What would you do if you were dying tomorrow?
Travel away from stagnancy to let undiscovered peace of mountain-tops and restlessness of fast-flowing rivers tear your soul and invade your visceral numbness,reincarnate its virtue and strangle its celibacy?
Or would you drain lyrics from sad songs and feed on naked notes your bones resonate with?
Would you set yourself free from worldly bars and dance like revealing no part of your waist would be socially blatant?
The sudden consciousness about the inevitability of extinction will kill your spirits long before your body could be slayed.The anxiety of the upcoming nothingness will numb you to an extent that hot would feel cold,and cold would not be felt. Travelling would not heal mental stagnancy,music would not lessen the depression.
This is exactly how realistically “The Fault In Our Stars” defines emotions.
It shows life like life is,
an amateurishly drawn incomplete painting on canvas,in which the red paint overlaps the yellow a little,but the unnoticeable brown conceived doesn’t bother the painter much after the framing.
That the rhythm of sleek chords do give meaning to the anthem,but despair always plays the bass guitar.
“Sometimes,you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book”.
This is exactly what I feel for the book.
The story is very hypothetical at places,and the leads being teenagers,it seems very unrealistic that they understand how grief never changes you,but only reveals you.
And how pain demands to be felt.
Or how people find sin in freedom.
But then,we learnt the most only from Disney movies,didn’t we?
It asks us to fall for distorted teeth,rejoice distasteful kisses,,humor the most inaccessible prides,and smoke the indiscipline of youth till inebriation.
True that, vulnerability,and not self-control,can only bring renaissance to one’s being.
It says,love twice,thrice and love so deeply that the uncertainty of further togetherness doesn’t deplete the security in momentary intimacy.
It gave me goosebumps when the male lead said,
“I am in love with you and I am not in the business of denying myself he simple pleasure of saying true things.
I am in love with you
and I know that love is just a shout into the void and oblivion is inevitable and that we are all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust,and i know the sun will swallow the only earth we will ever have,
and i am in love with you”.
Also,ripping a line off the book,i would like to explain exactly what i feel about the book.
I fell in love with the book,the way you fall asleep.Slowly,and then all at once.
It’s a good life,and I feel that after re-reading this book for the fifth time.
I don’t believe in rating literature or art on the number scale,
so my review rating would be on basis of how much you can expect from this book.And trust me,you can expect a lot but not as much as you can receive from this book.
P.S-But John Green went wrong for once.
Depression is not the side-effect of dying.
It’s the side effect of living.