Tuesday, May 13, 2025

goodbye, things - Book Review

Last month, I read an interesting book titled ‘goodbye, things’


In the book, the author has shared his personal experience on adopting the Japanese minimalist way of life. He has even shared the thought process and tips to help anyone who wants a little more space in his/her life.




The book was so effective that I couldn’t read more than two pages without getting up and doing something about what it was trying to convey.


What comes to mind when we think ‘minimalist’? Uncluttered, clean, and simple. We can also say balanced and pure. So, what would a minimalist home and life look like? The book explained this in simple words.


Aren’t most of us going through life collecting things as we go on. Some of them are necessities, some add beauty, some are memorabilia, and some are pure nostalgia. But we are surrounded by them in our own house. What began as an effort to create a warm, homely space for ourselves soon converted into a maximalist project ‘museum’ from which there is no escape.


Yes, minimalism does start with identifying and letting go of things we do not need or things we thought we would use ‘someday’ or those we found pretty at the store and brought home thinking how to get its ‘money’s worth’ while it sits in some corner gathering dust; but this book is not just about getting rid of unnecessary belongings. It pauses to talk about the unseen need to have so many things that we feel define us or our self-worth. We are in a situation where we probably have everything we want but we have been programmed to seek more out of life. Nothing is ever sufficient. 


When I picked up the book, I had two boxes full of memorabilia from my past years of travel, which included everything from boarding passes to restaurant bills to entry tickets to brochures, to newspapers to sand and rocks and leaves besides the regular souvenirs – mugs, keychains, frames, etc. I was only adding to it with each trip. So, I took this big step of going through all those things one last time and discarding most of them. I saved a few things for the future, but I know I will never look at them, just like I had never looked back at them in all these years.


This book talks about how fewer things don’t mean less satisfaction and that we can actually find our originality when we are less surrounded by things from the past and the future. Read it to find how fewer possessions will give you more time for yourself, save you from commercial distractions, free you from your past image of yourself so you can focus on your current self and lead to a happier, more fulfilling life. 

Thursday, April 17, 2025

Underwater with the Sharks – Galapagos Islands

 Site: Isla Genovesa, the Great Darwin bay to be specific
seemed like the middle of nowhere in the South Pacific 

Sitting on the edge of a dinghy, my heart sinking fast

My guide, calling me in, But I didn’t think I could last


Zipped in a wetsuit with a safety jacket on top and fins

I recalled my pool snorkelling lessons; then all my sins


I slid down into the ocean, holding onto my floating ring 

The chill rising up from my feet to my throat, strangling


A deluge of ‘What ifs’ and ‘How coulds’ washed over me

So I plunged my face into water, & they all froze instantly


A big, blue world, albeit a bit blurred, 

Unlocked below me, as I demurred … 


Life in all astounding shapes and colours filled my eyes 

I couldn’t help wonder what the depths held as surprise 


A sense of timelessness and fleetingness hit me at once;

seeing them flit about their day with such nonchalance.


Silence infused every inch of space inside and around me;

Slowly dissolving me to be a part of this ethereal entropy


I tilted back to get some more air when someone shouted

Sharks over there!’ ‘Oh my god!’ I thought. ‘We’re routed.’


‘It’s the hammerheads. Guys! We are really lucky.’ I heard. 

And a knot of dread rolled down my throat with each word


My mind beseeched me to turn back, ‘We’ve seen enough’

My heart pounded hard ‘Why are you making this tough?’


‘Look down, ’ gestured my guide, tugging my ring excitedly

‘Do we really have to?’ I pleaded to deafened ears, meekly


Barely holding back my fears and holding myself to action

I plunged my face again, my adrenaline high in anticipation


There they were! Right below us, a school of hammerheads

with their winged, flattened heads; in fifties, if not hundreds 


It looked straight out of a sci-fi movie with an ill-fated climax

that I have to put on mute to slacken the emotional setbacks

 

‘This is not my home, it’s theirs’, I just couldn’t help thinking.

‘Ah! The audacity we have to invite ourselves over, prancing.’


And then, sting, sting, sting. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! On my arm

A feisty jellyfish stings out of the blue, without much harm


Glad to be alive after this skirmish with a minor aberration 

I seek out the dinghy to end my white-knuckling expedition