When I started out, I
used to ‘yearn’ for books. I thought buying any other than textbooks would be
sinful, so I treasured any catalog of books which I could lay my hands on. The
little snapshots of books’ cover-pages fascinated me beyond anything! Mostly I
retrieved old books; read and forgotten ones starting from our grandfather’s
time. I ‘read’ as many books as reached me, mostly of Hindi literary legends at
that stage. Later I became ‘borrower’ of books, when I started borrowing from
our office libraries – often at the rate of two every week. I would also
‘record’ the names of those I finished, along with some wonderful quotes. For
some years I became 'trafficker' of books; when I bought those in bulk from
near Churchgate.
Then twice I could claim to be ‘author’ of books; at least
portions of those specks in the ocean. All along I never noticed when I became
‘hoarder’ of books – I would buy due to sheer pleasure of owning those books…
As I grew with age, I also flirted with being ‘unbeliever’ in books – since
reading those gave a false feeling of ‘know it all’ while the key lied
somewhere else. But all through the lifecycle of my ‘business’ with books, I
guess one thing has survived which is the ‘love’ for books. Currently I am
loving one from Arun Shourie, which
I bought to own but now it owns my time and imagination.
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