Sunday, September 9, 2007
My Cleaner by Maggie Gee - Book Review
Maggie Gee novel My Cleaner explores racism with starkness without being loud. The racism is very subtle, the kind seen in the middle class society, nothing is said on the face but the discrimination exists. The story is set in Uganda and an elegant house in affluent West London, that of a white lady, Venessa Henman. This story is about the power struggle between two women, it is written in such a gossipy style and with such ease that it can pass of as a script for TV soaps. Vanessa Henman is a neurotic, middle-aged writer from comfortable middle class. She has a despised painter and decorator for an ex- husband, Trevor and a depressed 22-year old for a son, so depresses that he would not even get out of bed, Justin. The only person Justin wants to see is Mary Tendo, the Ugandan cleaner who took care of him through most of his childhood when his mother was too busy in her study to spend any time with him. It is then that Venessa writes to Mary who is then in Uganda and calls her back to take care of her son. Mary who once worked as a young teenager at their place returns as an assertive and I-know-what-I-want black lady. In Mary’s second innings as a maid she bestrides the house like a colossus, taking control of Justin's life, commandeering the kitchen, not troubling to hide her feelings about Vanessa and thanking God every day that she is an African woman. This is too much for Vanessa to take, although she is determined that she would treat Mary as an equal this time round. Power balance soon shifts at home and everyone's life begins to change irrevocably.
Maggie Gee gives an insight into both the women’s life. Mary Tendo is a graduate but being a Black African puts her in the back seat, she is a well-traveled and street smart lady though. Vanessa is a well-bred woman fighting age and trying to come to terms with her ill son on one hand and his attachment for Mary on the other. There domestic situation at home has racist tones to it, Venessa speaks about how she feels when her son sings African songs, she feels like she has an African boy at home. She rebuffs Mary and gives her an English rhymes tape and asks her to tutor it to Justin. Gee brilliantly uses the clash between the two women as a way of exploring not only class and cultural conflict, not just racism. More than once, Vanessa brings to mind Jane Austen's Emma in her ability to delude herself and ignore the blindingly obvious. Justin's depression does not run in the family, Vanessa tells us: 'Not on my side, at least. Just my mother's brother who killed himself. Admittedly, my mother was sometimes unwell, but she never actually stayed in bed. Once or twice, she went away to hospital'.
On the surface, Mary and Vanessa are polar opposites: Vanessa is pale and bony, and cooks soft, white, pre-prepared food; Mary is dark and voluptuous and steams up the kitchen with vast meals made from huge, earthy vegetables and great slabs of meat. Vanessa is mean, self-obsessed and closed-off. She forbids Justin the white bread he craves. Mary is generous, outgoing, gregarious and feeds the boy forbidden jam sandwiches. Yet at heart, we realize they are not so very different. The novel is rendered in alternative voices of both Mary and Vanessa as they talk about their lives and their loved ones. The altering narratives make a very nice read. The writer’s style is gossipy, warm and rhythmic.
Maggie Gee gives an insight into both the women’s life. Mary Tendo is a graduate but being a Black African puts her in the back seat, she is a well-traveled and street smart lady though. Vanessa is a well-bred woman fighting age and trying to come to terms with her ill son on one hand and his attachment for Mary on the other. There domestic situation at home has racist tones to it, Venessa speaks about how she feels when her son sings African songs, she feels like she has an African boy at home. She rebuffs Mary and gives her an English rhymes tape and asks her to tutor it to Justin. Gee brilliantly uses the clash between the two women as a way of exploring not only class and cultural conflict, not just racism. More than once, Vanessa brings to mind Jane Austen's Emma in her ability to delude herself and ignore the blindingly obvious. Justin's depression does not run in the family, Vanessa tells us: 'Not on my side, at least. Just my mother's brother who killed himself. Admittedly, my mother was sometimes unwell, but she never actually stayed in bed. Once or twice, she went away to hospital'.
On the surface, Mary and Vanessa are polar opposites: Vanessa is pale and bony, and cooks soft, white, pre-prepared food; Mary is dark and voluptuous and steams up the kitchen with vast meals made from huge, earthy vegetables and great slabs of meat. Vanessa is mean, self-obsessed and closed-off. She forbids Justin the white bread he craves. Mary is generous, outgoing, gregarious and feeds the boy forbidden jam sandwiches. Yet at heart, we realize they are not so very different. The novel is rendered in alternative voices of both Mary and Vanessa as they talk about their lives and their loved ones. The altering narratives make a very nice read. The writer’s style is gossipy, warm and rhythmic.
From a modest province to a wind Giant!
