Acquaintance With Letters

The Jane Austen that she was…

Posted in Uncategorized by Sagarika on March 4, 2011

Jane Austen is a beautiful writer and I mean this in the most complex and simple ways possible. What she wrote is of course studied by great people, intellectuals who analyze all intents that she would have had writing. A lot has been written on her writing and her characters. They have been studied and scrutinized all to come to a successful pass from most.

At the end of the film, Becoming Jane, a simple sentence says it all and yet less about Jane Austen.

‘In her short life Jane Austen wrote six of the greatest novels in the English Language.’

But what never fails to amaze me is the character of Jane Austen herself, a woman, a heroine of her life. While looking back on the times that she started writing, writing itself was considered a sad habit for a woman. Let alone any kind of inspiration, it was most of the times condemned. She wrote and she wrote tirelessly not to the amusement of anyone, but little did the society knew back then and she herself that she would be read in the many years to come and forever after that to the amusement of the most.

The kind of rebellion that she must have done back then, changing the order as she did is unimaginable to me. Today in the 21st century women face so many problems other than just being accepted and read, when the notion that women can and do write is established, I find it extraordinarily difficult to accept and imagine the kind of problems women writers would have had to face then, when the idea of women writing was absurd. She aspired to become a writer when she had nothing motivating to guide and support her. She sought to be independent when women being lady-likely were dependent on men (not that the scenario has changed everywhere) was norm.

Her passion for happiness is well reflected in her writing, happiness that she did not meet in her life while she dealt on her being an author earlier in her life.

She became an underlying inspiration to all women that wanted to write or wrote that not all is dependent on the society that you live in. You can bring change; you can transform the rules and finally revolutionize what you distinguish as right. Her extraordinary writing has already asserted her acceptance and success in the society, society that has changed in the span of 200 years that have elapsed since she breathed last. But what I am most amused at is that she lived and lived the way that she did. Because only when she lived the way she did, she is a motivation to the infinite women transcending time, boundaries and of course professions.

Had she not been stubborn enough in the most passionate way, she might have moved on and listened to the society that is ever ready to dominate and dictate you with its traditions and own-approved standards. She might have not written at all and this thought is impossible to accept for me, not only because there would be one less woman author in the world today but because there would be definitely one less reason for women to be proud of themselves.

And so as awestruck and motivated that I find myself every time I read about Jane Austen, I can never be more thankful for her being herself and writing, come what may!

Jane Austen

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A Probable Failure of the Human Race

Posted in Uncategorized by Sagarika on May 31, 2010

I witnessed today, a failure, a probable failure of the human race. After facing my own personal shame for not have been watched Avatar (the film) already, I went to watch it.

As the film commences, the beginning part of it makes you fall in love with the planet, not Earth but Pandora. The film introduces you to the creatures unknown, to the life unknown and finally the people, certainly unknown.

‘What are we doing?’ is all I could manage to think after I came out of the theatre. Pandora is not just another planet; it is very much a sarcastic replica of Earth, the Earth it used to be, and the Earth that now can be identified even less with Pandora, with each day passing.

Even though I want my mind to not admire, what we call ‘the human’ spirit but the spirit of life alone instead, characters like those of Jake Sully and the Scientist (they were the ones who turned traitors to their ‘own race’ in order to save Pandora) do not make me do it. Even though I want to but I don’t only for the appreciation of the remains of the good. What now should be generalised as the human spirit is destruction that is ruthless and brutal in terms of association of man with Earth. Therefore now do I hesitate to admire the ‘human’ spirit.

Things which we often call human values, human virtues such as love, affection, brotherhood, truth, often do ‘we’ the most ‘developed’ creatures of this planet, do not realise that these virtues are not exclusive, not to humans alone but are values and virtues of this universe for the ones ‘living’ (not human but living!) to practise or have these. We do it always! Every single time! We start to use a thing and use it to such an extent that we assumingly think, we own it. But the fact of the reality is that we DON’T and will never! Like in the case of Earth, we say it’s OURS (mostly including humans) when it’s clearly not.

