My all time attraction is a fascination for books and my latest attraction is that of books written by Paul coehlo,thou late i am convinced that i am not
in the list for those millions who are yet to read some of his writings.
having been introduced to the routine authors like Sydney Sheldon,Ayan rand, Robert ludlum Irving wallace,Thomas hardy and so on trying a new author was never on my agenda ,seeing a book of coehlo never stirred a feeling even to flip it in the stands to have a prelude on what it contains.
Fortunately I had the opportunity to read the Alchemist his best seller as the first book which introduced me to a new horizon of writing, rather reading I should say and this just happened accidentally, appa was in possession of this book and during one of his visits to to my house he missed carrying it back. with his possessiveness
he was insisting that I return the book so I had to locate it and also restore it to the owner and in turn the book became a treasure, till such time it is returned back. So in the process I had the pleasure of reading it. I should say that it was indeed, knowledge enhancement and a completely different experience. The first book being his best made me now to go in search of his books and in the rounds it was Zahir . the author himself has given many meanings for the word Zahir. but confined to the most appropriate thing relevant to his subject of discussion in that book A thing or person or a feeling which occupies your mind and which you can never tend to forget. Well it may be a misconception to say that no such thing occupies our mind space . Because all of us have a few thing dear to our heart (many if YOU are too obsessed)on my way to office today with thoughts wandering I crossed a cycle stand with my blurred vision I wanted to do a fast scan to see whether a ladybird pink coloured cycle is available well this was my daughters cycle which was stolen some time back, but for some time now invariably whenever I sight a heap of cycles at any place I am inclined to see whether I would find it .for now this is my zahir. yet another thing which is hard to vanish from my mind is my philip transistor what dad presented to me when i was in college.
WELL this piece became my obsession for all days rain or shine.It was a companion which remained in my hand all the time or was by my side. when I was I college,listening to songs and going for a short stroll after our dinner was a new trend .Our group was the trend setter for this. many people started to go in for handy transistors (a small radio, for the info of younger generation). well i do not know how dad picked up this piece it was an olive green one with its rear side with black. This was my first item in green I guess. And might be this colour has an influence on me that I get carried away with anything in green. It became more dear to me when I was at home after my college days . I remember it was some special day and people had gone to chennai to see the some one The house was under my charge I was on some work and the transistor was well within my vision ,providing me with background music just a flick of time I found it missing. it was the handy work of some people working at home . I spent several hours and days searching for it in vain I had many dreams in which i would unearth it but It always remained as a dream .but this again remains as a zahir which i can never afford to forget well I know by now each one of you have sighted your zahir and started assimilating memories of it,keep travelling with this thought process still some thing more important overtakes it
in the list for those millions who are yet to read some of his writings.
having been introduced to the routine authors like Sydney Sheldon,Ayan rand, Robert ludlum Irving wallace,Thomas hardy and so on trying a new author was never on my agenda ,seeing a book of coehlo never stirred a feeling even to flip it in the stands to have a prelude on what it contains.
Fortunately I had the opportunity to read the Alchemist his best seller as the first book which introduced me to a new horizon of writing, rather reading I should say and this just happened accidentally, appa was in possession of this book and during one of his visits to to my house he missed carrying it back. with his possessiveness
he was insisting that I return the book so I had to locate it and also restore it to the owner and in turn the book became a treasure, till such time it is returned back. So in the process I had the pleasure of reading it. I should say that it was indeed, knowledge enhancement and a completely different experience. The first book being his best made me now to go in search of his books and in the rounds it was Zahir . the author himself has given many meanings for the word Zahir. but confined to the most appropriate thing relevant to his subject of discussion in that book A thing or person or a feeling which occupies your mind and which you can never tend to forget. Well it may be a misconception to say that no such thing occupies our mind space . Because all of us have a few thing dear to our heart (many if YOU are too obsessed)on my way to office today with thoughts wandering I crossed a cycle stand with my blurred vision I wanted to do a fast scan to see whether a ladybird pink coloured cycle is available well this was my daughters cycle which was stolen some time back, but for some time now invariably whenever I sight a heap of cycles at any place I am inclined to see whether I would find it .for now this is my zahir. yet another thing which is hard to vanish from my mind is my philip transistor what dad presented to me when i was in college.
WELL this piece became my obsession for all days rain or shine.It was a companion which remained in my hand all the time or was by my side. when I was I college,listening to songs and going for a short stroll after our dinner was a new trend .Our group was the trend setter for this. many people started to go in for handy transistors (a small radio, for the info of younger generation). well i do not know how dad picked up this piece it was an olive green one with its rear side with black. This was my first item in green I guess. And might be this colour has an influence on me that I get carried away with anything in green. It became more dear to me when I was at home after my college days . I remember it was some special day and people had gone to chennai to see the some one The house was under my charge I was on some work and the transistor was well within my vision ,providing me with background music just a flick of time I found it missing. it was the handy work of some people working at home . I spent several hours and days searching for it in vain I had many dreams in which i would unearth it but It always remained as a dream .but this again remains as a zahir which i can never afford to forget well I know by now each one of you have sighted your zahir and started assimilating memories of it,keep travelling with this thought process still some thing more important overtakes it
hi anni!
ReplyDeletemore than the content i like the way you convey it. hope to have a great writer in future from our home.keep writing anni.