No. Of Pages: 184 Pages
My Rating: 4/5
Life And Times Of Michael K is a novel by South African writer J.M. Coetzee. The book was extolled in 1983 when it bagged the title of the prestigious Man Booker Prize. Another Jewel was brought to the book when Coetzee was awarded The Nobel Prize in Literature in 2003.
As the novel opens we learn about the protagonist’s (Michael k) deformity of a hare lip. His mother doesn’t allow him to play with the other boys of the society because of his aberrancy. Thus, we learn about his solitude life since childhood. In order to support his mother financially, he starts working as a Gardener. A war riot breaks out in the city and Michael decides to quit his job in order to fulfill his mother’s wish of taking her to her birth place: Prince Albert. On the way of their hard and tough journey, she dies in a hospital at Stellenbosch. She ironically dies without seeing her birthplace. Rest of the novel is all about the descriptions of the remaining journey of Michael without his mother and about all the endeavors he uses to gain supremacy over his calamitous fortune.
This is a novel which will compel you to ruminate hard about the price of human life on earth. I enjoyed reading the same as the theme on which the novel was written was entirely new for me and I always extol innovation in my reading life. I recommend it as the story will hammer you heart and will let you conceptualize the darkside of life. I rate it 4/5.
Here is the original review from the book. Hope it helps.
“In a South Africa torn by civil war, Michael K sets out to take his mother back to her rural home. On the way there she dies, leaving him alone in an anarchic world of brutal roving armies. Imprisoned, Michael is unable to bear confinement and escapes, determined to live with dignity. Life and Times of Michael K goes to the center of human experience – the need for an interior, spiritual life, for some connections to the world in which we live, and for purity of vision.”
Author : Yann Martel
ISBN No : 9780857865533
No. Of Pages: 352
My Rating: 4/5
I had bought “Life Of Pi” way back in 2010 seeing that it has won the prestigious Man Booker Prize but the other books in my stock kept me swamped until I saw the movie posters of the same book which said, “One Boy, One Boat, One Tiger…” and it was that line and hype that compelled me give this book a priority.
“Life Of Pi” is a fable of a Tamil boy named ‘Pi”. His father owns a zoo in Pondicherry (India) but due to some happenstance their family decides to migrate to Canada. Many birds and animals of their zoo also travel with them on the same ship. During the voyage, a nocturnal hurricane gain supremacy over the ship and leave Pi as the only human survivor. He finds himself on a life boat with a hyena, a zebra (with one leg broken), a female Orang-utan and 450 Pound Bengal tiger named, Richard Parker. The rest of the pages of the book tells about the struggle and adventure, hunger and hope, loneliness and belief & defeat and determination. Pi, who explores the deep affairs of spirituality in his early age helps him in his exertion and endeavour.
I really loved the book as the book circumnavigates around elements like desire, belief, motivation, hope, expectation, determination, God, nature, invisible forces etc. Some people say that the ending was not good but according to my notion it was exquisite. I completed the book in 3 days. I rate it 4/5.
Some more Information about the book-The novel, which has sold over ten million copies worldwide was rejected by at least five London Publishing houses before being accepted by Knopf Canada, which published in September 2001. The UK edition won the Man Booker Prize the following year. It was also chosen for CBC Radio’s Canada Reads 2003 where it was championed by author Nancy Lee. The French translation was chosen in the French version of the contest, Le Combat Des Livres, where it was championed by Louise Forestier. The novel won 2003 the Man Booker Prize, a South African novel award. In 2004, it won the Asian/Pacific American award for literature in Best adult fiction for years 2001-2003. In 2012, it was adapted into a theatrical feature film directed by Anglee and Screen play by David Magee. (Source: Wikipedia)
Author: Paulo Coelho
No. Of Pages: 304 Pages
My Rating: 3.5/5
Eleven Minutes is the most contentious work by the Brazilian author Paulo Coelho. The story Circumnavigates around juvenile Brazilian girl, Maria who dwells with her parents in a remote hamlet. After a calamitous poignant episode in her life, she focuses her.
mind that she’ll never find a true mate in her life. Later in her life, she decides to explore the world and thus sojourn life in Switzerland. As a nightclub dancer she starts making earning money but ironically she starts running out of money after she gets fired from the bar. Initially told that she would be an actress she ends up is a profession of prostitution.
