WordWorship

What do you expect when you pick up a book by an author whose name is enough to cause waves? An author whose writings are said to have transcended times, races and generations? What would a book contain that has been called "The greatest novel in any language of the last fifty years" by none other than Salman Rushdie himself?

It had disgusted me right from the moment it had started. I had never felt so used or, according to me, even abused before. It was like am no better than a commodity or maybe an animal, decked up, displayed and ready to be sent off to the highest bidder. How do we buy cattle? The owner puts up a board saying he is ready to sell. Then comes the first round of perusal, see if it meets our requirements. If it does, we go to the store to get a first hand look and feel of it. All things set, start the price negotiations. And once it is ours, we scream our throats hoarse trying to get others' attention towards our newest trophy.  Well, this is how I view my marriage.

(P.S. --  This piece was written when I had put an image of a burning bridge as my dp on gtalk) I have seen many people not able to understand my profile pic (I had put it as my gtalk display pic too). Well, its that of a burning bridge. A burning bridge. I know it's quite weird to have that for your profile image, especially for the fact that your profile image says volumes about all the different facets of yours - your mood, your temperament, your outlook, etc. etc. etc. Well.... the same can be said about my profile image too. For me, it epitomises a lot of how we go about our lives. Bridges are mostly burned by plundering armies as they advance so as to cut out all routes of escape and/or by fleeing thousands as they try to delay those following them. But basically both of them do the same thing - burn bridges, cut communication, cripple the other side. And all that is left, of a thriving place once, are the remnants in form of ashes and ruins. I think this is how w...