I come from a time when my parents and my teachers used to pester me and force me to read books than watch them. I have often visited libraries and all the major book shops, and the much cherished Scholastic festival and book festival, which is an annual thing at Pragati Maidan. I have spilled tears over a teared out page, I have suffered anxious attacks over missing pages. I have celebrated my book characters’ birthday like my very own. I have lived their life and their sorrow, their happiness and hardships, I have lived my life with them by my side.
So, yes, in a few words if I have to explain why books are important, I would say- Books are a uniquely portable magic- and we all need magic in our lives, to believe, to hope and to cherish.
It was five years ago that I witnessed reading to be on the brink of extinction. My apartments used to have a library for kids who want to read and need a space to do it. It came into being to instill a sense of belonging to the magical world of words and to harbor various other mindsets that kids aren’t capable of. However, one sad and quite real day, the library got shut down and in its place was an office. An office that shattered the magic I was bought up to believe in; it all went away as simple as an announcement on a notice board.
That same day, I thought if not my apartment’s library, some other would help me and render my imagination. However, all came to a standstill when I realized the absence, the daunting absence of any libraries in my locality.
Who knew, reading is a hobby which is convenient to pursue? Don’t we need to inculcate the art of reading to students who are busy trying to catch the Pokemons?
There are some University functioning libraries and some like British Council, however, how much is the accessibility? Are we publicizing libraries as much as we put the efforts for AAP party programs or some forsaken Achhe din?
From story books to technical & management books, and then from self- improvement books to spiritual books and beyond, the journey with a book is fantastic and you learn something with each passing day. You understand your thoughts and emotions more clearly. It makes you realize who you really are and makes your life more meaningful.
The joy of reading books can’t be described in words. It’s something that you understand only by real experience.
Green eyes meet the black ones; and those who can’t understand a deeper inference of it, and who cannot relate to the quote immediately, haven’t discovered the joy of reading yet. Six words ignite such compassion, love, heartache and nostalgia, and that’s what reading does.
If not this quote, something else, some other words have the power to make us travel to a world best remembered and lived in our memories, and that’s why I say-
Reading is, and will always be a bliss, managing to make us a better person and promising a world that is worth living, worth breathing and staying alive for.