I love words.

I found this wholesome link on Reddit while I was doing some work (*cough*). As the US is riling under Mr. Pai’s proud accomplishments there are some countries that have figured it all out.

Every year since 1944, the Icelandic book trade has published a catalogue – called Bókatíðindi (‘Book Bulletin’, in English) – that is sent to every household in the country in mid-November during the Reykjavik Book Fair. People use the catalogue to order books to give friends and family for Christmas.

During the festive season, gifts are opened on 24 December and, by tradition, everyone reads the books they have been given straight away, often while drinking hot chocolate or alcohol-free Christmas ale called jólabland.

I wonder how different US would be if it adopted this tradition, what would an India be in which everybody read Harry Potter. May be this Christmas gift a book, a childish book about magic and goblins, and dreams and wonder. The balder I get the easier it becomes for me to get too serious about life and overlook the all pervading absurdity. Perhaps the world would be a happier place if we embrace the chaos and unreason and work with it instead of trying to tame it, as Camus put it wisely one must imagine Sisyphus happy.