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Hi! So, about a month ago, something weird happened. I decided to do something that almost gave my mum a heart attack.

I decided to Clean! Well, sort of. I got out all my books and figured I would rearrange and catalog them in a way that made sense to me. But, once I got them out, I got all nostalgic and the process took a lot longer than it was supposed to. This led to my living room looking like this for about 3 days. Needless to say, my mom was a lot less happy with my new found desire to clean at the end of this period.

My living room floor had my entire childhood on it. My relationship with books began pretty early. There are pictures of me reading my little alphabet book as early as age one-one and a half.  But, my first book that I remember was this big book of Fairy Tales. I read that thing so much, the spine came apart! I remember every little detail about that book. Cinderella, Sindbad The Sailor, Gulliver’s Travels, Snow White and Rose Red!

That was the beginning, what followed was the age of Enid Blyton and Harry Potter, in adjacency with the Scholastic books era. I used to live in a city where there weren’t any decent bookstores, up to age 12. My dad used to bring me books from Chennai every time he went there. We had a deal, during my Enid Blyton phase, 3 books of a series per visit. The Scholastic company would have these book exhibitions and give us this catalog to order books from. Since I was so book starved, I would buy any and every book from the fiction section. Anastasia Krupnik and Ramona Quimby were my heroes when I was 10. My favorite Enid Blyton books were The Five Find-Outers series and The Faraway Tree stories. And I like Malory towers better than St. Clare’s. I remember, I once reread the whole 15 books from the Five Find-Outer series in one sitting. I read a little Nancy drew and Hardy Boys like most kids my age. But, they got predictable, fast. I made the mistake of reading Agatha Christie after reading Arthur Conan Doyle, and well, after you’ve read Holmes, nothing really compares. Hercule Poirot never had a chance.

I read the first 4 Harry Potter books when I was about 8-9. They got me hooked to the genre. I read Artemis Fowl, His Dark Materials, Lots of books by Garth Nix, Ingo, Eragon and the like, ravenously. I had an extensive Fantasy phase. It was the best one and lasted the longest. It also kind of contributed to how the three of us met.

I moved to Chennai from Madurai when I was entering class 8. On my first day of school, as I enter the class, I see lots of groups of people, and for some reason I zone in on these idiots sitting in the last couple of rows and decide, “Hey, I should sit there!”. So I walk over, and ask one of them if I could sit there. They look at me funny, probably wondering why I was asking their permission, but they nod yes, nonetheless. Now, Adzzie claims that she was the one I spoke to, but I don’t really recall.*grin* Anyway, I’m kind of socially awkward and shy, so I just sit there listening to them talk. And the things they were talking about! They were discussing, and I kid you not, how Alan Rickman’s nose was long and that it matched the book’s description perfectly. What you should know is, that where I had come from, people who read anything at all were a scarce commodity, so when I found these bunch of people who read the same kind of things, I was so excited. Then, Fuzzy initiated conversation and the rest, as they say, is history.

Somewhere during the Fantasy phase I read the Maximum Ride series, which I loved, but which got so very crappy later, the Boy Soldier series, which were brilliant, the Magician’s Guild Trilogy, also very, very good, the Bartimaeus Trilogy, the Pendragon books and so many more. The books were so good during this time, we would all read them and discuss them endlessly. We also read Twilight during this time. It was before all the screaming , rabid fangirls and we were 15, so I blame our youth.

Then, as I got older I started reading the kind of stuff I do now. Its a mix of everything, classic literature, contemporary fiction, historical fiction and the occasional young adult novel. I haven’t read a decent fantasy book in so long though!

When I was doing this cleaning, I realized how important books have been in my life. I mean, when I open an old book, I see 10 year old me or 12 year old me. I remember how I was back then, how I used to think and how I’ve changed and grown. I love how the stories you read as a younger version of yourself will change as you mature. These books have been my best friends all my life. There are good ones that I will remember always and some downright terrible ones. But, they all have memories attached to them. Memories of spending all day in bed reading and having my mum yell at me for forgetting to eat, memories of scouring bookstores for that book, memories of staying up till 4 in the morning because I couldn’t put that book down and of getting and reaching for that book first thing in the morning.

Well, that turned out longer than I expected. Anyway, that was my book story. What’s yours?

