Today evening after I finished my work, I ended up reading. I was continuing a book by Satyajit Ray which has collection of stories which have been published from sometime in 1970's to 1990 I guess, forgot the year, my bad. I have been reading this book for a while now, its a good 700 pages one on hard print.
So I had music for company and there I was listening to Michael Learns to Rock and reading in a dark room, without much distraction.
This whole experience took me back to 22 years, when I was a kid and staying at Malleshwaram. I still remember, sitting on the same bed reading a book with Michael Learns to rock playing in the background. Just that the book was either Famous Five or Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew. And it happened to be borrowed from Friends Circulating Library - Rajajinagar.
Now I was at Uttarhalli, reading on a purchased book and I could afford a dark room now because I had kindle paper white with backlight. So many years and all of a sudden you realize, you are indeed lucky to have lived through all those years and experiences. Also you feel sad so many years have gone through and you have not noted the memories of those years.
Actually my grandfather used to write diaries, but as a kid never understood the importance of them, now all of a sudden, boom you grow up and on one such day figure out what you did 20 years back and all of a sudden things begin to haunt you!
I thought worth making a note on my blog and worth thanking God, parents without whom, today would not have been possible.
Cheers,
So I had music for company and there I was listening to Michael Learns to Rock and reading in a dark room, without much distraction.
This whole experience took me back to 22 years, when I was a kid and staying at Malleshwaram. I still remember, sitting on the same bed reading a book with Michael Learns to rock playing in the background. Just that the book was either Famous Five or Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew. And it happened to be borrowed from Friends Circulating Library - Rajajinagar.
Now I was at Uttarhalli, reading on a purchased book and I could afford a dark room now because I had kindle paper white with backlight. So many years and all of a sudden you realize, you are indeed lucky to have lived through all those years and experiences. Also you feel sad so many years have gone through and you have not noted the memories of those years.
Actually my grandfather used to write diaries, but as a kid never understood the importance of them, now all of a sudden, boom you grow up and on one such day figure out what you did 20 years back and all of a sudden things begin to haunt you!
I thought worth making a note on my blog and worth thanking God, parents without whom, today would not have been possible.
Cheers,
