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An excerpt from "Life of Pi"

My experience cues me not to usually, really be amused by any book which has won the author a Booker Prize or any Prize for that matter, but specially Booker Prize.

This book seems to be an exception. Few excerpts from the book.

Note: I love being lazy and anything remotely related to Lazy or laziness, and this can be why the below mentioned few lines struck me strong (doesn't really go with the Lazy in the same line :) )

I had the great luck one summer of studying the three-toes sloth in situ in the equatorial jungles of Brazil.It is a highly intriguing creature. Its only real habi is indolence. It sleep or rests on average twenty hours a day.Our team tested the sleep habits of five wild sloths by placing on their heads, in the early evening after they had fallen asleep, bright red plastic dishes filled with water. We found them still in place late the next morning, the water of the dishes swarming with insects. The sloth is at its busiet at sunset, using the word 'busy' here in the most relaxed sense. On the ground the sloth crawls to its next tree at the rate of 250 meters an hour, when motivated, which is 440 times slower than a motivated cheetah. Unmotivated, it covers fours to five meters in an hour. As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.And the sloth's slightly better sense of smell should not be overestimated.

Note: Below one for the smart usage of language.

My name isn't the end of the story about my name. When your name is Bob no one asks you "How do you spell that" Not so with Piscine Molitor Patel.
Some thought it was P.Singh and that I was a Sikh, and they wondered why I wasn't wearning turban.
It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names. Witness Simon who is called Peter, Matthew also know as Levi, Nathaniel who is also Bartholomew, Juda, not Iscariot, who took the name Thaddeus, Simeon who went by Niger, Saul who became Paul.

You would surely want to have this one in your collection.

Having seconds thoughts about The White Tiger
- Me


  1. Quiet thoughful... i like the lazy part... and i know you just want to be like that...:)


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