Not many years ago, I was this print crazy fanatic. Anything and everything that I came across in print would be devoured within the shortest possible time. I remember renting books at the shabby bookstores in the Godforsaken place called Kota and reading continuously, so that I could finish within a day and not pay the additional rent. At first, it was the rent, the paltry Rs. 40 a day that forced me into this habit. Later, it was the ecstasy of flipping through 500 odd pages a day, with breakneck speed and yet ensuring not a single word was missed, prodded me to carry on. Scores of Sydney Sheldons, The Lord of the Rings, many a Potters, couple of Rushdies, a recap of the God of Small Things, the three Dan Browns published till then and many more. All were consumed with that passionate voracity.
And Newspapers? And Magazines? Boy, did I love them! Every edition of India Today. Every article of TOI. The occasional glitterati-gossip of Times City. In the desolate and lifeless years of Kota, print was my one and only source of entertainment.
Fast forward four years, and Ican add a total of 6-8 books to that list! 8 books in 4 years! Sometimes I am amazed by what I have become and the ludicrousness of my actions. And if I wonder what went wrong with my cores, I am sure my lack of zeal in print can be attrubited as the primary reason. Reason or Symptom ? I am unsure about the absolute correctness of either.
But I believe, the solution is one. Going back to the Old Ways. NTU Library actually has a huge collection of decent authors. And I guess it is time to switch off the TV Shows and switch on the bed lamp. And get immered in the ficto-fantasy world of the black and white print.