Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Zindagi na milegi dobara !

Zindagi na milegi dobara !

My first Hindi movie outside of India (on the big screen). That itself is probably reason enough to remember it for a long time but somehow that seems like the least important reason right now.

I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Probably, because it was a surprise for me as I went in for it knowing nothing but the Director's name. And one tends to appreciate the good things that come unannounced more than the good things that come with an appointment....

So it made an impression on me.

I loved the movie for the thought that lies behind it. I love the one thought that runs through the movie.

I wish i could be as carefree as Farhan Akhtar's character was in the movie. But no. I am not. I am more like the character played by Hrithik Roshan. Guarded, determined, hard working, organized (except for the money-loving part). I am all of these and more as I battle against everything that life throws at me, telling myself that i will take a break once I reach a certain point, when i get to that place where i want to be. Seemed like such a wise thing to do till i heard the question - "why do you think you will live to that point ?" Why make an assumption ? And I sure was tongue tied... ! All my life i told myself that i will take a break and have fun and fulfill all my dreams, when i get to---- ! But i have no reason to believe that I will live once i get to ---.

Its difficult to let go and just live in the moment. To forget about tomorrow or yesterday but I am learning my lessons. And someday, i should be able to live totally and completely in the present. Till then I am going to remind myself - "Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara" !

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Pighlay neelam sa behta hua yeh sama,
Neeli neeli si khamoshiyan;
Na kahin hai zameen,
Na kahin aasmaan;
Sarsaraati hui tehniyaan, pattiyaan;
Keh rahi hain ki bas ek tum ho yahaan,
Sirf main hoon, meri saansein hain, aur meri dhadkanein;
Aisi gehraiyaan,
Aisi tanhaiyaan,
Aur main sirf main
Apne honay pe mujhko yaqeen aa gaya…

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Ik baat honton tak hai jo aayi nahi,
Bas ankhon say hai jhaankti,
Tumse kabhi, mujhse kabhi,
Kuch lafz hain woh maangti,
Jinko pehanke honton tak aa jaaye woh,
Aawaaz ki baahon mein baahein daalke ithlaye woh
Lekin jo yeh ik baat hai,
Ehsaas hi ehsaas hai…

Khushboo si hai jaise hawa mein tairti,
Khushboo jo be-aawaaz hai;
Jiska pata tumko bhi hai,
Jiski khabar mujhko bhi hai;
Duniya se bhi chupta nahin,
Yeh jaane kaisa raaz hai.

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Ik baat honton tak hai jo aayi nahi,

Bas ankhon say hai jhaankti,
Tumse kabhi, mujhse kabhi,
Kuch lafz hain woh maangti,
Jinko pehanke honton tak aa jaaye woh,
Aawaaz ki baahon mein baahein daalke ithlaye woh
Lekin jo yeh ik baat hai,
Ehsaas hi ehsaas hai…

Khushboo si hai jaise hawa mein tairti,
Khushboo jo be-aawaaz hai;
Jiska pata tumko bhi hai,
Jiski khabar mujhko bhi hai;
Duniya se bhi chupta nahin,
Yeh jaane kaisa raaz hai.

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Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;
Nazar mein khwabon ki bijliyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;
Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise aazad rehno sikho,
Tum ek dariya ke jaise lehron mein behna sikho,
Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni bhaayein,
Har ek pal ek naya samha dekhen yeh nigahaein,
Jo apni aankhon mein hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;
Dilon mein tum apni betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum;

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Note to self...

I recently ended up reading Maya Angelou's "Letter to my daughter". Yes, I am late in reading Maya Angelou but better late than never. The book is interesting in many ways as it gives you glimpses of the writer's life and also the lessons learnt from them in these tiny nuggets. In some ways, it is the distillate her life, her trials and tribulations seen with the benefit of hindsight.

There were a few things that lingered on with me after reading the book, but this particular chapter somehow struck a chord when i first read it during my bus ride in the morning. The reason It struck a chord is probably because this is one issue that keeps cropping up every now and then - the matter of social propriety vs honesty.

