Of Stories & Tellers

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We all are story tellers, aren’t we? What else would you call the way we cook up stories when we want to lie, when we manage to create imaginary characters just to please our children, when we write essays and autobiographies in schools or better still manage to grab the attention at get-togethers as we go about narrating simple day-to-day incidents with a panache that has everybody hooked!

My first experience with a real story was the day I had asked my mom the eternal question – Mamma, where did I come from? And my mom very lovingly placed me on her lap to narrate a story which began with the usual Once upon a time. I clearly remember I had asked my mom to narrate this one so many times to me that I had lost count. I loved the part where she said “And we got you home!” I just loved the joy that one sentence carried.  Perhaps that was the moment I fell in love with stories and with happy endings too!


As I grew up my mother introduced me to reading, Cinderella being my first book ever. Since then the appetite for books has just increased. She thought she is taming a hyper active child but actually books only became one more activity for me as I literally gulped them down.  I remember our summer holidays, going to nani’s house in a train with all kinds of knick knacks packed in the bag. We were allowed to buy one thing to last during the journey. My brother usually bought a game while I got a book. My mom would purposefully hide it, only to hand it over once the actual journey began because she knew it won’t last the whole journey any which ways and I would be back to my ever questioning self! And I had to make do after she gave me one spiteful stare and said “No… I am not buying you any more books….


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I would spend my whole summer holidays playing with my toys. I would line them up in a row and enact a story making each one of them a character, try to imitate different voices, give them names and make them do things I had probably read somewhere or seen on TV. Not that we had a lot of variety when it came to TV in those days but whatever little it was, was enough to trigger my imagination.

Once on a whim Mom got me enrolled at a nearby library. It was at my insistence as she found it difficult to have me around the whole day with nothing to do. I had just given my boards and yes nothing was exactly what I did the whole day. One day I came back from the library stating “Ma, that library Uncle wants to meet you. He says he won’t give me any more books without that”. 

The first thought that came to her mind was she is surely reading something she should not be. Off we went to the library and that Uncle seeing my mom began “We just wanted to check is she really reading?” My mom in all her bewilderment replied “Oh yes.. That is what she does. The only thing I see her the whole day with is a book. Why what happened? Is she reading something wrong?” “Arre noo.. We are all surprised at her pace. She has almost read 3 books in a day and that too thick novel and we thought the girl is just doing this for fun but when we asked her the story she remembered it all, so thought of asking you. “ Though mom heaved a sigh of relief there I knew I was going to get a lecture of how much was enough. And lectured I was, not only that day but for years to come. For everytime I did not like anything that was happening around me I would grab a book and get lost in the oblivion. 

Slowly as the characters begin to come to life and the story begins to take shape all the noises begin to drown in the background and all that can be heard is the rustling of pages along with my pacing heart beats. 


I can actually visualize my mom even now, screaming at me, don’t read so much, don’t read in this position, and don’t read in poor light, not when you are travelling, you will get bad eye sight. And I would be thinking, “Whatever… I am still reading...” and turn a deaf ear. She is so fed up with me now that she has stopped saying anything! 


Nothing and mind it nothing could stop me from reading even after millions of such incidents. I have finished novels in hours and spent the whole night talking in my sleep about how beautiful it felt. I have read till wee hours and cried myself to sleep when a character has faced pain and hurt, the most impact-ful for me was the 7th and final part of Harry Potter. I cried like a child when I read the moment he dies in the book. No it was not because he was dying, it was the emotions that had choked me up there.


How can I forget the tears I shed when I read P.S I love you, Love story, Harry Potter, A walk to remember, How about a sin tonight, Love, Peace and Happiness, Seven steps in the sky, various Chicken Soup Series, Aleph, Veronica decides to die , Women writing in India (I & II) etc etc


The giggles I had while reading Two states, some of Cecelia Ahern's  books, Princess Diaries, Diary of wimpy kid, Harry Potter (again!)


The magic I witnessed in Harry Potter (yet again - gosh I think I need to do a separate post on all that I learnt in these 7 books), Manual of the warrior of the light, Lord of the rings, Cinderella , Snow-white, Rapunzel, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty............

