Just A Bookworm Thing

Is there any fragrance better than the oh-so-unique-one that is just purely a book?

I don’t know if its the same with all you guys, or whether I’m the odd one out here; but I stand by my statement. That special scent can make me utterly content in a matter of seconds.


Word Prompt

Ten years of marriage,

all were spent childless

Nine other families,

always looked down on her

Eight failed appointments,

at the doctor’s

Seven days everyday,

she prayed for a miracle

Six different advices,

from ‘with-child’ couples

Five times they wondered,

if it was enough

Four hundred tests,

all in vain

Three miscarriages,

Two hearts break

One buried baby;

Was all that remained.

You Told Me..

You told me you were fine

Yet your eyes told a different story

You told me you wanted to be alone

Yet your body twitched to be held

You told me everyone has problems 

Yet the lines on your face said something else

You told me you don’t care

Yet you stopped me from leaving

You told me to move on

Yet your heart chose to stay

You told me not to meddle

Yet my love for you said otherwise. 

This Father’s Day

Dear Baba,

I know I’m not the kind of person who is able to express my emotions really well and so I’m writing you this letter instead. This may make me a coward but at least I will be able to get it off my chest.

I don’t know if you realize this, but I do. Our relationship is way different than the relationship between you and my siblings. We don’t just sit and talk like you do with my eldest sister, nor do we discuss my day like you do with my brother. You don’t pick up little reasons to tease me or goad me into an argument like you do with baji (sister), nor do you ask someone else to do a chore originally assigned to me like you do with behn (sister). 

Our relationship consists of me handing you the tools you need when you’re building back your car, giving you your medicine, or going through those 40 minutes long journey when you are dropping me off at university – with none of us ever saying a single word to each other. 

Saying that my dad doesn’t love me sounds like something straight out of a drama. And I get that in your own way perhaps you do love me. Maybe you are unable to express your feelings as well or maybe this is just my wishful thinking. I just wish there was a way you could somehow show that you do care about me. Tell me that you are proud of me. Tell me that you see how much I have improved in my academics. Tell me you are happy with the field I have chosen. Tell me I can do it. Teach me how to drive. Give me advice. Ask me questions. Show interest in my life. Motivate me. Hug me. Love me.

Happy Father’s day.


Your Beti.

10 Reasons Why Books Are So Much Better Than Movies 

Yesterday, I asked one of my friends to read The Kite Runner since it is one of my top favourite reads of all times.

His response?

Isn’t there a movie based on that book? I’d much rather watch that instead.

This felt like a personal attack against me, leaving me utterly speechless (as well as making me question our friendship). It got me thinking on why I always prefer a paperback instead of just watching the screenplay, and while there are several reasons that come to mind, these are the ones I believe stand out the most.

1. The characters in the story emerge just the way you want them to; be it looks, sounds, actions or even the costumes. In movies you aren’t given much of an option – the image is already there and you have to deal with it even if it doesn’t make sense.

2. You are constantly aware of what is going inside your main character’s head and hence there are no missing chunks of the story (unless it’s very poor writing) that leave you second guessing about what just happened.

3. In books, your story slowly and gradually builds. You grow up right along your characters and when the story is exceptionally good, you start building a connection with them. Most movies only last an hour or two and so the story has to be confined in a very limited time, giving the audience very little chance to relate to the characters.

4. Even though movies too play a big role in improving your language skills, it is actually the books that create a major impact. By reading books written by various authors, you are able to learn the best bits from them and develop amazing writing skills.

5. Watching movies means increased screen time and research has shown that artificial light from your computer screens has a negative effect on your sleep cycle. Reading paperbacks in broad daylight or under a lamp creates no such problems.

6. For some people, following dialogues during a movie proves to be a bit challenging especially when English (if they are watching an English movie) is not their first language. Books, however, let you re-read the same paragraph infinite times.

7. Paperbacks, hard cover, ebooks – whatever the shape or form of your book, you get to keep it with you; maybe even pass it down to the next generation. The very unique smell of books and the worn out edges from countless turning of pages gives it its very own distinctiveness.

8. You don’t have to worry about things such as charging your device or poor Internet connection when reading a book.

9. Whether you are travelling, waiting for your bus, putting your child to sleep or even just curling around on the sofa – books can be your constant companion.

10. Books let you LIVE everything.

There is a quote by George R.R. Martin that I think explains a reader’s life, really well:

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.”

Famjam – All Day Every Day 

Most people my age consider family as just a group of people they have to deal with on a regular basis. They don’t necessarily enjoy spending time with them, instead do it either out of moral obligation or due to the fear of every mother’s ultimate weapon – guilt trip.

They would much rather spend this time hanging out with their BFFs.

For me, however, it is entirely the opposite; my nuclear family (parents and siblings) are my utmost BFFs. This may sound sad or maybe even corny, but I assure you for me it is neither. It is quite simply just the truth.

My family is by no means normal. We are crazy, loud, goofy, playful, dysfunctional and on ocassion, even polite.

I happen to be the youngest among them, the perfect product (I swear I’m not a narcissist) born after my parents had already gone through 4 trial and error experiments (sorry guys!); giving me 3 elder sisters and a brother.

This is my way of describing each famjam member:

1. Baba – He is a super social person which means whenever a whole tirade of guests suddenly show up, all our eyes turn towards him.

2. Ammi – With her extra cuddly hugs and sporadic yet perfectly timed jokes, for me she is the family’s all-rounder.

3. Bajjo – The sister who is forever there to keep all of us in line (including the ‘rents) whenever we are about to start gossiping about that party we just got back from.

4. Bhai – All things Goofy. He makes jokes at the most random moments regarding anyone and anything, and somehow manages to always get away with it.

5. Baji – She is the sister I go to when I need to hear all the family gossip, because while everyone else thinks I’m a kid, she understands I know a little too much anyway.

6. Behn – The source of getting all things entertaining; be it pre-downloaded movies, TV shows, songs or any of the awesome new authors she has just discovered. 

So while I may be considered a black sheep among friends for voluntarily choosing to spend time with my family, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Does your crazy beat our kinda crazy?