This blog used to be views on various things. But in all these years, I find it going a whole new direction.
Something which I have loved all the time. It's BOOKS!! So, presenting a whole new saga, of books and a little about them, whatever I can find, write, visualise and imagine...
Sawyer was pretty much his own life story. It was based on his and his friends’
childhoods. I enjoyed reading this when I was 5 or 6, but I loved it and basically
re-read it only recently, when I was writing another blog post.
Clemens, who was born on November 30th 1835, was
Tom Sawyer lived
with his Aunt Polly, and she had put him to work as a punishment. So, on a fine
summer Saturday, Tom made his way to a 30 yard fence with a long brush and a
bucket of whitewash. He seemed really despondent, when he reached the fence. He
dejectedly began the work. But it was only minutes when his friend, Jim came
Jim, who also had
his own work to do, that of fetching water refused to whitewash in place of fetching
water, which Tom said he was glad to do. Jim finally gave in, when Tom offered
to show off his sore toe. So, whitewash
it was, until Aunt Polly caught Jim doing Tom’s work.
Tom began the work
again, but it did not last very long. At this point, he had an idea. It was
now, that the first of his friends came along. Ben Rogers, who was eating an apple
and singing a song, came upon Tom, who seemed to be busy at work. When Ben was sympathising
with Tom saying that he had enough work to do, did Tom unleash his plan.
Tom said that he
wasn’t working at all, and only loved painting the fence and he made such a
jingle about it, that Ben was totally awestruck. He began whitewashing it and
seemed to enjoy it as much as Tom was! Not just him, but Billy and Johnny too,
and Tom made a big deal of giving it up, for a little something on the side.
So, it was twelve
marbles, a piece of blue bottle-glass, a spool cannon, a key that wouldn’t
unlock anything, a fragment of chalk, a tin soldier, two tadpoles, six
fire-crackers, a kitten with only one eye, a dog-collar – but no dog, and a
dilapidated old window sash, among the rest of the stuff that he got, just for giving
all the kids a chance to paint his fence.
The best part was that
he barely did any work, and he discovered a secret. That of human laws; that by
making something crave worthy, you just have to make it a little tough to get.
This story had its fun
bits. It spoke of green fields, a quaint looking village, a hill and wonderful
flowers at every step. And kids all around. It really made it all worthwhile,
not just at that age, but now too! I remembered loving it then and laughing my