Today I will tell the story of a small north-eastern Spanish village called Iratxeta that become self-sufficient in its energy production by using wind turbines. Iratxeta is a cluster of stone houses that is rested on hills in the Spanish region of Navarre. Iratxeta is surrounded by dark green mountain forest and the village is forever famous for its wheat fields, within itself. For information, Navarre is one of Spain’s 15 mainland autonomous regions is located in the north-east, between the Basque country and the French border.
Let me put out a brief historical over view - during the time of the Roman Empire, the territory of Iratxeta was inhabited by the Vascones. Vascones were an ancient people and it is likely that they are ancestors of the present-day Basques. The Basques are an indigenous people who inhabit parts of north-eastern Spain and south-western France to this date.
Iratxeta is full of wind turbines. The idea of setting up wind turbines struck Jose Roman Gomez, the manager of the local councils in Iratxeta (the village is self-governed) , fifteen years before and things began to change for the better gradually. Before this wind-boom happened it was a dying village with no running water and health facilities. Now the village has developed through the years and has also expanded to nearly double its original size. 10, 391 sq. km is its size today.
Today the village has running water and the rent from wind-farm operators has enabled the local council to hire four full-time health workers to care for the community's elderly people. People from a near-by city called Pamplona are investing in Navarre and especially in Iratxeta.
This wind revolution has put Navarre in the forefront of Spain’s wind revolution. Navarre is actually located in the northeast, between the Basque country and the French border. Today this region generates almost 60% of its own electricity from renewable sources — the vast majority from wind. The region's most recent energy plan, released in May, aims to increase this proportion to more than 75% by 2010. So, the wind boom in Navarre is among the most intensive in Spain.
Navarre generates almost 60% of its electricity from renewable sources — the vast majority from wind. The region's most recent energy plan, released in May, aims to increase this proportion to more than 75% by 2010.
Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, the government of Navarre was eager to develop new industries, especially as this region seemed overly dependent on its single large industrial employer, a Volkswagen car plant. But with a limited local power supply, Navarre's infrastructure wasn't particularly appealing to outside investors. An entrepreneur called Estanban Morras came up with a wind-power plan that promised a way out of this shortage. So, the government bought into the plan more because of this shortage than environmental reasons. Navarre, being a self-governed region bought into Morra’s vision and was on its way of making itself an wind-giant. The credit, of course goes to Jose Roman Gomez who was instrumental in transforming his village.
The first wind farm of Morras himself was as built south of Pamplona in 1994; since then the government of Navarre has approved well over a thousand turbines in 32 wind farms. From 1995 to 2004, it invested more than 136 million in renewable-energy enterprises. This contributed up to 30% of the initial funding and provided tax credits for investors. Navarre’s wind farms have capacity of producing 950 megawatts of power. It looks as if Navarre might become entirely self-sufficient by 2010, producing 100 % of its electricity through renewables and that the energy for all the villages in Navarre will come from renewables. Morras stresses that this is not an illusion and that it is actually possible, he insists this will be the case from and by 2010. There are many stories like Navarre. Wind farms have transformed Spain's landscape over the past decade.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
Let me put out a brief historical over view - during the time of the Roman Empire, the territory of Iratxeta was inhabited by the Vascones. Vascones were an ancient people and it is likely that they are ancestors of the present-day Basques. The Basques are an indigenous people who inhabit parts of north-eastern Spain and south-western France to this date.
Iratxeta is full of wind turbines. The idea of setting up wind turbines struck Jose Roman Gomez, the manager of the local councils in Iratxeta (the village is self-governed) , fifteen years before and things began to change for the better gradually. Before this wind-boom happened it was a dying village with no running water and health facilities. Now the village has developed through the years and has also expanded to nearly double its original size. 10, 391 sq. km is its size today.
Today the village has running water and the rent from wind-farm operators has enabled the local council to hire four full-time health workers to care for the community's elderly people. People from a near-by city called Pamplona are investing in Navarre and especially in Iratxeta.
This wind revolution has put Navarre in the forefront of Spain’s wind revolution. Navarre is actually located in the northeast, between the Basque country and the French border. Today this region generates almost 60% of its own electricity from renewable sources — the vast majority from wind. The region's most recent energy plan, released in May, aims to increase this proportion to more than 75% by 2010. So, the wind boom in Navarre is among the most intensive in Spain.
Navarre generates almost 60% of its electricity from renewable sources — the vast majority from wind. The region's most recent energy plan, released in May, aims to increase this proportion to more than 75% by 2010.
Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, the government of Navarre was eager to develop new industries, especially as this region seemed overly dependent on its single large industrial employer, a Volkswagen car plant. But with a limited local power supply, Navarre's infrastructure wasn't particularly appealing to outside investors. An entrepreneur called Estanban Morras came up with a wind-power plan that promised a way out of this shortage. So, the government bought into the plan more because of this shortage than environmental reasons. Navarre, being a self-governed region bought into Morra’s vision and was on its way of making itself an wind-giant. The credit, of course goes to Jose Roman Gomez who was instrumental in transforming his village.
