Sunday, 15 August 2010

I read, therefore, I am

All of us have a vice and mine is a very serious one: I am a compulsive reader. I simply can't help it. Mine is a case fit for Readers Anonymous, if such a body exists. I read and I read all that I can lay my hands on. If I can't find a book or a magazine then I read billboards and advertisements. I've always been like that, as far as I can remember.

The hidden aura of the written word, the magnetism of alphabets, all this is too strong for me to resist. I am the helpless being who is trapped in the whorl of words. I have tried everything: from keeping my head bowed down to asking my friends to pull me away if they find that I am helplessly attracted towards a bookshop or a billboard. Nothing seems to work.

But I think that somewhere deep within I lack the will to end this strange stronghold of words. I am a willing prisoner and I love being trapped by words. Only now I've decided to give it all back to the world and trap others in the same trap that imprisons me. So those who kept me behind the words, it's your turn now.

I may not write words that are impressive and meaningful but then who cares? For obsessive, compulsive readers like me, anything is worth reading. We drink words and are intoxicated forever...

With these words, I declare this bar of words open... for all those who are attracted by the power of words and love being imprisoned by words. It's fiesta time!


  1. Returning to India has been such joy for me in so many ways-not least among them is the status given to reading in India.
    One of the first jewels I have discovered is The Blaft Anthology of Tamil Pulp Fiction.
    I have tried to write about it but need to polish my piece a little.
    In the meantime, I will hope for and look forwards to being exposed to Hindi writing of today: novels, etc...

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