IN THE QUEST FOR BOOKS!
One of the real treats of the city is
its abundance of activity. Quaint old buildings coupled with modern
skyscrapers, the city has its charm for tourists. But there is the quiet corner
of the city's inhabitants who are neither moved nor awed by the various treats
of the city. Their aim, goal and destination are one of the numerous book shops
that are aplenty and scattered all through the city. These treasure troves are
situated in nooks and crannies of the city, where only the regulars feel
comfortable.
Yes, the city has its swanky malls
and new bookshops. There are your Landmark, Odyssey, Higginbotham’s showrooms.
And yes, the thrill of purchasing a new book is always there. But budget
concerns and the thirst for classics push the book nerds towards these lesser
heavens. Not as swanky, not as glittering, but still just as alluring! Many
people say that the smell of books has no compare. But the feel of a well
thumbed book gives by itself, a sense of comfort! A happy memory of another
book lover who had already gone through the same pages...
My recent quest for books started
when my dormant bookshelf stared at me alarmingly one morning. I
realised my supply of paper backs was dwindling and therefore I just went
through the books I had been reading and re reading. And finally I realised
that another trip to my comfort corners was due. So with determination I set
off toward the local book shop which sold second hand books at a deal. My mind
was busy listing all the authors I would like to read and I have not yet had
the chance to come across. Before long I found myself at the platform where the
familiar sight of books pleased me like an appetising display of chocolate
cake! (No food references allowed, I guess, I will move away from the topic).
There was some unidentified happiness
blossoming at the sight of the old uncle who managed the bookshop greeting me
with a smile. And his innocent enquiry as to why I had not dropped by for six
months to which I just shrugged. Mumbling flimsy reasons and of course the clichéd
"I have been busy and had no time..." I proceeded to check out what
he had on display. Seeing the books stacked in the display board in neat orders
gave a strong wave of nostalgia. Much like greeting old friends, I soon made
myself at home and started my determined ploughing through the rows and rows of
books.
I knew my way through the racks and
the books stacked according to their prices. I talked as I searched and belted
out the names of authors I had in mind. Uncle speeded up and brought out 6 of
the ten books I named. The other four books, he promised to have ready and call
me when they arrived. But I was far from disappointed. This uncertainty is the
charm of these bookshops. You can never get every title you have in mind, but
as I soon discovered, (Once again, every time, it happens always.) I started
choosing books I had never thought about.
Before long the 'helpful' uncle
started taking out packed crates with a grunt and a resigned sigh, with his
almost clichéd, 'these display books are never enough for you. Here, these
books might interest you'. I couldn't help the reluctant grin that spread
across my face as I remembered the initial days when I mistook this gesture as
a ploy to sell me more books. But before long I understood that the uncle was
choosing books based on my favourite genres. He was, contrary to popular
belief, quite knowledgeable about the various authors and books and the general
trend and mood of the other patrons.
Knowing that his suggestions were
almost always good, I proceeded to dust out the books out and discovered
fourteen more books "I just had to buy". The ever helpful owner
provided a grand total and discounts. But still, the sum far exceeded my budget
and I had to part with a few. This filtering process is the hardest. You never
know what to take and what to let go. Finally I chose a few books that I
couldn't avoid. And with requests to keep those aside for another day, I
finally totalled the books and loaded my treasure in the bag I readily carried.
The uncle fervently nodded and
assured me that he will set those books aside and I knew he would. The number
one benefit of frequenting a local shop is that you can get such concessions.
So I filtered out the six books, which in addition to my earlier six made a
total of twelve, and kept aside four books with promises to return. The weight
of the books was a comfortable load on my back as I trudged my way back to
home, much richer than I was before. I came back home and bragged about my
exploits and made my mother go 'oh no. Not again' but with a smile on her face.
In another two days I had forgotten
my trip to the bookshop and pushed the books I had kept aside to the back of my
mind. They belonged to the 'near future'-- one other weekend when - no, If- I
found the time. So with this totally unprepared mind I trudged home after a
long day at office. And lo and behold what do I find? But the four books I had
meant to buy. Knowing every book I own by heart and understanding that these
four books here couldn't be a lucky coincidence, I stood staring at them in
awe. My mother came forward with her usual won't-you-ever-get-enough-of-this
stare. I tried a tentative puppy face and grin while she just shook her head
and rambled on, "The book shop man told me you had kept aside these four
books. So I just thought I must pick them up before someone else does."
I
could see her stern expression slowly morphing into an indulgent and
understanding smile. But her next words were lost in the bear hug I gave her.
And oh, did I mention? There is another benefit of purchasing at your local shop;
the shop owners are familiar with your whole family, and who knows? Your
surprise book package may arrive with your mother or the not so distant cousin
whom you introduced to that uncle once. The pleasure of passing on a legacy, I
say!
