The Break
by Vimala Ramu
(Bangalore)
Having let loose an avalanche of blogs, I decided to take a break, probably to the great relief of my readers. This was not due to any writer’s block. It was because I decided to reverse the process for a few days and absorb some ‘gyaan’.
Ever since I started writing, my daughter has been taking lot of pains to supply me constantly with good reading material from her club library in the faint hope that, perhaps, that would improve my punctuation and syntax if not the grammar and spelling. Her library_ a very ancient one, is a veritable treasure house of books ranging from yellow paged heavy tomes to slick modern best sellers.
Much as I love the old favorites, I got a sudden craving for the latter. I asked her to get me Chetan Bhagat’s books to read. After waiting in vain to land a copy due to the heavy demand, she decided to purchase the whole lot of his books along with a few more and gifted them to me on my birthday.
This was nothing short of a bonanza to me, an avid reader. To enjoy the books without break I declared to myself a ‘no writing’ week. I would attend to my daily household chores, e mails and then sit down to read the books reclining on a plush divan with bolsters and cushions all round. A rainy weather, catered meals, spicy snacks and a handy shawl completed the picture of a Paradise for the whole week.
Ecstatically I would get deeply involved in the nerdy IITs, IIMs and interstate marriages and the concomitant problems, the frustrated lives of the agents in the call centre and the mystic, divine intervention, the fatal combination of business, religion and Cricket with some contraband sex in the lives of the young people. Having had similar cases in the family, I could relate totally to the interstate marriage, but enjoyed the others equally well.
In sheer gratitude, I thanked Chandrika for the total enjoyment I had in my book paradise (incidentally the word Paradise means a walled garden in Persian). But she, who had never been enamored of my writing, told me,
“Mom, I can flood you with books, provided you promise never to write again”
Little did she know that my ‘break’ itself would spawn a brand new blog!.