The first wind farm of Morras himself was as built south of Pamplona in 1994; since then the government of Navarre has approved well over a thousand turbines in 32 wind farms. From 1995 to 2004, it invested more than 136 million in renewable-energy enterprises. This contributed up to 30% of the initial funding and provided tax credits for investors. Navarre’s wind farms have capacity of producing 950 megawatts of power. It looks as if Navarre might become entirely self-sufficient by 2010, producing 100 % of its electricity through renewables and that the energy for all the villages in Navarre will come from renewables. Morras stresses that this is not an illusion and that it is actually possible, he insists this will be the case from and by 2010. There are many stories like Navarre. Wind farms have transformed Spain's landscape over the past decade.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
Saturday, September 8, 2007
I am one of those interior décor freaks , I love decorated homes and love decorating my own home . But every time I amble around my home, there is one thing that never ceases to amaze me – how did the goldfish in the jar on the dinning table spend three years of its life there and going to spend all its life there?
Since ages man had tried to break out of clutches and shackles while the other times he had been badly in need to of just them and nothing else. Man started off as an animal , free and inexorable but when he was obliged or rather felt the need to cook ( read burn) his food ,then a lot of other things came with it. But has this need for order made some cultures ,like the ones in the middle east, rigid ? Or is it in the other extremity – Man is badly in need of Law. That is the thought that strikes an average mind when it sees the lawlessness around it. Freedom means different things to different people ; to different cultures; and to different societies. If history has to be believed Vincent Vangof was at the mercy of LSD to create all those ethereal creations. For such souls world melts; trees are uprooted and people vanish and appear in their canvas of art. Such souls find it freeing.
To a child next door freedom means to play around much longer after the sun has long set. Pablo Picasso found angles very freeing for himself in his famous cubism but graphologists always believed that angles in any thing hand written is a sign of stubbornness, of self-opinionated minds. So, angles- those sharp edges can also give one a creative outlet that’s so freeing. The artist on stage is sure to find the thundering applause freeing, the wild almost raucous mad love for his work. But as long as social freedom is seen in the right perspective , so far so good. In fact , it’s essential.
But is all the increasing talk of liberty for mankind sometimes seems hallow. With all the techies around the world and with myriad airlines zooming the skies , they have not become as light as a feather. A bird flipping its wings in the sky will always remain more free than the souls in the aircraft who have nowhere to go but breath their last lest something goes wrong in the flight. With the submarine all heavy and loaded , they will always remain less agile , elegant and less dexterous than the fish flapping its wings to the unending waves of the sea.
But then, freedom is when one has the freedom of choice. With this kind of healthy freedom man can fly too , metaphorically. A student bhargava says , “ freedom is free thinking. It is freedom to love and be loved. And it certainly doesn’t mean being a frog in the well”. Talking of love , true love , says Bhagvad Gita is when one finds love that does try to possess , hurt or oppress. Says Priya , an IT professional , “ My grandma always ends up talking about my wedding . One day I decided to stand up for myself. I told her nothing is good or bad about it but marriage is a choice. I don’t have to follow a time table. I can breath, walk, smile and cry without it. I told her that after all it’s not oxygen.”, and she adds , “ if you really want to make own choices in life , you will face questions . You need to stand by your viewpoint and express it cordially.” I think of asking about open marriages since we were talking about freedom and decide to dig the matrimony thing. A lady, Adriana, 22, flares up, “ I believe marriage is a commitment. My man dies if he cheats me.” Mary Karuna, a communication student in Osmania Univerty sums it for us, “ Freedom is to be the person you want to be. People are always asking you to be a good daughter or a good wife, freedom is when you don’t have to oblige such demands just because you are expected to. This is what freedom means to me as a woman. “ By the looks of it India seems emancipated but nay, these women are just a handful of strong ones from the metropolis of the land, that’s it.
There an other side to our country .In India, records have it that more than 4,000 women are killed by their in-laws on grounds of dowry demand and so many more become victims of violence or abuse. More than a million Asian girls are forced in prostitution to accommodate men who fear falling prey to AIDS. These girls, in effect, are thrown at the monsters. So, is the talk of freedom for these women a surreal dream , in the present conditions.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
Since ages man had tried to break out of clutches and shackles while the other times he had been badly in need to of just them and nothing else. Man started off as an animal , free and inexorable but when he was obliged or rather felt the need to cook ( read burn) his food ,then a lot of other things came with it. But has this need for order made some cultures ,like the ones in the middle east, rigid ? Or is it in the other extremity – Man is badly in need of Law. That is the thought that strikes an average mind when it sees the lawlessness around it. Freedom means different things to different people ; to different cultures; and to different societies. If history has to be believed Vincent Vangof was at the mercy of LSD to create all those ethereal creations. For such souls world melts; trees are uprooted and people vanish and appear in their canvas of art. Such souls find it freeing.
