Cherubim

Happy yet not happy, Sad yet not Sad. Do I remember when was the last time I played hide and seek? Back in my childhood, though I do not recall the exact date and my playmates. Perhaps that was the last time I played, and may be the last time I would have played in my life. It's always best not to know the last time of doing something or else you forget the joy of doing the thing itself. 

I read The Great Gatsby in 2006. Little did I know the significance of this novel in literature that I discarded it as an unworthy piece of reading meant for the soft heads. Dr. Punam Juneja taught us with an irresistible and palpable passion -the confounded tale of complicated relationships of Gatsby, Nick, Jordan, Daisy, Tom, Myrtle and Wilson. I could neither understand nor see beyond the realms and horizons of my life then. In fact, at that time, I did not deserve to read Gatsby. But I read or rather, I was supposed to read. I killed the novel with my own noble interpretations and presented a distorted review to whoever enquired about it. I am ashamed now of my mistake of misinterpreting Fitzgerald’s portrayal of a budding capitalist country in the Roaring Twenties- its own cultural sophistications, the over ambitious men, the Flapper women and a Jay Gatsby, like his country, upbeat about controlling things-believing himself to be the son of God. I watched the movie- The G...