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At what age did u start reading? and what was your first book?
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Sep 02, 2011 08:41PM

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I had to cover up the books using my old study guides so my parents had no clue. Thanks to that arrangment, my parents and I got along just fine:-P



Does that count?

Then, when i started going solo, i initially went for the usual suspects: the abridged Mark Twains and the illustrated Jonathan Swifts and the like. Then there was a big phase of two or three years where I devoured all kinds of Hindi and English comics and publications, from Chacha Chaudhary, Raman, Nagraj, Parmanu, Super Commando Dhruv, Tinkle, Wisdom, Nandan, Champak, Chandamama, Amar Chitra Katha, Suman Saurabh, et al. At twelve, I started borrowing Hardy Boys and The Famous Five mysteries from our school library and those were unforgettable times. I actually believed, in those days, that I was Joe.
I would call 'The Catcher in the Rye' at fifteen, to be my first tryst with serious fiction: a faded, yellowed, dog-eared book that I first saw out on a street at one of the many dusty, roadside, second-hand book vendors in Karol Bagh, Delhi. It was wedged under behemoths- equally faded and yellowed, like 'War and Peace' and 'Crime and Punishment', and I only picked it up because it looked the thinnest. Ever since, I have often wondered as to what would have happened, had I just bought the 'Cricket Samraat' that day.

Just re read the same books like a gazillion times..
Maybe the first book I read if the above doesnt qualify at age 11 was Famous five... something to do with a lighthouse.

Five go to demon's rocks!


though i got introduced to sherlock holmes at high school, i never went beyond that.



I read at 4ish....
"Bob the Builder"
"Let's Learn the Alphabet!"
"Animal Sounds"
etc...You get the idea. :D
"Bob the Builder"
"Let's Learn the Alphabet!"
"Animal Sounds"
etc...You get the idea. :D
:D YUP! I even like Dora the Explorer and also Clifford!


its my comfort read. I have read the island story (where Jack, Mike, Peggy and Nora run off to the secret island) at least a dozen times. I also love Rat a tat mystery and others involving Snubby. Also, the boarding school series...
feel like reading Enid Blyton. Am I regressing?
feel like reading Enid Blyton. Am I regressing?


Not at all Col. I feel like reading Enid Blyton all over again. Yesterday at Just Books I was an odd sight at the Enid Blyton section with children half my height eyeing me curiously :)
Reading Famous Five in the backyard garden at home was one of the best time ever. I'll pick up Enid Blyton again. What the hell :)


That's so sweet :)
yes, I would ask my husband to do the same, but I am sure he will read out from his boring tomes to put me to sleep ASAP and be done with it

Ha ha. Hope he doesn't read this :D






has no-one else grown up on Raj Comics? Super Commando Dhruv, Nagraj, etc.
Anupam Sinha (Raj Comics) to me was the ultimate master of kitsch and our answer to Marvel and its superheroes.
My childhood favorites also included the 'Commando' comics. Anyone else has read them?

has no-one else grown up on Raj Comics? Super Commando Dhruv, Nagraj, etc.
Anupam Sinha (Raj Comics) to me was the ultimate master of kitsch and our answer to Marvel and ..."
I used to read Diamond Comics. There was Chacha Chaudhury, Lambu and Motu, Shrimatiji :)
But Tinkle was what I loved. The Tinkle Digest was absolutely unattainable and was given to me only when I was good. Lol :) Loved Suppandi, Shikari Shambhu, Tantri the mantri :D

and hey parikhit am a big fan of Chacha Chow as well....where gunshots used to explicably carry the tagline of "Dhaanye" or "Rat-a-kat-kat" (depending on whether you were using a pistol or a semi-automatic) and jumps were "Hu-huba" (when Sabu did it) or just, as staccato as "Chalaang" (when the jump was performed by his famously vegetarian dog, Raaket)
but for all his OTTness, the Chacha Chowdhury comics weren't kitsch but more a lesson in morality and wisdom.....in fact, Diamond Comics were my favorites (i also liked 'Raman' from cartoonist Pran's staple) but Raj Comics were the more guilty pleasures with the gore and the convoluted plots......
Tinkle digest is now Rs. 85 per copy. My son is an ardent fan of Tinkle and whenever we go to a bookshop, he sort of selects piles of tinkles, after too much haggling finally I reduce it to an affordable 3-4 numbered stack.



Oh yeah! Absolute bliss like some things you can only learn on the job there are some things that you have to have grand parents for!! Have been blessed in that department! :)

ah yes! My first introduction to "binding" happened when all the tinkles disappeared for a couple of days and came back as these multiple thick books! Still have them... not in great shape though! :)

I dont like bound books - those are too difficult to drag around and the end words always disappear in the bind. My uncle had the habit of binding all ACKs, Tarzan, Phantom, Chandamama, Mandrake etc. He must have spent a fortune on binding alone.
But I used to have a good time at my maternal grandparents house - reading and rereading all those volumes.
But I used to have a good time at my maternal grandparents house - reading and rereading all those volumes.