To a child next door freedom means to play around much longer after the sun has long set. Pablo Picasso found angles very freeing for himself in his famous cubism but graphologists always believed that angles in any thing hand written is a sign of stubbornness, of self-opinionated minds. So, angles- those sharp edges can also give one a creative outlet that’s so freeing. The artist on stage is sure to find the thundering applause freeing, the wild almost raucous mad love for his work. But as long as social freedom is seen in the right perspective , so far so good. In fact , it’s essential.
But is all the increasing talk of liberty for mankind sometimes seems hallow. With all the techies around the world and with myriad airlines zooming the skies , they have not become as light as a feather. A bird flipping its wings in the sky will always remain more free than the souls in the aircraft who have nowhere to go but breath their last lest something goes wrong in the flight. With the submarine all heavy and loaded , they will always remain less agile , elegant and less dexterous than the fish flapping its wings to the unending waves of the sea.
But then, freedom is when one has the freedom of choice. With this kind of healthy freedom man can fly too , metaphorically. A student bhargava says , “ freedom is free thinking. It is freedom to love and be loved. And it certainly doesn’t mean being a frog in the well”. Talking of love , true love , says Bhagvad Gita is when one finds love that does try to possess , hurt or oppress. Says Priya , an IT professional , “ My grandma always ends up talking about my wedding . One day I decided to stand up for myself. I told her nothing is good or bad about it but marriage is a choice. I don’t have to follow a time table. I can breath, walk, smile and cry without it. I told her that after all it’s not oxygen.”, and she adds , “ if you really want to make own choices in life , you will face questions . You need to stand by your viewpoint and express it cordially.” I think of asking about open marriages since we were talking about freedom and decide to dig the matrimony thing. A lady, Adriana, 22, flares up, “ I believe marriage is a commitment. My man dies if he cheats me.” Mary Karuna, a communication student in Osmania Univerty sums it for us, “ Freedom is to be the person you want to be. People are always asking you to be a good daughter or a good wife, freedom is when you don’t have to oblige such demands just because you are expected to. This is what freedom means to me as a woman. “ By the looks of it India seems emancipated but nay, these women are just a handful of strong ones from the metropolis of the land, that’s it.
There an other side to our country .In India, records have it that more than 4,000 women are killed by their in-laws on grounds of dowry demand and so many more become victims of violence or abuse. More than a million Asian girls are forced in prostitution to accommodate men who fear falling prey to AIDS. These girls, in effect, are thrown at the monsters. So, is the talk of freedom for these women a surreal dream , in the present conditions.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
Astonishing Splashes of Colour By Clare Morall
Astonishing Splashes is a debut novel and was short listed for Man Booker Prize in 2003. One of the high points of this compelling novel is its strong narrative. The narrator Kitty Wellington is very perceptive , she draws the reader into her world , her own realm , her own emotional sphere. Morall with her simple style apparently presents a disturbing work of fiction. But the narrative tends to be least depressing and far from melodramatic with its matter-of-fact voice.
But the narrative tends to be least depressing and far from melodramatic with its matter-of-fact voice. The plot starts off with Kitty feeling empty within craving for a child and in need of a mother. She tries to build a family around herself , the elusive comfort zone. The motif of the novel throughout its length is - loss. She is brought up in a motherless family of a painter father and four brothers - Adrian , Paul , Jake and Martin. These characters are refreshingly built with each one of them having his own eccentricities. This male dominated family leads to Kitty searching for herself and her lost mother. It is apt when she describes herself as a pet in the house , some one non functional. As in , some one who exists and has to be taken care of. period . Her attempts to voyage into the family’s past are thwarted. What she ends up with are bits and pieces of the past. But the bombshell is thrown at her when truth arrives right before her in all its force. The day comes along when she is left to cope with not just the loss of her mother but with not knowing what the true identity of her mother is. Truth skims along in vivid splashes of colour. Synaesthesia chases her a wee bit more ardently then , a condition in which emotions are seen. Clare Morall’s writing even at this stage remains simple , the reader must think a second thought to notice Kitty’s internal turmoil.
