In a stream of consciousness mode ‘Glaring
Shadow’ is the self-account of the life and times of a man, who liquidates his
immense wealth only to consign it to the flames.The agony and ecstasy of his
life as he makes it big in our materialistic world and the way he loses his
soul in the bargain, only to regain it when tragedy strikes him makes one
ponder over the meaning of success in life. This
philosophical ‘novel of a memoir’ is a compelling read that is conducive to
contemplate about the nature and scope of human relationships.Chapter
Titles1. Glaring Shadow2. Pains of Regret3. Cradle of Life4. Outlook for Re-look5. Humbling Reality6. Orgies
of Love7. Pangs of Remorse8. Villainy
of Innocence9. Couple of a Kind10. A
Character of Sorts11. Moments of Poignance12. Enigma of Being13. Vignettes of a Village14. A Teacher of Note15. Brink of Incest16. Love-less Love17. Flights of Heart18 Gaffes of Youth19. Pats
and Slights20. An Emotional Affair21. The Harlot Zone22. A Lingering Longing23. Smallness of Bigness24. Disown to Own25. Sentiment of Ruin26. Enigma of Attraction27. Veneer of the Vile28. Swap for Nope29. Goring Syndrome
30. Back to the BasicsBook excerpt for a feel of its literary style:Glaring Shadow
He had the soul of our times, and is the namesake of many.
He tamed success by the scruff of its neck, only to fuel envy in our
neighborhood. When it seemed there was no stopping him, fate dealt him a deadly
blow in his early sixties. Besides losing his wife, son and daughter-in-law
with their children in that fatal road mishap, he found his leg mangled in the
debris of that Ferrari. The intensity of the pity all felt for him seemed to
match the magnitude of his loss, but as he became a recluse, his thought eluded
all, and in due course, his tragedy became a thing of the past. But, in time,
his intriguing behavior brought him back to the top of the page three in the
local media – why he had disposed off his lucrative real estate for a song that
left the realtors in the lurch. And as if to create a newsflash in the business
world, he had off-loaded his considerable stockholding, which sent the bulls
running for cover in the country’s bourses. Soon, even as the scrip was still
crunching in the bear hug, the closure of his umpteen bank accounts earned him
the national headlines, as it heralded a first rate liquidity crisis in the
country’s banking system. But even in that gloomy setting, it cost me a fortune
to acquire his palatial bungalow the outhouse of which he had retained.
When I called on him for chitchat that morning, I was
shocked to see him shredding mounds of money lying beside him. Unmindful of my
protests, as he picked up another wad of notes, I snatched it from him as if it
were the money I paid through my nose. However, getting hold of another set,
when he resumed his destructive regimen, I said it was absurd that the toil of
a lifetime should be laid waste thus. Maybe, to clear my vision as well as to
set his mind at rest, he unwound himself, which I would rewind for man to
readjust his clock of life. But then why not reveal his name when he is worth
writing about? It’s because, the value of this tale lies not in his name,
hallowed though, but in the hollowness of life he had led that is even as his
name became a synonym for fame. However, if someone were to guess who it is, so
be it.
“My tragedy brought to the fore the falsities of life,” he
began melancholically. “How sickening it was to sense the anxiety of those to
step into the shoes of my lost heirs. If only they stopped at that, and not
stooped further, wouldn’t I have taken them as the necessary evils of my
aimless life! But they began to believe that they had a case for cause of
action to file a suit in the court for their share in the spoils of my life.
Let them go in for a writ if they want to, how I care now. What is the
injunction they are going to get from the court but to maintain the status quo.
Better still if the court were to grant them this shredded stuff; won’t that
save me the bother of scavenging it. But then, why blame them? How I failed to
see that the self-worthy will not ingratiate themselves, and that it is the
self-serving that cater to the egos of the egotists. Won’t the upright seem
arrogant to the egotistic, served by the servility of the spongers. Oh, by
letting success go to my head, how I began to condescend to descend to the
principled folks, who tend to occupy the middle order. Didn’t Napoleon say,
‘The surest way to remain poor is to be an honest man” and, anyway, they are
few and far between as Shakespeare had averred “Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
picked out of ten thousand”.
“Maybe in our age
of the billionaires, the ratio could as well be one in a million.”
“You may not be off the mark after all,” he said. “Aren’t
more and more people getting exposed to the temptations of money these days,
and don’t I know how difficult it is to resist the temptation of the moolah.
More so, as it appears, Mammon and Bacchus have pushed Venus to the backbench
of life. Well, warming up to the dubious, didn’t I make it appear that only
those who courted me counted? But why would sane minds court the empty heads
any way? But still, I didn’t care that my attitude distanced the discerning,
even Anand my nephew I was fond of, and he was the last to know of my tragedy.
Why not, won’t it take time for news to trickle down to the distant relations?
