Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
In boarding school too, I had a bunch of friends who also loved to read as much as I and since we were allowed to only pick up two books from the library every week, we would all pass our books around and by the end of the week, we would have read about eight books each. I remember how we would all decide on a single author and then pick up books by that particular author so that we could exchange them with each other. Reading was never more fun than when I was in school and after each book we read, we would all sit around and discuss the book, narrate our favourite parts and exclaim on how wonderful the author was or how perfect the man in the book was!
After school came college and that was when I stopped reading. Not completely of course, but it reduced significantly since I got caught up in living the life of a college student and occupied most of my spare time watching movies and tv serials. The only time I did read was in college, in class to be more specific. My college friends still recall how I used to read in almost every other class and I do admit I hardly ever paid attention except in English and German class.
A while ago, I started reading again, and it was only then I realized how much I had missed it. Granted I am a complete movie buff but there is something almost sacred about reading. I love how a book manages to enthrall you so completely that you forget everything else around you. I love how I can totally immerse myself in a book and its characters. I love the way the words can paint an absolutely vivid picture in your head of the scenes unfolding across the pages of a good book. I love how sometimes, a good book can be the best company.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Once in a while, my guilty conscience bites me in the back and I take off the next day, jogging a very short distance until I stop, huffing and puffing and promising myself that the next couple of days will be better since my muscles wont be protesting as hard! And this continues for
about a week, as I go around proclaiming very proudly to all my friends and family that I have finally started jogging. And then it fizzles out just as everyone around me thinks I am actually getting serious about my exercising. This has been going on for so many years now, that it has become a long-standing joke among my family and friends as soon as I get my jogging shoes out.
Hopefully, someday, I will start jogging and take it up seriously enough to do it everyday. Until then I just to bear with all the jokes that come my way the very second I mention the word 'jogging'.