The story comes a circle , it ends where it all began. It regains its initial momentum. So, one might just wonder what the whole point of the novel is. But through the length of the story , Morall does a good job in showing the dynamics of Kitty’s mind and her daily life. The way Kitty starts off with her journey afresh is quietly shaking. The contrast between Kitty’s and James’ personality is stark. Her cluttered colourful world as compared to his spacious black and white world deserves a good dekko. On the whole, a moving piece of fiction.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
But the narrative tends to be least depressing and far from melodramatic with its matter-of-fact voice. The plot starts off with Kitty feeling empty within craving for a child and in need of a mother. She tries to build a family around herself , the elusive comfort zone. The motif of the novel throughout its length is - loss. She is brought up in a motherless family of a painter father and four brothers - Adrian , Paul , Jake and Martin. These characters are refreshingly built with each one of them having his own eccentricities. This male dominated family leads to Kitty searching for herself and her lost mother. It is apt when she describes herself as a pet in the house , some one non functional. As in , some one who exists and has to be taken care of. period . Her attempts to voyage into the family’s past are thwarted. What she ends up with are bits and pieces of the past. But the bombshell is thrown at her when truth arrives right before her in all its force. The day comes along when she is left to cope with not just the loss of her mother but with not knowing what the true identity of her mother is. Truth skims along in vivid splashes of colour. Synaesthesia chases her a wee bit more ardently then , a condition in which emotions are seen. Clare Morall’s writing even at this stage remains simple , the reader must think a second thought to notice Kitty’s internal turmoil.
The story comes a circle , it ends where it all began. It regains its initial momentum. So, one might just wonder what the whole point of the novel is. But through the length of the story , Morall does a good job in showing the dynamics of Kitty’s mind and her daily life. The way Kitty starts off with her journey afresh is quietly shaking. The contrast between Kitty’s and James’ personality is stark. Her cluttered colourful world as compared to his spacious black and white world deserves a good dekko. On the whole, a moving piece of fiction.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
Gail Jones is the proud winner of the 1991 TAG Hungerford Award for Fiction, the 1992 Barbara Ramsden Prize, the 1993 Steele Rudd Short Story Award and the 1993 Western Australian Premier's Book Award for Fiction for her short stories collection Breathing House. Her debut novel is The Black Mirror.
This story is basically about an eight year old Lucy and a ten year old Thomas who are orphaned when mother Honoria Strange dies giving birth to her third child. The story starts off in Melbourne. The children go off to live with uncle Neville in London. Jones has a very lucid narrative. She is often effortless with complex emotions, often poetic. Has a keen eye for visual images much like her protagonist Lucy. Lucy's flair for photography is well justified as a result.
There is a very credible shift in the Point of View (POV) of Lucy as she grows into an adult. But at certain points the depth rendered seems deliberate and hyperbolic. Like , when little Lucy looks at her mother Honoria Strange's photograph as a seven year old (with a lovely flowing dress and a big white hat ) and reads state of mind of Honoria to herself in her aloneness. I wonder if anyone can do that so much at depth and an eight year old at that.
The novel does have happy scenes of Lucy's brother little Thomas whispering fantasies about going to Brazil and getting bucketsful of gold. But the reader is still left feeling a little melancholic because these fantasies hide the insecurity of the situation in their lovely blanket of glee - Jones makes this apparent in her tone. Each character adds to the mood of the story, so that way there are no frills. Though the story is set in the Victorian age , it has contemporary shades may be because it is recently written , this could be sub conscious on the part of the author.
The story flows and has a good pace. A part of the story is also set in Mumbai -India. The writing about the way Lucy sees the people and the way she finds the people and the places visually appealing makes a good read. I like the way the relationship between Harriet White and Honoria is woven , the shades of lesbianism are so polished. Jones' poetic style may be mistaken for a verbose piece of prose. Interesting similes.... - '' transient as a sundial shadow''. The prose piece has a sad ending on the surface but happy at a spiritual level. Methinks Gail Jones specializes in that effect.
I read the book because at first glance it came across as an intense work of fiction. It is set in the Victorian Age much the way Jane Eyre is set. But this one has a protagonist, Lucy Strange who is more lively than Jane Eyre. Lucy is an appealing person with visible flaws in her personality and she desires freely, she is not quite a Jane Eyre whose desires had been suppressed. In short, Lucy can never be a chaste governess like Jane. Lucy has impulses and is visibly beautiful. So, basically I found Lucy more believable , not as archetypical as Jane. The novel is at some points melancholic but has more shades to it than Jane Eyre which makes it colorful and not monotonous unlike Jane Eyre. Lucy is also more evolving than Jane. Lucy evolves into a woman ahead of her day and age , a woman of the future. Of course, Jane Eyre has its merits but this is only one person's analysis.
The novel has shades of Great Expectations too in the way protagonist feels and reacts but is mushier than Great Expectations but Great Expectations is a wee bit more pragmatic that way. Basically, Sixty Lights makes a good read and better read in three sittings.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
This story is basically about an eight year old Lucy and a ten year old Thomas who are orphaned when mother Honoria Strange dies giving birth to her third child. The story starts off in Melbourne. The children go off to live with uncle Neville in London. Jones has a very lucid narrative. She is often effortless with complex emotions, often poetic. Has a keen eye for visual images much like her protagonist Lucy. Lucy's flair for photography is well justified as a result.
