Truly Deeply Madly
In Love With Books
Aditi, childhood friend of my younger sister gifted her a writing register on her sixth birthday.
Being kids at that time we were puzzled to receive such a gift. At one point we laughed out over it but on second thought it came out to be the smart and relevant gift among all.
That incident for sure has left a deep mark on my heart. It keeps coming back to my mind whenever I think of deciding any gift for my son’s friends.
This brings me back to my original write up BOOKS.
I love the idea of gifting books to people, though I could not do it quite often as most of the time I am being criticized by people around me. They believe it is a forced gift for kids. Kids love to have toys, fancy dresses and other attractive things on their birthdays or Diwali, not books . But what is wrong in becoming an annoying aunt who gives you what she likes for your birthdays.
Did Aditi thought twice before gifting that writing register?.
I guess not.
But somehow I win the battle and try to gift books and activity kits to kids around me.
The love of reading and keeping books around does not come naturally to most of the people it need to be developed. To be more precise it needs to be cultivated.
Someone also introduced me to the habit of reading by handing over her novel to me when I was traveling from Delhi to Agra in Taj Express , that was the day I fell in love with the art of reading. That was sixteen years back and since then there have been innumerable sleepless nights that I spent reading books.
Today if you ask people how much time of the day they spent reading, they will say they don’t have time for reading, but who does?
It’s not about finding the time, it’s inventing it.
Every day I see lot of people in Metro watching movies over phone , playing colored crystal game, chatting or surfing social networking sites.This is the time one can invest in reading.
It is just one example it may vary from person to person , one has to dig out deep which time span suits him or her for reading.
It is hard to explain the feeling that a place full of books gives me , it is as good as I may get in any spiritual place.
Last year due to some official commitment I could not visit the World Book Fair. I never miss out on visiting Delhi Book Fair and World Book Fair . It felt like someone has snatched something very valuable from me.
I never come out of a book store without buying any book except when a book that my heart desires is out of my budget and I keep telling my heart , don’t worry you may find this book in some exhibition at a discounted price or maybe this store will have a sale period just like clothing and shoe stores and then my dear heart you can fulfill the desire of having this magical wonder with you.
One of my friend ‘Anita’ who lives in my society told me few months back that the parents of her kid’s friends have together formulated a group – “A Book Club ” where all the kids in consent with their parents select a book which all the kids will read and once a month everyone will meet and the kids will discuss about the book and share their learning and ideas about the book.
I tried to enroll my kid in that group but as he was the youngest one ,
she believed his intellect will not match with the other grown up kids sense of understanding.
Keeping my disappointment aside, What a brilliant idea ! I simply loved it.
In the movie ‘Sex & the City’ there is a sequence where Carrie Bradshaw is with John James Preston and she takes out a book to read “Love Letters of Great Men” . John comments ‘ I think you may be the only one who is taking out the library books to read’ .To this Bradshaw replies ‘ I love the smell of the old books’ . I completely concur, the smell and beauty of inked words is incomparable.
Reading is wonderful even better than listening to the most wonderful words in the world.
If someone says to me ‘I LOVE YOU’, I would say yeah yeah put that in writing.
One of my friend,Neha,is fond of printed photographs of her kid’s each moment .
I wonder why she gets them printed when in today’s digital world she can always see them on mobile or laptop screens or even on digital albums . She said when you hold a printed photograph in your hand and look at it, there are hundreds of different emotions you feel . I understood her state of mind and completely agree to her viewpoint. The same rule is applicable to holding a book and reading those magical words.
People like me should be charged and locked away for ‘ TSUNDOKU’*
I have no shame in admitting that I even pick up books no one has ever heard of or is long forgotten in the sand of time or is not so popular among readers. I believe all books teach you something even the ones which literature critics shuns away.
When I become tired of my routine life I go to Cha Bar in CP, Delhi which is housed in one of my favorite spots Oxford Book Store. Drinking a cup of coffee among a bank full of knowledge is just great.
* the condition of acquiring reading books/materials but letting them pile up in one’s home without reading them.
“Tsundoku” originated as Japanese slang (積ん読) “tsun-doku“. 「積ん読」 came from 「積んでおく」 “tsunde-oku” (to pile things up ready for later and leave) and 「読書」 “dokusho” (reading books).