Turn A Flame To A Fire

Hello everyone!

I was playing golf yesterday and hit a bad shot. I hit my ball above the ideal point of impact, causing it to slide across the grass rather unflatteringly. “Terrible”, I mumbled, only slightly infuriated with my abysmal display of skills. Regardless, the game had to continue.

I walked towards where the ball lay, continuously rebuking myself for giving up the chance of a birdie. But in the midst of this stress, my partner pointed out what I saw everyday on the golf course, but never noticed. She was smiling at the way the rays of the sun reflected off the white flowers in the grass.

This stirred a thought. If I had been playing on this course for 9 years, how is it that I had never stopped to admire these flowers? When I looked at them now, I was amazed by their petite beauty. “Woah!” I was momentarily shocked. Those small white flowers resembling feeble cotton, were coloured golden, and seemed to smile at every passerby. I smiled back. At this moment, I felt privileged. I felt so, because I had noticed the flowers and all they encompassed. If this beauty was displayed for everyone to see, I felt privileged to have found it.

But the irony lies in one question. Did I really need to find the flowers to spot them? After all, I had walked by them for years. However, I had not noticed them, and this is what made that moment special. Similarly, I do not need to look for inspiration in order to find it.

The humblest moment can provide inspiration for the grandest of things. In this particular situation, the sight of a few flowers caught in the sun inspired me to write a short piece, and unlocked a host of morals.

However, this moment of inspiration can be made special by a choice. I could either choose to merely revel in its joy, or turn it into to something larger than it was intended to be. By choosing the latter option, this impassioned moment is immortalised. The chain of events that follows may cause a ripple effect. It is then not only the initial recipient of inspiration, but several others who benefit from that one, small and humble moment. It was thus my choice. I could either let the flame continue to be a flame, or I could turn it into a fire. I chose the latter.

See you soon,

MayaSoul

[P.S. : Read, ‘Ode To A Nightingale’, by John Keats for a similar perspective]

Book Review #3

Hello everyone!

Today’s post is a review of a book I began reading four days ago, and finished today. It is: Once In A Lifetime by Danielle Steel. The book truly is a marvellous read, and a relatively light one. It is essentially a romance, but explores aspects of human nature and success beyond the purview of romance.

Once In A Lifetime, despite being light has a powerful essence which compels the reader to turn page after page. In a simple statement, it could be described as possessing a certain passion which establishes a connection with the reader. This is made possible by the protagonist of the novel, Daphne Fields; an author who displays these very qualities in her books.

It tells the story of Fields’s life, beginning with trauma, which persists throughout her life in the novel. The tragic loss of her husband, daughter, and later lover, result in chronic trauma and loss for Fields, who retires to lead a solitary life. Her only two companions are her special son, who cannot hear, and lonely secretary. The reader is given an insight into her life, portrayed in the form of a flashback, where she develops as a character in terms of strength, personality, success, and eventually finds companionship.

The most captivating aspect about the novel is probably the fact that the reader is given insights into every trivial detail of the protagonist’s life, and her mental and emotional disposition at the time. Her feelings and reactions to situations of love and loss, which circumstances mould into her fibre shape her persona. It is this persona, embodied by the fictional protagonist, that is imparted to the novel. The reader is bound to admire Daphne Fields, as she develops into the strongest character in the novel, offering a shoulder of support to all who knew her, and to the millions of readers of her books. However, the humility, and tenderness of her character lend to her an irresistible charm, that manifests itself as pure elegance.

Another fascinating aspect of Once In A Lifetime is the appropriateness of the title, and how this is constantly presented to the reader. No two situations in life are identical, but even though each one is different, it may not be less fulfilling. This could also be a description of the series of events in Fields’s life.

Lastly, I would describe the book as, ‘pleasantly powerful’. Challenges are confronted, and defeated. Laughter morphs into tears, which turn again to laughter. Voids are formed, and filled. This is the pulsating fibre and essence of the novel.

Thus, I would most definitely recommend this book to every reader, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Have a wonderful week!

See you soon,

MayaSoul

 

Poem #3 – The Song From Above

Hello everyone! Today’s post is another poem I wrote. It was also published in a magazine, and I hope you enjoy it. As my previous posts, I will briefly analyse the poem from my perspective, but it is definitely open to interpretation. Please do let me know your views!

THE SONG FROM ABOVE

I wrote with a passion,

It arose from the heart

It flowed through my veins,

It put a smile on my face.

 

I wrote with the trees,

They stood tall and gnarled

I witnessed the turmoil they saw,

And wondered what I was unhappy for.

 

I wrote with the rain,

As it fell−cold and wet

Yet it enlivened the grass,

Oh! My sadness was but a farce!

 

I wrote with the hills,

They rolled mile after mile

Stricken by their continuity,

I pondered the beauty of reality.

 

I wrote with the birds,

As they soared from their perch

Their journey remained to them unknown,

I smiled in the direction the wind had blown.

 

I wrote with a passion,

It arose from the stars

They brightened the bleakness of the dark,

They sang a song, as mighty as the lark.