There is a very credible shift in the Point of View (POV) of Lucy as she grows into an adult. But at certain points the depth rendered seems deliberate and hyperbolic. Like , when little Lucy looks at her mother Honoria Strange's photograph as a seven year old (with a lovely flowing dress and a big white hat ) and reads state of mind of Honoria to herself in her aloneness. I wonder if anyone can do that so much at depth and an eight year old at that.
The novel does have happy scenes of Lucy's brother little Thomas whispering fantasies about going to Brazil and getting bucketsful of gold. But the reader is still left feeling a little melancholic because these fantasies hide the insecurity of the situation in their lovely blanket of glee - Jones makes this apparent in her tone. Each character adds to the mood of the story, so that way there are no frills. Though the story is set in the Victorian age , it has contemporary shades may be because it is recently written , this could be sub conscious on the part of the author.
The story flows and has a good pace. A part of the story is also set in Mumbai -India. The writing about the way Lucy sees the people and the way she finds the people and the places visually appealing makes a good read. I like the way the relationship between Harriet White and Honoria is woven , the shades of lesbianism are so polished. Jones' poetic style may be mistaken for a verbose piece of prose. Interesting similes.... - '' transient as a sundial shadow''. The prose piece has a sad ending on the surface but happy at a spiritual level. Methinks Gail Jones specializes in that effect.
I read the book because at first glance it came across as an intense work of fiction. It is set in the Victorian Age much the way Jane Eyre is set. But this one has a protagonist, Lucy Strange who is more lively than Jane Eyre. Lucy is an appealing person with visible flaws in her personality and she desires freely, she is not quite a Jane Eyre whose desires had been suppressed. In short, Lucy can never be a chaste governess like Jane. Lucy has impulses and is visibly beautiful. So, basically I found Lucy more believable , not as archetypical as Jane. The novel is at some points melancholic but has more shades to it than Jane Eyre which makes it colorful and not monotonous unlike Jane Eyre. Lucy is also more evolving than Jane. Lucy evolves into a woman ahead of her day and age , a woman of the future. Of course, Jane Eyre has its merits but this is only one person's analysis.
The novel has shades of Great Expectations too in the way protagonist feels and reacts but is mushier than Great Expectations but Great Expectations is a wee bit more pragmatic that way. Basically, Sixty Lights makes a good read and better read in three sittings.
By
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
Survival of the wildest
It was a typical summer in Sansura forest with the lakes cracked up.Sansura forest was all dry and it hadn’t received rains for three years now. A wild soul or two in the forest would just occasionally stroll around the bank of Aromba Lake and return to find the lake all dried up. Aromba was the biggest lake in the habitat. Gone are the days when wild herds of deer or zebra would come flocking to the lake to quench their thirst, round the year. The lake was a cool hang out of sorts for all those happy-go-lucky rhinos. The lake could easily pass off as a ‘pub’ for the wild beings, they would have a gala time socialising within their herd and flexing their muscles after a hard day of work. But today, all the animals in the forest across species lay in their own homes in despair. Hunting goes on, alright, but how can they possibly go without water?
The Supremo Mr.Rajaka soon sent a notice to all the habitants about the meeting that weekend. He was a majestic lion with his mane held high. Of late , everybody in the forest was wondering about the absence of his famous charm. Now , the gentleman has dark circles around his ever-fierce eyes and his roars lacked lustre.The state of his citizens worried him to no end.Yes, the forest was in a gross situation and they were fast running out of patience. So, everybody was pinning their hopes on this week’s meeting.
So,the long awaited moment came along and they assembled near Aromba Lake for the meet.The worried bunch of animals gathered there with His Majesty at the podium.He said solemnly,“I am sure we all know the reason for this gathering,today”, after a pause he continued,“No summer in our forest was ever so dry.The cracks on the lake bed are here for all of us to see. Now, I would like to make a proposal to all the citizens of the habitat. How would you like the idea of moving to the near-by forest. There isn't a great source of water there either but I guess we can manage there till the end of this summer and think about a long term solution after the season.”
There was pensive silence in the scorching heat,no nobody spoke a word for a minute or two.Miniki,the tigress,stood up and spoke out,“Sir,the water in the forest near-by will not suffice Jumbo’s thirst for a day.Where will poor Jumbo go the next day? We must all carry him around if he faints.Half-fulfilled thirst is more dangerous.We are all already in trouble , so,do we need such a plight?” With this, everybody burst out laughing including Jumbo the elephant himself. Mr.Mic(as he was lovingly called)replied warily,“Then , what do we do? Yes,any other useful suggestions?”
