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my kid sister pinged me at 1am in the night... on one of the popular social media sites. (to admit sheepishly - i was also online..at that late hour.. bad for health..anyway). We had not spoken for last six months, for no specific reason..Just that we did not speak.
so she sent a message which popped up on the screen - and i read this - 'arey !!! kya kar rahe hain.. ' then wrote again without waiting - ' hum kal movie ja rahe hain..' ...'..uspe based hai..last leaf..' ..' yaad hai apko.. ' (these kids are very fast on keywords..)
i recited the story to them. some 13 years back. I was a good narrator then. ( i may still be but is not of much value..i earn my living through concrete and fit out work ).
Stories engage. They are all around us. One glance at them and they stick to the psyche ..for infinity..
extracts from - ..the last leaf.. by O'Henry
..stories are like that...
PS-1 : To respect the great author, to have actual enjoyment of this great literary work.. kindly read the full story..
PS-2 : the kid sister i mentioned, is a 19 year young CA aspirant. that day she wrote further " ..i rem it perfectly!! "... And I.. the one who, in some fancy, thought he is still a lad,.. recorded that as a complement.
they call me Billa..
my kid sister pinged me at 1am in the night... on one of the popular social media sites. (to admit sheepishly - i was also online..at that late hour.. bad for health..anyway). We had not spoken for last six months, for no specific reason..Just that we did not speak.
so she sent a message which popped up on the screen - and i read this - 'arey !!! kya kar rahe hain.. ' then wrote again without waiting - ' hum kal movie ja rahe hain..' ...'..uspe based hai..last leaf..' ..' yaad hai apko.. ' (these kids are very fast on keywords..)
i recited the story to them. some 13 years back. I was a good narrator then. ( i may still be but is not of much value..i earn my living through concrete and fit out work ).
Stories engage. They are all around us. One glance at them and they stick to the psyche ..for infinity..
extracts from - ..the last leaf.. by O'Henry
'........Behrman was a failure in art. Forty years he had
wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his
Mistress's robe. He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never
yet begun it. For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a
daub in the line of commerce or advertising. He earned a little by serving as a
model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a
professional. He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming
masterpiece. For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly
at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting
.......
......................................But, lo! after the
beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong
night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last
one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted
with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some
twenty feet above the ground............
...................The next day the doctor said to Sue:
"She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's
all."...................................
"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I
thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall
to-day, and I shall die at the same
time."..........................................
"I have something to tell you, white mouse,"
she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was
ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his
room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and
icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And
then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged
from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow
colors mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on
the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew?
Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that
the last leaf fell."
[courtsey - the literature network.]
.you read it earlier. right!! or at least saw it in some book..which you never lifted to read.. but still you know this story... and it's in you ...throughout ..your routine..years passed off.. your silence on it ....stories are like that...
PS-1 : To respect the great author, to have actual enjoyment of this great literary work.. kindly read the full story..
PS-2 : the kid sister i mentioned, is a 19 year young CA aspirant. that day she wrote further " ..i rem it perfectly!! "... And I.. the one who, in some fancy, thought he is still a lad,.. recorded that as a complement.
...Hindi Film Lootera of [2013] is partly based on this story.
ReplyDeletequite an engaging enterprise that was! don't know if you consider chetan bhagat as a real story teller kind of material but you two share a similar style of narration-slice-of-life.
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ReplyDeletewhy don't you paint a "Last Multiplex".
ReplyDeletehello Gadget mania... we will..paint.. surely ... the lasts of many .. and the firsts of more than them...
ReplyDelete...dear all let's decide the colour pallate.. how about starting with painting those yellow.. and Begin A rebel..
"You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.”
ReplyDeleteyour kid sister must be a very good listener.
ReplyDeleteyuun shidaat se likhna teri ibadat hai
ReplyDeletetere hunar ki tareef karna meri aadat hai
waise itna lamba article panda mere liye ek shahadat hai
badi mushkilon se padhta hoon tere itne lambe shab....
warna kitaaboon se door rehna meri fitrat hai.......
wow!! you really wrote so much .. itna toh board exam ke paper mein nahin likha hoga..??
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