Novelty

Reading novels has become one of my favourite pastimes. In the past I used to spend many hours playing video games and drooling over soccer. As mentioned before in my blog, I no longer see the importance in both these activites.

Although I still play games occasionally, I have lost the passion I once had for soccer. Money and politics has ruined the beautiful game. I just cannot stand it anymore. But today isn’t about boring soccer it’s about imagination.

Yes imagination. Novels are one of only few things in the world that allows someone to immerse himself in another’s world. The one special thing I like about reading novels is that all the readers have different thesis on the author’s world. Everyone creates a slightly different picture in their heads.

As we get more and more engaged while reading a particular novel, some of us will relate to our past experiences. Past experiences are necessary if we want to connect with the characters in the novel. If we can feel his or her anger, happiness, sadness or even their greed then we become attached to these characters. It goes without saying; if we care about these characters then the novel is well worth the read.

I admit that I never actually like reading novels while I was in primary or secondary school. I just didn’t like teachers forcing students to read. I always believed, yes in that young age, I actually knew that education had to be natured rather than forced. It’s partly also because of this reluctance that my own mother tongue suffered.

Now the government is finally waking up to the idea of nurturing education rather than bombarding student with information. But the sad thing about it is that no one was listening when I told it.

I have to make a confesssion here. I have a problem only a few people know about. I cannot remember meaning of certain words and also I have the tendency to forget even the simplest of spellings. I still remember the time when my English teacher had called me to the front of the class and asked me to spell the words colour and necessary. It was because he realized my failed attempts to spell the words right in my composition. So when I was called upon I simply fumbled and made myself look stupid. And this happen when I was in secondary two.

Nowadays as a counter measure, I write down all the hard to spell words and words which I do not know the meaning of into a book. I call this book the daily dictionary. But as the name implies it is in fact all but daily.

It’s actually kinda funny to see myself having a notepad and writing down all these troubling words. It’s almost as if I was doing serious scientific research. Its even more troubling to see myself actually spending time during my weekends to find the meaning of these words and writing them down in my daily dictionary.

Seriously I suspect that I have truly gone mad. It seems like I have become obsessed over trivial issues. I just ask myself sometimes, who in the hell does this sort of things? I know of no one who does it. Or maybe they are hiding it from me?

So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

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