As a whore, she gains success. She masters her mind and body as how to gain supremacy over her clients. But one day her success is scrutinized by a painter with whom she falls in love. He explains Maria about the taboo relationship between love and sex through various examples. Here, I specially admire Paulo Coelho who embellished the story with a statement ie. “Sex is like a glass of overflowing wine. It means that sex is just an expression of overflowing feelings of love and gratitude for the other person. You are so full that you want to share with others and the most basic instrument for sharing these overwhelming feelings is your own body.” Another statement which I encountered while reading an interview of the author, “By accepting that sex is a physical manifestation of God, a love and that it is not a sin – its a blessing. And then by understanding that except for two things that I consider to be really sick – rape and pedophilia – You are free to be creative. Its up to you how you do it. Sex was always surrounded by taboos, and I don’t see it necessarily as a manifestation of evil. I think sexuality is the first and foremost the way that God chooses for us to be here on earth, to enjoy this energy of love in the physical plane.” (The latter statement, you won’t find in the book as I encountered it while reading an interview of the author.)
Eleven minutes is all about taboo topics such as love, sex, prostitution and masturbation. What all I can say is that the book is an honest endeavour by the author. It is a book that will compel you to ruminate deep about these taboo cum sensitive topics. The only thing which I didn’t like was that it was over stretched, could have been some pages less but don’t worry you’ll enjoy, if you love reading.
Published in 2003 by Brazilian author Paulo Coelho the book gives many ways through which sex can be perceived. The book was originally published in Portuguese and was extolled highly by the world public. My edition had 275 pages and it took me 8 days to complete the work. I too praise it thus rate it 4/5.
I hope you enjoyed reading the recapitulation of Eleven Minutes. Moreover, below, I have also wrote the summary of the same, which was printed on the original book. Hope it helps. Take care. Lots Of love.
“Eleven Minutes tells the story of Maria, a young girl from a Brazilian village, whose first innocent brushes with love leave her heart-broken. At a tender age, she becomes convinced that she will never find true love, instead believing that ‘Love is a terrible thing that will make you suffer…’ A chance meeting in Rio takes her to Geneva, where she dreams of finding fame and fortune yet ends up working as a prostitute. In Geneva, Maria drifts further and further away from love while at the same time developing a fascination with sex. Eventually, Maria’s despairing view of love is put to the test when she meets a handsome young painter. In the odyssey of self discovery, Maria has to choose between pursuing a path of darkness, sexual pleasure for its own sake, or risking everything to find her own “inner light” and the possibility of sacred sex, sex in context of love. In this gripping and daring novel, Paulo Coelho sensitively explores the sacred nature of sex and love and invites us to confront our own prejudice and demons and embrace our own inner light.”
My comprehending tendency capitulated when I witnessed the celebrating stance of Indian clientele after Mohammed Ajmal Amir Kasab was pendulously annihilated on 21 November, 2012. Ajmal Kasab (25) was the lone hypercritic who was apprehend alive by Indian police in 2008 for Mumbai assault in India. His only atrocious malfeasance, according to me was; he committed that illegality unconsciously. Yes, indeed unconsciously. He was castigated by the entire humanity which stupefied me but I really felt for him. As every minuscule tiny little flesh, he too was reproduced angelic but ironically among Lucifers, which mutilated him. He was brainwashed and trained to slaughter in the name of God. He died the same day when Lashkar-e Taiba Islamist group came as dark clouds in his life. Unaware of all the ramifications, he became the victim of their wretched and abominable teachings. No one taught him the indispensable Religion ie. Humanity. And thus, he committed illegality unconsciously and NOT deliberately. The indubitable time to rejoice will be when people will cease killing in the name of God Or Religion Or Jihad. Coming 21st will mark his 2nd death anniversary, have we allowed metamorphosis of our psyche or tendency ?
