Friday, September 15, 2006

SAT Vocab!!

Heheh. this one i wrote as an assignment in our english class in first year. someone actually asked me if i was stoned while writing it. i was not. give it a look...

The Pleasure of Reading


Of the googles of discoveries and inventions of Man, made in the course of the millions of years of his evolution, just about his greatest accomplishment, as I perceive it, is the development of his mind, his intellect, his imagination, his power of communication and expression, his speech, the culmination of all these factors into his writing, and then his most fantastic gift to mankind, the submission of this writing to the world so that men, women and children anywhere may read, learn and enjoy the intrinsic complexities of the human psyche.

The utterly callous assumption that reading is one of the simple pleasures of life is ludicrous, atrocious and as dumb as dumb can be! While there are quite a number of unfortunate, wretched souls who do not benefit much from any book that they read, one cannot deny the immense psychedelic power that a good book can have on an unsuspecting mind. For when one sits down with a good book, be it a novel of fantasy, adventure, romance, political intrigue or mind boggling detection, for a brief but intense period of time, he loses his identity and becomes one with the story. A husky barbarian fighting sword and sorcery, a gallant youth riding his steed to rescue the fair damsel from the tower of the Black Knight, a noble young gentleman defying a thousand odds so that he may hold his sweetheart in his arms or die in ignominy in the eyes of every lover, a cunning spy walking stealthily in his dark trench coat, his hat and collar concealing all but his eyes which hold a thousand secrets that could spell doom to all, or the great detective, walking around the back alleys of Victorian London, putting years of research into the annals of crime to the test before he retires to a quiet cup of tea with the good Doctor in his quarters at 221B Baker Street. All these words, all these characters spur images of great interest in the mind of the reader. Most of us may never experience such fantastic adventure in the course of our lives, but we can enjoy every moment of it in the course of a good novel.

I have laid stress on novels, but I assure all reading that there are other equally enjoyable pleasures in reading books of non-fiction like biographies and auto-biographies, books of History, etc.

And so, in conclusion, I’d just like to say that movies are good, music and song is better, friends are outstanding and love is out of this world. But nothing beats a good book… and a warm bath on a cold November’s day.

2 comments:

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

i wouldnt say you were high when you wrote it but i think you definitely were kidnapped by aliens when you wrote that!!!

Skepticus Scofferus said...

stoned,on a trip,drunk,kidnapped by the worst kinda psychotropic hallucinogen inducing druggie aliens possible...could be a mild understatement to yer state of mind wen ya wrote this... nice.. really nice..food for thought actually