As I bide my time, trying to rest my knee, I’m trying to catch up on things I usually dream about. Like reading a novel endlessly, without any interruptions of cooking or poo-poos, etc etc. Like watching the movies on Romedy Now, whatever catches my fancy.
So, that’s exactly what I have been doing. And frankly, they aren’t as much fun as they are when I’m busy with the routine. The little stealing-out-time episodes are what made my journey of a book, even more memorable 😛 🙂 But, nonetheless, these are memorable too.
I read ‘Gora’ by Rabindranath Tagore. It is not a book I would usually pick from the book-stall, just because its synopsis is too much of sociology than a spicy plot. It was gifted to Tarun by his Bengali English teacher. So, there it stood, in my library. Hence, now I decided to pick it up. And, what a read! I would never say that anyone who’s new to reading should read this book. It’ll make you go off-reading completely. Phew! It is so heavy-read. But, if you know how to sail through a novel, concentrating on the parts you enjoy and deflecting those lengthy descriptions, that put you off, then Gora is an amazing book. I thoroughly, completely, totally enjoyed this mesmerizing tale from the Independence Days. It doesn’t talk of the Indian-English conflicts that is usual in the books on Indian Independence, but it rather talks about the conflicts that go on in your heart, with respect to Religion, Society, Country and your Heart. It is such a beautiful depiction of self-realization. Of coming of age. Of how we feel we know all about the adult world, and w we know what we believe in, and yet, as time passes on, our values, our beliefs are questioned, and we come around them. To create new beliefs, to make some new values, and to understand the underlying concepts of all these values and traditions.
I got a glimpse of the learned class of Bengal, the class which is often considered the best of the lot in Indian Literate Society. It was very new, deeply moving, and quite spiritual. Another way of meditation, I would say, is reading this book.
And, once I had finished this, I was hooked on to Zindagi Gulzar Hai. A Pakistani serial, starring Fawad Afzal Khan. I had been stuck on the actor since Khoobsurat revealed it to the Indian audience, and I can’t get enough of the actor. I have seen quite some serials/telefilms of him, by now. And this time-off gave me the perfect excuse to catch some more of him. Acting meets good-looks. It’s a treat watching him. And, it’s great watching Pakistani serials. They are so so different from the Indian serials, and even the American rom-coms, thrillers, etc that I have watched. Unbelievable but true, they actually make the traditional values seem perfect. In ZGH, the protagonist girl, who belongs to a very modest family, has worked hard to earn her way forward in life, gets married to this class fellow, rich-handsome-flirt-intelligent-but-careless boy. And, the values her Mother gives her are what we all have been given. Of taking care of the husband, of MIL, FIL, SIL etc. Of not expecting but trying to make a family bond with them. No matter how they behave. The serial is such a beautiful representation of the conflicts that come when a girl gets married into another household. Nothing hyped. Nothing overdone. Pure, regular, day-to-day incidents that actually happen to all of us. And, how her humble nature, always-giving attitude helps her win all them over. How she and her husband overcome their individual problems, personality traits to make the family. And, it shows that a woman doesn’t need to be a housewife, to be a perfect woman. She doesn’t need to be a husband’s servant to make a good wife. She can have difference of opinion. She should stick to her stand of viewpoint. But, then she can also be the loving, caring wife who takes care of her husband and family, despite there being a house-maid to take care of all the work. She cooks, she cleans-up after him, and does all that just to make her space in his life.
It is not important to do all that to make your space in your husband’s life, but doesn’t it add a personal touch. In this age, when we are pushing towards a house-maid to get away from the mundane tasks of cooking, cleaning, taking care of the child, etc, the serial makes doing all this yourself, beautiful. It makes it a choice than a responsibility. And that made it all beautiful to me. I am really surprised to see such a mature serial as a soap-opera from Pakistan. As Indians, our mentality is always derogatory. But then, like any other country, it too has some very nice points to teach you. A way of life that teaches you the values, that you’re so bent on unlearning.