“What does it mean to be mad?”
Does it mean you throw things at people or scare them
away or become a loner? In short what people think is that being mad is being
different. But it’s not like each one of us is similar anyway. What if everyone
was mad and the actual ‘mad’ ones were normal? Then the normal people would be
considered mad just because they’re different.
A keyboard without the QWERTY sequence of letters is
abnormal. A person with different interests, in today’s metallic world, is
abnormal. Imagine a mental hospital. What do you find there?
The girl fighting depression has the best drawing.
The boy with schizophrenia has the best heart and
sweetest smile.
The woman who tried to kill herself plays piano
flawlessly.
The kid who ran away and hit two people by accident has
the best voice the cuckoo could never sing with.
Everyone’s seen the world through usual eyes but how many
have tried to put themselves into different shoes? It’s pretty easy to think of
having to control your mind but there comes a time when you no longer have
control over your nerves or yourself. There comes a time when your mind roams
freely around but the poor soul is trapped between narrow walls of fear,
insecurities, problems, regrets.
It’s not their bad that they forget to look at the final
reward rather than the compromises made to achieve it. At times they just need
a hand to pick them up and guide them through the black walls into the rainbow
coloured paradise that only comes to those who dream. All they need is a
skyline, a horizon to their roaming thoughts and an open door to their trapped
soul.
And who know all this better than Veronika? She knows
that when you try to take your life everyone just assumes you’ve gone insane,
and when you beg and claim that you aren’t mad, there’s no one who wouldn’t
recommend you a doctor. She knows what death is, she’s seen what death
is, oblivious that she had all the life left in her that she ever needed. Life
gives her a choice: to be wilful and have her life back, or behold, awaiting
death. Now no spoilers about whether she finds a way out, but one HAS TO HAVE
this book on their bucket-list no matter what.
Firstly you get to experience a ride into a very
different person’s mind and see the world from their shoes and understand what
it really feels like to be eaten by inner cannibals inside. Secondly the
beautiful and persuasive words of Paulo Coelho are the best guide to take you through
all of it.
No writer could’ve done it better to be honest.
A good concept, a great writer, what else do you even
wish from dear life!!?
Veronika decides to die would make you cry and feel great
about the precious and rare gift of life, playing with your mind and you being
oblivious about it.
The title is just a spoiler, it doesn’t tell the story at
all. This book doesn’t lead you into negative thoughts but it makes you want to
live life and live it like you were to die any unknown moment.
Veronika awaits her death and decided to enjoy her very
last day, and on that last day begins the rest of her life.
The book has a PLOT TWIST, mates.
You should totally be bringing over it at the moment,
under your blanket since it is January. Amazing feels on fleek.
There’s something in the book about some research about
this thing called the ‘vitriol’ which changes hormonal stuff inside you and
stuff like that, which is pretty interesting and new in itself.
Now, READ TO FIND OUT!
GO DO IT!
