Monday Blues
It's monday again..
The weather has been lousy here, raining all day and weekend was spent reading through some printed sheets of poetry ( not mine of coure) and reading Victor hugo's les miserables..That was quite a challenge, cause it sure exposes the fact that my vocabulary of english words is very limited.
So ,ignoring words.. whose meanings i didnt understand. being too lazy to refer a dicitionary. I stumble on....
Seems, characters from books only exist in a writers world. Not in the real world.
Can someone like Jean Valjean, who has been wronged by society for the better part of his life, be able to forgive them?
Does a personality like Howard Roark, exist in the real world?
It seems the rains are here to stay. It used to rain during monsoons back at home. But here it pours. The roads all turn to small muddy streams.All the trees get painted with a fresh coat of green. It sure makes u think that with age, things which ones seemed wonderful , loses its charm.
The smell of the land when rains falls on parched land does not evoke the emotions that it once used to. Seems we live a mechanical existence, programmed into a loop..the same days everyday, the same people you meet everyday, the same chores...
The weather has been lousy here, raining all day and weekend was spent reading through some printed sheets of poetry ( not mine of coure) and reading Victor hugo's les miserables..That was quite a challenge, cause it sure exposes the fact that my vocabulary of english words is very limited.
So ,ignoring words.. whose meanings i didnt understand. being too lazy to refer a dicitionary. I stumble on....
Seems, characters from books only exist in a writers world. Not in the real world.
Can someone like Jean Valjean, who has been wronged by society for the better part of his life, be able to forgive them?
Does a personality like Howard Roark, exist in the real world?
It seems the rains are here to stay. It used to rain during monsoons back at home. But here it pours. The roads all turn to small muddy streams.All the trees get painted with a fresh coat of green. It sure makes u think that with age, things which ones seemed wonderful , loses its charm.
The smell of the land when rains falls on parched land does not evoke the emotions that it once used to. Seems we live a mechanical existence, programmed into a loop..the same days everyday, the same people you meet everyday, the same chores...
posted by Arun Nair at 6:02 AM
5 Comments:
Books and stories often reflect life and its reality. There are millions of Jean Valjeans around...hounded and persecuted by society for no fault of theirs. The surprising thing is that many of them do forgive. They are more than human...or should I say, more humane than most of us out here.
You're right when you say that life has become mechanical. I guess somewhere down the line, we've all made it mechanical. When French perfumes are preferred over the fresh smell of jasmines, when drives in air-conditioned cars are preferred over lazy walks down cowdung-splattered paths...grassy green with little tea-coloured puddles. We tend to become altered from humans to just consumers. And then, to maintain a particular lifestyle in this brutally competitive society, to live up to society's definition of success, we run like mad in this concrete jungle, racing, pushing, pulling....
Our senses get numbed...the smell of rain on parched earth fails to make our spirits restless....an isolation sets in and then, we're just another part of the system.
But there is a way out...there always is...
Take care, Arun.
Well said....But is there a way out...?
Yes, there is a way out. It isn't easy because as you know, to gain something, we must be prepared to lose...we have to break out of our shells of habit...are you willing to take the plunge?
I liked the poem you wrote for me.Thanks a lot.
There is no way out, not for us commoners...The rat race is there to stay and everybody will keep runnning till one can run no more. THen , one will spend the rest of the life rueing over the fact that they missed out..
"
Surrounded with the inanimate
More and more do we accumulate
"
The above line you wrote is so true..This hunger never gets satisfied.In this world,where how much you earn is more important than what sort of person you are.Surrounding oneself with material things,is the way of life..
But in your heart something keeps on gnawing and these material goods dont makes any difference.
The plunge you talked about not everyone can do it..Not everyone has the luxury to just think about themself.For me nirvana would be travelling through places..be a traveller for the rest of my life..Seems like such a childish.. dream.
But can i ever do it..No, as ..Not everyone has the luxury to live life thinking about themself.
Ones responsiblites pushes one back into the rat race.
Family responsibilities? But what about a mid-path?
No it's not a childish dream...it's my dream too..to backpack my way across the world.
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