-The End-

The poem speaks about several forces of nature that play a role in inspiring the speaker to write with a passion. Every force strengthens the speaker mentally, and emotionally. She already possesses a passion for writing, which she feels coursing through her veins. Every element of nature need not be a subject of a poem, hence the word, ‘with’. This word indicates the fact that the speaker writes alongside the trees, rain, hills, or birds. As these elements present themselves, the speaker is inspired by their uniqueness. Every living object of nature has a certain depth, which closely resembles the struggles a human being must face. Upon recognising and interpreting these struggles, the speaker draws strength, will, and courage to sense happiness and optimism. The mood of the poem is pleasant, optimistic, and continually evolving in a positive direction.

The reference to, ‘stars’, in the final stanza of the poem, indicates the fact that these heavenly bodies are too, a creation of nature. This reference sets the tone for the stanza and illustrates the appropriateness of the title, ‘The Song From Above’, for every element of nature is a gift from above. The stars represent an explicit example of the same. Since the speaker draws inspiration from heavenly gifts of nature, it follows that she derives this passion to write from above. However, since passion is an innate sensation, it indicates the connection every human being has with divinity. This connection is explored in, ‘The Song From Above’, through the speaker’s passion for writing, catalysed by pure elements of nature, for this forges a link with the purity of one’s innate soul; a divine creation beyond human understanding.

I hope you enjoyed the poem, and that it made you smile! Please let me know your views or any contrary interpretations you may have concluded in the comments section!

See you soon,

MayaSoul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book Review #2

Hello Everyone, today’s post is a book review of one of my favourite books: Doctors by Erich Segal

The book traces the lives of two protagonists, Barney Livingston and Laura Castellano, as they grow from being toddlers to adults aged forty. The best of friends, their friendship gradually adopts another nature; that of love. Both protagonists attend Harvard Medical School, which marks the beginning of the magical quality of, ‘Doctors’.

“Remember two single digits, ‘twenty six’. Gentlemen, I urge you to engrave this on the templete of your memories. There are thousands of diseases in the world but Medical Science has an empirical cure for only twenty six of them. The rest is guess work.” This is an excerpt from the prologue of Doctors, spoken by the Dean of Medical School. It is these words which set the tone for the circumstances, responses, and activities of most characters in the novel.

Doctors explores not only the lives of Barney and Laura, but also several peers and seniors at college, giving the book an impressive range of diversity, as it addresses the Civil Rights Movement led by Martin Luther King Junior, and the injustice prevalent at the time. An entire section of the book comprises a heartbreaking and impressing scene in Nazi Germany which sheds light on the plight of Jewish people in Germany, and of those who succeeded in immigrating to The United States Of America. This forms the background for one of the co-protagonists of the novel.

As characters of the book grow up before the reader, the latter is exposed to true genius, both of the characters and of the skill of the storyteller who has created multiple personalities, each distinct from the next. As the severe pressure of medical school bears down upon every student, each one responds differently, displaying expertise in various spheres, or some not at all.

What probably appealed to me most is the skill of the author, who has, through thoroughly comprehensive research, which can awe the reader to a great extent, has captured the lives of several Americans as they intertwine with each other and the demanding profession of medicine. The book could be said to possess a certain, ‘charisma’, which woos the reader to continue turning the page until there are none left.

I distinctly remember, that while reading Doctors, I felt as though the characters had ceased to be a part of fiction. They possessed a very real quality which made the reader feel what they were undergoing at a particular moment. The reader felt one with the novel, as he was immersed in its world.

The romance of Barney and Laura, which is stated in the summary is also a cardinal part of the book’s appeal. Once again, the reader is given the idea of a flawless romance, free of the possibility of separation, due to the immensely strong bond between the two characters. Their friendship lies at the core of the novel.

Doctors, is guaranteed to be not only a pleasurable, but also immensely impactful read, which leaves the reader with several questions, unsolved enigmas, and answers to the problems posed by the merciless world.

See you soon,

MayaSoul

 

Guiseppe: The Tiger

Hello everyone!

I know I haven’t posted in a month but I’m back now!

Today’s post is about a boy named Guiseppe.

Guiseppe was a below average boy who aspired to be a tiger. He was merely nine years old…how was he to achieve his dream? It was a dream all right, he thought of it one night as he slept. He was a flaming orange with stripes of charcoal, praying on the unsuspecting lamb. He was burning with a bright ecstasy, biding his time before his roar would be formidable even to the king of the jungle: the lion.

Guiseppe told his parents the next day. They told him two things.

“Tigers don’t live in the same jungle as lions son. Every lion is born a king. The tigers are dying. Every one is born a number.”

“Do you my son, want to kill that little lamb? You will learn this word in years to come. Just remember it: dystopia.”

So Guiseppe smiled and drank his glass of milk. He had a lot to think about in his fledgling brain of nine.

If every tiger was a number, was not each one counted? If every tiger was counted, was he, who aspired to be a tiger, counted? Guiseppe was one step closer to understanding that every king was known as ‘king’. Every tiger had a different number.

The second thing stirred young Guisippe’s conscience. It was the fact that he had dreamt of inflicting death. Was he, a young boy of nine capable of this? If every young tiger killed a grown lamb, would every lamb be counted as well? This brought to light one question; did he dream of an ecstatic tiger or a predatory carnivore? The answer remained an enigma long after he learnt the meaning of that one word: dystopia.

The word was a haunting phenomenon he dared not fathom. The choice lay with him. Dystopia, or a dream.

[References: William Blake’s, The Lamb (Songs Of Innocence), The Tyger (Songs Of Experience)]

See you soon,
MayaSoul