Showing posts with label artwork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artwork. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

FREE THAT SEAGULL IN YOU

That Unforgettable Story: Bestselling Author Anu Lal at Capitol Mall, Kannur, Kerala
Jonathan Livingston Seagull is a small volume of fiction written by Richard Bach. Some of you have read it. Some of you haven’t. It’s a highly readable novella with a seagull named Jonathan Livingston as its titular hero. The totality of the essence that shines through this story is not just about a seagull and the quest for success. More importantly, one must look at this book as a motif that corresponds to the inner voice of an individual. When I read this book, as a young student of English literature, I immediately associated it with a writer’s journey. I contemplated on the many nuances Mr. Bach, who I consider one of my gurus, must have employed to reveal his own life through the pages of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. The reason I considered the possibility of an autobiographical element in this book is that in every writer, there is a seagull.
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Those very few successful authors are able to free the seagull engraved in their consciousness by the same creative power that generated their life force. Is it possible to live without consciousness? Perhaps, but think about the quality of life one must be missing under an unconscious state of existence. Every writer goes through stages of evolution. We evolve into being who we are. This evolution need not be biological. It could be spiritual or intellectual. Just like an ordinary person having lost his consciousness, a writer struggles if one does not free the seagull within one.

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What do I mean by “the seagull within us?” The seagull within us is our inner voice. This same voice sometimes gives a character in one of our stories, a unique individuality, and the narrative a significant identity. Voice is literature has a different meaning. It is not literally an audible sound. But in a novel or a story, ‘voice’ is the narrative style and peculiar alignment of thoughts and words. In order to achieve a unique and poignant voice on paper, one must achieve the same in life outside the paper.

There may be a multitude of concerns that haunt you each day—electricity bill, water bill, cable and internet bill, food, family, house maintenance or mortgage, etc. Often, these many concerns put a lock in the cage in which our inner seagull resides. This inner seagull came with us while we were born, within the same package that is we.

Once we realize our karma that is the cause of our restlessness, the path that we need to travel, we must take the courage to let the seagull free. Let it fly, away and above, everything we have known and seen; let it find new horizons; let it guide us. Let your inner voice take up thoughts that were, until then, impossible for you to handle, or improbable. Let your imagination accompany that inner voice. This is where fiery books were written.

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In the last decade of the previous century, a woman had a dream-like idea. It was highly improbable and senseless. Had she been living in Kerala, her own self-respect might have prevented her from penning down this story. But she lived in Europe, and she took the courage to free her seagull that is in her. In a few years, her book became a phenomenon. You must have heard of her, everyone does. She goes by the name, J. K. Rowling.
About The Author:
Anu Lal is the author of Wall of Colours and Other Stories, Book-1 in the Hope, Vengeance, and History Trilogy. He resides in India. His upcoming book is Clenched Hands, Bloody Nails. His second book You Should Know How I Feel has been a bestseller in Amazon India.
Author Page: Here
Twitter: @Anulalindia

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Solitary Journey

"Sleeps well with others" proclaims her black
Tee with the chlorine stain on the right side of the hem.
No, she doesn't, not really. She is bossy, opinionated,
wounded. Struggles to heal the injury by herself, the only one, (his kindess)
who truly understood in a visceral sense, the lavender shadows that lap
none too gently at her irritated skin, a scourge
of sorts that drives her onward, gone but for a photo  on her table.

She learns alone. In her own way. Many chances
lost, she understands while listening for the ultrasonic
song of her absent dog's grief, that nobody sees
a broken heart. It can't be sampled to study beneath
microscope, nor dissected. No, the only solution is reunion. Bring
the pack together again, and sure, enough the little family gathers around her
bare feet in their tiny
kitchen where she teaches herself to cook her husband's recipes
by herself. Complete. Cat, loafed on an ottoman, young dog gazes up,
the elder dog,  recently-abandoned, three days until he raised his eyes in trust to hers.
This shames her, but she accepts it.

It has taken her a lifetime to understand to leave
none  behind on the battlefield. That she, too, can leave
battles, strike out across the plains into the deeper woods
with her pack, her posse, until they sleep deeply camouflaged
by layers of warming leaves shed early, perhaps just
for this purpose. To protect the family as leaky
rowboats, creaky oars hung loose, beach waves of nightmare
behind her fluttering eyelids. A dog whimpers in a dream.
Cat extends her claws, sighs. They follow her, guard her
through  danger.

Rachael Z. Ikins


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