The Rebelle blog

Last Saturday, Dad and me went to a Book Exhibition after a long time. As soon as we entered the exhibition hall, Dad turned one way and I turned to the other. We lost ourselves in the long rows of books and only met halfway through the hall after what seemed like hours of browsing. We looked up from our reverie and smiled widely after seeing each other's arms full of books. In the middle of doing all this, we also met a few familiar faces, some of Dad's friends who had come with their kids. I felt very nice to see them running through the book aisles and picking up books and shouting at the top of their lungs about them to their parents. A very gratifying feeling that there exist parents still who are nurturing book love in their children in this age of fast technology. Also, the organisers of the exhibition seemed to be very nice and kind people because they did not reprimand any of the kids for causing ruckus. Usually when I visit book stores, kids seem bored in a compact ...

I confess I never knew what a ZINE meant! In fact, I even pronounced it wrong uttering 'Ziii-ne' instead of 'Zine' as in 'Magazine.' My very first Zine was from Bombay Underground. It's a non-profit organization that collects, stocks, sells, resells books, organizes second-hand book sales and a lot of other interesting things, one among which is publishing zines, in Mumbai. So, one August eve last year, I met my friend Shree just the next day after my gruesome exams at this cool place called The Hive. There was an exhibition and this place is located in Khar which was the basis of its appeal to both Shree and me. We entered The Hive and walked along this long tunnel-ish space adorned with black painted walls and some paintings. It gave way to a beautiful open space which had a small table with books spread on it, and a rack of books on the opposite side. The other corner across the room had a lovely Trellis covered seating space with a big table and small i...