Author: Ruth Prawer Jhabwala
ISBN No.: 9780349000138
No. Of Pages: 181 Pages.
My Rating: 4/5.
Heat and Dust is one of the best attempts of Ruth Prawer Jhabvala at English Literature. The content of the story is very limited but compellingly, two stories shows parallelism in the entire book. The story’s inception is when Olivia, newly married to Douglas, who is describes as a civil servant abscond England for India in 1923. Olivia there comes in contact with the Nawab at a dinner party and later she elopes with the Indian Prince ie. Nawab. Douglas gets married to Tessie and they become the grandparents of the first-person narrator in the story. Fifty years later, the narrator decides to land India to solve the puzzlement of Oliva’s elopement. Ruth Prawer Jhabvala wrote two stories simultaneously with splendid akiness between them though the time of both stories are different.
Rest of the book is fine and yes, I won’t expose the thrill by writing more. All I’ll do is provide you some more detail of the book so you can develop an inclination towards it. The summary of the story which the original book has: “to a civil servant, outrages society in the tiny, suffocating town of Satipur by eloping with an Indian Prince. Fifty years later, her step granddaughter goes back to the heat, the dust and the squalor of the bazaars to solve the enigma of Olivia’s scandal.”
Promulgated in 1975, the book won the prestigious Man Booker Prize in the very same year. The story in so intriguing that a drama film has been made with the screen play by the author herself. I completed the book in two days and both the story and narration is the Jewel of this book. Later, I came to know that the author is the only person in the world who has won an oscar and a Booker Prize. So, what an intellectual personality she was. I don’t think anybody reading this would like to dodge reading Heat and dust.
Author: Paulo Coelho
ISBN No.: 9788172235406
No. Of Pages: 245 Pages
My Rating: 2.5/5
After reading The Alchemist and Eleven Minutes I developed an inclination towards Paulo Coelho’s cognitive speculation. The novel is very incommensurable from his other works. Paulo Coelho has himself revealed his utterance in the Author’s note at the cessation of the book: “Anyone who has read The Valkyries, will know that this book is very different from The Pilgrimage, The Alchemist and Brida”. And yes, Indeed it is indubitable.
The story mark the inception in 1988 when Paulo Coelho’s Master, J., gives him a task to “break the curse” by speaking with his angles. To triumph the mission he with his wife, Christina begin their journey of self discovery in the dangerous Mojave desert. The whole novel revolves in the vicinity of searching the networks of interacting with the Angles. Before making up my mind to read this one, I anatomized the recapitulations and the eye catching word, “Angles” caught my attention. Finally I placed the order of The Valkyries to fulfill my contentment.
The book started well but later I relinquished comprehending the central point of the story. It said that “Why do we destroy the things we love the most”. It became a dragging kind of thing for me to maintain my lingerness in the book. I was clueless, I had no notion, I could not generate the hypothesis about the author and his spouse’s sojourn in the vast desert. Still I kept my enthusiasm high and made the termination of the book in greed that I may encounter something stimulating the could increase the synaptic transmission in my brain.
But Yes, the thing which I consider worth extolling in the book is the magical lines and quotes akin to the quotes in The Alchemist and Eleven Minutes. Some of them are:
1. Angles remove the seals placed on prohibited books, and they sound the trumpets on the day of the Final Judgement. They bring light, as Michael did, or darkness, as Lucifer did.
2. We begin to create a kind of film in which we are the main character, and we are certain that someone is observing our actions . But then, as we grow older, we begin to think that such things are ridiculous. We think of it as having been just a child fantasy of being a movie actor. We forget that, at those moments in which we are presenting ourselves before an invisible audience, the sensation of being observed was very strong.
