Finally, the book worm has bitten me.
In my childhood days I use to hear people say “A book is man’s best friend”. But I ignored it on the point that I’m still a child. I was rather inspired by the saying- “All work and no play makes jack a dull boy” (only in my version work was substituted by study). Soft-hearted as I am, I felt very bad for Jack who lost his intelligence to the books and decided never to fall prey to them myself. So my tryst with book was limited to those covered with brown papers and with school stickers pasted on them (I later learnt a new name for them – Text Books). Thus, my style of study was somewhat similar to reading ‘text messages’, short and sweet with a bitter taste at the time of exams.
But finally I’ve somehow won over my laziness and managed to finish a few fictions- three to be specific. Two of them were by Chetan Bhagat and the third one is a little serious stuff- Animal Farm by George Orwell. Ok, I agree it’s a child’s play for an avid reader. All the three are novella and very easy reading stuff. But nevertheless, for me it’s not a small feat. It was all about self-belief and determination [I know yaar; I’m exaggerating a lot :) but it’s pretty natural].