Thursday, July 30, 2015

The two men..

I felt a strange sense of pain in my heart when I heard about Yakub Menon's execution in Nagpur jail.I even wept.Just the other day  another man ,a great muslim died,I was at peace.
I wondered why?
There is a process of restoration ,a full circle  when circle of every being's life rounds up.
When president Abdul Kalam died there was an out-pouring of grief and response all over the net but there was certain amount of rounding up of his life -he had in the worldly sense lead a thoughtful life and had spent his life living intelligently ,there was a sense of having completed a journey well.
In Memon's case everything about the episode reeks of opening new festering wounds in the lives of so many more,his family for one I guess will never heal.
However did India have a choice ?I really do not know.I am not sure what the families of the victims of the 1993 bomb-blast feel .Do they have it in them to forgive,or have they moved on in life.
I wonder if a terrorist thinks about other people's families and the lives that are going to be lost when they plan out such events.
Looking at the trend that the world in general seems to be moving towards where people are killing others in the name of everything but a logical sense of brotherhood of men again I am not sure what to conclude.
India has always been an easy target for everyone because we are as a nation, a tolerant country.
With greatest apologies to all the people who are going to carry this pain in their hearts for a lifetime I realise India did not have much of a choice.
I wept for Menon and his family and loved ones but India cannot afford too many 1993's.
May we learn,may we heal,may we build ,and may we learn to love our country and our fellow brethren,may we learn to try and put on the other person's shoe ,I say try because it seldom is a perfect fit.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Reading Nicholas Spark.

I never thouoght I would read Nicholas Spark.I thought it was too sloppy for my taste.However in the world of hundred and one paperbacks hitting the stand everyday ,I found myself picking it out from the bookshops.
I bought a read from the railway station.The bookseller pushed numerous paperbacks which I promptly rejected but held on to 'A walk to remember'.New York times had written a good review on it.
The book is glowing in it's altruistic intonation.The storyline revolves around a congressman's son and a bible carrying,straight-jacket preacher's daughter.The story is written from the boy's point of view and is a story about a growing love that ends albeit tragically but has  a bittersweet end to it.
'The best of me ' was another movie I saw written by Nicholas Spark.This is the fourth work of Nicholas Spark I have been through,the other two being 'The Notebook' which is supposed to be iconic and a movie ,I forget the name of ,but remember the story.It is about a reconcilliation between an estranged father ,his wife and kids even as the father suffers from a terminal illness.
I am frankly running out of books to read.I as always reflect as to why I am reading what I am reading.
In a world where everyone is making hundred and one choices which reflect in the way they present their art and every body gobbles it up without a second thought ,in these times of shifting values in the sands of time I guess these books echoe a part of us that wants to hold on to all that is good,all that is precious and all that matters in this confused world of ours .Perhaps my tears are for all that isn't , or for all that should be but it takes me very close to the times in my childhood when my mother used to tell us stories with biblical intonation and I used to shed 'big drops of tears 'even as I listened to her.