3. In order to penetrate the invisible world and develop your powers, you have to live in the present, the here and now. In order to live in the present, you have to control your second mind. And look at the horizon.
4. Human being my forget their origin, but nature, never.
5. I want to tell you a story my father told me, he said. A master and his disciple were walking together in the desert. The master was teaching his charge that he could always trust in God, since he was aware of everything. Night fell and they decided to pitch camp. The master raised the tent, and the disciple was given the assignment of tethering the horses to a rock. But, as he stood by the rock, he thought to himself: The master is testing me. He said that God is aware of everything, and then asked me to tie up the horse. He wants to see whether or not I believe in God. Instead of tethering the animals, he said a long prayer, and left the fate of the horse in God’s hands. Next day when they awoke, the horses were gone. Disappointed, the disciple complained to the master, saying that he no longer believed in him, since God had not taken care of everything, and had forgotten to watch over the horses. You are wrong, the master answered. God wanted to take care of the horses, But in order to do so, he needed to make use of your hands to tether them to the stone.
6. That’s what infatuation is: the creation of an image of someone, with out advising that someone as to what the image is.
7. Don’t fight your thoughts. They are stronger than you are, Paulo said for the thousandth time. If you want to rid yourself from them , accept them. Think about what they want you to think about until they grow old.
8. Men had risked their lives in war for Gold and women.
9. Someone once said that the Earth produces enough to satisfy needs, but not enough to satisfy greed.
10. The desert had its laws, and killed those who did not respect them
11. Faith is a difficult conquest, and it requires daily combat in order to be maintained.
12. Channeling has generally been considered a superficial practice. Nothing of the kind! Since the beginning of the humanity, people have know that, if they wanted to enter into contact with God, they had to make room in their soul. They had to allow their spiritual energy to manifest itself, and to create a bridge between the visible and the invisible. How can one create such a bridge? Various mystical processes address the importance of “not being”. Relax, allow the mind to become empty, and surprise yourself with the great treasure that begins to follow from your soul. The word inspirations means exactly that: the bringing in of air, allowing oneself to drink from an unknown source. Channeling required no loss of awareness during the contacts with the spirits; it was a more natural process for a person to use in order to plunge into the unknown. It allowed for contact with the Holy Spirit, with the soul of the world, with the enlightened masters. No ritual was needed, no incorporation, nothing. Every human being knew, subconsciously, that there was a bridge available to the invisible, a bridge one could cross without fear.
Before terminating, I would like to present the summary which the original book have:
This is a modern-day adventure story featuring Paulo’s supernatural encounter with angels – who appear as warrior women and travel through the Mojave desert on their motorbikes. Haunted by a devastating curse, Paulo is instructed by his mysterious spiritual master to embark upon a journey – to find and speak to his guardian angel in an attempt to confront and overcome his dark past. The Valkyries is a compelling account of this forty day quest into the searing heat of the Mojave Desert, where Paulo and his wife, Chris, encounter the Valkyries – warrior women who travel the desert on motorcycles, spreading the word of angels. This exotic spiritual odyssey is a rare combination of truth, myth, imagination and inspiration. Ultimately it is a story about being able to forgive our past and believe in our future.
Author: R.K Narayan
ISBN No: 9788185986012
No. Of Pages: 166
My Rating: 4/5
The bachelor of arts written by R.K Narayan, is a story which traverse the transmutation of an adolescent psyche into manhood. The novel opens when Chandran is in final year at college pursuing B.A. Maelstrom life, half planned is before him. He maintains a very ecstatic and cinch life with his creators_ younger brother; educators; friends and acquaintances like a typical Indian boy. In the starting pages of the book, the debate of ‘whether historians have to be slaughtered first’ is fantastically presented. Convincingly, progressing into difficult situations which every student faces he gets his graduate degree, B.A (History).
