On a reading note .. .

I was reading this book .Discovery of India by Pt. J.L.Nehru.Somebody came to me and asked which novel is it .I replied it is not a novel , it is a book. I know there could be a better answer :) . Clearly, this post is not a book review.Coz I haven't reached the last page yet .. :) Anyway! ..

I don't know why I picked it up from the book stand .It looked the most raw to me, very old and such old,historical things always appeal to me more than the contemporary ones. 
Such books even smell great, have a special aroma to fill you with. One of my friends say so. Visit her at http://hodgepodgemind.blogspot.com.

Every such art be it in the form of some book, movie, play always makes me talk to my inner self, helps me explore the world within myself, while I suppose it is not just with me but with everyone. Such things always take me to their world holding my hands and so smoothly dragging me with a not-so-recognizable impulsive force, override my ongoing emotions and feelings and establish their world of thoughts within me.

So, as I read through the book about some very old civilizations, invasions, evolution, progressions, I land into those raw worlds of not so developed races or probably too much developed for that time, and probably I could relate myself more to it since it talks mostly about my own land only.

I have been wondering to read about the years that have gone, a very easy process of time moving into the opposite direction in which I move. Standing from a time zone as far as some thousand years back make me question about the evolution of myself and everyone around and everything around. 'Everything' might seems to be an easy term, yet fulfilling to talk about the things that have evolved because truly everything has evolved.
 
And this feeling that I too shall pass like all those who have, and I have only a millionth part of this earth's age for myself fills me with all the vigor, passion and puts me in a fight to bring immortality to myself. I want to live forever. I want to see this world forever, to see how will it change in future, what would be the new evolution. I dont think our ancestors would have ever imagined their descendants would be doing the things we do and so can't I do the same for my descendants, but this imagination excites me that what new would flourish on this planet.

Change is constant, I believe. But it depresses me at the same moment.
How so depressed I feel about the changes, this Discovery of India  and world, nonetheless, will continue.