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No, I have not lost it. Why does everyone just assume that? That people is one of my favorite parts from this book I read (devoured actually, read for about 7 1/2 hours straight) recently called ‘The Zoya Factor’ by Anuja Chauhan, who happens to the first Indian author whose writing I’ve really enjoyed. She doesn’t seem to be as fixated with globalization and the stuck-abroad-and-having-culturally-confused-kids-but-then-finding-out-how-Indian-culture-is-the-best type story lines. Maybe, I’m just being ignorant and haven’t read as many Indian writers,I don’t know, but her writing was really refreshing. The story is about a girl named Zoya who works a middle level marketing executive (translated, it means that she works at an advertising agency and takes care of the organization and stuff)in Delhi Seems normal-ish right? But here’s the fun part, she was born at the exact moment India clinched the World Cup in ’83 and seems to be bizarrely lucky. The Indian team starts believing that eating breakfast with her every morning pretty much guarantees them a victory. Thats how the story builds. The narrator is Zoya, the girl whom the story is about. She’s funny,opinionated and spirited and good fun to read. The book is written in pretty good prose and is interspersed with hindi terms and Indian references which sort of make it more, I dunno, closer to home and really easy to identify with. You have sentences like,” My heart was dhak-dhaking” and”Arrey, of course not, Mere Sher!” which, because of their bi-lingual (ness?) explain emotions and things so much better ( to those who understand them of course.) than say just using English. This, more than anything, is what make this book such a good read. As for ‘Thee Eye Of Thee Cupboard”, you’ll just have to read and see, won’t you? If you need a pick-me-up after all the emotional draining reading like 19 Minutes, Noughts and Crosses and the like, this what I would recommend. Its something at the end of which you’ll definitely be smiling, either from the utter ridiculousness of the India that has been captured in the book (which to some extent is accurate actually) or from the happy ending.

In other news, BlackWingedCovolution and FuzzyLogic have their ‘School Day’ today and according to an unspoken,unwritten and unquestionable rule that has been followed from decades at their school, they are to wear saris (The traditional dress for women in India). They, of course would not be caught dead in a sari and have decided against it. I cannot wait to find out how that particular escapade is turning out to be. *Snigger* BWC*, I know, being a first hand (ear?) witness, hates all the mad and frantic preparation for this day which includes bringing various choices of saris to school and asking teachers for advice on which one would suit them and endless discussions on hair and jewelry. Lolz! She thinks handling just me is difficult but an entire class full of girls like that. Just the thought makes me laugh out loud!

In other other news, I’m getting my copy of Breaking Dawn by the 11th or the 10th of August! Yay!! FINALLY!

In other not-so-good news, we have special class every single day at 8 in the morning, which really really stinks. Which also means that I need to be getting to sleep if I ever wanna get up on time tomorrow.


* Typing BlackWingedConvolution over and over again is just annoying!

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He he.. Yeah,unlike most of the world, I don’t love Edward (“How could you?” ?).Not that I’m a Jacob/Bella shipper (I know I said I’m bored,but not quite that much.Yet.) because then I couldn’t have Jake.:D

Last night I completed my third and final (until Breaking Dawn) Twilight series-cover version…Satan,I do not know where that sentence was going.What I was trying to say was,oh heck-just look:

“…And to your right we have further proof of Twilight-obsession”:

‘S all for today.Seeing as we had a power-cut all morning and all I did? Roll over and try to sleep.And fail miserably at it.Lovely, innit?

‘Later.(No,really.I think I might be out for the weekend.*sob. Of course I’ll visit when I can 🙂 )

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Hola ppl! Welcome to another episode of the complete randomness that is my mind.I just read Adzzie’s post and decided to actually go read that particular forward, because U C, I tend to ignore them normally and when I get 15 of them at a stretch I just give up hope.According to it, I fell from….a Weeping Willow.Oh Joy! A Weeping Willow?! Do I look, OK sound Melancholy to U?! Though the description wasn’t half bad..

WEEPING WILLOW (Melancholy) – beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathetic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner

Yeah, except for the melancholy part! I was looking up Weeping Willows and found this…

I can just imagine sitting under that with a book…That would be so perfect! Its horrid here in Chennai. We haven’t a single place to sit and just read like that. There’s the beach but if you do decide to read at the beach, U’d get quite a few weird looks…

Moving On..I like this test better. Even though it did say that Adzzie and I had the same personality ( Not in a million years!) and that I like impressionism. Which I do. I love the way that the artists are able to show the light in their paintings. Its makes them look all the more real. If only I could paint..I can draw..a little but the minute I decide to color it in..Bam! Its ruined! Its like a law! But I am trying…I’m learning to draw portraits right now. Hopefully by the end of summer I’ll be able to produce a half decent portrait of someone I know. We’ll C.

Oh Yeah! NEbody watching Idol these days? I love David Cook!! The studio version of U’ll always be my baby is constantly playing in my room! Now I don’t usually like song with such cheesy lyrics, but U knw until he wins (which he will!!) and releases his own album with better songs, this will have to do.

On a completely unrelated note…I Love Twilight!!!!!! U knw, the books..If U don’t…Shame on You! Go read them RITE NOW! Edward is Mine!! Muahahahaha! Do not mess with me on this!

That would be the reason for my sudden change of Pic. I can’t believe the last one lasted for less than a week!! Lolz!

K L8r ppl..person..OK whoever has read this..

I bet u’re tired of lstening to me NEway..


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