Glumbles

I have been feeling a little glum lately and in the need of some cheering up - watched the whole of The West Wing again - second time and decided that there really can be too much of a good thing. I think it is boredom rather than misery that leads to the glumness - sitting around with nothing to do but think what a crappy life I lead is really not helpful.

Then I rediscovered my secret weapon - reading. I bought the new Karin Slaughter today and have already devoured 80 pages of it. I am transported to another place and another way of living. It reminded me of the lonely little baba voraciously reading everything is sight.

When we went to Puri my constant grumble was that I had nothing to read - I devoured books like rose and violet creams - fast and in one sitting. In desperation my mother turned to the caretaker of the bungalow, Mr Dasgupta and asked if he had anything I might read. He did - Satre and Simone de Beauvoir. At eleven I became somewhat of an expert on existentialism. When I had exhausted his Satre library I was moved on to Hermann Hess - The Glass Bead Game, Siddhartha and Stepenwoolf. Much of the content must have gone over my head and yet to this day the mention of Hess or Sartre will transport me to a sandy beach with crashing breakers and the bright sun illuminating the pages of the book.

Back hone in Calcutta the American School let me loose in the library with their classics - it was there that I read Freud and Kant while at the same time swapping comics with my classmates. It did not seem much of a leap from the interpretation of dreams to life with Archie and his pals.

My point, I think, is this - you can never be bored if you have a book. Reading is humanity's greatest accomplishment - more so than writing because even the back of cereal packet can conjure wonder in the enquiring mind. I always used to make my kids keep reading diaries and they were required to mention everything they read. My favourite entry - "I read my sister's diary last night - it was boring". For him maybe but not for me.

Writing is important too - writing this has helped remove the last of the glumbles that that were clinging on to the crevices of my mind.