What the human forces did on Pandora is utter and ruthless destruction and devastation to secure their needs and ‘requirements’ is the sort of misery we bring upon Mother Earth, thousand times more in intensity and a little a time i.e. we do it every second only to lessen the voice of Earth’s cry, mother Earth that she is.

We need to realise that Pandora is our Earth and the forces are the humans on Earth but why should we go to Pandora to realise that! We need to realise it here and all in good time that is fast running out!

What Human race now has to be identified with is the identity that of a murderer of Earth because less than the insignificant are trying to protect the Earth. But we need to find a way, we have to find a way, as did the Na’avi, to save our support of existence, our planet and some of us need to turn traitors to the human race and do that.

When the forces attack Pandora for the first time, the land ,the people ,all were shocked by the intensity of the attack, the guns, the missiles, the bombs (after all this is it what humans now most prefer to do, destroy and take over),helpless (as they felt then) and felt defeated. That is what Earth might feel presently but nothing will be the same in the years to come. If the humans have to totally destroy the Earth they are going to need a lot more than what they posses now, to fight what is to befall upon them, after all they are on a mission to defeat the spirit of ‘living’, We must not forget, that what finally happened was, the forces were not only defeated but were crushed, with the lesson adequate and necessary learnt and the traitors were rewarded for their support of good and not the evil.

The identification that something is bad can only be done in the presence of good. But what if there is no good? Bad will remain so, with no better competitor. That’s what is happening on Earth. We all destroy, we all murder Earth a little and no one does otherwise, therefore the crime goes unnoticed, unidentified, unrecognised, and unpunished, most importantly.

Alright, turning traitor to the ‘own race is no easy task, to do the ‘good’ is no easy either’ but what has been in the past? All the things, freedom, liberty, justice had to be won and the people struggled over centuries together to these. So it’s not going to be easy, but certainly, certainly not impossible!

Earth is not supposed to be polluted as it is now, it is not supposed to die a thousand times before nature, the universe decide its fate, it’s certainly not supposed to be undergoing what it is now. Earth is supposed to be an artwork of beauty, symbol and nurturer of life and remain in existence for the varied life forms to thrive, not take over, not destroy, but to thrive and develop, keeping in harmony with Earth and not trying or assuming to own it but simply be grateful to the Earth and the wonder that it is, the jewel in the crown of universe it is.

The Miracle of J.K. Rowling

Posted in Uncategorized by Sagarika on April 12, 2010

Infinite times now, I might have already wondered how it really feels to be the ‘Chosen One’. By ‘Chosen One’ I simply do not mean it in Harry Potter terms but moreover to be ‘selected’ to even have an idea as such. More than anything, more than J.K. Rowling the Young Adult Icon, J.K. Rowling the celebrity, more than any of it, what really never fails to amaze me is J.K. Rowling the ‘Chosen One’ to have the idea bestowed upon and all in all J.K. Rowling-The Writer.

I as are thousands of millions others, am a ‘hard core’ fan of Harry Potter and the wonder the creation By J.K. Rowling that Harry Potter is. But here I am not to write of why and how the series has fortified my mind and heart but will try to explore the story that is behind Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling and their union, finally.

Rowling says she thought about Harry Potter first when travelling on a train back to London. Now what could she possibly have seen to have such a sensational idea?(I would appreciate if the readers are able to ignore my periodic praise for Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling, even though I try to be unbiased but since I have read Harry Potter and can never be ‘not loyal’ to it, forgive me for the occasional appreciation which just might be not well-received by the people who think otherwise).A documentary on J.K. Rowling, ’A Year In The Life Of J.K. Rowling’ aired on Fox History and Entertainments reveals several things which the Harry potter might connect to.

