Hello Everyone,
Thanks for bothering to read by blog. This is the first time that I'm blogging. What better way to put across your thoughts for everyone out there , right? So this is what's playing on my mind......
As a young girl who often globe trotted with her mom and dad, I was fortunate enough to have experienced a melange of cultures....I always have felt a deep connection with those travel shows such as lonely planet or Great Weekends etc....I mean what could be better than getting paid for leisure travel?
To my Mom, the Japanese epitomise perfection, she keeps insinuating that what on earth could prohibit me from keep a very limited amount of space clean when an entire population, albeit on the other side of the globe ,could remain tidy despite being shaken from their very roots. The lady speaks from experience.
She carried a very heavy/healthy bundle of joy on her visits to Japan, to accompany my dad on his long voyages across the globe. Infact, during one such visit, a Japanese man had once pointed out to her that it was unusual to spot an Indian couple in Japan with an adopted Japanese child...psst....Way back then ,my jet black hair, tiny eyes and good skin made me look very Japanese.
Anyways back to the point...recently she was recounting her visits to Tokyo, Kyoto, Honshu and most importantly Sendai, the capital city of Miyagi Prefecture. No amount of words, expression or any other human form of communication would be sufficient to express the loss of life to the wrath of mother nature.
I haven't been to Japan recently, but since books are my window to the world, as with a book in my hand and a very active imagination I can apparate to any place on this earth and beyond, I have visited Japan, albeit during a different era . An era before the tech fest hit Japan. . An era when Japan was most famous for her oriental beauties-the Geisha.
Isn't the thought of a young girl, being sold into slavery by her family absolutely demeaning?. But as they say, one gets what one looks for. This thought combined with an absolute mastery of words and an efficiency to romanticise human emotions of love, friendship, betrayal,capitalism and consumerism, Arthur Golden presented his take on the Japanse world of Geisha in the 'Memoirs of a Geisha'.
One could easily be transported to the breathtakingly snow clad mountains of Japan, to the entertainment arenas for the well heeled waiting to be entertained, to the surprisingly modest abodes of those social butterflies who sadly remained aspirational for a better chance at life. The book gives an intricate detail of the Japanese way of life just before the Nuclear bombings.What the movie manages to do is successfully pass off a Chinese actress as a Japanese Geisha, provides beautiful background score and breathtaking cinematography, however like most movie adaptation of novels, it falls short to capture 448 approx pages of human emotions.
One particular quote that caught my attention, was when one Geisha says to the other that " We don't become Geisha because we want our lives to be happy. We become Geisha because we have no choice".
I am glad that as a woman I have the freedom of choice but sometimes I wonder what kind of emotional strength is required to choose to remain supremely calm after earthshattering natural disasters. Is it an indicator of extreme self control of emotions ?
Thanks for bothering to read by blog. This is the first time that I'm blogging. What better way to put across your thoughts for everyone out there , right? So this is what's playing on my mind......
As a young girl who often globe trotted with her mom and dad, I was fortunate enough to have experienced a melange of cultures....I always have felt a deep connection with those travel shows such as lonely planet or Great Weekends etc....I mean what could be better than getting paid for leisure travel?
To my Mom, the Japanese epitomise perfection, she keeps insinuating that what on earth could prohibit me from keep a very limited amount of space clean when an entire population, albeit on the other side of the globe ,could remain tidy despite being shaken from their very roots. The lady speaks from experience.
She carried a very heavy/healthy bundle of joy on her visits to Japan, to accompany my dad on his long voyages across the globe. Infact, during one such visit, a Japanese man had once pointed out to her that it was unusual to spot an Indian couple in Japan with an adopted Japanese child...psst....Way back then ,my jet black hair, tiny eyes and good skin made me look very Japanese.
Anyways back to the point...recently she was recounting her visits to Tokyo, Kyoto, Honshu and most importantly Sendai, the capital city of Miyagi Prefecture. No amount of words, expression or any other human form of communication would be sufficient to express the loss of life to the wrath of mother nature.
I haven't been to Japan recently, but since books are my window to the world, as with a book in my hand and a very active imagination I can apparate to any place on this earth and beyond, I have visited Japan, albeit during a different era . An era before the tech fest hit Japan. . An era when Japan was most famous for her oriental beauties-the Geisha.
Isn't the thought of a young girl, being sold into slavery by her family absolutely demeaning?. But as they say, one gets what one looks for. This thought combined with an absolute mastery of words and an efficiency to romanticise human emotions of love, friendship, betrayal,capitalism and consumerism, Arthur Golden presented his take on the Japanse world of Geisha in the 'Memoirs of a Geisha'.
One could easily be transported to the breathtakingly snow clad mountains of Japan, to the entertainment arenas for the well heeled waiting to be entertained, to the surprisingly modest abodes of those social butterflies who sadly remained aspirational for a better chance at life. The book gives an intricate detail of the Japanese way of life just before the Nuclear bombings.What the movie manages to do is successfully pass off a Chinese actress as a Japanese Geisha, provides beautiful background score and breathtaking cinematography, however like most movie adaptation of novels, it falls short to capture 448 approx pages of human emotions.
One particular quote that caught my attention, was when one Geisha says to the other that " We don't become Geisha because we want our lives to be happy. We become Geisha because we have no choice".
I am glad that as a woman I have the freedom of choice but sometimes I wonder what kind of emotional strength is required to choose to remain supremely calm after earthshattering natural disasters. Is it an indicator of extreme self control of emotions ?
Chinki its a very good bolg n very much appreciable for your feelings for Japan...keep it up..expecting many more of these kind of writing....
ReplyDeletewhat can be good like this for start.....good goin chinki.....
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