One of the things that i appreciate about being a human being is the ability to tide over unfavorable conditions. We try to push dark, unhappy moments into the depth of our mind. While we glean happy, cheerful memories form amongst the lot. Afterall, these instances make us worth the life that we've been granted by providence.
A Fine Balance
Published by faber and faber, penguin
I read this book. Again. Probably for the fifth time. I'm not sure. A motivator in many ways, i was pulled into the folds of the book, this time too.
What struck or disheartened me the most is the manner in which the author ended the plot. Maneck returned home, after a long stint in Dubai. To attend his father's funeral. The father whom he had loved a lot. A mother waited for him.
He returns to see the country in flames. Sikhs were butchered. An aftermath of the assasination of Indira Gandhi.
He is dissapointed, that his parents sent him far-away to Dubai, though they never really wished to do so. He is upset that the aunty with whom he had stayed as a paying-guest, now had to to live off her brother's money. For the fact that the two tailors who had made his stay as a paying-guest beautiful, were reduced to begging. For his friend, Avinash, who was brutally murdered, in return for being a member of the Student-union at college.
Defeated, Maneck throws himself in front of a train. What about his mother who waited for that son who had promised to resign from the job at Dubai, and go back to her. She waited for her son to come back to the hills.
Are we so weak, that we fail to face sorrow? Don't we stand above all other beasts for this particular feature. That which makes us shrugg off melancholy. Inviting a fresh beginning, anticipating laughter filled days in our future. Waiting for warmth to envelope us again?
I still think, that our strength lies in we gaining knowledge from bygone, grim, memories. Enhancing our capacity to overcome similar ones with vigour, and finish this race with fulfillment.