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5 confessions of an under-the-blanket reader

Blame it on my genes. I was born to a household where books easily outnumbered any junk. And finding a dog-eared book was probably the only cause of marital discord. So it was only natural that the children also got into books. Except in my case, it went a little beyond.

I love reading. Period. And my affections are not limited to books. I want to read everything. While many are above board, there were times when I needed to go under cover. Literally.While I did mention my love for reading, it unfortunately did not extend to my textbooks. And hence come exam time, I would slip under my blanket with a comic. The thrill of being caught at the game only added to its appeal. 

As I somehow passed exams and moved to higher classes, the books changed from comics to thicker novels. But it wasn’t the plot that interested me anymore. The letters that came in it, written by my first crush, were way more interestingMom’s ever vigilant spy, my pesky kid brother, made sure that going below the blanket remained my only recourse.

From books to mobiles. Getting my hands on my elder brother’s mobile was a sure shot reason to get into the secure confines of my blanket. On a lucky day, I would find some information that could give me extra pocket money. Of course, getting caught inevitably meant risking extreme torture.

As confessed earlier, I love reading. But not writing. And that can be a problem when you are in college and are expected to take down notes. Thankfully, I shared my room with a guy who did, but hated to share. It left me with no other option but to take his notes at night and slip underneath for a quick scan.

Now that I have started working, I sometimes share a room with colleagues while on tour. Sometimes I forget to take my books. And without my daily fix of reading, sleep becomes a casualty. This has often made me slide inside the immaculately arranged quilt with the room dining menu or the rules and regulations booklet for guests. I never get tired of surprising my colleagues by rattling off items from the menu and the price without apparently looking at it even once.  
 
My love for reading continues. But how I miss the adventure that comes with the covert act of going under the blanket!    


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A mother cracks the formula to set the equation right with her CAT bound son. 

Hemalatha woke up determined to put the trauma of the past few days behind. She walked into the kitchen and started busying herself with household chores. The soulful strains of Yo Yo Honey Singh from the radio immediately put her at ease. Humming to herself she was about to take a sip of her favorite paati-made filter coffee when she heard the dreaded voice. Hemalatha froze and by some strange coincidence so did Honey Singh. From above the static of the radio she heard Mukund approaching.
Her 20-year old son came and plonked himself opposite her. “A fairly innocuous day, isn’t it?” he asked pointedly. Hemlatha kept looking at her coffee which suddenly had lost taste. “Hmmmm,” was all she could mumble. “But soon the day’s mien will change with the cacophony of sounds.” Hema could not take it any longer. Thankfully, his mobile rang and off went her tormentor.
Later in the day, Hema could not but help think of that one act that had led to this tragic state of affairs. Mukund’s CAT entrance was coming closer. And Hema was a worried mom. This was not an exam to be taken lightly but her son’s attitude was as carefree as ever. To make matters worse, Keshav, her husband was away on an offsite. She had told her son in no uncertain terms that his preparation left a lot to be desired. “Take it to the next level,” said the poor unsuspecting mother. And by some strange twist of fate, her son who had mastered the art of not listening to her, agreed.

The next day onwards, Mukund started talking differently. Hema knew it was English, and yet the words he used were like the bouncers those good looking bowlers at the IPL bowled. It was as if her son had decided to live the rest of his life in the middle of a Shakespearean play. And to think, she had pushed him into it!

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