When he came to offer his condolences, how my troubled conscience was solaced
by the empathy I saw in his eyes! What a contrast it was with the put-ons of
others underscored with their eyes-on-my-heirless-wealth! It was as if his
ethos had placed my derailed life back on its ethical tracks. How I pleaded
with him to become the prince of my domain and the inheritor of my fortune, and
it was only when he declined my offer, did I realize what a pauper I was in
spite of my riches.”
“Don’t tell me he’s a saint not wanting to be one of the
richest on earth. Maybe, it’s his weird way of getting even with you.”
“You may know that he values love above all else, and that’s
saintly, isn’t it?” he said. “He’s skeptical about the senseless wealth for its
malefic affects on the ethos of his life, and what’s worse, the questionable
quality of those that it ushers into one’s life. While his modest station in
life keeps off the axe-grinders and the gold-diggers from trespassing into his
life to his hurt, he’s afraid that the halo of my bequeathal would change all
that for it might make him a false deity flocked by the dubious gang. That used
to be my philosophy of life as well. I always wanted a woman to enter into my
life, pulled by my persona and not seduced by my wealth for I know women have a
weakness for successful men. Well for my part, I always had a weakness for
desirable women. When Ruma wanted me to own her and her riches as well, for
good or for bad, it all changed forever, but now, how I wish I had his
pragmatism to love and to life. Whatever, that monetary rise was the beginning
of my moral fall.”
“But money can bring the best out of man and I’ve a cousin
to name for that,” I said.“When he was a man of modest means, he pestered me no end for a paltry sum he
lent me but now he’s a silent donor of millions. I guess that it was his
insecurity then that made him petty in spite of his being large-hearted. Why,
it’s the hand that holds the money that shapes its character and not the other
way round.”
“And sadly for my money it fell into my frivolous hands,” he
said staring at the heap. “When I said
at his refusal what I was to do with all the money, Anand said in jest that I
might as well hang myself with it. Oh, if only he had told me how to go about
it; can one make a rope out of a wad of a trillion? Why money is paper and rope
is coir; money can buy rope but can’t make one on its own; which is stronger
then, money that buys rope or the rope that gets sold for money? Yet all the
money in the world cannot tie a monkey? But strangely it can bind man, even the
Herculean one! Or is it that man himself submits to money, thinking that he
would be weak without it. Oh, how I acquired wealth to feel strong and appear
so to Ruma. But what money did to me than making me a weakling? What of this
impulse to destroy that, which I had accumulated all my life. Can I become
strong by shredding the stuff? Maybe, am I not rooting out the cause of my
bane? How my hands have begun to ache already, and I’ve so much more to shred
still! Wonder why didn’t I feel any strain at all accumulating all that wealth;
what a heady feeling, the sense of success is! Why did I let the glaring shadow
of success eclipse my soul? Maybe I would never know. But now, wiser for the
myth of wealth don’t I see the falsity of fame in which I had been gloating
over.”
“You seem to be shaken really.”
“I was in a slumber till Anand stirred my soul in showing me
the reality of life,” he said reflectively. “And what a shock it was.”
“Maybe it paves the way to unburden yourself.”
“Isn’t it strange that unburdening itself is a burden for
me,” he bemoaned. “How tiring it is to destroy all that I had built, so to say,
over my dead soul. Whatever, can one either build much or destroy enough with
bare hands. Maybe as business machines generate wealth, we need money munches
to devour it. But all I’ve is a pair of scissors.”
“If ever you get to invent one, I don’t see any takers for
it and that saves the bother of patenting it.”
“Surely sense of humor helps,” he said trying to get up from
his chair to reach the bureau. “How I forgot I needed crutches, don’t I have
the ghost leg still? Even after exorcizing the devil of wealth, I may have to
put up with it for long. And that speaks about the power of habit that is the
bane of man. Didn’t I develop the habit of making money to impress Ruma, only
to go down on the road of doom? Wasn’t my sense of insecurity to retain her
love that was behind all that? But then, how admirably did Anand lead his wife
Anitha through the travails of life.”
“If you don’t mind my being frank with you,” I said
involuntarily, “your tone betrays your jealousy couched by the admiration of
him. It’s also clear that you wished Ruma was cast in Anitha’s mold.”
“I like your perceptivity, the acme of sensitive writing,”
he said and added reflectively. “Don’t I know you aspire to be a writer? Your
muse willing, maybe my life can inspire you to make a memoir of it. If so, pray
not give away those who came into my life and I too, but for a slip of the
tongue, won’t name any save those you are already in the know. Name them as
your fancy suggests, and what’s in a name as Shakespeare had said.”
“Why it’s an idea, and as Abhishek Bachchan says, it can
change one’s life,” I said enthusiastically. “Let me take notes,”
“Why
not you give it a try as I glean through the glaring show of my life in all its
myriad shades,” he said handing me a writing pad. Views: 437
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