After graduation- whether to continue studies or not, you must go for civil services or what you’ll do next?, these types of question arises in his life. His life takes a sharp turn when he sees the captivating smile and alluring looks of a girl (Malathi) in fleeting green colour saree on the river bank and from that day (i dare not say from that day, its the matter of love :D) i must say, from that particular moment he turns exile from Malgudi (an imaginary town in South India where Chandran dwell), family, friends and from life itself. Unaware of the ramifications, he tries to develop optical communication with her, tries to gather more information about her and constantly ponders about her at home.(If you are in love, you will comprehend it better :D). It was a herculean task for him to inform his parents about his romance. Finally, one day he summon up the determination and explain his father about his future plan of marrying Malathi. They (Chandran’s parents) try to accomplish their son’s wish but due to superstitious belief of horoscope not matching he comes to know that he is a manglik, a condition in which a manglik can only marry a manglik and if not, the non manglik will die.His susceptibilities are badly hurt when the girl’s parents refuses to make him their son -in-law. After the damp squib, he gets completely tarumatic and marriage of Malathi to some other person adds fuel to fire.
He runs to Madras where at the railway station he slips away the ambiguity from his cousin’s eyes who was there to receive him.Frustrated by the traumatic experience he embarks on a journey as a sanyasi where some rural people misunderstand him as a noble sage as he was dressed up like a typical sanyasi in apricot dhoti with a shaven head. He becomes vagabond, from hamlet to hamlet and village to village. He experience the kaleidoscopic stance of life. And after squandering about eight months, thinking about his parents and other positive factors he returns home. His parents were amazed and worried to see their son so transformed. Even after returning, images and memories of Malathi haunts him for a long time.Then he tries to pace up with life and with the sand of time getting thicker day by day gets an edge to it. He starts up with a business of Newspaper and emerge as a successful entrepreneur. At this particular point of time in the story, Narayan has embellished the story with a wonderful incident between father and son. Afterwards, his father comes to him with a proposal of marrying another girl, Sushila. He initially refuses but later decides to see the girl and when he goes to see the girl he finally fall in love with her.
Promulgated in 1937, the 166 pages novel gives a glimpse of the period of post independence India. I completed it within 5 days, and I must tell you that if you are leafing through the pages of books written by R.K Narayan then get ready to swim in the ocean of vocabulary. I love the book as it takes and informs us about the stunning realities of life and what it takes to erase the memories of the person you loved. Moreover it also tells that love sharpens the wits of a person(especially of boys :D)extraordinarily. I rate it 4/5. The last thing which i would like to share, when I completed the book the very first thought which penetrated in my mind was, “If in three words I were to sum up everything I have learned about life,”IT GOES ON”.
Author: Varun Agarwal
ISBN : 9788129119797
No. Of Pages: 256 Pages.
My Rating: 0/5.
I bought the book prior corroborating the reviews and in order to luxuriate the hilarious ingredients of the author’s bid. The title on the top of the book finally inclined me to capitulate on hold of my purse strings. But ironical to my serendipity, all my toil squandered as I stroked the inception of the book. In the initial pages of the book, the author openly proclaimed not to have much positive probability with his book and yes that was there I got miscomprehend and finally got lapsed. Here are ten Reason as why NOT to read “How I barved Anu aunty and Co-founded A Million Dollar Company” by Varun Agarwal.
1. I was zenithly expecting it to a inspirational story but the author has narrated himself as a highly lethargic personality who keeps on consuming liquor and abusing is high in his stance.
2. The paucity of grip which the author has over English.
3. Poor Vocabulary.
4. Every Tom, Dick and Harry has a story akin like him but that does not mean you start writing a book 🙂
5. In the story, all the gossips and confabulation between the author and his friends are superfluously wretched.
6. While leafing the pages of the book you’ll fell as if reading a 4th grade lad school book, which I ruminate, is turpitude.
7. People say , it is a motivational entrepreneurship fable but I say, If we have biographies of people like Steve Jobs than why read Varun Agarwal.
