I am creating a post simply because I have time and have nothing to do but wait for others to do their job. But the results are with me and the final impact is quite clear, I will be very late to get home today. This happens more frequently than I would like and each time, as the fact that I would be stuck in office for the most flimsiest of reasons sink in, a tsunami of emotions well up in my mind accompanied by a tide of acidity in my stomach. Since these are unhealthy, I have tried to control my emotions and thus the gastronomic discomfort. However, bottling up emotions do not achieve anything and so I am trying to put a positive spin on my fortune.
I thought I would contemplate on the two novels written by Malayattoor Ramakrishnan that I have read. From amongst his oeuvre, I have read only "Yanthram" and "Yakshi", so it is not a fair way to judge or measure any author, let one one as prolific and acclaimed as Malayattoor. It is very obvious that I am not qualified to judge an author of such high calibre, so I would like to restrict myself to what I experienced while reading the book and how I felt about it.
Beautiful but terrible, that is the easiest way to describe "Yakshi". In every line, there is a sense of fear mixed with dejection. Even when there is hope, you know that there is a cloud of darkness that is growing stronger and since I was reading this at a time of great mental and physical discomfort for me, the novel brings back painful memories. But one thing that the novel abundantly makes clear is that it is neither the physical trauma nor its impact on his visage that drives the protagonist, but the loss of confidence and the resultant inferiority complex. Although it could be considered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I feel that there is more to the inferiority complex.
Although the actions of the protagonist have no similarities to what I did during that period, the gloom, dread, sense of despair were common which were amplified by my state of helplessness. I was stuck in a big city, alone and the "small fish in a big pond" had scared me no end. To the protagonist in "Yakshi", it was the mental trauma caused by an accident that pushes his mind to fill up with gloom and dread, which then starts to carve him apart from the inside. I realised I was doing something similar to myself and hence tried to handle it in a better way. It was all in my mind and it was definitely controllable if I just could accept reality.
However, I realised that I could not do anything to get a grip on my mind till the tide turned in my life. I was helpless and my life was at the mercy of everyone but me- the city, the job I had chosen, the people I lived, worked and travelled with- had more control over my fate than me. This is where I met Balachandran from "Yanthram"- someone who was able to hang on to the unstable, big and uncertain world into which he was suddenly thrown into. Although he loses who he is, gets sidelined frequently and even loses a sense of what is right and wrong, he does survive. But the terms of his survival are not his, they are determined by his own inferiority complex, a sense of desparation to do something remarkable and also his selfishness. I could not let these conquer me.
I realised I needed one thing to go well, a straw at which I can clutch and climb my way out of the pit I had dug my mind into. I was eventually able to do that and for now, I am still above ground.
I thought I would contemplate on the two novels written by Malayattoor Ramakrishnan that I have read. From amongst his oeuvre, I have read only "Yanthram" and "Yakshi", so it is not a fair way to judge or measure any author, let one one as prolific and acclaimed as Malayattoor. It is very obvious that I am not qualified to judge an author of such high calibre, so I would like to restrict myself to what I experienced while reading the book and how I felt about it.
Beautiful but terrible, that is the easiest way to describe "Yakshi". In every line, there is a sense of fear mixed with dejection. Even when there is hope, you know that there is a cloud of darkness that is growing stronger and since I was reading this at a time of great mental and physical discomfort for me, the novel brings back painful memories. But one thing that the novel abundantly makes clear is that it is neither the physical trauma nor its impact on his visage that drives the protagonist, but the loss of confidence and the resultant inferiority complex. Although it could be considered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I feel that there is more to the inferiority complex.
Although the actions of the protagonist have no similarities to what I did during that period, the gloom, dread, sense of despair were common which were amplified by my state of helplessness. I was stuck in a big city, alone and the "small fish in a big pond" had scared me no end. To the protagonist in "Yakshi", it was the mental trauma caused by an accident that pushes his mind to fill up with gloom and dread, which then starts to carve him apart from the inside. I realised I was doing something similar to myself and hence tried to handle it in a better way. It was all in my mind and it was definitely controllable if I just could accept reality.
However, I realised that I could not do anything to get a grip on my mind till the tide turned in my life. I was helpless and my life was at the mercy of everyone but me- the city, the job I had chosen, the people I lived, worked and travelled with- had more control over my fate than me. This is where I met Balachandran from "Yanthram"- someone who was able to hang on to the unstable, big and uncertain world into which he was suddenly thrown into. Although he loses who he is, gets sidelined frequently and even loses a sense of what is right and wrong, he does survive. But the terms of his survival are not his, they are determined by his own inferiority complex, a sense of desparation to do something remarkable and also his selfishness. I could not let these conquer me.
I realised I needed one thing to go well, a straw at which I can clutch and climb my way out of the pit I had dug my mind into. I was eventually able to do that and for now, I am still above ground.
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