To Childhood And Back

Instead of squanderin away an evening chaffing on the humdrums of the vegetative corporate life, decided to rush to grab a good book.err.. definition of good shall remain subjective..And then very prudently selected MY DAYS -R K Narayanz autobiography.The slow paced beginnin of the book suddenly makes one feel like a process of decelaration has taken place and the endearing writing of Narayan compulsively makes one traverse the days of childhood again and retrograde in time. ..The stories are so damn down to earth.It makes it more likebale when u can relate to the places and certain incidents.places where he describes.. royapettah.. mount road.. oh yeah i have seen this .omigawd! me has been there.The pets that were kept.. the innocence in assuming certain things.. everything is so much at peace..The faculties of the mind get influenced by incidents that seem so petty n trivial for eg thinking that an uncle in the neighbourhood with a scary beard cumes home to take u to task.It brings laughter to me now ,but then beleive me it would have taken lotta courage to walk past such scary aunts n unclez very gingerly..He is not parsimonoious when it cumes to describin the minute details of the events that shape ones life going further and thus forms a picture of visual novelty when the words put the tress on the road..the perpetual effect of sitting on the shores of a beach.Ahhh loved it!! Unlike the prosaic stuff i had read oflate ,the finely narrated stories are such a feast.
Back to childhood and then drift off into wat i did then.. how it seems so much far away.Its like relivin the times again and when u get used to this exotic inebriety, the morning seems so repungnant and testy and i detest this to childhood and back affair these days .Wonder how easy it is to get lost with a book and its characters......