In my early days on coming to the US, one of the first things I noticed was the exchange of greetings among strangers. Everyone would begin with "Hi ! How are you ? How has your day been going ?". It certainly was a pleasant novelty to start with, since in India, talking to strangers was something you were taught against even before you learnt how to talk. But then with time, I noticed that even though the question was asked, no one really waited for the answer or even heard it. It was just another meaningless social custom followed by habit and with no greater interest whatsoever. Once that realization hit me, this seemingly pleasant ritual became a sham that I no longer wanted to be a part of. So I no longer voluntarily participate in these conversations and when I do, I wait for the answer and listen to the words, than just the sounds. This note starts with this custom and then touches on the question of honesty and diplomacy that have been the fulcrum of many of my disagreements with people over time. And as i read her words, I realized that they echoed my sentiments to good measure. Of course, I do not care to tell off people for their dress sense and style unless specifically asked but whenever i do state my views, I try to be as close to the truth as I see it. Of course, I have also learnt that while truth is essential, tact is necessary too. After all, I state the truth not to intentionally hurt someone but simply because i care enough to not lie. And so in someways, this note dealt with some of the questions I have often dealt with in my personal struggles with social norms, etiquette and propriety.

"My mother, Vivian Baxter, warned me often not to believe that people really want the truth when they ask, "How are you?". She said that the question was asked around the world in thousands of languages and most people knew that it is simply a conversation starter. No one really expects to be answered, or even wants to know "Well, my knees feel like they are broken. And my back hurts so bad I could fall down and cry." A response like that would be a conversation stopper. It would end before it could begin. So we all say, "fine, thank you and you ?"

I believe in that way we learn to give and receive social lies. We look at friends how have lost dangerous amounts of weight or who have added ungainly pounds and we say, "You are looking good." Everybody knows the statement is a blatant lie but, we all swallow the untruth in part to keep the peace and in part because we do not wish to deal with the truth. I wish we could stop that little lies. I don't mean that one has to be brutally frank. I don't believe that we should be brutal about anything, however it is wonderfully liberating to be honest. One does not have to tell all that one knows, but we should be careful what we do is the truth.

Let us bravely say to our young women, "That raggedy hairstyle may be trendy, but it is also unattractive. It is not doing anything for you." And let us say to our young men "Your shirt tail hanging out from under your jacket does not make you look cool, it just makes you look unkempt and uncared for." Some Hollywood fashion police decided recently that appearing in wrinkled clothes with half shaven faces was sexy because it made men look like they had just arisen. The fashionistas were both right and wrong. The disheveled look does make the person appear to have just gotten out of bed, but they are also wrong because that look is not sexy, it is just tacky.

The nose, nipple and tongue rings are the possession of the very young who are experimenting. While I dont like them, they don't bother me much because I know that most of the youth will grown older and join the social sets in which they work and live. The rings will be discarded and the young people will pray that the holes heal over so that they will not have to explain to their own teenagers why the holes were put their in the first place.

Let's tell the truth to the people. When people ask, "How are you," have the nerve sometimes to answer truthfully. You must know however, that people will start avoiding you because they too have knees that pain them and heads which hurt and they don't want to know about yours. But think of it this way, if people avoid you, you will have more time to meditate and do fine research on a cure for whatever truly afflicts you."

Saturday, July 9, 2011

From the Quirky thumb to the QWERTY keyboard...

Biology, Technology and Culture - the three things that in more ways than one define our existence today.

Biology of course arose as a result of the well known and well understood Darwinian Selection where the struggle for the "Survival of the Fittest" leads to the evolution of forms with greater and greater adaptation to the changing world systems. Now this is a subject where one can write volumes of books with numerous examples, exceptions, theories, principles etc. But lack of time, energy, effort and more importantly knowledge force me to limit my ramblings on this subject to the barest minimum. The point of relevance of course is that the forces of natural selection which drive evolution are limited by the availability of raw material. This means that selection pressure can only act on already existing variations, and not "design" something altogether new. These tiny variations in existing form arise due to mutagenic events which confer a phenotypic change. And then this pre-existing pool of variation gets subject to the forces of natural selection to generate diverse forms. In fact, as SJ Gould says, "the complex and curious pathways of history guarantee that most organisms cannot be designed optimally. Indeed, to make an even stronger statement, imperfections are the primary proofs that evolution has occurred...". This principle of imperfection in biology has been interestingly named by Gould as the Panda principle to honor the example of design imperfection as seen in a Panda's unique thumb. I would have probably been more anthropocentric and would have probably chosen "the appendix principle" or "the pain in the back" principle but then Gould was ahead of me in time and thought and I will stick with his terminology.... ;)

