In
this blog post I am going to tell you about my best friends and the
impact which they have had on my life. I met them first when I was a
child. Everybody in my house held them. Then I began going to school.
Though I went to an English medium school my grandmother taught me to
read and write in Marathi as well. My father would bring me
children’s books in Marathi. Those would be small in page numbers
and would have a big font. I would read them while my grandmother
cooked the food. If I didn’t understand their pronounciation I
would spell it and my grandmother would tell me how to pronounce it.
She would also tell me its meaning.
Such
was impact of this habit that I started loving reading books. My
father would buy me books all the time. I lived in a small town so
getting English books was difficult. Then too I enrolled to a library
which was known for its English books. I borrowed books by famous
British authors. I was unable to understand anything. They contained
words which I had never come across. Referring dictionary for word in
every sentence, killed the joy of reading. Even the cultural setting
was different. I would get bored soon and keep the book aside. Novels
were not for me. I had decided.
I started buying English newspapers. On Sundays the newspaper would have a supplement. I looked forward to these supplements. Times of India would mostly carry an interview with an Indian movie star on the cover page of the supplement. I loved reading it. I was able to comprehend what was written in it. I would enjoy other articles as well. I loved reading Champak in English as well. I didn’t like Chandamama though. I loved mythology. But I hated reading it in English.
Slowly
I moved on to reading English books. Those were the days when
self-help books had just sneeked into the Indian market and I simply
loved reading those. Most of them were written by American authors
and few of them were also written by Indian authors. They had many
inspiring stories and anecdotes. I loved reading them. It also
changed my thinking process. It changed my attitude towards life.
They taught me that the reins of my life were in my hands. At the end
of the day it is thinking that makes all the difference.
These
books had a great impact on me. Whatever I am today is because of
those books. I owe them everything including my life. They were
repositories of wisdom, which no one not even my teachers or elders
knew. I am thankful to them. For their impact has made me a better
person.
This
blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger
for the launch of the #Fantastico
Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test
drive of the hatchback Zica today.
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