Rain

Last fifteen days, have been some good rains in Tripoli.

 

In this time, we went through Ruskin Bond’s collections- Rain in the Mountains and A season of Ghosts

The writer -considered India’s Wordsworth in Prose writes beautifully about Water and in his stories makes pertinent comments on post colonial society as seen in the passages below

 

The joy of water

rain in mountains
I stayed there for hours, watching the water descend, drop by drop, into a tiny casement in the rocks. Each drop reflected creation. That same spring, I later discovered, joined other springs to form a swift, tumbling stream, which went cascading down the hill into other streams until, in the plains, it became a part of a rive. And that river flowed into another mightier river that kilometers later emptied into the ocean. Be like water, taught Lao-tzu, philosopher and founder of Taoism. Soft and limpid , it finds its way through, over or under any obstacle. It does not quarrel; it simply moves on

From-Rain in the mountains-Notes from Himalayas-Ruskin Bond

Discussion

Try to be like water…we have to find our way..times are not good.

 

Who killed the Rani (Queen)?

season of ghosts-ruskin bond

Even if the guilty one was known to the entire butcher fraternity in Mussoorie, these people were loyal to one another and would not readily disclose their knowledge to the police.

Keemat reflected that this attitude was a relic of colonial times when the police had been looked upon as a willing instrument of foreign oppression. Now, though it was over twenty-five years since Independence, the police were still unpopular. They had not, of course, always acted with fairness and impartiality. The many cases of corruption and excesses that had come to light had all but convinced the ordinary man that it was best to keep at a safe distance from the long- and sometimes-crooked arm of the law. Thus, even a conscientious and fundamentally decent individual like Keemat Lal found the going difficult in any sort of investigation.

Discussion

A deep reflection on imperialism, post colonial society.

In Libya –Italy, Serbia-Ottomans, India-British

 

 

 

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