8. This book is all about squandering money, energy and precious time.
9. Wretched Story.
10. Lastly, the narration is entwining, ie. the story is highly overstretching which generates lackadaisical ambiance in the reader’s mind.
I never recommend such crap work and thus rate it 0/5.
The Galaxy Cinema hall was quite famous when it was established and inaugurated in Mansarovar area of the Jaipur district. The Galaxy Cinema hall was embellished with two screens, resplendent edifice and zillions of other hi-fi things. Ironical to the fate of its owner, innovativeness by the other entrepreneurs extirpated it to a humongous extent for, they compelled their competitor to hold the purse strings on the augmentation of the cinema hall. Other monstrous investors came with gargantuan capital and within two years many other more resplendent edifices were constructed with the title, “Cinema Hall” in the mind of “The Common Man”. Repercussions were certain. The Galaxy hall was taken over by The Reliance Industries Ltd. But the change in ownership did not mean the competition vanished.
The estimate of admissions were pauperized. Many other schemes were also innovated, out of which a new show timing was the gargantuan of all. A morning 10:00 AM show was started to magnetizely intrigue the general plebeian. I look back well the movie poster was of “1920: The Evil Returns”. The morning price of the ticket and eagerness to ambiance some horror made us roll in the vicinity of the ticket counter. I saw many children dressed up in their school uniform who were there for the same reason, probably they came bunking their respective schools. I was not astonished when I witnessed the madding crowd and formulate my psyche and my body to fell some heat and exertion. A fat man who serendipitously got his ticket was not happy and when he passed near by me, I inquired about his abominable stance. To my precipitousness , he said, “Chu*** ho gae hai salley bahen k lo**….bol te hai ki ticket k sath 60 Rs. ka popcorn+ Pepsi ka combo lena jaruri hai!!”
“To tum ne kya kiya?”, I asked.
“Le na pada yaar, kya karta? Subhe Subhe dimak kharab kar diya Mada* Chood** ne” was his rejoinder.
My friend who was in other line to bag the ticket asked me what to do. I calculated that a 50 Rs. ticket will merge into 110 Rs. And moreover we had only accurate currency to get infront of the big screen. I knew I have to do something, something BIG and unique and infact daring. I saw all most everyone resisting when their turn came to pay the money and own the ticket against the combo pack.
“The person who is sitting inside and distributing the ticket is firm and rigid”, I thought.
“What you’ll do now?”, I asked myself.
And finally, my turn came. Like others I also resisted against the Combo pack. But the ticket distributor showed his anger and firmness. A prompt idea penetrated my mind.
I said boldly, “Today is my fast and I cannot have popcorn and moreover I don’t eat outside food when I fast in the name of Lord Hanuman.
The person behind me was even more blunt. He intelligently said,”Yes, today is Tuesday and today is my fast and I cannot eat popcorn and drink cold drink.”
But the distributor did not move and said, “you have to”
I said, “I can’t”.
While I was squabbling with him, I didn’t knew that my excuse was gaining popularity among the crowd. A group of 3-4 people came forward and protested against the management. They too gave the same reason against the combo. The ticket distributor left his chair to call some higher authority. The group of 3-4 person extolled me for my excuse.
Then the ticket distributor came with a higher authority. The crowd screeched to its zenith yielding cacophony in the ambiance and one of them gave a bang with his palm on the ticket counter limpid glass. Security help was called by the person who was named in my mind as “a higher authority person with more supremacy”
The crowd was gaining lustiness physique and vigor and thus the higher authority person asked the crowd to keep calm. He asked any one from the crowd to speak. I started but my voice could not gain supremacy and was zilch when compared with the crowd. The he shouted and asked any one of the crowd to enter the ticket counter in order to make a conclusion. The whole crowd gazed at me and thus unproclaimed I became their leader. One of them said,”Bhai sahab aap jao”.
