Note: I finished writing this today for an assignment on "A piece of art
that moved me". Turns out, today Olivia de Havilland, who played Melanie Wilkes in the movie and is the last surviving actor from the cast, is celebrating her 99th birthday! Also, 'Gone With the Wind' was first published on June 30, 1936. So, it celebrated its 79th anniversary recently. Here's a tribute to one of my favourite books.
“I'll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it
then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is
another day.”
That’s it?
I flipped back cover of the book I was reading, looking for
more text.
That’s it?
I examined the edge where spine held the pages. Surely, some
pages had been torn. Nope. They weren’t.
That’s it?
No! I screamed in my mind. This can’t be!
I read the last page over and over until I had it memorized.
There were no clues about what happened next. I had this sinking feeling, like
I had been dumped. Nah, make that slapped, punched, and then dumped—by a book.
Wasn’t ‘Gone With the Wind’ supposed to be a love story?
So, tomorrow is another day. But what happens tomorrow?
Does Scarlett get Rhett? She is tenacious, would definitely go after him. But
Rhett has had enough. When you long for something for too long, you reach a
tipping point. He cared for her well-being, but did not feel the same way
anymore. So, what happens? Human emotions are complex. It’s not impossible for
Rhett to fall back in love. Is it? Oh God! Somebody just tell me what happens!
My feelings had been shared by an entire nation when the
book was first released in 1936 in the US, and by generations after that.
People had demanded a sequel, which Margaret Mitchell refused to write. [It is rumored she herself did not know what happened next. She never completed the story in her mind!] After Mitchell’s death, Mitchell Trust asked one Alexandra
Ripley to write a sequel, which was named Scarlett. I’ve never read a sorrier
book.
Anyhow, I just could not get my head around the story. In
months that followed, I lived in a trance. The nail-biting curiosity about what
happens next was soon replaced by melancholy of unrequited love. I wrote to my
friend:
Dear N,
Life is so fragile. How lucky are those who find true love.
And how tragic it is when those lucky few remain blind to the treasure they
posses. By the time their eyes open, it’s too late. The love of their life is
gone. And they are left alone in the world.
Do we ever look around and see those who love us? Do we
truly appreciate those who are there for us? We should, because one day they
won’t be there, and we will be left with a hole in our lives that no person can
fill. And we may run after them, but they won’t return. We’ll be left with only
regret and loneliness.
Life can be beautiful, if we find the one who is meant for
us; and it can be hell, if we find the one and lose him…
I don’t actually remember what I wrote. But this is what it
would have looked like, perhaps more vague.
N called a few weeks later.
“Are you in love?”
“What?! No! Why would you think that?”
“I showed your letter to M and she agrees. You have someone
in your life.”
“Huh? No! It’s a book. You see, there’s this woman called
Scarlett who is in love with a man called Ashley. But Ashley is married. And
then there is this guy called Rhett… Anyway, it’s complicated. Go read ‘Gone
With the Wind’. You’ll get it.”
“Umm… okay. It was a book?”
“Yes!”
“Yeah. Right!”
I could tell she didn’t believe a word. She probably thought
I was hiding something.
FYI, I wasn’t in love. In fact, I had never been in love. I was 14,
and fancied we could choose the person we would fall in love with, and that
love happened only once. The book had filled me with fear of losing out on my
true love. What if I have my Mr. Perfect next to me, and I remain blind to him,
and then he leaves forever? What if I’m Scarlett? I kept going over the story
and taking mental notes on ‘How to know your Mr. Perfect is in front of you’.
Like life’s that simple!
That fear introduced me to the world of ‘what ifs’. It’s a
depressing place to be, for ‘what ifs’ are never ‘what is’. How I wished
Scarlett had called out to Rhett when she was recovering from her fall! It
seemed stupid that she would not recognize that Ashley is a wuss! But then,
life never comes with background music. It’s tragic to lose out on something so
beautiful because we’re too busy running after illusions. If only
we had the power to change the past! Caution: 'if onlys' are the building
blocks of ‘what ifs’.
For months I obsessed over the story. I kept re-reading
passages to find some closure. When none came, I made up a sequel. Scarlett
runs after Rhett, but he keeps her at an arm’s length, until she takes a bullet
for him (literally). Then, as she lies in his arms bleeding, his feelings come
rushing back, and they reunite. Cheesy much? Blame Bollywood. I named the
sequel: Scarhett. You see what I did there? I had many alternative scenarios in
mind, each resulting in a reunion. One had nostalgia, other played on guilt,
another on gratitude. I craved for a happy ending, and became increasingly
distraught. Nothing helped. Perhaps, it was the lack of 'happy ending' that
made 'Gone With the Wind' such a great love story. Don't epic romances have
tragic ends? Romeo and Juliet? Heer and Ranjha? Perhaps, Scarlett and Rhett
were fated to be never together. Oh! Why was life so sorrowful?
One fine day, I decided I had had enough. I reached the
tipping point of longing, like Rhett had. I locked the book in a cupboard
and fought every urge to pick it up. It wasn’t easy, but I persisted. It took
me a lot of time to snap out of it, but eventually I did. Then, I cursed myself
for ever picking up that book. Why did I do that?
I’ll tell you why. We were moving to a different city and I
had found the book during one of the endless ‘sorting’ sessions mom did before
the actual packing. It was an old book, and I couldn’t resist taking a whiff.
It smelled so nice! It had beautiful yellowed pages. Love at first sight… and
smell. I was hooked. Then I saw the first page. It was a gift from dad to mom
before they were married.
*Sigh*
Love be damned!
[Here's an interesting piece on Why we should keep reading 'Gone With the Wind']