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
thinking past age
I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. and there is not much percentage in the future.
life stupid thinking
What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.
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.
balance despair fine
You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.
loss essentials calamity
Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.
fire firsts walks
Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize...
memories two imagination
In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
witty caring law
The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring.
ceilings spit
He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.