I was dying to write this, even before I finished this book. Usually, it doesn’t happen with me. I take my own comfortable time to articulate anything that I write, but this time it was different. I felt that if I fail to pen my feelings down at this very moment, I won’t be able to write about it in the same manner ever- this feeling won’t sustain. The full story can be read here
I just finished with the book ” Into the thin air”. I was willing to read some good stuff on mountaineering and mountains for a long time. While selecting this book, I did not pay much attention to the reviews and ratings, somehow the title of the book hit the chords.
Certainly, high altitude climbing is much more about the struggle of human survival against the diminishing oxygen. Every materialistic desire at the pinnacle seems futile. I wonder about this amazing feeling which is attained after bearing all the physical and mental breakage and sometimes even risking lives. It is appalling to read that towards the summit of Mt. Everest, climbers find the scattered human bodies, which will continue to mark their presence till the death of the universe. Perhaps there is no second chance to rectify the mistakes at a height of more than 28000 ft. It feels terrifying to continue with a journey that might ends up with some known fate. One starts a journey with twelve , and ends up with four ; but still the zest for conquering the summit is alive and the ascent continues. I guess this fearless attitude is only vital to mark the beginning of the ascent. But being fearless is not the only tool; there are some of the most brutal prices which one must pay to claim the presence on the highest point of Earth. Sometimes mountaineers make the toughest decision of leaving the living bodies alone on those heights, the bodies which are trapped under snow and just marking the presence of few signs of life. At such situations, it become necessary to negotiate the quantity of human lives which could be saved at the risk of just one. It seems cruel to leave someone to get killed just because at the cost of one, many other lives could be saved! But it is heart wrenching to imagine someone in that brutal and helpless situation. I guess these are all the prices which need to be paid to conquer the zenith because nothing comes without price. Watching our own body parts getting paralyzed and unresponsive are something which cannot be explained in writings but these are the emotional struggles for which these warriors are also well prepared.
“I conquered Everest not through my feet but through my brain” – I heard this from one of the best mountaineers in the history and it is so true. It is not only the struggle against physical potential but more about the struggle against mental strength. While reading this book, I cannot figure out the thin line between obsession and passion, for the mountains. I guess that such line doesn’t exist at those heights. It just vanishes .
It is so inspiring to know about the mountaineers who claim the highest summits on the Earth. I believe it teaches everything, right from the leadership and team building skills to never – say – die attitude.
So let’s conquer those peaks and master our own fear.
Every image has a story to tell. I picked this book few days back and was completely taken by the cover image. “Woman behind the veil “- beautiful face with powerful determination in those speaking eyes. I wasn’t aware of the plot of this novel so I picked this one just by looking at the cover image. And I must say every single vibe revealed through the image does complete justification to the story and journey of the protagonist in the novel
The hardship, struggle, pain and emotional turbulence suffered by a mother ” For the love of a Son”. When I read the complete novel then I realized that nothing can be perfect than this image to depict the boundless emotions and suffering of a mother, for the quest of her child stolen by his own father.
A strong headed young afghan woman who never bent down before the unacceptable circumstances developed in the soil of the land where she is born, made to suffer the unimaginable physical and mental torture by her own husband. The only hope of survival, her baby is also snatched by her husband. A mother’s quest for her stolen child and hatred for the beast of her life is completely justified by that powerful note of determination expressed through the image. I don’t know how far I have succeeded to depict the emotion and struggle of the warrior woman through my sketch, but it is necessary for me to do. Because I really can’t hold myself to do this once I read through the breathtaking struggle and survival hardship of a woman who is truly inspirational.
It’s really inspiring the way she lives her life on her own terms and conditions in an independent manner. But the challenges which life unfolded before her, sometimes scares me. It’s not possible for any ordinary soul to face the unbearable circumstances which life developed before her. A woman as a wife can handle and accept the rejection and abuse by her husband, but it’s the toughest pain for a mother to face the abuse and rejection by her child. For more than twenty years she suffers the pain to know about the well-being and whereabouts of her stolen baby and when the young boy finally appeared before her, one can never imagine the ground of hatred, negativity, revenge and filthiness cultivated in the innocent mind by the father for his mother. For the love of son she again suffers every torment by her own son to every possible extent that can be bear upon, but finally releases him to go on his own path rather than making him a part of her existing world, for the sake of it.
Extraordinary courage of the woman to face every extraordinary challenge of her life makes her confident, fearless and tough. But no mother’s heart is such strong to bear the extreme hatred and rejection by her own child. Maybe the pain can be overlooked from the beautiful face but it is impossible to overlook the wounded soul. We will ask for similar strength and courage from almighty, but there is also another truth that ” we will never want her story to be ours…”, rightly said by the author. Because if we will succeed to face it, it will nearly be impossible to prevent ourselves from the injuries which will remain forever till the last breath.
One of the best read that justifies and dignifies the Unconditional Love of Mother towards her Child.