tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post8797544587101636677..comments2023-05-31T06:39:01.787-07:00Comments on Sunnycaves: A NIGHTINGALE IN FLAMESharcharan bainshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01004823777396062116noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post-68630202400044749682010-01-22T00:18:37.498-08:002010-01-22T00:18:37.498-08:00Kindly let me know if anywhere i have misunderstoo...Kindly let me know if anywhere i have misunderstood.. <br />One more thing, can you please follow my blog Sir so that I could reach you easily?<br /><br />With Warm Regards,<br />DJ.IIBIRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853660735695867325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post-52597870135489415082010-01-21T23:40:28.585-08:002010-01-21T23:40:28.585-08:00“Nightingale”- first thing is that you have chosen...“Nightingale”- first thing is that you have chosen a beautiful creature to base your story on, a perfect one to get into the traps of illusions. I just wondered if you would have chosen a ‘Tiger’ who even after falling into the traps fights back, indeed, not easy. But even being a weak and innocent by heart she was aware that ‘Something inside her said that though the sounds of the city were indeed music, it was music she could not enjoy.’ Like every individual is very much aware of the fact that what is wrong and what is right. But the moment she said “May be, this is because I have not been taught to enjoy music,” she completely ignored her consciousness and that’s where her mistake lies. <br />‘But something inside her continued to say that music could not be taught, that it was like the winds that blew the river that flowed, the flowers that blossomed without the need of learning.’ See like every one of us knows what is right she’s also aware if it but……. Like every one of us she ignored. Later on she completely fell into the traps of illusion and thought that she has now found the true happiness of life… like we find in luxuries and material world. <br />I just love the connection you made b/w nightingale and children, could be seen as Wordsworth’s romanticism but not exactly. The difference b/w the both is that “they didn’t know the difference between a scorpion and a cockroach, not even the difference between a scorpion and a wild flower.” but nightingale did know and that’s why the doubt about reality of life arouses in her which led her to so much of suffering. Children are too innocent to doubt that. But unfortunately even after knowing the fact that she feels more close to children, she could not understand that the reality is from where she has started. <br />Rest of the story is just beautifully written to show precisely how a person falls into the trap of so called illusionary-reality but Sir Ji sorry to say I’m not satisfied with the end of the story, may be other people are. As I said earlier if it would have been a ‘Tiger’ the story might have been different. The realization of self at the end by nightingale is questionable. Thought the faith comes with total surrender, surrendering not to the life ‘as it is’ but to the cause you are made to work on. Nightingale is no doubt a seeker of truth but she is not a fighter or healer which is simultaneously needed to attain the highest happiness of life. When I say ‘fighter’ it doesn’t mean fighting for your right but it means fighting for ‘Law’, ‘Religion’ or ‘Justice’. Like Arjuna did in Mahabharata for Krishna [God] to preserve ‘Justice’ [Law or religion].IIBIRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853660735695867325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post-48500402007684988182010-01-20T02:07:43.248-08:002010-01-20T02:07:43.248-08:00Nice story... the kind that makes you ache in the ...Nice story... the kind that makes you ache in the pit of stomach somehow. Guess, everyone at some point of time has made to 'stand to the centre'<br /><br />Not 'Stand to the center' for honor but for the shame, for being different.We all pay the mortgage. Don't we? Your story reminded me of Jonathan Livingston Seagull..Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09421619665583066298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post-46286593952860894282010-01-15T06:41:20.106-08:002010-01-15T06:41:20.106-08:00Donald Banerjee said...
Spoken from the heart. Ha...Donald Banerjee said...<br /><br />Spoken from the heart. Hats off to your narration of Nightingale in flames in your own inimitable style. The following lines stand out ....exploitation of the passion flower.....media impact...and hallucination of sick childish minds.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09665826079789123040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post-37642474484205130962010-01-14T03:40:50.430-08:002010-01-14T03:40:50.430-08:00Rejoiced the short story, felt the pain of a being...Rejoiced the short story, felt the pain of a being good & innocent.Prof. Harpreethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17179424410818670992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9110841863866051694.post-6953307884928485802010-01-13T18:35:29.513-08:002010-01-13T18:35:29.513-08:00Another amazingly beautiful creation for your read...Another amazingly beautiful creation for your readers!b&bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04971646896066759106noreply@blogger.com