Have been reading a lot into Russian literature and over time have come to conclusion that no one can romaticise the way they do , it’s a weird feeling , its something like what my friend said that , they depict the ugly side of humans that no one would like to listen .
Have been thinking now days , what if all these dark characters were actually the authors themselves … I mean the character in crime and punishment and his feelings were so well portrayed that it could only be written by someone who actually went thorugh it. The dark side was so deep , was so conflicting that even writing such thing could be devastating for the person unless you had seen it………..
Gorky, the way he discusses his poverty and then discusses the mad person who was poor and still believed in truth in his work “mother”. Its like he discussing his life Its funny that though all his characters were saddled by life yet there was some rays , I have no idea from these characters were deriving that energy or life…………..
The recent entry being , Lev Tolstoy , his work ‘ resurrection” the protagonist , the trauma he goes through , the whole fight within , what if the author too had seen this …. Could it really be possible, that it was just a piece of work, literature ……………..
Ppl say that we can differentiate the author and his work , I sometimes find it difficult to believe it. Maybe I am immature and I read too much into the lines , but these feelings or the different shades are so captivating that its difficult for me to understand that it can be just a fiction .
That this story was never repeated before, it never happened with anyone …………………
I sometimes feel like an author and I feel like penning down thoughts, thoughts that might b too dangerous to leash out, but something that I want the world to know.
Ill write a story and give my feelings a sketch and that sketch would be my protagonists ………
Did these Russian chaps feel the same , who knows..
4/29/10
is there anything which is actually ours !
Human beings are always trying to find a purpose for their lives. It can be a meaning, a journey or a cause. It helps in giving a better definition for their lives. This purpose is always a parameter to measure one’s live. Some people live by it, some people live for it. But most of the times these purposes are fake. People dnt realize it until they realize that its not the goal but the means of the journey that matters, one more sham that adds up on our list of thinking.
I have always been fascinated by the cause driven fights. Let it be the fundamental rights or any other violation. Have always tried to embrace these rights as a means to fulfill my destiny. But deep within have always had this question, how far will I go and do these causes mean anything to me other than just being the means.
For some its not the cause, cos the cause is based on their lives. It becomes cause for people like us, who are searching this earth for the purpose. I was inspired by this movie “ life of David gale’ to think about this whole conflict between the cause and the extent to which one will go to achieve it . There is this line in the movie where he discusses about how whole life we humans try avoiding the death, and finally we no more feel like avoiding it . He died for a cause, or make it they died for a cause. This very aspect of being mortal for a cause, gives the cause an immortal status where we humans are just a part of the universe plan. Scary to think , that our existence of not much of an importance, but I guess a lot more liberating . If the cause is the ultimate reason for a survival , how many of us are able to define this cause. Rand would have happily dismissed the humans who lived without a cause, but very few actually get to see the design for a cause. Very few fight their cause, most of us are just fighting for someone else’s cause. They can not be blamed, it said that one needs to feel it in order to understand the cause and the destiny chooses very few for this plan .
Most of us , just keep flying and land wherever we feel at home ,
Very few , make that haven for others to land.
Call it destiny or call it life.
I have always been fascinated by the cause driven fights. Let it be the fundamental rights or any other violation. Have always tried to embrace these rights as a means to fulfill my destiny. But deep within have always had this question, how far will I go and do these causes mean anything to me other than just being the means.
For some its not the cause, cos the cause is based on their lives. It becomes cause for people like us, who are searching this earth for the purpose. I was inspired by this movie “ life of David gale’ to think about this whole conflict between the cause and the extent to which one will go to achieve it . There is this line in the movie where he discusses about how whole life we humans try avoiding the death, and finally we no more feel like avoiding it . He died for a cause, or make it they died for a cause. This very aspect of being mortal for a cause, gives the cause an immortal status where we humans are just a part of the universe plan. Scary to think , that our existence of not much of an importance, but I guess a lot more liberating . If the cause is the ultimate reason for a survival , how many of us are able to define this cause. Rand would have happily dismissed the humans who lived without a cause, but very few actually get to see the design for a cause. Very few fight their cause, most of us are just fighting for someone else’s cause. They can not be blamed, it said that one needs to feel it in order to understand the cause and the destiny chooses very few for this plan .
Most of us , just keep flying and land wherever we feel at home ,
Very few , make that haven for others to land.
Call it destiny or call it life.
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