Dear Books,
Linking your name to
addiction may sound incorrect but that is exactly how we feel about your presence
in our lives. Let me quote my own real example from last week. After exhausting
my stock of library books, I was restless till the time I could pick some new
ones. And all the while, I possessed this unsettling feeling of missing
something really important in my usual routine. That is how you make yourself
so significant that your absence is difficult to deal with. But, this love is
not shared by all the members of my clan. There are significant number of
lovers and haters in the club; there are few who choose to stay away from you
as much as possible. Something about you making them sleep! No wonder you are a
good foolproof solution for insomnia. You are like a ‘tried and tested’
prescription for people who cannot sleep. Spend some time reading your text and
experience guaranteed sleep.
On a serious note, my
lovely relationship with you is actually new-found and quite recent. I am sure
my younger self in the past would not be able to say such good things about
you. Since you troubled our childhood with boring matter and compulsory
lessons, it was not a very smooth journey back then. The more I was forced to
be with you year after year with examinations and evaluations at the end, the
more I hated your presence. You were like that nosy nerd who seemed to know
everything and who showed unnecessary smartness in front of our teachers and
parents. No wonder my friends and I made all possible attempts to avoid you
into our group.
The number of times
our elders told us to spend some time with you was just too much to handle. While
I would love your colorful cousins full of fun stories and cartoons, I detested
your boring counterparts overflowing with knowledge to the brim. This is exactly
why we looked forward to hide you from our lives on the first day of vacation.
In fact we even celebrated a little ritual on the last day of our examination where
all of your gang was shut behind a locked cabinet to be ignored as much as
possible. This hatred was only for the serious curriculum members of your clan.
I still loved your fun based novels and informative non-fiction who promised
not to judge me at the end with an examination!
But all of this
changed magically when the specifications of our relationship changed. As soon
as you promised to stop bothering me with marks, degrees and tests, something
magical happened. I felt in love with your matter when the marks did not
matter! And then our bond strengthened. Now reading all your friends, cousins,
family members and neighbors is my motto because I realized you people are fun
too. Apart from the high level topics that tangent off from my understanding, there
are actually many others that are totally interesting.
There is some possessive
feeling about you that is common within our club of book-lovers. Though we
enjoy reading borrowed books from the library, it aches our heart if someone
misuses you. Everything from folding your ears to flipping you upside down
hurts our sentiments as if someone is manhandling our own friend. Hence on
behalf of our team of ‘book-o-philes’ (Yes, this club does exist), we promise
to punish the offenders immediately. You are best friend to so many of my
introvert folks. In fact ‘bury yourself into books’ to avoid awkward interactions
is the war-cry of the said book-o-philes.
You are the brain
child of talented authors and writers who work hard to reach their readers. And
once you are out, it reflects their dedication, talent, and determination. You deserve
all the respect in the world because words are powerful. And you are like the
humble house storing all this power.
Even someone as
powerful as you could not be spared from the growing flame of technology. While
technology managed to grip our grandparents and parents under its claws, I
realized it did not spare you too. Though the sight of our grandparents swiping
their screens or our parents smiling behind video calls is too cute and
wonderful, it is not the same in your case. Call me old fashioned or an old
grumpy girl (yes, I meant girl and no, it is not a typo) I don’t like to read
your electronic version. I am still in love with your physical copy, making it
easier to touch your pages and feel your words. I feel old and out-of-fashion
when I say this because even my cooler dad prefers his cooler tablet to read
the younger members of your team. I dread the day when electronic species of
your genre will wipe away all the physical books and dominate the earth!
I have a feeling
this may turn into reality soon. And even though I hate to admit, it is true
e-versions are better, convenient, simple to carry, and save paper too, yet they
seem a bit cold at heart. But as they say change is the only constant, please do
warn me before this happens, will save one physical masterpiece to show the grandkids!
This brings me to the
end of my open confession of love and affection. Do continue to bless our lives
with texts, paragraphs, pages and binding. Till I read you again as soon as I
am done with this writing; inspire our minds and brains- we need you forever.
Yours lovingly,
A true book-o-phile

















