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
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.
past names patient
Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.
giving-up rights too-much
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.
believe comforting harm
There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.
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...
distance people changed
Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.
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
cutting night scary
If time were a bolt of cloth,” said Om, “I would cut out all the bad parts. Snip out the scary nights and stitch together the good parts, to make time bearable. Then I could wear it like a coat, always live happily.
men car occupation
Traffic in the streets of Bombay is chaotic at best. Riding a bicycle is a dangerous occupation. However, there are hundreds of them on the streets competing with the cars and buses and lorries because it is the poor man's mode of transport.