the fire of karma
de OMA STĂNESCU
This lady writer proposes a foray into the mysterious world of India, where she lived for a long time, this fact putting its mark on her innocent soul. Here are captured key moments of a cruel destiny, which dispel any shadow of serenity.
This is a romance novel, divided into six chapters, which combine biographical details with information from the misunderstood and motley world of India, bringing about specific theories and traditions of the people who are at risk of poverty and ignorance. The descriptions somewhat sketchy of the temples, remind us of the illusions and the wonders of a cryptic religion, far from being perceived deeply by the one who is trying to assimilate them.
The enormous consumption of Orthodox honest spirit in the endless flames of an infamous purgatory, and a great-unrequited love, bring the heroine to the brink of insanity. The pleasures of an unbearable existence are lost in an endless darkness and holy people engulf the woman, whose dreams were shattered, in a terrible agony.
Time is running relatively slowly to deepen the physical and spiritual pain of the author, who is not finding her fault, but with a titanic inner strength, manages to pass a long, difficult and hostile way, among many shady and very little honest characters, the last ones eventually being a spark of relief from suffering. The bad luck follows her everywhere, torturing her soul and filling her existence with venom. Few people would have passed such a test of endurance! The heroine is an admirable character from this point of view, maybe much more innocent and credulous, in a world of non-values and spiritual misery.
Surely, God, at whom she renounced, did not leave her in moments of despair!
The supreme demon of the book, Nadan, the Indian with a misleading nature, was born probably in order to tyrannize her and throw her into an abyss without hope,- she, the one who gave him a son, just out of love. This character is conspicuous by his unprecedented chameleonic mentality and especially by the horrors, he rendered. In a continuous dance, he slips through defects, taking away the purity of some tender human beings who have put their entire lives at his feet. Denying his own child, Nadan showed how insidious and dangerous he is, resorting to Machiavellian tricks to feed his selfishness. In another life, he would have been sentenced to death for spiritual genocide!
What makes us wonder is the extreme ingenuity of the protagonist, which would make anyone angry, and would urge her to drop an absurd love, which she has clung to in vain. Is love blind? It looks like that; otherwise, we cannot understand why she let herself carried away into a gigantic vortex of the ordeal!
Most of the characters embody human imperfections, impulses of wild beasts that lurk and swoop with ferocity on the victim, leaving her empty, breathless.
The heroine meant for them a trophy of pride, indifference and dehumanization itself. Life is a terrible chore, a mistake of the Universe, an abyss of wickedness. However, for the main character, the places, the people, and the customs of India have meant so much that she wanted to know everything, practicing yoga, being the disciple of distinguished masters who guided her on a path of acceptance, filled with many sacrifices.
This novel is like an exotic fruit with a great bitter taste, from which springs a boundless desire to love and be loved. It is the credo of a kind- hearted person, who renounces at herself in favour of others. However, such an unselfish attitude is not appreciated in India; on the contrary, it is considered a weak, liable nature, which cannot achieve happiness even in mind. Perhaps if the author had been an Indian woman, she would not have been able to conceive such an original work, crossed by a desire for total sacrifice of life, to the detriment of herself.
Only the hope in reincarnation, through which she will live decently and pleasantly, made her fight to gain her freedom and her child’s freedom, to whom she gave birth in a hostile world where no one wanted them and where they were marginalized the most. Indians do not cultivate generosity, but passions, defamation, hate and more other wickedness that lead to the spiritual and material decline of society. The author is trapped in her own feelings, frail chimeras, which did not allow her the access to a normal life, thrusting her to the loss of self-esteem, confidence, and honour. In the depth of her heart, she remained the same delicate person, with good sense, dreaming to be with her beloved until the sunset of her life, to whom she would satisfy any request, or whatever would be needed for a pleasant and peaceful existence.
Reading these pages brings about different feelings: of admiration for the woman determined to confront the overwhelming karma, of frustration, because she suffered enormously, without guilt, of fury, because she left herself driven by ruthless waves, in a love without end, agonising to the almost destruction of the soul.
Even the last chapter, in which she depicts her return home, she has no part of privacy. Even here, relatives who do not understand her, the lack of material comfort, profiteers and thieves, who crave for her integrity, difficult situations, which bring patience and faith to the test, corner her. Surely, this person’s karma is of an endless pain, anguish and absolute cruelty. Then we ask ourselves: what is the use of such a life? Does it deserve to be completed? Why?
The author, who has the most entitled opinion in the matter, will give the answers, because she represents a colossus of experience, a person who knows what the priorities and the wonders of existence are.