Kaaku’s blog

Paulo Cohelo has one big problem.

He writes the most interesting stories. That touch your heart. That make you smile and cry and laugh at all the right places.
He writes so you not only read but become the person he is writing about and live their lives.
You are surprised by some of the moments, can’t wait to see what happens next despite the simplicity of the story itself.. and are afraid when things arent going well for the character.
Both books are real and unreal, the hero and heroine and the lessons they learn are beautiful and memorable.

But the endings????

For all the lessons I learnt while I read the books.
For all the waiting I had to go through to reach the one hundred and ninty second page.

You give me this???

I dont know what the end should have been. But not the ending you gave me. I wanted a revelation. Some truth. Some explanation. Some thing other than a happy ever after.

If I wanted a happy ever after, I would watch something hollywood!!

(Book club members planning on reading eleven minutes: Its a great book so long as you skip the last chapter.)

Ps: Same for Life of Pie. Different author. Same problem.)

On an impulse I called one two three four and then all of a sudden nine people over for lunch last Saturday.

The plan was to eat first and then go over to an Indian temple some place outside the city.
The food turned out okay but the weather did’nt. By the time it was time to go out - it was grey and rainy and cold - as only Oslo on a bad day can get.

So plans were changed and we decided to stay indoors and play a few board games.

I thought I had left my competetive spirit to rest after the ( I don’t even want to think about it) the tetris defeat.

But during the gamet it resurfaced in full force:) The game is called acquire and is terribly interesting. I can’t wait to play it again.

( and win)

The game finshed around mid night and although I was pretty tired after the cleaning and cooking and playing. I realized there is one really wonderful thing about having people come over.

At the end of the day..you are already home:)

I admit to having spent many nights this year with my ‘eyes wide open’ instead of shut.

Sometimes for reasons that make no sense outside of my head.

and sometimes for no reason at all.

In order to sleep, I would sometimes think of happy memories – family, friends, warmth, choclate..

And sometimes I will plan the next day and the day after and after in excrucuiating detail.

And enough times I would count - sheep or cute men, depending on the type of night it was.

Then someone told me that sleep is nothing but a form of death.

I hate talking about death ( ask Gerdur and her hanging from the ceiling picutre)

and listening about it. And writing about it.

But this person would’nt stop. He asked me to be dead. To try to be dead. He said that we can learn to live if we accept death as part of our lives.

This is what he said – quote - unquote and all that:

‘ When you want to end your day, close your eyes and go to sleep, die. Just tell yourself - I was alive and now I am dead. ‘

‘I don’t care about what ever has happened until today and I don’t really care what will happen to my world tommorow since I am going to die right about now.

‘So long and thanks for all the fish but I am dispensable and someone else will have to take care of the world – work, family kids, friends,boyfriend fron now on, because I am no longer available.’

Then take your last living breath.

The next day when you wake up and - if you wake up:) start living till its time to die again.

Repeat process for as long as required.’

I laughed at the person who told me this, But at 3 am the following nights – tired if counting sheep and men, - I sheepishly went under the covers and.. well you know.. practicied the art of d******

Just so you know - it works!

I love this story:)

When I was a kid, I figured I will be happy when I ride a bike.
When I rode a bike to school, I knew I would be happy when I was in college - away from home.
When I was away from home and in collge, I really wished I’d get a job soon and get a real life
When I got a job, I just knew i’d be happy if I found someone to share it with.
When I found that person, I just wished I could go back to being single and happy..
or perhaps.. a kid. .. Yes, I know that a child of my own would make me really really happy.
When I got the kid, I knew real happiness would be when they grow up and I could leave all my responsibilities behind.

When I am old, I wish I could go back to the days when I was learning how to ride a bike,

I spent my entire life postponing ‘being happy’ .

There is no such thing called tommorow or yesterday. The only ‘time’ that exists is now.

There is no such thing as ‘thing’. The only ‘thing’ that exists is what my mind is on.

If my mind is on something that I ‘want’ but don’t have. I have nothing - including what I have.

And if my mind concentrates on what I have. I have everything and all the time in the world to enjoy it.

I found it inspiring aynways:)