J.K. Rowling had a rather strained and a frightened relationship with her father and her imagination could never really allow the protagonist, Harry to have a whole family, instead it allowed him to have none. Instead what Rowling always thought a perfect father figure should be like, she found that ‘perfect father figure’ in the characters of Dumbledore, Hagrid and McGonagall and Mrs. Weasley as his partly ideal mother figures. The documentary also informs us of ‘the cupboard under the stairs’ which was once a part of her early homes. Even though she never had to live there, Harry had to, for years through his childhood.

Joanne’s favourite virtue is courage and that would rather be an easy guess for a Harry Potter reader, since she not only made courage a de facto motto of Gryffindor (one of the houses of the Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry) but practically let her characters be ‘courageous’ too, for the story, for the readers.

All this and more is not mere coincidence of Rowling’s and Harry Potter’s world, it certainly is more than that, sure more than that.

What I could derive from all this is the f act that what is usually ‘said’ and associated with Harry Potter or any other fiction or fantasy work is the creation of a new world, a new universe and definitely an impossible one, but I think that what constitutes J.K. Rowling’s world is not something she created, not something that is an ‘another’ world but a part of herself, her life, what that is in reality and what that she secretly and wished to live and the one she did. Harry Potter is no one else but a part of her own soul, which is shy alike Rowling, courageous alike Rowling (courageous with her words that she is) and certainly with birthdays alike.

People, who often deject Harry Potter as a piece of ‘pure fantasy’, must reconsider their thoughts and realise that what they simply call ‘child like fantasy’ is not fantasy after all. Several would even argue that what Rowling does is that she glorifies ‘life’, glorifies death, glorifies friendship. But often do those same people fail to grasp that what they simply call glorification is the depiction of extreme conditions, adversities in which humans still remain humane, friend will be a friend still then and humanity will remain so, even then.

What inspired J.K. Rowling, what allowed her horses of imagination to run so fast and in a direction so correct that they ran into ‘Harry Potter’?

What gave her inspiration were the several things, situations and people whom she sometimes had and other times wished she had and other times not so much. But what she initially had was a struggled life, barely the fraction of life that she has now. She wrote, as did thousands, as do thousands and always do, she had a life as ordinary as any. Now when we relate Harry Potter facts, character, story, places even to the fragments of her life, they seem important enough, sad or happy enough and finally inspirational enough. But what if she had failed to receive inspiration from what she lived daily? What if she did not even care to pep into her past to weave the characters of Harry Potter? May be we could have never known Harry living in the ‘cupboard under the stairs’…

What inspires us and how much we allow ourselves to be inspired really?

J.K. Rowling lived her life in normalcy, as general and normal it could be sometimes more. But what she did have control over was the power to observe, imagine, hope and finally be inspired, inspired to improve her life in a Harry Potter world, inspired to share her life, a part of her soul, Harry Potter with the world. Such is the power of being inspire, simply.

What wonder Harry Potter is now can be described by even an eleven year old reading it, its success and more over acceptance among people of this world for they want to believe in the victory of good over evil, extraordinary friendships and the supreme power of hope and love. All this simply inspired from a life being live in normalcy by a woman, a mother who was a story teller only to her kid(s),17 years earlier? This ‘miracle’ that the success of Harry potter and J.K. Rowling is now is simply an example for all the habitants of this globe, what can really be the result of being inspired, being inspired to share, to fulfil and complete one’s life through this gift bestowed upon us, gift of creating fiction, gift of imagination.

I’m sure J.K. Rowling has fulfilled several of her dreams, tried out left out mischief and finally had the life or rather partly lived a life she wished, she always wanted. If a woman’s desire from all that is around her be a miracle, to gain inspiration from each one of our lives, we can do wonders never seen, heard or heard of. The ultimate need is to be inspired not only from extraordinary stories and situations but our own life, whether extraordinary or not.

J.K. Rowling gained inspiration from her own life and as she discovered words a medium to express it, she did. Similarly each one us, being the judge of their own potential should be observant enough to be inspired to do things, change them, if necessary. ’J.K. Rowling A Miracle’ is nothing less than an example of the infinite miracles there can be, there should e in this ‘Real’ world of ours.