Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows
how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning
and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law
of life. ―
Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte
Trees give an aura of wisdom, of great age, and immense
strength. If we stop to think about it, each one of us has a special tree in
our lives. An immovable object that has marked a place in our memory.
told me to be like a coconut tree. She had this chorus that she used to recite
every time. It told me to be useful and make every part of me useful. It said
live in co-existence to find harmony. Every
coconut tree comes with the message – Serve your purpose wholly.
There are trees that
have a mighty base, its truck growing to reaching heights, its boughs branching
out as far as it can. Like a human soul with ambitions, his hands stretched towards
the sky, his fingers wanting to touch the dreams. When the winds blow hard,
even this grand tree bends to the wind. The trees are saying – look at me, how strong
and lone I stand, yet I bend to this wind. I do so lest it breaks me. There are
certain happenings in life we cannot ascertain. It comes as a sudden tidal
wave, trying hard to carry us away. At times like this, instead of holding your
feet and letting the wave break us we must lean in a bit to let the waters pass
us without leaving much damage behind.
A tree leaves its marks behind. Each ring on the inside
tells a tale of its existence, the meaning of those years it has stood tall –
sapling to this. Our lives must be of some significance. Mankind loses much in
this race of life that he doesn’t pause to see if his years, his life, is
leaving behind a mark to tell his story.
Trees teach us calm. There are times when I hug a tree
tight, my ears pressed against its bark, my fingers against its texture, my
eyes shut but feeling on my closed lids the light patterns it creates through
its leaves. When I hold a tree close, I feel all anxiety leave me. The force
inside the tree is telling me to keep going on. It holds a certain silence inside its form,
telling us that we must find the silence within us too.
A tree’s leaves never stop rustling as long as the wind
continues to do its job. Maybe the tree is telling us that as long as the world
continues to do its job we must do ours.
But the greatest lesson perhaps is this. More magnificent a
tree is the more sure you can be that its roots stretch far below the earth. We
must have our roots sunk deep into Mother Earth. She, the preserver of life,
the If we
intend to grow, we need to breathe in Mother Earth. We need to earn Nature’s
love. Just as how a tree no matter how old and weak it is continues to live on
with just the support of the mud below it, Earth promises to take care of us if
we are in close association with her.
sustainer, the nourishing one.
Trees are like spirits. They talk, teach, and open up a
magical world. They are speakers of Nature’s life lessons. To have a tress as a mentor, parent, friend guarantees
that you have a divine strength leading you on.
It has been a while since I last blogged. Internship, writing and
other such things have kept me away. I thought I’ll leave something of an
This month I started my internship and I think it is a great
experience. It shows you the real way things are done and you realize not
everything is as orderly as it is so inside an educational institution. I knew
this but it hit me rather hard on Day 1 of internship. I felt overwhelmed and
slightly scared about how my future would be as a lawyer. However, I’m glad I
felt that because fear is a strong motivator and I tried to channel that fear
into something more positive. Now, I feel…stronger? Much more confident and
determined. I love that thing about fear. It gives you two options. You either
let it push you down for the rest of your life or you use it as an asset.
opened up some interesting things. I get to see the kind of people I wouldn’t otherwise.
The kind you read on paper or in books. That reminds me of this case I read.
There is this particular lady, let us call her
Jess, who claims to be a kleptomaniac (the urge to steal). This nice person
stole diamond and gold jewelry from a friend and kept it a secret until she
wisely donned on the pieces and posted the picture of Facebook. The friend on
seeing these pictures put two and two together. Jess was arrested after a
complaint was filed. Jess confessed. But the funny part here is not the nature
of this case but Jess herself. She is hardly worried about the accusation and
the fact she could possibly go to prison. She likes to go on a shopping spree
on the day of her court hearing, goes to movies after the hearing, and even
told the judge to speed up his pace. Jess is a kleptomaniac who like to steal
only jewelry. Convenient, don’t you think?
Yes, this is real.
Apart from these perks, I also get to learn a lot. Studying
law makes me feel empowered and gives me the feeling that I can face anything
with the power of knowledge of law. I can’t wait to complete these five years
of education and step into the world as a lawyer.
That is about it for a brief update. Also, Sky theaters are amazing.
I’ve read many good books. Some of them have blown me away
with the words they carry. The Little Prince holds the trophy for me. Rather, held. It had to make way for The
Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. This book is considered to the bible for creative
people. I didn’t know about the fame that followed the book until after I had
read it. So, my opinion is completely unbiased when I say The Fountainhead is
one of the most amazing book ever written.
