A 20 year window

 

“There are three stories in every story which is told, one that the person telling knows to be true, the other which he wants to tell, and the third the one the person hearing understands”
 

     Paraphrased from Professor Dalton Kehoe’s
      series on Effective Communication.

 

Many layers of reality come forward in the stories which we tell about ourselves to one’s own self, and then to others and what they see as obviously true or untrue. Which stories form part of a community myth. What are the silences maintained? Things which everyone knows, but does not speak about in “polite” society.

As we went through this series on communication, I wondered how easy it is to get things mixed up. This series will take around 12 hours to watch but can take many life-times in mastering.

It is a growing process….

TWENTY YEAR WINDOW

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As we walked past the police station of BaabBengashir, a young policeman saluted this veteran staff nurse who had come to Tripoli in the times of King Idris.
In the blog-Was the clown Bloom’s son, we did an imaginary walk through the streets of Tripoli with Joyce’s Bloom. Another interesting relation from literature is that of Kurtz and Maslow in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. The story is told as Marlow remembers his younger self around twenty years down the line and his relation with Kurtz, the man who had a message to convey for the time his soul spent time on this earth.

Do you remember any person twenty years ago, who was living here for twenty years?
This took us back to the evening we had been walking past the police station in BaabBengashir. Following her life story, her rise to be one of the matrons of Tripoli’s Central Hospital, her efforts to raise her son single handedly, and her subsequent return to Tripoli from the recession hit Slovenia, gave many hours of rich discussion.

Following these stories of expatriate workers who have made Tripoli their home also gives many lessons for the future. As I heard one her long term colleagues remember the many times and events together, the bombings of 1986 –during the Presidency of Ronald Reagan- and the many parks, hospitals, buildings which still are a living memory for many for being hit by the bombings made one understand Africa and international relations in a more direct way.

TWENTY YEARS ON

The writer V.S.Naipaul gives an interesting litmus test of stories of interest.
Will what is being said be relevant or interesting twenty years from now?
The twist in the question of the “Twenty Year window” is- if you were to go back twenty years and try to imagine how your life turned out, would you be surprised by what happened. Till the focus was on trying to tell another person’s story, it was a bit impersonal. When it comes to trying to see the main decisions, events, persons who shaped one’s own life ..and what things are said, what left out made me remember the three stories within one story as told by Professor Dalton Kehoe…
“There are three stories in every story which is told, one that the person telling knows to be true, the other which he wants to tell, and the third the one the person hearing understands”

Part of the 500 words a day challenge by writer -Jeff Goins.
http://goinswriter.com/my500words/
For a diarist the interesting thing will be being selective

For those interested in reading further see the following blogs
https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/500-words-a-day/
https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/tripoli-reading-group/

 

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Gate D 63

 

Destiny. My destiny!

 

Droll thing life is-

that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose.

The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of

yourself- that comes too late- a crop of unextinguishable regrets.

 

                                                                        Joseph Conrad

                                                                        Heart of Darkness

 

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If one boards from one gate, others shut off.

 

This obvious thing, which flight to catch, which direction to take, come back in life several times. In the blog –Shadows- we had examined one of the definitions of maturity as the closing off of possibility.

There are many such transits and directions one has to take in life. As I sat in Gate D 63 Vienna,  returning from Canada to Tripoli, many past journeys came to mind, of my parents and grandparents and their efforts to shape the life of the family.

 

LETTERS FROM MOSCOW

           

            The first person to initiate me into the art of writing letters was my grandfather. He would write letters to me from Moscow. I would write to him  andhe would return them after correction.

 

            This was my first initiation into the process of realizing the power of words to convey a reality from a distance. The fracture of his hand when a window sill fell. The way Russian life was organized in the seventies. Differences of food and weather.Small lessons which have expanded into many rich themes.

See blog-Letters -windows to other worlds

Letters..windows to other worlds

 

MAXIMALIST AND MINIMALIST

 

            Before leaving Mississauga, we had an interesting discussion on Maximalist and Minimalist styles of writing, with examples of Hemingway(minimalist) and Faulkner (maximalist).

 

Why does Faulkner write in the way he does, in long convoluted sentences. Is it because he is from Mississippi, the south where history is always  alive. There are persons whose forefathers were slaves, and others whose forefathers were slave-owners. Faulkner believed that the Past was never dead. The past is always alive in the present context, if one sees the deeper beyond-the-surface meanings.

 

Let us examine this concept a bit further through a conversation I had last October at a terminal in Heathrow…a chance encounter with many interesting themes.

 

IN TRANSIT AT……

 

            Transit zones of airports are interesting learning zones.The collection- In Transit at Dubai International gives some more nuanced narratives. Meeting travelers from different countries, backgrounds , on the move  open up interesting themes.

 

Last October at Heathrow, a talk with a person who said he was working in the prison systems of Connecticut opened several interesting themes.

 

He gave interesting insights into the way the criminal justice system works in his part of the world, how for some persons, it becomes very difficult to come back into the routine system.

 

“There are persons whose fathers are serving time with them. There are some who have got into the habit of credit card fraud,” he said.

