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Confessions of a Fiction Addict!

Saturday, August 24, 2013



“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.”   - William Styron

 Alright, here I am back to writing after a really long and unintentional hiatus. I have been trying too hard to slog my ass at work and finish reading the books that have been lying on my shelves unattended for quite some time now. Seriously there have been days that I have come early from the office only to savour few pages from the books. And, sooner I realised how addicted am I to fiction, and, hence this article.

 
  Oh Reality! Thou a heartless bitch! This very statement has penetrated my thoughts infinite times, mostly after I am done savoring a book, a fiction one at that and apparently the reality has intervened all those times and grounded me before I put the book back in the shelf.

I have been pondering on this ever since I started reading, and I keep questioning myself, my mom why can’t our lives be an emulation of one of those stories? Or characters? And, there was only one answer erupted out of my mother’s mouth: Grow up! Get a life, you will know! Life isn’t what it is in books! And, I encounter her saying, you will not realize until you read mom. Son, don’t forget I am a librarian by profession for the past 15 years, books are an integral part of my life, not my life.

Not only my mom, many people preach about how reality is different from books and I reckon how every muscle of their mouth wreathes in pain while saying so! I have felt that pain quite few times now; nevertheless I perceive every situation with a fictitious mind and feel quite amazed and amused by the outcomes! I know it is weird but, with me everything has to be fictitious, reality is agonizing, hideous and a clear emulation of Satan.

Imagine living the life of one of those characters from the books, not one in fact you would be living many a lives at once, for instance you are a rich, business tycoon, the other you are a master thief who robs that rich business tycoon and kills him, or be the detective who would chase down the thief and crack the mystery of the century. 


 Why can’t our life be an emulation of one of those love stories?  Where in the guy caters to every need of his woman love and she to his, and they manage to transcend the art of love to an all new level. I am not a gushy-mushy romantic guy, but then it seems too perfect to ignore and shrug it off just by saying it is fiction.

I wonder what if for one moment, the clock strikes and the wheel of time squalls halt and everything around you is fictitious! Nothing would happen for real, even if something did, you can knock it off by realizing that this is not reality, but fiction. Reality is and if not eventually will be monotonous; one would know what he/ she is destined to do, since you write your own destiny. But, fiction throws surprises at every turn and going through that surprise itself, sends a chill down the spine, imagine living it.

Well, during the course of drafting this very article, I have pondered on this very thought that, I need to grow up and get a life, but then we are dealing with fiction here, and once you grow in to it, there is no escaping it.

Okay got to go now, someone’s on the door.

“Oh, it is R.E.A.L.I.T.Y!!”

 Adios!



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