I don't remember ever claiming to be well-read. Well read in the sense that I had read all those impressive tomes that would have justified that pair of thick glasses permanently perched on, and forever threatening to squash, my wee nose, out of existence.
I realised this even more when I met some wonderful people in UAE, like
Bhai and W. The former is a business graduate and the latter has an MA in English Literature...and both are literateurs with an impressively stacked bookshelves at their respective homes. And better still, both had actually read most of their books. Imagine me, a person who has to be slapped back into reality at the sight of old book
thelas at Hasan Square, at such a paper feast...
And then the conversations were so educating, one shoudl always have intelligent, well read friends or not bother with friendships at all. And so, we got along the
dosti highway and zzzzooomed away.
It was while with them that I realised I may have read quite a lot, but I was not well read. Oh that term again. So I started to rectify that bit...starting from raids on their collections of books and now that I am back home, away from those dearest of dear friends, I have access to an Institutional library. I am an academic now...it would be a shame if I have not read all that I should have read...also, I hope it would improve this trait of mine...of going on and on without making any sense and claiming to be a writer. Anyways, this was to be an intro, a justification of sorts. and now with tat out of the way, let's work on the list. as promised above.
