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My Friendship with Books
I had an account in Orkut but then I decide to increase my horizon for accessibility. I made my first Facebook account. I sent requests to all the possible people that I could. I was the first one from my group to make a facebook account. I urged others also to make one so that we all chat with each other. But at the same I realized that an unreal world was somewhere creeping and creating a stir in my real world. Orkut was definitely not that enchanting but Facebook had a strong drive. It can turn you up. I was somewhere getting slowly trapped in its web. I used to view my friend’s accounts, chat with them and comment on their photos. I felt happy that I could connect with all old people with whom I lost connect. I was thrilled exploring a new world in all. But everything has the other side. My mom used to shout from the kitchen seeing me getting so much glued in front of the laptop she used to yell from the kitchen “Sweetu, dinner is ready now come fast. Nowadays you have no work. Just sitting in front of the laptop and smiling all the time”. I was least bothered. I never understood how to make her understand that I was giggling seeing the new photo which my school friend had uploaded. She was red hot when she learnt that I had made an account in facebook. She didn’t know much about the social networking sites. She used to read in the magazines and she on the television that social networking sites ruin youngster’s life. She thought it was a mere medium through which a girl and boy could chat or interact or did some abrupt things. She had all those negative thoughts about it. But somewhere down the line she was absolutely right. So I thought there was an urgent need to get rid of this thing. Though I never misused it, I thought it was right for me to keep a distance from all those stuff. I was a bookworm but I was not someone who you would find with some other book like novels or story books in the hand. I hated reading those small font and colourless books. It was a big NO. I used to read Femina magazines though. Everyone advised that reading books is a very good habit and it nurtures your thoughts and opens up the deepest doors of wisdom. Reading books can be a perfect substitute for Facebook. So I thought of taking up a chance. An old aunty in our church used to have a huge collection of books in her house. It was magnificent. But my problem remained the same. I hated those black nano unreadable fonts. Though my English was pretty good but still I hated to unlock those phrases that had unfathomable meanings as that of a deep sea. But still once when I visited their place, I randomly picked up a book. The name of the book was The Mulberry Tree. I told aunty that I will return the book within a week. Then after taking the tuitions, after completing my assignments, though my mind detested I picked up the book and started reading it because I wanted to take a break from the Facebook World. I read the acknowledgement part; it was horrendous so I turned up other pages. Part I began and I with least interest started reading it. It was a story about a girl and her journey with her husband and the story after his demise, about how she tries to unfold his previous tragic life which he used to hide from the world. She just wanted to know about her man and his life before marriage. During her discovery, she meets another man and falls in love with him. It was an incredulous book I must agree. It discloses that life is an unexpected game like cricket. One never knows which over turns out to be maiden and which over can shower sixes. But I slowly realized that I loved books. I loved the way the writer portrays a character’s dark and true shades. I was very philosophical right from the beginning and books also teach the same philosophy about life. Hemangi used to read novels but she used to read Gujarati novels a lot. I used to accompany her to the library and go the rack where English novels were placed. I started picking up good novels and developed a good habit of reading books. Somewhere down line the books became a source of redemption. I was no longer a facebook worm now, thankfully.
To Be Continued..
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