The most common extra-curricular activity on any resume is reading, followed by travelling. I don’t have it on my resume. I perhaps had it when I applied for my first job, I don’t remember now.
I started reading at least fourteen books in the last six months, not finishing even one. I felt like Ishaan Awasthi of Taare Zameen Par, every time I started reading a book. The letters danced on the page and words seemed to have a mind of their own and made meanings they weren’t supposed to. I hardly ever crossed page 16 of any book.
I am often amazed by people’s ability to remember words, phrases and sentences in a book. They sometimes make me feel I have inferior memory.
I confided in a friend after long that I was unable to read a book. He said he understood. He said you stick by it, even if the words continued tap-dancing on the thin paper. It doesn’t matter if they do not make meaning. Keep reading and do not watch the dance; they will be disciplined soon and start making meaning as they were intended to. I promised to take his advice.
The world consists of two types of readers, I think. Those that pay attention to every word and its place and purpose in the book. The other who wring out, only the essence of the message.
Yet, the tandav distracted me and progress beyond page 16 was impossible. I wondered if I was losing it. Were my neurons achieving nirvana? I seem to have the unique ability of reading every word on the page, while my mind is densely occupied with terribly tangential thoughts. An amazingly useless ability, I thought to myself.
There is a destiny concept associated with all that comes into your life. Even books. They say it happens when the time is right.
Yesterday, however, was very different. I finished reading a book back to back. I was pleased on two accounts. One, that I can still read a full book and the other that the book made much sense in its messaging.
They are quiet and still now. They are done with the mischief. The words have found their place and purpose on the pages they reside. They are happy to talk of what they were supposed to. They are happy for me to hold them, read them.