1 hour ago
me and thousands of others in this country like me, are halfbaked, because we were never allowed to complete our schooling. open our skulls, look in with a penlight, and you'll find an odd museum of ideas: sentences of history or mathematics remembered from school textbooks (no boy remembers his schooling like one who was taken out of school, let me assure you), sentences about politics read in a newspaper while waiting for someone to come to an office, triangles and pyramids seen on the torn pages of the old geometry textbooks which every teashop in this countrt uses to wrap its snacks in, bits of all india radio news bulletins, things that drop into your mind, like lizards from the ceiling, in the half-hour before falling asleep - all these ideas, half formed and half digested and half correct, mix up with other half-cooked ideas in your head, and i guess these half -formed ideas, and this is what you act on and live with.
i am quoting today my fresh #goodread : the novel "the white tiger" written by aravind adiga. i am reading between classes and in the metro, not being fully concentrated but am already quite fascinated by the narrative and observations that make you understand #incredibleindia and life here a bit more ❤