Wings of Fire: My Favourite Book

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                                                       Md Sohel Mondal

Darul Huda Islamic University

   Reading books helps to bail out of loneliness – the barrier of sanity and barge of distress. Simply to say, all characters show up as intimately connected and he or she consequently shapes his/her incidents of the mentioned in the book. Any time I pick up a book feel ashamed and embarrassed to put it down without reading it completely being afraid of any dent in my entertainment and knowledge. That’s why the book I am reading now is my favourite book. The current book I express that ‘the most inspiring one I have read’ before.

   When I was in Coromandal Express returning from the land of God, Kerala where we had a magnetic academic contest I felt a call of Kalam echoing in the Coast of Coromondel. Curiously I grew in appetite to be more close to him. From past days, I had been waiting for his book, hoped to be my dream-key, ‘Wings of Fire’ even though I had read partly its translation in Bengali. Subsequently a train vendor with a big collection of books entered our compartment and walked off to next. After sometimes, I traced him and bought my long past cherished dream ignoring my packet’s penury in the journey.

   It was hard to get any person reading newspaper or a novel in the train. The digital entertaining internet platforms have diverted people from this. Most of the passengers were engulfed in surfing Youtube, Facebook and What’sApp. Whether technology can replace human being or not human can surrender before technology. It’s half the battle to immigrate from this. I wielding the shield to defend the deft consciousness climbed the upper seat and lingered for times in Kalam following sometimes the vast land ground laid on the Cost of Coromondel accredited for his natural upbringing. Now the book, Wings of Fire, was my unfailing friend as Kalam was roaming Rameshwaram roads with his companions. “A good book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a counselor.”

   As a teenager and a knowledge seeker with a dream of new fortified future APJ Abul Kalam’s Wing of Fire has inspired me a lot and played a magic on my mind to an ending of disagreement for the thirst of repeating several times. Every meaning discloses an attraction whether in calamity and sanity too. The book has made me to give wings to my just put off fire.   

   Little Kalam grows up in a society of Hindu-Muslim integration in Rameshwaram where the spirit of the temple and mosque stands his attraction and concentration. Under the ambit of wise father Kalam sees the inner-beauty of religion, nature and communal harmony. He earned his first wage by helping in selling newspapers that was feeble to him for the background he came out. Still, being in low level, Kalam’s dream flied high which led him to Madras Institute of Technology and then at DTD&P(AIR). His ‘long-cherished desire to fly’ several times looms up with ‘anxiety’ but, Kalam was adherent to ‘accept your destiny and go ahead’ and ‘hard work will help you.’

   Above all, the book ceases never to take me a world of deep consideration where life tabulation is natural.  With harsh days the life goes on but, it is to ease upward. Like Agni, if our wings get fire it would fly high with the Wings of Fire.