To summarise the Panda's thumb, Pandas are herbivorous descendants of carnivorous bears whose anatomical thumbs were committed to limited motion suited to their carnivorous lifestyle. However, a Panda's adaptive diet of bamboos requires greater manipulation with the appendages and this required some redesigning. Since the Panda's anatomical thumb was irrevocably committed to a different morphology, they developed an enlarged radial sesamoid bone of their wrist as a false thumb, serving a similar function but having a very different origin. So while the enlarged sesamoid is a sub-optimal structure, it functions and serves the pandas fairly well. And thus change in the panda's biology was in someways limited by their history.

Culture. Now culture is yet another constantly changing aspect of human existence. In fact, it is a well accepted notion that while biology changes in a Darwinian manner, human culture evolves based on Lamarckian principles which entail the inheritance of acquired characters. What it simply means is that the changes/advancements in human culture are transmitted from one generation to another through education, publication, word of mouth etc. Consequently, cultural evolution is faster by orders of magnitude than biological change. Also the basic topologies of cultural evolution is very different from that of biological evolution. While biological evolution constantly diverges without a subsequent rejoining of branches, human culture grows with transmission across lineages - spatially and temporally. We learn from people who are spatially and culturally far away from us and from our past.

So two of fundamental aspects of human existence - biology and culture are both subject to different kinds of "evolution".

Technology however is an odd one here, at least that's how it seemed to me till I read Gould's essay called "The Panda's Thumb". Now this is an essay which I had read a few months back and I thoroughly enjoyed the read. It was thought provoking in many ways.

In this essay Gould builds a case for the existence of the "Principle of Panda's thumb" in the arena of technological development. This is in some ways counter intuitive because technology is aimed at simplification and efficiency and one would think that technology should be able to easily rid anything unsuitable and inefficient in light of newer advancements. After all constraints of genealogy and inheritance do not apply to steel, glass, plastic and therefore to change in technology. Theoretically we should all be able to make a switch to a more efficient technology in a span of a few years. In fact this is one thing that keeps us all updating to newer and newer gadgets - smart phones, laptops, e-readers, operating systems etc etc. So, who would think that some of our technology is also limited and shaped by History... ? Atleast i didn't till I read Gould's essay.

Think about it ! Which parts of the technology that we currently use is actually inefficient and suboptimal but is still used by virtue of history.

Gould does justify his argument in the essay and his argument is based upon something ubiquitous in our lives these days - the keyboard which starts with QWERTY. Now, anyone who works with a keyboard would wonder the weird and counter-intuitive organization of the keyboard. Instead of being alphabetical or based on the usage the current keyboard is efficient in that the frequently used alphabets are least accessible. Consider this - More than 70% of english words can be typed with the letters - DHIATENSOR, and one would imagine that logically they should be the most accessible. But, one look at the keyboard will tell you that they are actually scattered all over the keyboard. For those who type with the eight finger touch typing method, these keys and the vowels are either placed away from the home row or are placed in such a way that they are used by the weaker fingers - like the little pinky finger.

