Saturday, March 31, 2018


My recent books from Amazon. © Prashant C. Trikannad
Like a lot of people, I hoard books. I also read them. But I hoard more than I read. Every now and then I look at my modest collection of some 100-odd books, mostly fiction, and tell myself, "Someday I'm going to get around to reading them." That "someday" is probably meant to be somewhere in my post-retirement years, when I'll be sitting on a rocking chair by the window and gently rock myself to sleep with an open book face down on my heaving belly.

I have a thing for Minimalism, the new lifestyle buzzword. I like the idea of less is more. I try and put it into practice in nearly every sphere of life, clothes, shoes, newspapers, socks, gadgets, kerchiefs, private transport, and occasionally food — except books. In my opinion, books have nothing to do with minimalism, which actually has nothing to do with hoarding and everything to do with a mid-20th century art movement. Saved, at last.

But seriously, if I were to get rid of stuff, declutter as the new-age gurus say, I'd start with the mind, where all the troubles usually start — then everything would be fine. Can I try climbing Mount Everest, instead?

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