Essentially an evening on a weekday after work is a very lethargic one, by the time i move out of the couch in front of the TV it would be well past 9. Today was a little different in the fact that a couple of relatives came over and almost as usual conversation turned to me spending a fair enough (an understatement !!) part of my remuneration on books and it was then that my aunt told me of an anecdote.
It was about a kid who refused to go to school even after being a class topper, i couldn’t understand as to what made such a person to shrink away from school. I kept the quizzical look on my face and she just turned to me and said ” she reads voraciously”..I was taken aback with that and erupted with the “wait just a minute..you can’t..” She just told me the rest of the story then, the parents used to buy the books that the kid wanted without looking at what they were. It so happened that the kid read and read books and leap dived into ideas that were to be reserved for a more mature and introspective mind at another point in time perhaps. It was a sad development that someone so young and at a time to be spent gambolling in the colors of life had elapsed into quietude and detachment from friends….was all this due to reading ??
Could be partly accounted to it, If i were to answer the question. Reading is but a step wise process and if one were to read on without reflecting on and spreading out what he/she gained, then its like wasting away one of life’s most priced possessions. There is a flip side to it, if reading to some molds minds to polished re fineness then to some it warps the mind to something incomprehensible. It is the reader’s burden to make out what he needs from his books & it is my belief that it is the reader and not the book that makes a mind….