So clearly, by your observation and by that of many others, our present keyboard is inefficient and suboptimal. It is a relic of history that has gotten embedded in our fabric of life in such a way that a change to a more efficient system would cause more disturbance and upheaval than continuing with the same inefficient approach. QWERTY however began as a sensible adaptation with a sound rationale in the early technology of typewriting but soon became a constraint on faster typing as the advances in the technology erased the initial problems which mandated a QWERTY system. A little history at this juncture should clarify the whole point. Typewriters when they evolved suffered with one basic drawback which was that excessive speed or unevenness of stroke would lead to jam two or more keys near the striking point. And if this entanglement is not resolved the subsequent uses of these keys would type a repetition of the key leading to the jam. These problems were magnified in early machines which were constructed so that the keys approached the paper from the underside, invisible to the typist and thus the typist would not know till the end if there was a Jam at some point. As a result a page full of prose could be garbled into a repetition of A's or D's when the keys were jammed. This necessitated that the frequency of the jam be minimized or that the speed of the typing be reduced and this is how the frequently used characters ended up being scattered all over the keyboard. One would imagine however that as technology evolved to make the paper visible to the typist at all times, the keyboard and its organization would have changed to permit greater efficiency. But then through coincidences of history which Gould has elaborately described in his essay, it so happened that the 8 finger touch typing on the QWERTY keyboard became established as the most efficient mode of typing. And thus this feat of anti-engineering in the form of a QWERTY keyboard got successfully carried through history and into our lives as an evolutionary relic of no present day relevance.

This was certainly a great example which nailed Gould's point for me but then despite a lot of thinking, I could not come up with any other examples which substantiated his point of technological advancement being a prisoner of history.

I have contemplated on this for a few months and I have seen that we have adapted to change in many avenues and things have moved forward. The older desktops have now been replaced by the laptops. Windows is being challenged by Mac. Paper cash is being fast replaced by plastic money. Operating systems are being driven out faster than they are being developed. Automobiles are being engineered and re-engineered for fuel economy and emissions. In fact, to my understanding, technology was constantly changing in ways faster than we could comfortably learn them. And so, to my mind, this solo example of a relic in the form of a keyboard (even this was changing as most cellular phones did have an alphabetical keyboard and still do) was not sufficient to justify a whole principle that held technology hostage to history.

But then a couple of weeks back I came across this example of the width of a rail road gauge that perfectly illustrates the same point yet again. I do not have all the evidence to substantiate this example but I do see some truth in this whole chain of thought and that prompted me to finally keep a more open mind to Gould's statement of having more common underlying principles between biological evolution and technological advancement than what is superficially apparent.

So here is the example as I found for your judgement -

"The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number.

Why was that gauge used?
Because that's the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the US railroads.

Why did the English build them like that?
Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.

Why did 'they' use that gauge then?
Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they used for building wagons, which used that wheel spacing.

Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing?
Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break on some of the old, long distance roads in England, because that's the spacing of the wheel ruts.

So who built those old rutted roads?
Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (and England ) for their legions. The roads have been used ever since.

And the ruts in the roads?
Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match for fear of destroying their wagon wheels. Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome, they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. Therefore the United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot.
Bureaucracies live forever.

So the next time you are handed a specification/procedure/process and wonder 'What horse's ass came up with it?', you may be exactly right.

Imperial Roman army chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the rear ends of two war horses. (Two horse's asses.) Now, the twist to the story:

When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRB's. The SRB's are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah. The engineers who designed the SRB's would have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRB's had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains, and the SRB's had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel
is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds.

So, a major Space Shuttle design feature of what is arguably the world's most advanced
transportation system was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's ass.

And you thought being a horse's ass wasn't important?
Ancient horse's asses control almost everything ...
and CURRENT Horses Asses are controlling everything else."

Now, while this is a humorous post and is probably an overtly simplifying description of the complex history of the origins of standard railway gauges, it is easy to see that a lot of our present day technology is also in someways trapped by the past. I mean, even if, we have had the standard broad gauge railroad tracks for the past few centuries, we should be able to switch out of them as and when there is a better system but the vast prevalence of the older system and the cost-benefit ratios tilt the scale against such massive change and we end up sticking to the old and the familiar.

I am still not completely convinced in applying Gould "Panda's thumb" principle more generally to technology, but with these two examples, I believe that history, like in all other fields, does mould the future of technological advances too. Sometimes, by acting at the level of economy, sometimes acting at the level of convenience and at other times by acting as blinders which tint our view of the world and limit our perspectives.

