Born to Fly –
Part V
the Fable of Jonathan
Livingston Seagull
by Richard Bach
Richard Bach’s
sensational and inspirational read titled, Jonathan
Livingston Seagull, is high-renowned for its impactful sway through every
word and every line of its captivating pages!
Well then, Jonathan
Livingston Seagull is a seagull! A seagull who’s quite disillusioned with his
daily drudge of a mundane routine quarrelling for food! With a zeal burning
bright within him for flying, for soaring higher, he pushes himself to the core,
just to learn everything there is to flying!
Because of his
refusal to fall victim to the unreasonable and highly insane diktats of his
society, he is expelled from his own flock!
Jonathan is now an outcast, all alone! All to himself!
Now, in this
solitary-mode, left all to himself, Jonathan continues more passionately on
his quest, ardently, and more vigorously, to learn!
Soon, Jonathan is mightily pleased with his own talents and abilities,
that in turn help him to lead such a happy life filled with immense joy and
peace!
Now, Jonathan finds out for himself that,
his longing, his desire and his inquisitiveness to learn, have made him a ‘one-in-a-million-bird’!
From then on, it’s
no stopping Jonathan! Very soon he makes friends with the wisest gull named
Chiang! Chiang teaches Jonathan newer, lovelier techniques of flight!
Quite sooner,
however, Jonathan decides to return to Earth to tell others of his own society,
his own flock, ilk and folk, about the beautiful things he had learnt from
above, to lighten others with his love for flight!
His noble mission soon
succeeds well enough, and in no time, Jonathan gathers around himself a flock
of other gulls of the same weather, who’d also been outlawed by ‘their flock’
for their refusal to conform!
Therein starts a
wonderful transformation! And how!
The rest is for
you, dear and gentle reader, to read for yourself!
This is a
beautiful little fable of a novella, which you should read a minimum of er…um…
a hundred times at least!
Lesser than that
would be a kinda injustice to Jonathan and his noble thoughts! ;-)
The Bach-ian
descriptions are so arresting! They have that majestic sweep to their tempo and
pace, that takes you spontaneously from one line to the next with such
elegance!
The very opening
page to the novel takes us to Jonathan out there among the clouds, in the deep
blue skies, on ‘practice-mode!’ with ‘fierce concentration’!
What a beautiful
lesson for us all!
Here goes Jonathan -
Way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan
Livingston Seagull was practising. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his
webbed feet, lifted his beak, and strained to hold a painful hard twisting
curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly slowly, and now he
slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until the ocean stood still beneath
him. He narrowed his eyes in fierce concentration… Then his feathers ruffled,
he stalled and fell.
Seagulls, as you
know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and
it is dishonour.
And the next
paragraph charts out the difference between Jonathan and the others of his
flock!
Most gulls don’t bother to learn more than the simplest
facts of flight — how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls,
it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not
eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston
Seagull loved to fly.
While for the rest, it was a life of drudgery, humdrum
existence, to Jonathan, it was something else! He loved to fly!!!
Yes! He loved
flying!
Since he felt a
voice within him saying again and again, that he was, ‘Born to Fly!’
Even his Mom and
Dad are unhappy with his passion and zeal for flying!
“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard
to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the
pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”
“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want
to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to
know.”
His father being
more practical and sagacious in his exhortations to his son! Says the father –
“See here, Jonathan,” said his father, not unkindly.
“Winter isn’t far away. Boats will be few, and the surface fish will be swimming
deep. If you must study, then study food, and how to get it. This flying
business is all very well, but you can’t eat a glide, you know. Don’t you
forget that the reason you fly is to eat.”
Jonathan nodded obediently. For the next few days he
tried to behave like the other gulls; he really tried, screeching and fighting
with the flock around the piers and fishing boats, diving on scraps of fish and
bread. But he couldn’t make it work.
It’s all so pointless, he thought, deliberately
dropping a hard-won anchovy to a hungry old gull chasing him. I could be spending
all this time learning to fly. There’s so much to learn!
Indeed! This last
line, this last blessed line, ‘There’s so much to learn’, was his mantra that
whispered within his ears, gently, all of the time!
There’s so much
to learn, and that’s hence I wish to fly, says Jonathan!
When there’s so
much to learn, why pray, should be bogged down in puddles and muddles of your
own volition and choosing!
It’s high time
you came out quick from all things that bog you down!
