Just finished up reading "Surely you're joking Mr. Feynman!'
Surprisingly, by the time I reached the end of the book, it saddened me. At first I thought that it was because the book was so goddamn interesting. I mean, just one person doing all these crazy things. People have their stereotypes about professors and scientists, but from my TIFR experience I know better. They can be among the most interesting people to talk to, but still, learning to play the drums, starting to paint, learning portugesse and spanish and japanese, learning baybylonian mathematics... and all this while also receiving the Noble Prize. His adventures were truly beyond the extraordinary. And there i was initally thinking that I was missing the book.
Didnt take long to realize that it wasnt the book that I was missing.. It was the time to do things that I really wanted to try out. Like learning all the sports that I possibly could, exhausting myself until I collapsed, learning to play atleast some instrument, biking long distances, dirt driving and all that crazy stuff.
I think its an inspiring book if nothing else. One of those that just remind you of something that you already know.
GETTING YOU PRIORITIES RIGHT
I've read (and also met) people who regularly take these massages at the most fancy places to relieve themselves of all the stress they have had over the week or so. Its such a futile exercise of trying to make right of things that you yourself knowingly made wrong of. I mean, you first you spend time getting yourself into a mess, and then you spend more time trying get out of the mess that you have been building up. Its darn stupid.
This book just reminds you that you are being stupid. And even after you realize that you are being stupid, you continue to be one. I guess thats what saddened me.
Hope I soon put an end to all this stupidity.
Till then, have a great weekend. You are now gonna keep hearing more from me :)