I am a bibliomaniac; I am tempted to buy, if I happen to see books of my taste. My favourite place in the railway station or airport is bookshop. I have purchased a good number of books from railway stations and airports. But I am unable to read all those books. I may have purchased five, read three and if I come across good books I will purchase another five. The unread books get piled up in my library.
I decided to read all those unread books after I retired from service. I politely declined an extension of my job when offered to me, to read and of course, to write. I retired in 2019. I found a little difficulty initially to cope with post retirement life from an active routine service life. During this time I decided to write my memoirs, and to write without procrastination, before memory faded away. I started arranging the old notes, journals I had maintained, although irregularly, to overcome post retirement adjustment problem.Then Covid-19 from China reached India and government
imposed lock-downs, shutdowns and all kinds of restrictions. I got myself
confined to my house. The communication to outside was through telephone,
internet, face book or WhatsApp. A feeling was there that the future was
uncertain, anything could happen to anybody at anytime. A few of my known or
near and dear ones died of Covid. The conditions were quite depressing, I went into depression. Then I felt the urgency to finish my memoirs which I had
started a few months before the onset of the pandemic.
I finished the first draft by December, 2020. Bharat
Bharati published the book Anichhuk Prasasak and released it in October, 2021.
The book received, to use a cliché, mixed reactions.
Most of the readers appreciated the book and were full of praise and a few
condemned me. Those who appreciated the book telephoned me, sent messages
through WhatsApp or posted their views on Facebook timeline. I am quoting here
some of the views, particularly sent through WhatsApp or posted on Facebook
timeline in English only:
(Radharanman is a banker, residing in Mumbai)Those who condemn me does it on my back, except one who wrote two pieces in a web magazine, of course, without mentioning my name, but castigating me and casting personal aspersions. The persons to whom they vilify me duly inform me. It pains me when I learn some of those who malign me were once my friends; at least, I considered them so. They speak one thing in my front and the opposite behind; of course, this peculiar behaviour not unusual with the persons in administration I have witnessed during my thirty years stint in the tax department. The appreciation elated me and vilification amused. I am grateful to those who admire and thankful to the condemners. For, both have contributed to sale/promotion of the book. The publisher of Anichhuk Prakasak, for the first time, paid a handsome royalty for half yearly sales of the book.
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