What is it about English? What is it about any language, for that matter?
I’ve been an avid reader all my life, as far as I remember. Right from being the first one to finish reading stories in my text books, to picking up cousins’ story books. It’s been my usual habit. I don’t remember ever when I said ” I don’t feel like reading, or I hate to see these novellas.” I have always been nagged by my cousins to be always consumed in books when they enjoyed watching TV or playing ghar-ghar.
Books have been more of an addiction to me than a hobby. I can’t resist the temptation of seeing a book store and not going in for a look. I still have memories fresh in my mind when my cool-headed, most patient dad, use to lose his control and throw my novels, or story books out. 🙂 Twice, I remember, with much naustalgia now.
I used to love reading mystery fiction…Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, Satyajit Ray….or even unknown writers….maybe it’s coz people read different authors…like Sidney Sheldon, Jeffery Archer…. but.., does it really matter what or whom we read?… Wasn’t it always about reading good stuff. I thought reading good material made the difference, and not that reading trash was what was needed. Today, those who have grown up reading these authors are better off.
I have been into debates, I’ve been into compering. I was so seriously drawn into debates that I once seriously thought of taking up Law as a profession. There was a time when I felt that I could debate on any topic, you just tell me which side I’ve to be on. It doesn’t matter what my opinion is, but I was always full with both sides. For compering, I was the unparallelled, unbeatable queen of Hindi compering world. (The guy who always beated me for English was my first crush!!! ufffff….what a voice, man!). I still remember, when in trouble, no teacher could think of any other name than me and him for compering a school function. First Sports Day, first Annual Day. You name it, I have it. Short time, Better performance. I remember the incidence and my heart beats with joy, and fills with pride. Beautiful Moments of Glory. But what’s the use. Here I am, much defeated now.
They say language is not learnt in a few days. I have spent my whole childhood learning it, and here I am, just to realise that whatever I learnt, all those basics I developed and stuck to, the whole of my life, were all wrong. All that, because of which I’ve won all those accolades. All wrong. Wrong usage of the language.
Today, when I need my efforts, my inputs to give me returns, I realise that all of them have been wasted in the wrong direction. Now, I’ve to spend sleepless nights going all over RC Passages and mug up as many words from them as I can. Now, I’ve to read and feel it as a heavy burden on my heart. Novels, which used to make me go on reading without even blinking….now, I’ve to read them as a duty.
My Advice: Crush hobbies. Develop interests!
Probably, this is “Life”.