The beauty of love & relationships I experienced when I read Home, Where do you belong, From the eyes of my mind, Life of Pi, Brida, A calendar too crowded, Because I am girl,

The charisma of friendship I felt in 5 Point Someone, One night at Callcentre, If God was a banker, Custody, To live once again, Life-as it is, It's your move wordfreak, Urban shots, Oh... the list is endless................



Throughout my growing up years I had rationing on my book-buying. So the moment I started earning I made a list of books –to-be-read and would save for them every month. Thanks to the Landmarks, the Crosswords and the Flipkarts of the world now I demand only vouchers are my birthday gifts too as I go about buying all the books in the world!


The moment I enter a bookstore I am like a crazy kid in a toy store. I run my fingers over the various books there first just to get a feel of them, and suddenly stop at one. I somehow believe books speak to me. And I stop at a book that has just started saying something. I feel the book, read the blurb and then I open the pages to smell them. Once I am convinced with the feelings this actions have invoked I buy that book. Sounds weird - but then that's Moi!! ;)



Few days back when I was maha- upset I ended up buying some 11 books – each one I was lusting for since a long time and my did I feel good.. I was jumping the moment I saw them. I thrive on books and I cannot imagine a moment without them.  They transform me to a world full of imagination, make me believe in things which perhaps are not common around me but I know they do exist.


I breathe books when I am reading and live them when I write. My love for writing perhaps generates from the deep rooted love for anything related to words. I am a book horder, having some 450+ books and I dream of a house with a library in it someday. And when I will die I want to be buried with my books so that I can continue to exist in my magical world of words. The only thing my heart says right now is....

 
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P.S: I know this is a little bit longer post than my usual ones, but I guess once in a blue moon I am allowed to indulge myself in such pleasures ;)


 
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Comments

  1. No that's not too much to ask for. :) One day, I will have the time to make this little dream of mine come true.. one, which I had seen when I was 7 or 8, that I was sitting on the floor in a room full of books, heaps of books all around me.. and phew.... what peace!
    Right now, I have at least 15 new books lying, waiting to be read and devoured. The pace at which I read is not exactly proportional to the pace I buy them. Its just so tempting to possess and then, be content with the feeling that there is a lot to read. It's like one will never feel alone - I have books!!

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    1. Ah! Finally something I was dying to hear :)

      Wow a huge same pinch for those words Punam..HUGS <3

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  2. Good choice of books. Brida is one of my favourite books.

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    1. Wow Suzy Same pinch. That book is surely a masterpiece!

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  3. "Don't read in poor light" I've heard this many times:) I chuckled many a times (Alone!! and my family members would look at me with strange expressions) while reading Two States:)But I don't shed tears while reading (Frown)
    Oh, I want to talk a lot about this post but then my comment will be......::)
    And it was so difficult to read after sixth para as the font becomes sooo small...:) Very interesting Read Me!!!:)

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    1. So sorry Tarang.. blogger was acting very funny today but thankfully it has got rectified now :)

      Thanks so much dear!!

      Oh you don't... I cry at the drop of a hat you see...movies, books, posts, songs anything can make me cry :(

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  4. This blog shows your love and passion about books,reading ,writing.Intresting to know that your memory is to good as your passion.My memory is also good but dont have habit to reading books or etc.But i like those ppl who has habit to read.This one is god gift .So utilise the gift and read & write more valuable things.
    Wish you all the best .G BU.T C.

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  5. "Slowly as the characters begin to come to life and the story begins to take shape all the noises begin to drown in the background and all that can be heard is the rustling of pages along with my pacing heart beats."
    This phrase, in fact, this entire post reflect my own love affair with books and stories since I was young. I'm so glad to find a kindred spirit when it comes to the love of reading! And, as avid readers inspired to be writers, we can't help but create and share original stories with others. It is our love, our passion, and will ever be!
    May our characters always come to life on the page!
    Blessings, dear friend!

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    1. Wow wow wow wow.... Martha this is by far the best comment I have ever received till now on any of my posts. This one is cherished for all the memories I shared here and this comment makes it all the more special.

      I am also glad to have met you as I can she you sharing the same passion.

