Tag: Writing

A “Quote-worthy” journey

It is almost the end of a glorious year. 2016 is ending. I say ‘glorious’ not because it was fantastically awesome for me, but because it made me rediscover reading. A long lost hobby and craziness of mine,which had slipped into a coma the moment I had given my allegiance to the world redefining rat race that the mankind is proudly a part of.

This post is a collection of my favorite quotes which I had stumbled upon during these 12 months, along with a snippet of explanation to it.

“That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.”
Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake   

This quote by Jhumpa Lahiri is simple yet profound. She is one of my favorite authors, whose style of narration, I find, is gripping and beautiful. It is not too much yet not too little. It is just the perfect amount that would need to relive the scene in the exact same way she had hoped for.

These lines, coming from her, made a lot of sense. I still remember reading one of her works, Lowland, and visualising each and every scene in it. The riot filled parts of Bengal, the romance between the protagonists, the love, the despair etc that filled the pages and the story. That was one effective piece of writing that took me to Bengal and made me be a part of the plot.

“human memory is short, and history always repeats itself.”
Devdutt Pattanaik, Jaya: An Illustrated Retelling of the Mahabharata

These lines are by Devdutt Pattanaik, who I respect for his opinions and take on age old topic of Mythology. I loved the way he retold something as massive as the Mahabharata and the Ramayana without having to pepper it with spice that sells.

The above lines convey a blunt truth, no matter how much we continue to deny it. We, as human beings, have exhibited this trait time and again and this is what is being seen in our political, economical and social scenario these days.

“Don’t take life too seriously. Punch it in the face when it needs a good hit. Laugh at it.”
Colleen Hoover, Slammed

Now, I have no idea who this author is or what her works are, but this quote from her will definitely stay on for long with me.

I love the way this quote is aired. It has an air of nonchalance and casualness with it which gives us that rare confidence- you know,the one which we get, with a smile on our face?? That type. It is not too preachy. It does not have a false, blingy coat of sugar/honey in it to give us that fake confidence and assurance that all is well with the world. I love it for its plainness.

Well, I can go on, but let me restrict myself to these three for now, lest it gets too long for a quick read.

There will always be a few lines, which will stay on with us, long after we are done with the book. I wish I am able to write at least one such line during my lifetime, then will I consider myself to be successful.

 

The Lost Innocence

And she hid herself behind the first object she could lay her hands on. It was the mirror that was hanging on the wall. She fervently hoped that she would be safe from the raining blows that was coming her way. She knew that pain. She knew that torment. She knew all that too well.

She was scared. For the first time in her life, she was scared. She had always had a soft spot for that man in her heart. She had always known that she was his sweet little princess. She had believed that he would never hurt her, ever. Not even when he kept beating her mommy. She always had trusted him to be innocent and naive, for he was the one who held her first, when she was born. It was him who brought her candies every other day. He had fulfilled each of her wishes. She still remembered the tight grip by which he held her hand while crossing the road. All of it ran through her mind’s eye, like a movie clip.

Things were not fine these days. She knew her mommy and daddy were fighting everyday. But she had thought it was out of love, because everytime she had asked him why he yelled at mommy, he had told her,” Darling, it is because I love mommy very much”. She had trusted him. His words.

Today it was the same old story. She had grown used to this scene of late. She had confined herself to her own world amidst all the commotion. Her world was that happy one, with her beloved daddy. Candies and happiness, smiles and funny faces, hugs and kisses filled her world. Today was just like any other day, she aloof and away, until..

“Daddy burst into the room and caught mommy by her hair. I have not seen him so much angry. May be it is because of me. Have I been a bad girl to him? Did I do something naughty that caused him trouble”? her thoughts ran wild.

In a split second, from between the gap in the curtains, she saw him staring at her. She thought his anger would fade away the instant he saw her face. That was what he had always told her. She gaped at him back with her scared, big, brown eyes. What she saw back scarred her for life.

All she could remember was he coming on to her, seething with rage. All she could do was to hide herself behind the mirror with an innocent whimper. All she could hope was that this would guard her from his fury.

She was scarred. For life. That moment defined her future for her. That moment showed the path on which she must walk.

She is now a social activist, fighting and pledging her life for abandoned and abused children. She is determined to not let any child face a trauma like she had. She cares for their innocence and well-being. Children are our future, is what she says.

When asked about her childhood, all she can remember is this incident. Her terrified life and childhood, much like the dark and deep woods as seen in the reflection.

“This Post has been submitted as my entry to Opening Line Writing Challenge by Ranvijai Ravi on Midnight Writing.”