Comic booking

It was a a rainy day in June. I sat in the cozy confines of my room looking outside through the window. There was no electricity, thus there was no Facebook and  so i was almost completely lost on what i would do the entire day. Then all of the sudden my gaze fell over the small book case that i never used. it was then that i found a magazine i had bought a few weeks ago at the bus stand. I had bought it on pure impulse, or then maybe.....pure nostalgia....

TINKLE.

The never changing smell of the wet soil, the never changing sheet of clouds and the never changing rain brought me and my TINKLE back to a time when everything was same, but i was different. I could feel the awe i felt so long ago, at the intelligence of UNCLE ANU. I remembered how every time i had a question or a doubt, TINKLE TOLD ME WHY. I was surprised to find out that after so many years TANTRI THE MANTRI still couldn't get hold of the crown. It was not just a comic book any more... it was my childhood.

That little unchanged copy of my Favorite comic book brought back the days when mommy was superman and daddy was Einstein... but the epiphany was yet to strike, because i hadn't begun to read it yet. 

As i read through the whole comic book i realized that i had learnt a lot more than i thought i had learnt from comics. When i failed in my T.Y.BArch, i never gave up on architecture. Instead, i became quite good at it. Maybe I was just being 'TANTRI THE MANTRI'. At a certain viva, i was scared as hell to face the professors because I wasn't sure about myself. Later i did face them and turned out to be the topper in Class. Maybe it was the SHIKARI SHAMBHU in me. Each and every character depicted a form of me. That, or vice-a-versa.

Today as i write about comics and more, i welcome a new age of comics in India, as i say farewell to a golden, more innocent age. What keeps me going is, today i am 25 and i still have a comic book in my hand....uh sorry...graphic novel in my hand. Mature, Graphic and intense...maybe ten years from now, on another rainy day, I would be holding a JUMP magazine in my hand and writing this all over again.