There was silence again. Then Chinki,the white dove ,spoke in a clear tone , after careful thought,"See, the scene is so bad only in the forest areas not everywhere. There are good cities in the‘outskirts’of our forest where there may be enough water for all of us and more.It is they,the human beings who brought us to such a state.If there are such bad ones in the group there will be good ones too. We might find enough people who might share their resources with us".Miniki agreed , " Oh yes, he has a point. I guess we must try it out." Then Charu,the fox,said,"If you try that out,there won’t be any folks in the cities . They will all flee or you will be killed and poached. Or you will be caught and put in some place they call 'circus’where they ill treat us". Miniki roared getting worked up,"The police won’t let that happen,Iam respected as one of the most important species in India." Some neighbours chattered about the tiff and then Mr. Mic quitened the folks,"We are in trouble people , it’s not a time to offend each other"."I am sorry ,I really am.Didn’t mean to anger you",said Charu quietly to Miniki.
After a brief discussion,His Majesty pronounced the decision,"tommorrow morning at seven o’clock,let us all move on to the city.Please start early so that we’ll have enough time to find our way through the city.I hope we’ll all have enough time to pack up.I hope to see you all assembled at the same place tommorrow.I am signing off here".The sun rised in Sansura and the citizens dutifully assembled near the dried up lake. Mr. Mic came on the platform and announced,"As we start this journey with high spirits..." he added ruefully,"well.…..whatever is left of us,I want all of us to swear to stand by each other in the hurdles that await us.Do I have your word?" Then the shore rose in cheer,"You do!", they affairmed.
They started their journey walking on the cracked lake bed towards the northern suburb of Mumbai. They walked a few miles and halted at a bus stop , there , they found a board , close-by, that read," Mumbai consumes about 3000 million cubic litres of water everyday. So, please save water!" The whole of the town, by now, gathered around the‘guests’.The guests were more surprised at the board than the people were to see them.A man,still in his night clothes,shouted out,"Somebody call the zoo authorities.Look whats happening!" Jumbo,spoke up,"Please friends,help us out.Don’t call the zoo , we from the forests.Our place is literally dry , there is not a drop of water to drink.We would all like to share your habitat." By the time he finished speaking, smitten children were already climbing onto his tail and frolicing. The other animals too joined in with their pleas.
Another man, with leather jacket himself, from the crowd spoke up,"Sure,these animals need protection.It is a great chance for all of us to do our bit to care for the wild life and see to the ecological balance." Reeno, the monkey couldn’t follow a word of what he spoke but nodded anyway.Another lady from the crowd spoke,"Bhai saab,are you okay? How can we shelter these things, here ? We have no resources ourselves." A man in a cotton coat and cap,whispered winking to the‘animal-lover’,"Come on,Mr.Pai,what can these things do to bring us back to power? Why do you want to waste your time fighting for a non-issue?" The ‘animal–lover’quipped,getting agitated,"Your true colours are showing , finally.People like you derserve to be behind bars.Sir, please go through your record once again!" Then ,an old lady from the crowd shouted trembling,unaware of whom this man shouted at,"Get these animals into the Zoo and then go behind bars or where ever you like." A person in a white coat and thick glasses yelled out,"Oh no,please,let the monkeys be. We need them for the tests,our labs need more of them.Don’t you know,Med-plus Ltd. is researching for a wonder-drug?"
This verbal firing, on the road ,slowly grew into a chaos and people were throwing brick-bats all around .Charu the fox got his share of mud thrown at him.Ginie the cobra , got her share of beatings–both her body and...ego. She thought she was the most poisonous being on earth,till the-day-before.
The animals fled! Fled as fast as lightening! When they reached the edge of the forest,His majesty spoke,"Let us all rest in peace. Looks like the human beings have finally acquired our qualities. The world does not need us any more. We are jumping into the Arabian sea tommorrow. Let us enjoy our last night in Sansura.” The animals dispersed. The next day,all of them jumped into the sea. Too tired to swim , they gave in to death.
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
The Supremo Mr.Rajaka soon sent a notice to all the habitants about the meeting that weekend. He was a majestic lion with his mane held high. Of late , everybody in the forest was wondering about the absence of his famous charm. Now , the gentleman has dark circles around his ever-fierce eyes and his roars lacked lustre.The state of his citizens worried him to no end.Yes, the forest was in a gross situation and they were fast running out of patience. So, everybody was pinning their hopes on this week’s meeting.
So,the long awaited moment came along and they assembled near Aromba Lake for the meet.The worried bunch of animals gathered there with His Majesty at the podium.He said solemnly,“I am sure we all know the reason for this gathering,today”, after a pause he continued,“No summer in our forest was ever so dry.The cracks on the lake bed are here for all of us to see. Now, I would like to make a proposal to all the citizens of the habitat. How would you like the idea of moving to the near-by forest. There isn't a great source of water there either but I guess we can manage there till the end of this summer and think about a long term solution after the season.”