      AMEN to your lovely prayers <3

      TC

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  6. Why don't you link this post @ http://blog.blogadda.com/category/write-over-the-weekend-wow :)

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    1. Though I felt it did not suit the theme...I still submitted :)

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    2. Maybe, but It shouldn't be to-the-point necessarily I guess...I thought that the 'essence' of your post suits that theme..:)

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    3. Hey Me! Good to see you among the special entries for WOW!! Check this :http://blog.blogadda.com/2013/05/31/weekend-writing-indian-bloggers-blogs :)

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    4. Thanks so much Tarang :)

      Its all because of you!!

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  7. This post shows your love for reading. and yes we Indians are very good at 'cooking up' stories for our children who in turn cook stories for their children. Its runs in our DNA. I would hide my novels in my Economics textbook as it was very big in size and read the novels. One day my mom smelt a rat and caught me reading the 'wrong' book. When I remember this incident, I smile.

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    1. Ha ha ha ha :)

      That was damn cute Kalpana I actually imagined u doing all that!

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  8. omg...privy...too good...'don't read now' is also what I heard loads of time.I truely believe that if magic exist it has to be in books.They just take you to a world which has loads of excitement, enthusiasm,joy,sorrow yet peaceful.A common love affair to talk about. :)
    Keep writing you are too good.

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    1. Oh wow.... same pinch Supriya :)

      And yesss books are sheer magic!

      He he... thanks so much.<3

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  9. Great post. Love your enthusiasm to read books. So, you are our bibliophile.

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  10. Hugs my dear Privy and sorry for being away for such a long time:) I can so relate to this! There are many books which I've read within 2-3 hours. There are many more, which I've read standing in the crowded trains. I remember, a lady shouting at me, "there is no place to stand, and this girl is reading a book". the whole compartment was staring at me, as if I am a terrorist.

    I just wished to tell her, the characters are communicating with me, they are sharing a part of their lives and I want to hear them out, their pain, their success, their tensions...
    We must thank our parents for educating us, we are literate so we can read and write.

    This post is one of the best posts, I've read about reading:) :)

    Hugs again!! <3

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    1. OMG!!!

      I so so so so so relate to you Gayu :)

      Thanksssssssssss soooooooooo much believe me this one was truly touching..

      HUGS to you too <3

      P.S: You dont need to be sorry for anything! Friends are always welcome here with open arms anytime!

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  11. Good luck!

    I loved the cackle in the post...I could imagine your enthusiasm about books. God bless ya!

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  12. Reading,dreaming and writing and that is me.Wonderful.

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  13. Loved the post! I can rarely read long posts but i like your narration....why the hell i dont come here regularly?? ;)
    Good choices of books....few are in my "to-read" list too....
    Love
    Priyaa :)

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    1. :D

      Ha ha ha... you are most welcome anytime you want to come. I also rarely write long posts (ofcourse the reasons are pretty much known!!) but this one I just could not stop myself and am sure if I once again sit to write I will still manage to write on it ;)

      Wow... hope you enjoy reading it..would love to hear what you feel about it.

      Loads of love and hugs

      Me <3

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  14. I was so like you! My Ma would also be concerned about me reading continually and not socializing!! Lovely post!

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    1. Ha ha..same pinch Roshni. But then I guess we just did fine for ourselves and books anyday cannot be compared to those socializing parties :D

      Thanks so much!

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  15. I loved this post! I'm like you when it comes to books and you know it, I'm sure. My favorite books are Veronika decides to die, Aleph, Brida, Eleven minutes all by Paulo Coelho, Love Story by Erich Segal, Sophie Kinsella when I want chick-lit, A Walk to Rememeber, The Rescue, Nights in Rodante, all the books by Nicholas Sparks (except Dear John).. I can go on and on.. :D

    Love this post! :)

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    1. I know our love for books darling... and the list is pretty much similar too :)

      Thanks so much!

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  16. Books! Ah. they have this magical feeling to them. I face some similar scoldings from my mother. :D But now that I really am getting to read, I want to read it all! You believe, I've just read part 1 of the Harry Potter series. Shame! :/

    And thanks to your love for books, that I get to read reviews on some of them and pick up some lovely ones.

    Keep reading...and writing! :)

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    1. Wow wow wow... same pinch :P

      No shame... you still are not too late to read them all!! And wow thanks for that lovely compliment. It's a pleasure <3

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