Rohinton Mistry
Rohinton Mistry
Rohinton Mistry CMis an Indian-born Canadian. He was awarded the Neustadt International Prize for Literature in 2012...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth3 July 1952
CountryCanada
white black brain
Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient.
long together length
How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.
moving use lines
You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success
ceilings spit
He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.
giving-up rights too-much
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.
loss essence snakes
...loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence...
carnage humans wounded
The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake
emotion wonder made
Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure...
pain sadness sorrow
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
witty caring law
The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring.
long joy world
If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.
pain memories sadness
But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
two-nations blood rivers
...there was another, gorier parturition, when two nations incarnated out of one. A foreigner drew a magic line on a map and called it the new border; it became a river of blood upon the earth. And the orchards, fields, factories, businesses, all on the wrong side of that line, vanished with a wave of the pale conjuror's wand.
fire firsts walks
Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize...