My Rage

Reading has been my habit for a very big time, I used to read any sort of book perhaps I should state that every kind of book starting from Tinkle to Leo Tolstoy.  When I was little, the thing that captivated me was the information’s that the books were furnishing me, anything for that matter may be a new word to a scientific detail. I identified that there was constantly an urge in me to learn new stuff.

So I can now put in the picture that the only thing that kept me to read books was the “discover new things” factor. But very recently I found myself reading like Read-Raton or something, desperately reading any book that I found (which includes few cookery books!).Then I apprehended that, I was reading neither to learn nor to pass my time at least! not at all. I missed something.

When I found, why all of a sudden I became so voracious about reading? I was taken aback. Reading was no more reading, it became a medium for me to stop thinking about the present and get away from the reality. How stupid is that? For few days, I dint know why I was acting like that. Then with a lot of self talk and self therapy, my heart told me why? “I  was sick about things that were happening to me in my life and though I fought my best yet nothing would change”. So apparently my heart should have probed places where it would not suffer and be happy. Eureka!! Books!

What a brilliant idea to get away from my fears, my sorrow and my insecurities? The characters in the books would influence me so much that I was in their world like them and among them and that way I would forget me. Silly me.

Very recently I discovered this whole drama i was playing with me and decided to put an end to this ‘read-book-no-worries’ thing. Then I ended up with this plan.

Accordingly , I should start writing (some thing serious), it has always brought something out of me, that i have always been proud of. Writing will rejuvenate me, bring me some happy reminiscences, and keep me alive. I don’t know whether this will work out. But I’m sure this will bring me back my ‘self’, the old me, trying to explore and conquer the whole world.

Hoping and believing all this, here I go……..to discover my writing skills and to find the magic to bring me back to my life that I dreamed of, through my new blog:  http://roomforrage.blogspot.com/