In case you are able to think of other such examples and/or opinions on the same, do write in.



Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Notes to self...


Your story may not have such a happy beginning, but that doesn’t make you who you are, it is the rest of your story, who you choose to be…

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"Andrew! Hey! Hey, listen to me! Han Solo is not a loser. Han Solo... got encased in carbonite and that was a big mess-- but that's not what he's remembered for... He's remembered as the guy who made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs, and who braved the sub-zero temperatures of the ice planet Hoth in order to save someone he cared about from the big ugly wampa. He's remembered as the guy who swooped down at the last minute, blasted Darth Vader out of the sky, so that Luke could use the force and-- and destroy the damn Death Star! Okay? Princess Leia saved him from the carbonite, and they fell in love, and they saved the universe, and they had twin Jedi babies that went on to save the universe again. Right? Now that's the whole picture. The carbonite was just a piece."

--- A quote by Miranda Bailey in Grey's anatomy

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It helps to see the bigger picture every now and then. It helps to remember that in the bigger picture these smaller shortcomings and pitfalls may not even exist.
It helps to remember that you are more than a bad day, a bad year, a bad choice or a bad person. It helps to remember that you are who you choose to be. And that you can always change - yourself and your life !


Silence...

For the past few days, I have been yearning to listen to one sound. The sound of silence. It was easy to hear her in India. But here, there is so much happening all around that her gentle murmur is lost even as it lands on my ears. Here, everything seems to take on a life of its own - the buildings, the buses and the roads. They are all buzzing with life. A life of their own with vents, thermostats and air conditioners that are constantly humming to their own beat.

I sometimes yearn for the stillness that one could feel in the dead of the night when one could hear one's own heart beat. The stillness that would be momentarily pierced by the watchman's nightly call but would still seal itself automatically to generate a void. A void, where one could talk to no one but oneself. When the silence that enveloped you was so delicate and precious, that you treated it like a glass veil that shielded you from the outside. Here I rarely feel that stillness because there always something moving. One either hears the whispers and grunts of the buildings, emanating from the vents or one hears the distant rumble of the cars. There is never a moment's respite from this activity all around - never a break, never a lull. I yearn for that stillness. For that quiet. For that thin glass veil that would encase me like water in a womb.

And so I look forward to power cuts, to mechanical repairs. To breakdowns i would normally resent but which now help me find that elusive quiet for a few moments.

And then, I rush to the ocean. Cold and furious, enveloped by gray skies, the waters of the pacific seem to drown all other sounds in by their constant growls. And in their chaos, I find stillness. A stillness that I used to find with my late night and early morning strolls in the IISc campus. A stillness that calms me, instead of frightening me. A stillness that talks to me through me.

I long for silence ever so often but then she doesn't seem to talk much up here.


Monday, June 20, 2011

Walking out of "The Room"

Let me warn you at the outset that I am not planning to write about all the books I read. In fact, though I wish I could, I can't. Something in me prevents me from sharing my thoughts about my books so easily. It's silly and perhaps even baseless, but I haven't been able to critically read books and evaluate writing. Somehow, I read books, take what i like and leave the rest. It is something i wish i could change but it's not something I am able to do with ease. At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, I should also say that I love reading book reviews. In fact great blogs such as this are on my reading list helping me pick out new books I want to read.

But then once in a while, there are some books which compel me to talk.

"The room" is one such book. It is a book that has been on my radar for more than six months now and I have been reluctant to read it because of the disturbing plot line. And finally, when I picked up the "courage" (i say courage because i dont know what else to call it) and the book, I must confess that it was a great read but not a happy one. It was a beautiful read but somehow also equally disturbing. I am sure, everyone knows the plot line by now as this book has been widely talked about in all press circles but just to maintain my flow and to summarize the story for those who don't know of the book and don't mind a spoiler.

