My love for reading has evolved over the years, largely thanks to my wife and daughter’s voracious reading habits. I used to be intrigued and awed when I saw them finishing up a new book week in, week out. It made me feel that I wasn’t smart enough and had a lot to learn.
Reading is to mind what exercise is to body; a good book strengthens our intellect just like a sound workout does wonders for our physique. Well, at least this is what our elders claim. As a teenager growing up in a big city, I was having none of it. That is, until I came across Read more…
‘What revolves around the nucleus?’ ‘Electrons,’ shouted a fifth grader. The shocked tuition teacher praised him in front of all the other students, adding that it was unbelievable how a kid as small as him knew what students in the ninth grade struggled to remember.
My childhood was all about books – whether it was the stories they contained, the smell of new and used books, or the excitement of buying new books. It almost feels like I grew up reading books like Beauty and the Beast, Naughty Amelia Jane, Geronimo Stilton, Gilmore Girls, The Lord of the Rings, The Read more…
I was born in a middle-class family where one usually spends their life thinking about how to save money for the future. There is no scope for dreams about anything but a traditional 9-to-5 job. I started my schooling at the age of three. Until the seventh grade, my eyes were devoid of any dreams. Read more…
As a tenth grader, studying was the one thing I hated the most. If I am allowed to be more specific here, I am talking about reading books. Almost every other person in my life seemed to suggest me to read novels and non-fiction books for the sake of “entertainment”. For someone who just about Read more…
Back in tenth grade, the one thing I absolutely abhorred was reading. In fact, I even wondered how reading could be regarded as a real hobby. My dad, who happened to be a bibliophile, would often argue with me that books could boost my analytical skills. However, more often than not, his words would fall Read more…
My love affair with books started at a very young age. Even when the other kids went out to play, I would find myself completely engrossed in one book or the other. I still remember my grandparents telling me a fable every afternoon to put me to sleep. At night, my mother would gleefully read Read more…
It was the month of July. I was travelling from Jaipur, Rajasthan to Chennai for an international cultural integration camp by train. The train journey usually took three days and four nights. As most Indians would agree, spending three days in a sleeper coach of Indian Railways is no mean feat. To add to your Read more…
It is often said that books are a person’s friends, philosophers and guides. This could not have been any truer in my case. Be it the childhood days spent honing my English-language skills or those attempts at filling my inner void, books were with me through thick and thin. That said, the one instance that Read more…
