I have been lately reading a novel after a hiatus of
eight months, ‘The narrow road to deep north’. It has some beautiful Japanese
poetry embedded into it. One month is over since it arrived at my place. I
should have completed reading it. But wait, I had distractions in form of
internet buzzing everyday on phone.
Data consumption through phone is phenomenally high for
me with superfast 3G and an awesome Wi-Fi that never dies unlike the internet
which I had at home and was provided by a government service provider. It was
crappy and I used to pray for a decent connection every day. I survived on it
for more than four years. And here, the internet connectivity is superb. The service
provider here alerts you when there will be down time. I hadn’t experienced this
kind of internet service. The drawback is your phone is constantly connected and
you end up reading whole lot of now stuff beaming on ‘Reddit’, Travel blogs, NY
times or twitter. Today, I was reading one article on NY times that actually
lambasted the managerial skills of Marrisa Mayer, the CEO of Yahoo. For some two
years, Marissa was praised for leading Yahoo but this article actually painted
a completely different picture. You are under complete scrutiny if you are
leading a giant which is falling apart. Also I rarely visit Yahoo, so do many
people. That says it all. The article was longish and chronicled her two years.
The article link is here
I read many things beaming even through twitter
timeline. Sometimes it gives you good insight but it comes at a time when you
are neglecting your current task of completing a beautiful novel. There were
days when I used to get hooked to book and used to be get disturbed only by
your mom yelling at top of voice for idling.
You need to remain focussed with the task assigned to
you. The other day I found that YouTube streams in my office. And I started
streaming some Hans Zimmer music for one hour. Though I will complete the work,
no one around me uses YouTube in office. I need to stop it.
I hope to complete the novel as early as possible but
Saturdays and Sundays have turned dysfunctional for me. And weekdays, even after
you come back home even before six, things start to look bleak. I just touched
some 170 pages and it’s a long way to go for Dorrigo Evans to get out of Burma and
me to do something that is fulfilling my mind.