I, as a leader, holding the responsibility of the entire crowd on my shoulder entered in. He inquired about the demand of the crowd. I told the reason as why the crowd is against the combo pack. He asked, ” all of them are having fast today?”
I said.” I don’t know about entire crowd but I and many among us are fasting today. Please cancel the scheme of the combo pack”.
The man said, “Well, we don’t have any other option then”.
I happily said,”Yes, you don’t”
He instructed to the ticked distributor to only distribute the ticked and not the combo 🙂
I egressed and disseminated the intoxicated verdict to the crowded public who were packed like sardines!! They extolled my dextrous heroism through their cacophonic sounds and then got engaged in their business. I too collected the tickets for my friends with whom I came to luxuriate the movie. Even they felicitated me and extolled me for, I saved their 60 Rs. We all rushed towards the big screen and on the way to the screen, a group of boys again thanked me.
This was how I became an unproclaimed leader. Hope you enjoyed reading.
Lots Of lOve
Regards, Harshit Chauhan
My Histopathology/ Cytology report said :
Name : Harshit Chauhan
Age: 21 Years
Referred by: Dr. Nandini Sahani
OPD No. 12076131
Accession No.: 71650/12
Registration date: 22/09/2012
Report Date: 25/09/2012
Specimen: CYST- BACK
Gross: The specimen consists of cyst measures 0.5 cms. On cutting filled with pultaceous material. Entire pieces taken for embedding in 1 cassette.
Microscopic: Biopsy reveals a cystic lesion by stratified squamous epithelium. The lumen is full of keratinous material. The surroundings tissue shows inflammatory reaction.
Impression: Epidermoid Cyst.
*** End of Report***
There was nothing terrifying about the above report, Doctors declared it ‘Normal’. But before this report was developed, I underwent a minor surgery at Santokba Durlabhji Memorial Hospital, Jaipur. It was a painless experience and is worth narrating too. I complained of a minuscule wart near my neck, behind my shoulders and for the same a operation was conducted on September 22 2012 after anatomizing by Dr. Nandini Sahani on September 18 2012. I woke up in the morning and saw a text on my cell from one of my bosom pal, Dinesh Lalwani.
It said, “don’t worry it is just a minor one and you’ll surely cope up and if you want me to come with you to the hospital, do tell me before 6;30 AM, I’ll accompany you and take leave from college”
I was engulfed and replied, “No, you follow your regular routine and thankx for your love & concern”.
I was instructed not to have any kind of food before the operation but was allowed to have tea before surgery. On that day I followed my regular morning routine of paying my respect and offerings at the temple but on that day, I did special prayer to God to bless my surgery with success. I came home with a religious mark on my head and sat on facebook to upload a status, which then said:
“Harshit Chauhan, will be facing a minor operation today 😦 Hoping to pace up with life soon after the surgery :)”
We (my parents and I), egressed our home for the hospital at 0900 hours. After making a payment of about 3500 Indian Rupees, a compounder took us to the operation theater. Soon my name was called and I entered in. A nurse gave me dark green operation clothes and advised me to wear them. I did as instructed. I went in an isolated room and it was really a damn difficult task to cope up. Somehow I managed to wear and then the same nurse gave me a cap akin to a shower cap which she herself put on my head. I was instructed to wait. Sitting in a unique dark green colour outfit with shower cap on 🙂 , it was really a different kind of feeling which I never experienced before.
“Are you going to fight a fancy dress competition, they have made you dressed like a Doctor or I feel, like a compounder 🙂 ? “, a thought penetrated my mind.
Soon I was called in. I saw operation theater the very first time in my life and it was a damn tidy dangerous site. BIG machines surrounding one bed. I was made comfortable and they adjusted me on the bed according to their convenience. They together were three members and when Dr. Nandini came in, their total touched 4. One of them tied a cloth strip on my eyes and after that I observed zilch.
“Is it going to be that dangerous and painful “, my psyche commented to me, personally.
