The Kite Runner

by Khaled houseini

This one is special.

Nothing has touched me so closely in recent times.

It dares you to come out in the open with yourself. Can you speak the truth? To your self – even when you are alone and there is nobody to see your deflated ego. It takes a lot of courage to face the truth “…but better to be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”

We commit mistakes and justify them. We ignore our wrongdoings. It was not I. We behave as if someone else did it. We do not have the courage to own our misdeeds. We never accept. It never happened. We never amend – even when there comes a chance.

Sitting on a high pedestal, so often we have rebuked others, insulted them, taken advantage of our powerful position and justified our act dispassionately. So often, we have denied honour and happiness to the people around us who love, serve and respect us – only because our blinding ego does not permit us.

But this book tells you – there is a way to be good again.

It tells you – There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft….When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal some-one’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.

I saw the movie fleetingly some time back on TV. I had come late from office. Aarti, my wife was calling me for dinner. But there was a something about this movie that kept me glued. My mother was watching, reclining from her bed. She loves channel surfing. But on this rare occasion, the remote was under her pillow and I could see an expression of admiration in her eyes. The vibrant costumes and earthy colors of Afghanistan, the sounds in the bazaar – marketplace, the characters and the story, everything was fascinating.

I bought the book and lived it. I could see it happening. Certain truths, like bad dreams, are best forgotten. But can we really forget our sins? It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

Recommended for the touching catharsis and a narration that spells truth and sensitivity. I don’t know if it’s a true story – but the thoughts, emotions and situations are real life.

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