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Reading or Writing?

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If I had to make a choice between reading and writing, I would choose reading undoubtedly. I am not much of a writer in the first place. Nobody will miss anything even if I stop writing. Secondly, I cannot afford to miss the magical worlds that unfold when I open books. Writers are great people. I mean good writers. One of the present tragedies is that too many bad writers get too much publicity and hence writing has earned a bad name. Another tragedy is that a lot of falsehood is written today and passed off as irrefutable truths.

In spite of all that, if you force a choice on me I’ll go for reading. I have learnt to choose writers who are good for me (and for others as well). I know how to winnow the grain and discard the chaff.

Right now I’m reading two books simultaneously. One is kept in my workplace and the other is at home. The one that I read in my free time while I’m at school is Modi’s India: Hindu Nationalism and the Rise of Ethnic Democracy by Christophe Jaffrelot. The other one is by a less known writer on a subject that may not be of much interest to quite many. It is Funeral Nights by Kynpham Sing Nongkynrih, a bilingual writer who writes poems, novels and stories in English and Khasi.

Both the books enchant me in their own ways. Jaffrelot is an eminent scholar. He is the Director of Research at CERI-Sciences Po/CNRS in Paris and professor of Indian politics and sociology at King's College, London. This new book of his is “a no-holds-barred account of the disruptive march of democracy and governance in India from the long-established status quo to the totalitarian ethnic style of governance.” [Quoted from the New Indian Express review].

Funeral Nights presents the history of the Khasi people in the form of a fictional narrative. I wouldn’t ever have bought this book had I not lived for fifteen long years (long because they were quite excruciating for the most part) in Shillong in the land of the Khasi people. I knew the author of this book personally too. I remember him as a very gentle soul with a self-effacing smile and subtle sense of humour. But my personal association with him was too brief for my assessment to be objective and my memory to be reliable. I like his book anyway. I learn a lot of things about the Khasi people from this book, things that would have stood me in good stead if I had known them back in my Shillong days.

Knowledge. That’s what I quest after. Mine is a Faustian quest. Reading is what fulfils that quest. That’s why I cannot but read.

PS. This is written for Blogchatter’s Blog Hop: “If you had to choose between reading and writing.”

My previous post in this series: Puzzles, puzzles all the way

 

Comments

  1. Yamini MacLeanJuly 12, 2022 at 9:30 PM

    Hari OM
    I too read for intellectual expansion - as you say, anything well-written and NOT apparently produced by some internet algorithm... YAM xx

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 13, 2022 at 6:42 AM

      Good reading is losing popularity today, I think. Most of my students don't read anything other than course material and chats on their phones!

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  2. Murthy K v v sJuly 13, 2022 at 4:59 PM

    Smart phone took much of time these days. Sometimes it's true with me also. You are reading two books simultaneously.That's really awesome sir.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 13, 2022 at 8:45 PM

      Since Facebook keeps blocking me off and on, the phone doesn't take too much of my time 😊

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  3. deepti menonJuly 17, 2022 at 7:26 PM

    Reading, no doubt, opens the mind to magic. I appreciate the fact that you have been able to make a choice in this post, something which I could not do in mine, as both reading and writing go hand-in-hand in my case. I love both equally, I guess. :)

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  4. rupam sarmaJuly 18, 2022 at 9:55 AM

    Reading... Loved the post.

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  5. Ninu NairJuly 18, 2022 at 11:35 AM

    It's nice to know that you placed reading above writing.

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  6. SeethaJuly 18, 2022 at 1:04 PM

    Hopped in to say that your writing does add value & it will definitely be missed, at least by me. I don't comment much often but I must say, I'm a fan of your writing, and your choice of words and perspectives (though I may not agree with all of them!).
    Also, loved your clarity and conviction in choosing reading.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJuly 18, 2022 at 3:33 PM

      I know some of my views are maverick and even scandalising. But glad you articulated your opinion candidly.

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  7. GeethicaJuly 20, 2022 at 1:51 PM

    You made easy choice where people are confused for life. Nice decision.

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