The book as the title says is about life in a room. "Life" - Of a twenty seven year old woman who has been locked up in a 11 feet by 11 feet room for the past seven years against her will. She has been locked up and is being repeatedly sexually assaulted by this nameless man. The result is a young boy, who also spends the first five years of his life trapped in this room without the realization of being trapped. The book displays the courage and love of a mother as she ignores her existence and fears in order to build a world as normal as she can for her little boy. It displays the strength of a woman and her creativity in teaching a young child all about the world without being a part of it in reality. It deals with the love that ties a mother to a child. But at some level, it is more than a story of courage. It also deals with us people and our lives.

The true power of the story lies in its narration from the perspective of a five year old boy, Jack. The language, the syntax, the semantics, the thoughts and the questions that guide the book and the story are that of a five year old child but the simplicity that this imbues does not make the story silly or mundane. In fact, it somehow strips the emotions to the barest of bones and that is when they hit you hard. As I was reading, it almost felt like the great prose in other books probably somehow cushioned the emotions and gift-wrapped them while in this case, they were sharp, pointed and hard hitting, poking your insides painfully.

The story progresses without any gross representations of the distress or the trauma associated with captivity but you can feel it. You can feel it in your insides as you listen to the thoughts of a five year old boy making sense of the world around him. On a more practical and upfront level, the book makes you think about how much learning we take for granted in this world; And how difficult it can be to integrate into the world when you've been out of it all. It also shows the plasticity of children and the logic that they can display in addressing their problems and issues. Even as the story progresses to less traumatic climes as Jack and his "ma" manage to escape captivity, it highlights the different problems that they both have to cope with the change. While the young boy Jack is suddenly thrown in a world so much bigger and confusing than his 11 ft x 11 ft world, he is forced to learn the ways of his new world. He is forced to unlearn a part of his first five years and learn new rules. Rule which we learn almost automatically by virtue of our sheer existence in this world. Rules of courtesy, rules of the road, rules of addressing, rules about dangers and fears. Rules about knowing when we are spoken to, rules of good and bad, rules about time and money. He is forced to learn about the past and the future, about multiple names, lives and identities. He sees a new world with more colors, smells, tastes and truths than he ever imagined. The book makes us realize how much we take for granted in such a simple but profound manner that it left me spell bound.

While the kid is struggling with his own world being thrown upside down, it also shows his views and understanding of his "ma's" life and its problems. One gets a sense of the emotional turmoil that can rage through a woman who has been trapped for the last seven years of her life enslaved to the commands of a stranger because her son's life is at stake. One also senses the desperation that stifled her in "The Room" and the joy she experiences upon her escape. Her joy is however numbed by the struggles of her son who feels uprooted and lost in this new, fast changing world and yearns to go back to his old room where his life was predictable, happy and under his control. One can feel her agony as she struggles to fit back into her old life although things are different from what they last were. One can feel her pain as she is constantly under the media glare as the "wonder mom" who was brutally abused. One can empathize with her struggles to leave her thoughts of the room behind even as her five year old son can't let go of his life as it was.

What I loved most about the book was the end. It was cathartic in someways to see the mother walk back into the room for one last time on her son's behest. As Jack and his "ma" walk hand in hand to the old "room" they both find closure there. Jack realizes what he was missing all these years when he sees his 11 x 11 room as a tiny speck of this new huge world and he now is happy to be back to the "real world" after bidding farewell to his past in the room.

The book at some metaphorical level is also a message. A message that says that in some ways we are all trapped within our own demons, our tiny little rooms of comfort. Sometimes we know what we are missing and at other times we are in the dark, unaware of the walls bounding us, unaware of the world beyond those walls. We are all victims of our fears, our past and our experiences - which are holding us captive in our comfort zones, unable to truly live our lives. What we need to do is escape from these tight walls and breathe free. We need to walk out of our little "rooms", into the sunshine and live life all over again. It may be challenging to start with and we may miss our little wardrobes, like little Jack and we might be wishing everyday for a return to those comfortable niches that were only ours.... But then seeing the world for what it is makes you realize that you were missing out on a lot indeed! And while familiarity of the known is a comfort, there is a certain joy in freedom and adventure. There is a lot to be learnt and a lot to be done and the key is to never lock ourselves up in our little rooms, out of fear and for want of comfort. It takes courage to walk out but it is worth it - always !