Though I hv read plenty of stories before that...bt cant remember any novel.
I started with english literature much later in life..was 18 when I read CB's 5 point someone.Thats my 1st english novel.

"PATHER PANCHALI- THE INSUBORDINATION OF THE HUMAN SOUL
Exotic (Adjective)- 1. Strangely Beautiful
THE GENRE
Ray developed a language of his own through the Apu trilogy- a slow, lush, languid, lyrical language reminiscent of enchanting poetry in the most maudlin and mundane circumstances. He didn't ostracize poverty nor did he glamorize it, He didn't exploit it but merely romanticized it. He found romance and beauty in the most hideous of circumstances. It was like a pain that was so severe that the agony became sweet, a sore so deep that its anguish felt sensuous. Like death- so terrifying that it's freeing, exonerating. It's the kind of erotic pain one feels in the muscles after a hard day's work. You want to laugh at the pain almost with contempt and with a condescending, patronizing attitude, never realizing that it is your own pain that you're laughing at. But you want to wallow in it all the same because you think that it'll make you more profound and hence you're thankful for it having been bestowed upon you
THE TREATMENT
Ray gave an explanation to the people who have a problem with the pacing of the film by saying that the slow rambling rhythm of the film was a clue to the subject matter itself, as villages in rural Bengal do, in fact, ramble. Pather Panchali has numerous colloquial anecdotes in chaste Bengali but despite the localized context, the message of the film is universal because pain and suffering knows no boundaries- they transcend and pervade our hearts, overcoming mythical barriers of race, religion, nationality, language, time, place and other such superfluous demographic constraints. Pather Panchali is ultimately a comment on the indomitable insubordination of the human soul
THE POETRY
Ray is rather unforgiving in his vision. He chooses stark landscapes sans an iota of conventional beauty and surrounds his world with equally pathetic and ugly faces but he finds a beauty amongst them that is so pristine and divine. He literally hears the beating of a heart in the throbbing of a wound. The small moments- a torn bed sheet (torn, mind you and thereby being an article that if placed in any other film, would conventionally arouse feelings of sadness but not in Pather Panchali for here that very article becomes a magnificent artifact) through which Apu's eyes can be seen for the first time when we see him as a child. It assumes an artistic expression of its own. The kaleidoscope becomes a voyeuristic instrument, enabling a glimpse into the world of fantasy albeit one that is decidedly and inexplicably, out of their reach. The simple act of following a sweetmeat seller and the hope of eventually extracting some savories from him or from the house he's selling them to, becomes a 'chase sequence', the tragic mood uplifted by the lilting Sitar music by Ravi Shankar. We feel victorious when Durga is given sweets by her young friend right under the disapproving gaze of her bitter mother.
THE TRAGEDY
'Song of the little road' is a joyous journey through a road of unbearable suffering. Tragedies are many- the death of the aunt being the first moment, Apu's first encounter with death. Whether he fully comprehends the situation or not is debatable but the indelible impression of this one incident on his nubile mind, is not. Then, the second tragedy- the death of Durga, Apu's sister and his best friend is even more heartbreaking than the earlier tragedy simply because of the higher shock value it has. Durga is in many ways the protagonist of this film. Apu is merely a bystander who observes rather than experiences most situations in this film. It is Durga- playful and protective, child and woman, innocent and naughty- so captivating is Uma Dasgupta's performance that the viewer falls in love with the character and therefore cannot quite accept her death in the film. Why she was here just a few moments ago- playing carelessly in the rain with Apu and then, suddenly, nature seems to have defeated her but isn't there a lesson in that? The lesson being that it took death to conquer her undying spirit, for she wouldn't have succumbed to her circumstances while alive. It's as if she was saying- "You may take my life away but you'll never conquer my spirit". Her presence wraps the film like a halo and she is enshrined forever in the viewer's hearts. Another exemplary sequence is the one where Durga and Apu run out of their house to watch the trains go by. The haunting look in Apu's utterly captivated eyes touch the viewer. Steam Engines, like the kaleidoscope, are again a symbol of movement and fantasy and yearning for an outside world and these symbols of change and freedom become even more evident when seen within the startling paradoxical context of their waking existence of stillness in their never changing lives that they partake everyday like bonded labor. The difference between Yesterday and Today is barely discernible in their village where life follows the hum drum of a set pattern. So set that it's almost a sacred ritual.
THE INSIGHTS
Relentless in its pursuit of reality, Pather Panchali is a neo real masterpiece. I have been fortunate enough to have visited the actual location where Pather Panchali had been shot. The landscape is still the same, still as barren, the sons and daughters of the villages still look like Apu and Durga, Ray's voice still seems to resonate through the hollow tree barks and Ravi Shankar's soulful Sitar strings still peek from behind the antediluvian cobblestones. Because just like an old painting, the colors may have dried and got slightly discolored, but Ray's impeccable genius is still visible through the frayed canvas."
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