
I started enjoying language because of my father. He made me understand that with each word there is a picture painted in your brain and the beauty of it is, It is your own world....It is a fantasy like this Robin Williams movie " What dreams may come". We used to get Indian express at my school time and on Sundays, I have watched my Dad getting immersed into that paper. I always used to wonder why.
My dad used to read everything at such depth and the way he used to correlate and understand and explain... Man, I might have to live so many more lives and still I don't think I would be able to reach half of his mental ability. He used to love crosswords, scrabbles and anagrams... All sort of word games. I started sitting with him and when I didn't understand, I used to have a dictionary and go through the words. It became an obsession later on, coz I wanted to know more words.
I used to get lost in words like "thither", "Abstruse", "Calumny", "Gallivant" etc., etc. I used to enjoy grammar, not on an exam level, But in a different way. I loved the way they say,"Flock of birds, School of fishes, Pride of lion, Murder of crows, Parliament of owls" etc. Cool isn't it!
This Sunday after a long time, I had some time to read a few articles in Hindu. I really loved the article Invisible women by Kalpana sharma about her documentary movie" Lakshmi and me" and an essay about " The craft of difficult writing and one more article called " A chance to dream" about an NGO called Sathi which helps street kids and so on and so forth.
So it was a good session. I would just ask all you guys to keep reading or at least start reading now, Guys!!!