 

As some persons associated with the Church of Iceland (in Transit to their yearly visit to China) came he said that he was a priest, thus revealing an interesting aspect.

 

 “My father did not like it when I converted from Judaism to Christianity. Our family was originally from Russia.” Discussions went on to the persecution of Jews in Russia around a hundred years ago, how some major Russian revolutionaries were Jewish, most famously Leon Trotsky.

 

“I went to meet a cousin who was put on a boat to South America. My grandfather was put on the boat to United States. Now our family is all over the place, but whenever I get a chance, I try to meet and see how they are.”

 

..Here , the maximalist approach appears appropriate.

 

LETTERS-NOTES-APPROACHES

 

            My grandfather’s letters, written in the 1970s came alive in strange intimate ways, as I listened to the experiences of a family around 70 years earlier at the turn of the 19th century.

 

           

WHICH GATE

For persons with an intimate relation with Africa, Conrad’s words on “Destiny” come back in many interesting ways.

 

One terminal closes off other opportunities and directions for you, while developing in a particular direction.

The communion with letters with my grandfather in Moscow around 40 years ago crossed my mind’s eye, as I recalled the talks at Heathrow last October.

 Reflecting on these conversations with travelers is enriching.

Which gate are you waiting at today?

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Also see blog Conversations on Faith and Belief

Conversations on Faith and Belief

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Part of the 500 words a day challenge by writer -Jeff Goins.           

http://goinswriter.com/my500words/

For a diarist the interesting thing will be being selective

 

For those interested in reading further see the following blogs

https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/500-words-a-day/

https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/tripoli-reading-group/

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Good byes

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends

Joan Didion, Goodbye to All That

As we returned from Guelph University in the snow, we discussed –Runaway-by Alice Munro. The walking-reading book club was going into a snow-driving mode this Sunday with Ontario facing one of its worst winter conditions for a few years. (So I am told by some residents who have stayed here for much longer). I am more used to Mediterranean weather, and will be thankfully returning to Tripoli soon to enjoy much milder winter walks in Abositta Ferasiya and our weekly book-discussions.

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GOOD BYES

Meeting my friend-the Yogi-Jiwan Goyal, was like meeting an old friend.

He graciously invited me to his class in Geulph and I thought about Joan Didion’s essay –Goodbye to All That-while listening to the many layers of the class-workshops he conducts. It was snowing heavily and had it not been for this hardy soul, I would not have ventured out anywhere in these conditions. He had in previous meetings told of his many goodbyes- to Shimla, Delhi, Mumbai and how he still visits these places physically and spiritually, but now there are different phases and stages of his life.

Joan Didion’s essay about her relation with the city of New York tells about the beginnings and different phases of her life in which she engaged with this city. This formed a generative theme for my discussion with my sons, as we gathered for our night readings after dinner. They have agreed to write about the different times when different cities started and ended for them, and how they reconnect with them.

GUELPH TO MISSISSAUGA

In her essay-A Room of one’s own-Virginia Woolf talks about women and fiction in a very personal way. What do men write about women, and what do women write about women. This essay is an essential text for the women’s movement-according to Phillip Lopate in his introduction to Woolf’s writings in “The Art of the Personal Essay”. Discussion on this essay can be a later theme.

The intimacy of Joan Didion’s essay on New York, Woolf’s many layered essay- A room of one’s own, echoes into Alice Munro’s “Runaway” in which a woman writes about two other women. The winter snowstorm, a long ride through these conditions, was a good setting to discuss –”Runaway”. We saw some disturbing things on the way, as the roads could not be maintained in these conditions,and were happy to be home.

A LETTER TO MY CHILD

In his previous suggestion Jeff Goins indicated one should write a letter to your child or younger self. In previous entry- Shadows- I tried to write to my sons using Conrad’s “Shadow Lines” and “Heart of Darkness” as props.
We had a long interesting discussion while driving back in the snow . (For a diarist-the interesting thing will be to be selective)

Why I chose –Runaway- could be related to the fact that I have two sons, no biological daughter. Jiwan has two daughters, no biological son. The beginnings and ends and restarts of the character Clara in “Runaway” , her relation with Sylvia and her husband-Clark are an interesting theme. I will not spoil the fun for those interested by telling the summary of the story, in which one can see many layers of some disturbing characters. But that is life, in all its flavours-some things are nice, some not so nice.

NO GOODBYES

Between us-there are no goodbyes. Our discussions will always bind us.

We will remember that conversation while driving back from Guelph to Mississauga in the winter storm for a long time. Joan Didion’s theme- ” It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends” formed an interesting backdrop to discuss Munro’s “Runaway”. Being from originally from India, and having traveled and stayed in different parts of the globe, with many common interests, helped us brace the snow-storm while riding back.

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Part of the 500 words a day challenge by writer blogger-Jeff Goins.

My 500 Words: A Writing Challenge


For a regular diarist the interesting thing will be being selective
For those interested in reading further see the following blogs
https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/500-words-a-day/
https://prashantbhatt.com/tag/tripoli-reading-group/

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