Book Review
The story in general –
Can death be ever made into a story? A story that takes away
the hearts of millions?
One might argue that it’s the ideas of Morrie and the
philosophies of life that he has preached in this book but it is also
undeniably the style of narrative – simple and so authentic which makes it
appear like a song, as if Morrie the coach is sitting beside us and whispering
the secrets of living straight into our ears. It’s soothing and warm and so
very personal.
If Morrie’s lessons make the book what it is, it’s Mitch’s
narrative that makes us feel them.
The author has in the entire story made the silence speak.
From noting the gestures and ever-changing moods and expressions of his beloved
professor to capturing something as small as public expression at the Logan
airport with no air-conditioning, or Morrie’s kitchen counter having all kinds
of notes and medical instructions, he has made every effort to make the story
sound natural.
Mitch is observant. He realizes how a human touch is a
therapy for comfort.
‘A slightest human contact was immediate joy.’
It’s also a moment of pride when the philosophies of the
father of our nation touches human hearts worldwide and also finds mention in
this book –
‘Each night when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning when I wake
up, I am reborn.’ – Mahatma Gandhi
In Mitch’s own words – it’s a story of a ‘dying man talking to living
man, telling him what he should know.’
The novel unfolds the beauty of a teacher-student
relationship which doesn’t always need to be serious or preachy but can be
friendly, humane and fun –
Like when Mitch is trying to aid his professor in his
physiotherapy, he had to hit his back and Morrie says – ‘I knew you always wanted to hit
me.’
Mitch jokes along – ‘yeah, this is for that B you gave me
sophomore year!’
The author is curious in questioning nature with its
miracles – ‘how could there be life in
his beard when it was draining everywhere else?’
In the end the story leaves us in tears thinking how lucky
Mitch has been, wondering if we had somebody in our lives to guide us like
that, a mentor who would call us ‘Dear Player…’!
But then Mitch still misses his coach, after his death. Were
all his questions seeking meaning of life addressed? I don’t think so as in the
end he witnesses – ‘the teaching goes on!’
If we aren’t so lucky to find one mentor in life, we can
still seek to make a community. Like Michelle Obama says in her speeches, how
it served her well or can learn lessons from everyone around us – friends,
parents, children, ourselves, our mistakes and life in general. We just need to
listen.
The Message -
The story dares us asking some basic questions
involved with death – when it comes, are we ready for it? Are we living in
self-denial? What are we doing to value our life of which death is the
inevitable destination?
The professor of Mitch’s story has a unique approach to
death. Unique it is, not because the Budhhist philosophy that he preaches about a
bird on the shoulder reminding of death is unbeknownst but because Morrie practices
it with utmost sincerity, every single day of his life as death closes in on
him and tells us why it is important to practice it also when we are young ,
when death might not be as close.
His lesson makes Mitch
ponder - “I tried to see what he saw. I
tried to see time and seasons, my life passing in slow motion.”
He teaches his student how close we become to nature
when we are dying slow, that grieving has the healing power, how family is all
about love and support, a firm ground we can fall back on, ‘a spiritual
security’. The
impermanence of all things makes it important for us to practice detachment, by allowing any emotion to fully
penetrate our beings and leave us detached.
“Without love, we are all birds with broken wings”.
Morrie says
and quotes Aden
the great poet –
“Love each other or perish.”
“Love each other or perish.”
And the crux Mitch draws
from the last thesis of his life with his old professor –
·
To be more open
·
To
ignore the lure of advertised values
·
To
pay attention when your loved ones are speaking, as if it were the last time you might hear them.
·
There's
is no such thing as ‘too-late’ in life. Morrie was changing until the day he
said good-bye.
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