 8 in the morning, and we were just an hour away from our destination – 25km Kayaking in Gudvangen Fjord, the most anticipated part of our Norway Trip 🇳🇴. We got some gas for the car, and some fuel for ourselves, as we set for the next part.
Lying in the back seat of the car, early in the morning, when you have just woken up, with a lucid mind, and clarity, you soak in everything that flash before your eyes – beautiful houses lying on the vast canvas of green, like small LEGO boxes. Sky a mix of white and blue, with waterfalls in well-defined formation.
Kayaking in Fjords had been one of the top items in my wish-list. And an hour leading to setting up protective gears and archiving our stuff was spent with as much zeal as it was the activity itself.
May has ended. And it is that time of the year when the news is brimming with expectations of Monsoons. In June, but when? The wait and anticipation are going to increase every day. Mumbai awaits the downpour. There is some hesitation as well, with the experience city has with Monsoons, year after year.
Like everyone else, I too, am waiting for the Rain Gods. This time more than previous years. As this time it promises a much needed change in status quo. Where days have been passing by since 3 months, very similar to each other, I believe we all can use a cool breeze and some splatter against our window.
This reminds me of a beautiful book by Alexander Frater – ‘Chasing the Monsoons’. This book accompanied me while I was doing some chasing of my own,traveling to Meghalaya, with ‘Meghdoot’ and ‘Chasing the Monsoons’ in my bag. Both Alexander & I found what we were looking for.
If I had to be a season, I would be Monsoons. Then Winter, followed by Spring, Autumn & Summer. I am already dreaming about those overcast Saturday mornings. Waking up to thunders in the distant red sky. Good music in the background. And retiring in a chair in a shade on the terrace, with a book for a company.