And make sure you come out quick from those miry clays of yore, that bog you down!
Because you are
born to fly! And yes! You’ve got so much to learn! Ain’t you dear reader!!!???
Some of the
quotes to Jonathan are of the high-octane variety! Giving you a glimpse into a
few of them –
How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab
slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there’s a reason to life! We can
lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of
excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!
This line is too too
good! Here goes –
Jonathan Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but
he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was
that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they
refused to open their eyes and see.
How trueee!
Alley! ‘They refused to open their eyes and see!’ Sounds a catchy line to a
lovely poem or a book!
[Jo] learned to fly, and was not sorry for the
price that he had paid. Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and
anger are the reasons that a gull’s life is so short, and with these gone from
his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.
To be convinced
that you are born to fly, you need friends of the same flock! Who believe in themselves!
Who believe in making their burdens lighter! Who believe that if you’ve really gotta fly, you gotta cut down on all things burdensome! Who believe in shunning like a
plague getting into all those santhu bondhu groups which double up as rat holes, something akin to a rat entering a burrow, or like
a groundhog entering a hedgerow, and once trapped, give that pavapetta thiru thiru look, not
knowing how to wriggle out of these miry traps and burrows of their own choosing!
How important it
is to have like-minded friends! Who don’t believe in this burrow-system! ;-)
Here goes Jonathan on the importance of choosing such like-minded friends!
Here were gulls who thought as he thought. For each of
them, the most important thing in living was to reach out and touch perfection
in that which they most loved to do, and that was to fly. They were magnificent
birds, all of them, and they spent hour after hour every day practising flight,
testing advanced aeronautics.
“Forget about faith!” Chiang said it time and again.
“You didn’t need faith to fly, you needed to understand flying. This is just
the same. Now try again ...”
Then one day Jonathan, standing on the shore, closing
his eyes, concentrating, all in a flash knew what Chiang had been telling him.
“Why, that’s true! I am a perfect, unlimited gull!” He felt a great shock of
joy!
“Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip,” Jonathan would
say, other times, “is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can
see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body,
too ...”
By sunrise there were nearly a thousand birds standing outside
the circle of students, looking curiously at Maynard. They didn’t care whether
they were seen or not, and they listened, trying to understand Jonathan
Seagull.
He spoke of very simple things — that it is right for a
gull to fly, that freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands
against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or
limitation in any form.
“Set aside,” came a voice from the multitude, “even if
it be the Law of the Flock?”
“The only true
law is that which leads to freedom,” Jonathan said. “There is no other.”
“Why is it,” Jonathan puzzled, “that the hardest thing
in the world is to convince a bird that he is free, and that he can prove it
for himself if he’d just spend a little time practicing”?
Why should that be so hard?”
Fletcher still blinked from the change of scene. “What
did you just do? How did we get here?”
“You did say you wanted to be out of the mob, didn’t
you?”
“Yes! But how did you ...”
“Like everything else, Fletcher. Practice.”
And the last line
is such sweet motivation for all of us teachers in this noble vocation of
imparting sound learning to our kids!
So here goes the noble
last line to Jonathan for us all –
And though he tried to look properly severe for his students,
Fletcher Seagull suddenly saw them all as they really were, just for a moment,
and he more than liked, he loved what it was he saw. No limits, Jonathan? he
thought, and he smiled. His race to learn had begun.
And one is sure gonna affirm with elegance, the beauty of the epigraphic lines of Ernest K. Gann, to Jonathan Livingston Seagull!
Here goes -
‘This book is a new and valuable citizen in that very wondrous world ruled by St. Exupery ... I suspect all of us who visit the worlds of Jonathan Seagull will never want to return.’
He’s said it so true! Who will ever want to return after reading through Jonathan?
It’s much akin to the Keastian world of the Nightingale!
Such is the spell! Of Jonathan, the Seagull!
Quite interestingly, Booker T. Washington’s 1901 autobiography titled, Up from Slavery flits you by, time and again, each time you flip through each and every page of this delightful inspirational!
In fact, Up from Slavery proves one of the best inspirational reads the world has ever read!
Jonathan Livingston Seagull (Jonathan for short) by Richard Bach is an equally inspiring read! But instead of a human being, there’s a seagull!
Again, chances are, you might also get a tinge of Tolstoy’s Kholstomer gently breezing you by, when you are way way into Jonathan!
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