As I was reading it, I had a sense as if I was reading
something very sacred and each word must be read twice so that it could be committed
to memory. It is an intensely written book with intense characters who are
bound to stay in your head (not your heart) for a long time.
You could ask me why I haven’t written a review.
I feel that by writing a review I will be causing disrespect
to those words. You will know what I mean when you read The Fountainhead.
All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like
a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean
shadows and depths. Briefly, visible above the vapor, Kanchenjunga was a far
peak whittled out of ice, gathering the last of the light, a plume of snow
blown high by the storms at its summit.
The book, The inheritance of Loss, starts with these lines.
The beauty of the description had me hooked immediately. I knew this story was
not going to be a light one, but rather an educational journey where the writer
throws across complex ideas and thoughts that is bound to provoke the reader’s
mind. I was not disappointed.
Taken from Wikipedia-
The major theme
running throughout is one closely related to colonialism
and the effects of post-colonialism: the loss of identity and the way
it travels through generations as a sense of loss. Individuals within the text
show snobbery at those who embody the Indian way of life and vice versa, with
characters displaying an anger at the English Indians who have lost their
The main characters in the story are – Sai, Biju, Jemubhai Patel, and his cook.
He story revolves around Sai, a teenager who is living with
her paternal grandfather Jemubhai Patel, former Justice. They live in the foot
of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas in an old manor named Cho Oyu. The house
inspite of its great history is now in a crumbling state, the termites eating
the place down. Sai was brought up in India in a convent. After the death of
her parents she was sent to her grandfather. Here, it is the cook who really
looks after the girl. Her grandfather isn’t very concerned. Because of lack of
finance he is unable to send her to a good school. Hence, tutors are hired to
teach her the basics. This is how she meets Gyan, her physics teacher. He isn’t
much older to her and Sai and Gyan fall in love with each other.
Jemubhai Patel, her grandfather, doesn’t really step up to
this role. He hates anything that connects him to his family. The judge was
educated in England. Since the initiation of his studies, he had always wanted
to cut his Indian roots and embrace the west. In spite of him trying, the
British don’t accept him as one of their own nor do the Indians. Desai shows us
the brutal side to the judge. We see him recalling incidents where he looks
down upon his uneducated family, rapes his wife, beats her up, sends her back
to her parents house, ignores his child. It seems that the only person the judge
loves is his dog Mutt.
The Judge’s words after his dog goes missing-
“A man wasn't equal to an animal, not one particle of him.
Human life was stinking corrupt, and meanwhile there were beautiful creatures
who lived with delicacy on the earth without doing anyone harm. "We should
be dying." the judge almost wept.”
― Kiran Desai,
The Inheritance of
Desai switches narration between Sai and Biju. Biju is the
son of the judge’s cook who stays in America. The story takes place post-colonialism
hence there are still much influence of the British on the Indians and their
mind set towards anything foreign. Biju travels to US by illegal means and is
staying in the place without legal documents. He works in different restaurants
and meets varied people. Contrary to what his father thinks, Biju is not living
a life of luxury. Desai uses satire to show many aspects of human behavior.
Biju sees Indians coming to the restaurants he works and ordering beef. Cow is
considered sacred to Hindus hence Biju is unable to hide his disgust for these
Gyan, Sai’s lover/tutor, is a Nepali. The Gorkhaland
movement is used as a historic backdrop of the novel. The Gorkhaland movement
involves the revolt of the Nepalies against the Indian government and against
those who have embraced a western life. Gyan in search of an identity joins the
Gorkhas and this leads to a break in relation between Sai and Gyan.
The inhertitance of loss is not a book that involves around
one central theme. It deals with life and the different faces in one’s life.
Dealing heavily on human perception and their decisions, Kiran Desia’s words
have a way of finding their way to a certain part of the reader’s mind where
one can chew over it. There is a conflict between the beautiful scenic setting
the story is set in and the human wars. Many might find the story a bit of a
drag and boring. However, the amazing thing about the book is that it captures
true life in all its ugly and pretty shades.
“A journey once begun, has no end”
The book ends true to these words. There is no definite “happily
ever after” end to this story. It ends on a note of hope.
The satire- this is done so well- not a bit more or a bit
The writing – Kiran Desai has beautiful writing that paints vivid
The humor – Though most of the humor is centered on sarcasm there
is the right sprinkle of humor.
Another book that I read this week is Girls In Trucks by
Katie Crouch. I picked the book from the shelf because I was drawn by the
amazing book cover and I am all about supporting debut novels. The story was
disappointing. Sarah, the protagonist is not very lovable. The writing is poor.
To make it interesting the writer switches around with first person narrative,
second person narrative and third person. It gets tiring.The book gets 6/10 from me.