Musings. Et Al.
Stories and Opinions by Amit Gawande
Howdy! I am a software developer living & working in Pune, India. I am currently a product architect at Infosys – also a casual blogger, an amateur writer and a technology enthusiast.
Selected Posts for You
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Read. Patiently, slowly, uselessly.
・2 minsI recently read a great essay by Michael Harris where he dwells into his present-day struggles to read patiently, the old way. With focus. Paragraphs swirled; sentences snapped like twigs; and sentiments bled out. The usual, these days. I drag my vision across the page and process little. Half an hour later, I throw down the book and watch some Netflix. I completely empathise with this. I had realised early last year how difficult it had become for me to read, surrounded by the all-time connected gadgets.
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Book Review: And Then There Were None
・2 minsAgatha Christie, a name I saw at every bookstore and avoided every single time. The books ‘looked’ short, felt they had to be short stories for pre-teens. How wrong was I, to neglect the suggestion not to judge books by cover, by how they ‘looked’. And Then There Were None has to one of the finest, sharpest and crispiest whodunit mysteries I have ever read. Everything is perfect, to-the-point; all about the main story and the characters involved.
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The Unnatural Case
・6 mins“May I enter Detective?”, Mr Rao peeks through the open door of the kitchen. “I heard you had something you wanted to talk to me about.” “Of course, Mr Rao. Come in. And please call me Naik. ‘Detective’ burdens the conversation for no necessary reason. I just want to have some chat. And at the same, if I can get the work I am here for, done quickly, better for all of us.
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Equaling Out
・2 minsSana hated Joel. It was not because he was a terrible person. It was, rather, for exactly the opposite reason. He was a gem of a person. He always adorned his face with a wide, charming smile. A smile that captivated everyone, but was neither an attempt at hiding some innate stupidness nor a craving for being characterised as “the cheery guy”. It was all authentic. At work, he was best at what he did - extremely smart and diligent.
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When No One Cares
・2 minsRick was following this foreign body across his own home for quite some time now. He did not like new people entering his den, rather he scorned all who did. The loneliness that the fate had stewed into his existence had made him finicky. For him, the life was far better when he was left alone. And Rick was always alone. He was alone when he first opened his eyes in an orphanage.
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