There was pensive silence in the scorching heat,no nobody spoke a word for a minute or two.Miniki,the tigress,stood up and spoke out,“Sir,the water in the forest near-by will not suffice Jumbo’s thirst for a day.Where will poor Jumbo go the next day? We must all carry him around if he faints.Half-fulfilled thirst is more dangerous.We are all already in trouble , so,do we need such a plight?” With this, everybody burst out laughing including Jumbo the elephant himself. Mr.Mic(as he was lovingly called)replied warily,“Then , what do we do? Yes,any other useful suggestions?”
There was silence again. Then Chinki,the white dove ,spoke in a clear tone , after careful thought,"See, the scene is so bad only in the forest areas not everywhere. There are good cities in the‘outskirts’of our forest where there may be enough water for all of us and more.It is they,the human beings who brought us to such a state.If there are such bad ones in the group there will be good ones too. We might find enough people who might share their resources with us".Miniki agreed , " Oh yes, he has a point. I guess we must try it out." Then Charu,the fox,said,"If you try that out,there won’t be any folks in the cities . They will all flee or you will be killed and poached. Or you will be caught and put in some place they call 'circus’where they ill treat us". Miniki roared getting worked up,"The police won’t let that happen,Iam respected as one of the most important species in India." Some neighbours chattered about the tiff and then Mr. Mic quitened the folks,"We are in trouble people , it’s not a time to offend each other"."I am sorry ,I really am.Didn’t mean to anger you",said Charu quietly to Miniki.
After a brief discussion,His Majesty pronounced the decision,"tommorrow morning at seven o’clock,let us all move on to the city.Please start early so that we’ll have enough time to find our way through the city.I hope we’ll all have enough time to pack up.I hope to see you all assembled at the same place tommorrow.I am signing off here".The sun rised in Sansura and the citizens dutifully assembled near the dried up lake. Mr. Mic came on the platform and announced,"As we start this journey with high spirits..." he added ruefully,"well.…..whatever is left of us,I want all of us to swear to stand by each other in the hurdles that await us.Do I have your word?" Then the shore rose in cheer,"You do!", they affairmed.
They started their journey walking on the cracked lake bed towards the northern suburb of Mumbai. They walked a few miles and halted at a bus stop , there , they found a board , close-by, that read," Mumbai consumes about 3000 million cubic litres of water everyday. So, please save water!" The whole of the town, by now, gathered around the‘guests’.The guests were more surprised at the board than the people were to see them.A man,still in his night clothes,shouted out,"Somebody call the zoo authorities.Look whats happening!" Jumbo,spoke up,"Please friends,help us out.Don’t call the zoo , we from the forests.Our place is literally dry , there is not a drop of water to drink.We would all like to share your habitat." By the time he finished speaking, smitten children were already climbing onto his tail and frolicing. The other animals too joined in with their pleas.
Another man, with leather jacket himself, from the crowd spoke up,"Sure,these animals need protection.It is a great chance for all of us to do our bit to care for the wild life and see to the ecological balance." Reeno, the monkey couldn’t follow a word of what he spoke but nodded anyway.Another lady from the crowd spoke,"Bhai saab,are you okay? How can we shelter these things, here ? We have no resources ourselves." A man in a cotton coat and cap,whispered winking to the‘animal-lover’,"Come on,Mr.Pai,what can these things do to bring us back to power? Why do you want to waste your time fighting for a non-issue?" The ‘animal–lover’quipped,getting agitated,"Your true colours are showing , finally.People like you derserve to be behind bars.Sir, please go through your record once again!" Then ,an old lady from the crowd shouted trembling,unaware of whom this man shouted at,"Get these animals into the Zoo and then go behind bars or where ever you like." A person in a white coat and thick glasses yelled out,"Oh no,please,let the monkeys be. We need them for the tests,our labs need more of them.Don’t you know,Med-plus Ltd. is researching for a wonder-drug?"
This verbal firing, on the road ,slowly grew into a chaos and people were throwing brick-bats all around .Charu the fox got his share of mud thrown at him.Ginie the cobra , got her share of beatings–both her body and...ego. She thought she was the most poisonous being on earth,till the-day-before.
The animals fled! Fled as fast as lightening! When they reached the edge of the forest,His majesty spoke,"Let us all rest in peace. Looks like the human beings have finally acquired our qualities. The world does not need us any more. We are jumping into the Arabian sea tommorrow. Let us enjoy our last night in Sansura.” The animals dispersed. The next day,all of them jumped into the sea. Too tired to swim , they gave in to death.
Lakshmi Vishwanathan
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