To be able to live a whole century and relish that life to the fullest is a rare blessing. Khushwant Singh (2 Feb 1915 – 20 March 2014) is one of those blessed souls. It would be preposterous to wish his soul eternal rest since he had no such beliefs. Agnostic Khushwant: There is no God! is the title of one of his many books. He was a prolific writer. A popular writer, I should say. I don’t consider him a great writer although he could have been one, as evidenced by his novel, A Train to Pakistan . He was also a very knowledgeable person as revealed by some of his books on Sikhism particularly. But he chose to write for the masses. Probably, his acute awareness of the absurdity of human existence prompted him to do that. What appeals to me about Khushwant Singh is his sheer forthrightness. With malice towards one and all , as the title of one of his newspaper columns proclaimed tongue-in-cheek. It was not malice at all, however; it was plain honesty, utter lack
Cerebrate and Celebrate