Jane Eyre

I am back to blogger.com after a day's gap, yest was a busy day, also not a very good day..right now a little pepped up, its almost midnight, and Kolkata Knight Riders won a great match against Delhi DareDevils @ Saurav Dada's hometown, Eden! And what a spell from Shoaibh Akhtar, devastating 4-11 in 3 overs!!
I had completed downloading the movie Jane Eyre on Sunday from the Internet, saw the movie in bits and pieces spread across Sunday night and monday evening. I must admit that Jane Eyre is not my favourite classic novel of that era..I have always been a great fan of Charles Dickens, David Copperfield and Great Expectations are books that I simply adore.
The movie was good and it compelled me to read the book all over again..for these types of movies, I have always preferred the book over the movie..trust me it was an amazing read..
I read the abridged version of Jane Eyre first when I was in Class Vth as a part of my regular curriculum. I tried again reading the full version of Jane Eyre when I was in Class VIIIth. I didnot understand much, I again picked up the book when I graduated from school. This is the time that I got some essense of the wonderful literature, in bits and pieces. As I grew older..perhaps my thoughts matured, I started reading these classics and some shakespeares all over again. It made much more sense and seemed much more meaningful to me than reading them at school and gobbling down lines for passing exams.
I guess with age you learn to appreciate a lot of things, which in childhood are just passing topics. Also, I have often wondered how can I appreciate literature, when I need to mug it, to pass an exam and get grades..literature is realization of the author and I need to suck it deep within as a part of me.
I read some chapters of Jane Eyre again, yest and today...it was the same book but giving deeper realizations to me...how true, how well written, how well articulated...I wish, I could spend my life appreciating creations, be it of Mother Earth or be of earthly men and women...
I want to record all those lines that I loved reading, I hope to memorize them, all of them touch my heart deep within me, gives me a very strange feeling of joy and sorrow, relief and pain, longingness and solitude...
Chapter 14:
A memory without blot or contamination must be an exquisite treasure — an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?
Chapter 20:
A wanderer's repose or a sinner's reformation should never depend on a fellow-creature. Men and women die; philosophers falter in their wisdom, and Christians in goodness: if any one you know has suffered and erred, let him look higher than his equals for strength to amend, and solace to heal.
Chapter 12:
Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
Chapter 37:
Sacrifice! What do I sacrifice? Famine for food, expectation for content. To be privileged to put my arms round what I value--to press my lips to what I love--to repose on what I trust: is that to make a sacrifice? If so, then certainly I delight in sacrifice
Charlotte Bronte