Reading Books and other Hobbies : The Summers of 1970s
I some times read with interest and sadness how the era of book reading is over. With so many avenues of knowledge and entertainment, books as a past time have lost ground. Unlike the times in our childhood when the only way to beat heat during summer vacation was to latch on to a book, or play cards or ludo; kids can now spend hours on a computer game, or watch non stop nonsense churned out by numerous channels catering to kids and adults.
We as kids never had the choice.
Doordarshan - the only TV channel for a long time - was available only at Delhi and subsequently at Bombay. The national network reaching out to the rest of the country came only after the Asian Games of 1982.
Aso, Doordarshan up to early Eighties was fully confined to the socialistic mumbo jumbo, that TV in a developing country should primarily be for educational and development purpose. As a consequence we had one hour of Krishi Darshan, followed by News and some programmes devoted to discussion and debates in Hindi and English. Occasionally one would get to see some imported serials from the UK or US - which used to become hugely successful. The only progarammes catering to pure entertainment were the Sunday movie and the Wednesdays Chitrahar. So kids as well as adults had a lot of time to deal with - especially during the holidays.
Books were a great source of entertainment and past time in those days. We as a family were voracious book readers. Magazines and comics were available on hire from a number of shops in the neighborhood. We had access to books from college and university libraries – courtesy our mother, and, you would not believe - we had mobile libraries run by Delhi Public Library which used to come to each colony on a weekly basis.
I got initiated into book reading very early and by the time was through with the school, could claim to be an adequately read person. My earliest assault was on kids magazine - Chandamama, Parag, and Nandan. By the time one reached class four Enid Blyton set our imagination on fire through her books on kid detectives solving mysteries.
Around the same time we got into reading classics. ‘Treasure Island’ by R L Stevenson was the beginning. ‘Kidnapped’ followed soon enough, taking us to a different world centuries ago.
We had classics even in our text. In class five we had an abridged version of ‘Count of Monte Cristo’ by Alexander Duma. It was only a year later that I could lay my hand on the full version from a college library and found that the book ran into more than 1000 pages.
That was when the battle began between me and my sister. The full version of the novel was too voluminous. Despite the intensive grip of unfolding plot we could at best give it couple of hours of intensive reading before taking a break. By the time I was rejuvenated to continue another sortie on the book – it was invariable in the captivity of my sister. Obviously a different strategy was required.
The book had come on my request, so I believed that I had the right to finish it first. I therefore started hiding the book after the reading fatigue would set in. Some times my sister would discover it some times she would not. The strategy worked, and I was able to finish the book at the expense of my sister.
More than a decade later browsing through some books at Khan Market I came across ‘The Count of Mounte Cristo’. I purchased the book immediately and wrote a small line before giving it to my sister - ‘To my Didi, to atone for the sins of the past’.
After a couple of months I asked her how she found the book. She said that the book was good, but no longer had the kind of hold it had on us as kids. I borrowed the book and quickly realized what she said was true. Grown ups can never feel the intensity of the narrative as it unfolds to a kid. A number of books are to be read only at a certain age after which it no longer means the same.
That the modern age kids are not drawn to books came as a shock to me when I discovered that my nephew and niece, then in class 7 and 5, had not read the classics such as ‘Kidnapped’ and ‘Journey to the Centre of the Earth’ lying at their home.
Does the modern era mean a gradual end to book reading? Although book shops are having a tough time to survive in the West, one is still struck by the number of people carrying books and reading books in the buses, trams and Underground Metros etc. The public libraries also have a good number of visitors. How come we have dwindling number in our country?
At an international airport a couple of years ago I found a little girl of class five or six reading a big fat book. I was surprised. That was how I came to know of J K Rowling and Harry Potter series that restarted book reading as a hobby for the kids in Britain.
But my incentive system had failed to work on Pratyush. He has seen the Harry Potter movies – courtesy POGO channel, so reading the book is avoidable. I only feel sad that reading the great classics and fantastic novels would never mean the same, even if Pratyush finds interest to read at a later stage some day.