Then they took one of my finger of my right hand and attached it with something for which I asked, “for what it is?”, they didn’t answer. I asked them to remove the strip of cloth tied on my eyes, they resisted 😦 Then came the big enchilada, Dr. Nandini. She asked how I was feeling and advised me to relax. I asked, “will I suffer any pain…you’ll be using anaesthesia, I guess. They all bursted into laughter.
“Just relax, we do not aim to give you unnecessary pain or trouble”, a female voice dominated.
“You people will use anaesthesia, please make a mental note of it and if you don’t have it then please let me go, I’m in no mood to undergo any surgery”, I showed my concern very seriously.
They all guffawed radiantly 🙂
To my relaxation, Dr. Nandini said, “We don’t perform any surgery without anesthesia in this operation theater”.)
I was relaxed to my core 🙂
Immediately one of them said, “We are now going to operate you.”
“What about Anesthesia ?”, I commanded in a tone of phobia.
We are giving you the same, Just relax.
“We are beginning with an anesthesia injection, I’m now applying the injection on your shoulder.” one of them said.
I felt the pain as well as a feeling which reminded me of presence of some sharp foreign material in my shoulder. Deep in my mind I also started with the Holy words of Hanuman Chalisa:
Jai Hanuman Gyaan Gun Sagar,
Jai Kapis Tinhu Log Ujyaggar…..
They were busy operating me and I kept worrying about the pain but I was not experiencing it. Magic…No, it was not. I knew anaesthesia is doing the job for me. Blood was pouring out of my body, I could not see but was experiencing the flow on my shoulder. They kept swiping my shoulder for, the blood was pouring out. I knew it was blood but in order to verify it, I started breathing hard so I could smell the same and prove my sensing capability to be good. It all took about 20 Minutes. The part which they operated was bandaged and I was advised to slowly get up. The compounder removed the strip from my eyes and I saw all Doctors smiling at me. I smiled backed too.
One of them said,”You speak too much”. 🙂
Dr. Nandini Sahani showed me the root cause for which I was there in the operation theater. She showed me the extra part or wart which they operated out of my body. The minuscule wart, about 0.5 cms was floating in the transparent liquid material.
“Now I have finally got rid of you”, I said looking at the wart.
They all again bursted into laughter. I egressed the theater by thanking the Doctor and their team and was greeted by my mother who showed her love and concern by hugging me. I was instructed not to apply water to that part and was advised to take rest and again come back for a check up after one week.
“When you really want something, the whole universe conspires in helping you achieve it”
The whole fable circumnavigate in the vicinity of the above adduce.”The Alchemist” is an audacious and cogitative story (written as fable) of Santiago, an Andalusian shepherd boy,who like all of us, is in search for his destiny. Unaware of all the contingencies he takes the risk and travel in search of a treasure from his home in Spain to the alien markets of Tangiers and then into the Egyptian desert, where a fortunate encounter with the alchemist awaits him. Paulo Coelho has embellished the story with many provoking thoughts through minuscule incidents which Santiago encounters in his struggle. The book also lay emphasis on many variables such as positive invisible forces, wisdom of listening to our heart, dreams as languages of God, nocturnal cold, elixir of life, central role of every individual in history of earth, beauty as the greatest seducer of men etc.
Published in 67 different languages, highly extolled by the critics, the book was originally written in Portuguese in the year 1988 and has now sold 65 million copies!!! The alchemist has made it to the bestsellers list in 74 countries and thereby has attained the status of modern classic. What else you want? A book with such a brilliant record. I strongly recommend this book specially for people seeking their path in life. I completed the book in 3 days time, a cinch book, about 160 pages, with very less difficult words. The most notable feature of the book despite of OK type vocabulary was that it is highly inspirational and increases the motivation level from nadir to zenith, of the reader. Some sentences in the book will compel you to think how to go beyond the rock walls of perceptions, prejudice and conditioning to achieve splendid success and your true heart’s desire.