Bill Bryson's A short history of nearly everything.

I am reading this book and it is a riot. I have to keep reminding myself not to laugh out so loud. Since I get most of my reading done when I am outside, or when folks at home are sleeping, so...

I think I am enjoying it more because it is such a right time in my life to be reading this, okay that sounds grander than it is, it is just this particular sequence of books that I have or am reading along with this one, that makes me get this one better.

Just this one part I was on last night where he keeps going on and on about how the conditions on earth are just right for human life to survive, and if the earth had been just a little bit closer to or farther from the sun we could not have existed, and blah blah blah... I could gag on that. I had to force myself to read that part. Okay, skim, I would have gladly skipped it altogether, but only because the book has been so good so far so, you gotta cut people some slack, un till finally he says what I have been thinking all along, or more like Mr. Feynman says it, and I go, there, I knew there had to be a reason why I liked him so much. Mr. Feynman that is.

In case you are going what is she talking about? Here is the synopsis:

There are a lot of people who love to marvel at the fact how conditions on earth are just right for human life, how delicate a balance has been struck just so we could thrive, and they give plenty of examples to prove their point. It is a circular argument that looks very promising on the face of it. The trouble is that the truth is more than likely the other way round. Because the conditions were so we evolved. We evolved to suit our conditions not the other way around. You can call it divine providence all you want but really it is just.... well... yeah...

tera na hona

You know that song na hai ye pana na khona hi hai ye, tera na hona bhi jane kyon hona hi hai ye, from jab we met, I love that line, that idea, tera na hona ... hona hi hai ye.

I get that. I agree. In a lot of ways your absence is as good as your presence. In a very bad way, it is better than your presence. In your absence I can imagine you to be whatever suits my fancy. In my imagination you say all the things I want to hear. But when you are there yourself, you so irritatingly insist on saying what you want. ugh! what a spoilsport! main nahi khel rahi

ya shayad angoor khatte hain... beggars can't be choosers... whatever... let me live in my delusion. tera na hona bhi .... hona hi hai ye. It is a comforting thought and come to think of it, the external realities of life are of little to no consequence. It is the alternate reality that you create in your brain that helps you survive and get through the drudgery of everyday existence. So go ahead. Knock yourself out. Lord knows I do.