Not that I don’t like reading. Of course I do. Everybody does! Normally I read almost everything I can lay my hands on – and I’ve been accusing myself of being rather tasteless on this sensitive issue of books. When everyone around you is having opinions – and mind it – more than one opinion on books (like “its an ammmmmazing read dude, but you got to be really in a mood to read or you’ll hate it.” And “read this killer book at a slow pace, take atleast 2 months, else you wont understand it.” Along with “Read this one when you are looking for the reason for your existence, you’ll instantly know, but never start this when you are happy with the way things are with you”), you feel like a fool because even you looooove reading and even you have spent many nights with books, spent your tiny pocket money on them and still – most important- you have one only one opinion about book – for you they are either good or bad. See? This is what makes me feel completely stupid and definitely low brow – and I completely hate this! *sigh* What is it with people anyway?
And the books that I completely hate are, as I mentioned above- clumsy philosophy and self help claims. eeekk! That’s another reason for feeling like a dodo- not only I don’t understand them but me oh-so-much-hates ‘em all.
And they are everywhere. I stepped inside a book store and all around were various self help books or “The Alchemist” kinds. One moment please ladies and cruel men – Let me declare this here, in public interest, that I truly madly deeply dislike Paulo Coelho. Except for his “Eleven Minutes” which I liked, yeah…kind of. I was shocked to see that the biggest section in LandMark, Gurgaon is for self help books! And was stupidly the most crowded as well. I guess it is a fad, a trend that everyone is following blindfolded. Anyway. If I go back in time, I guess Shiv Khera’s “You Can Win” was the first such book I noticed – I was in junior school that time. I liked it tough; it had various stories…hahahaha. Bulbul – A friend of mine borrowed it from me and never returned it back…Damn you Bulbul! – You should return things that you borrow. How is Pune though? I heard that unlike
And I have promised myself to give away all such books I have – lying in that old dusty bag – to friends who want them and can in turn explain to me the art of having multiple opinions on a book. I can even offer you coffee and cookies at my new found place of peace, my house. You’re welcome. Oh, did I forget to mention the names of such books in my collection? Here you go – “The Alchemist who sold his Ferrari”, “The Monk Decides to Die”, “Tuesdays with Veronica”, “Count your heads before they break” and “7 Steps to Fearless Freaking Speaking”. Or something close to these…
Update: I’m in my new house! hurrey! I feel like a queen living in her palace overlooking the Sahara Mall – Odyssey to be exact. The amazing lazor beams dance on my wall opposite the bed at night, more so on weekends. Next weekend when I go to Odyssey, maybe I can try and locate my house from the top. 🙂 Thank for your lovely wishes friends. You have a happy blogger here now. 😀