Whatever
I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well
.Whatever I have devoted myself to I have devoted myself completely. In great
aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.
I, Charles
John Huffam Dickens was born on February 7, 1812. Born in a poor family, I was
acquainted to hardships since childhood. My father John
Dickens spent time in prison for debts. But, even when he was free he lacked
the money to support our family. And then when I was two our family decided to
move to London.
I think I stepped into the glare of footlights even before I could
barely walk.From working in a blacking factory at the age of 12 to leaving
school at the age of 15, all my decisions have been guided by my heart.
Oliver Twist
·
Last night I cried myself to
sleep thinking what happened to the boy who dared to ask for more. I am nothing
special, I am no one special .Just one of those many nameless and faceless
boys. . I’l dream of my angelic mother.
Were she were alive she would have loved me and never been angry with me. I
live in an orphanage and its cold and unfriendly. I am scared of the men in
waistcoats and they don’t seem to like me at all. I try not to be bad but I
don’t know why Mr Bumble beats me ? But I have learnt my lesson. I shan’t ask
for more..i shall not ask for more…..
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| Abhilash Philip |
After leaving school I became a clerk in a lawyer’s office. Life
has always challenged me with adversities. And I have learnt from it in every
step of the way. My experience in the school proved to be a faithful source as
I wrote Nicholas Nickleby. In all the practical relations of my life and my
works I have always tried to strike a balance. I could perceive happiness,
affection and delight and yet be equally drawn towards sadness and despair. A
juxtaposition of humour and pathos has been a recurring stream in my writing.
Christmas Carol-A burst of reality under the disguise of fairy
tale.
·
I am Bob Cratchit. Ah! my
master Scrooge is such a stingy, wrenching, covetous old sinner. I wonder how
he fails to endure the spirit of Christmas. He shuns all festivities with a
rude humbug. My poor Tiny Tim would have been like any other child running
wild, happily. Alas! Mr. Scrooge never pays me an extra penny and Tiny Tim’s
treatment is only a dream for me. Will I
never have a complacent existence? Is Mr. Scrooge always going to be the same
rude old man??I wonder! I wonder.
My work as a news writer and reporter in the late 1820’s planted
my roots in writing; and the knowledge that I gained aided me immensely in my
sketches of London life. Initially I covered debates in Parliament, and also
wrote feature articles. Through this experience I got sensitized towards the
workings of the society and that’s when I decided to incorporate social reality
in my future works.
Hard Times
·
Sissy Jupe is my name. I am a
fanciful girl who would love to run riot her imagination. Unfortunately, I
don’t find a place among m utilitarian elites. Mr. Gradgrind chides me for not
being factual. He addresses me not by my name but by a number. Is that my
identity? My individuality seems lost, my crave for education is dying, my
imagination is being suppressed. I need help! I want change, change is what I
want. I want to listen to my heart, never wanting the mind to haunt.
My first work, Sketches by
Boz (1836) was an extension of the journalistic experience as it consisted of
articles I wrote for the Monthly Magazine and the London Evening Chronicles.
On April 2, 1836 I married Catherine Hogarth. This was just a few
days before the announcement that on the 31st that I would have my first work
printed in The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. And this was the
beginning of my career. And then at the
age of 24 I won my literary fame with this work, published in monthly parts
in 1836 and 1837 the book describes the humorous adventure and misadventures of
the English Countryside. After a slow start, The Pickwick Papers as the book
was usually called gained quite popularity.
Much later in my career I took up series of public readings and
lectures which I began delivering ad also I took up editing. I have tried my
hands in many things in life; as a reporter, an actor, a conjurer, a poet, a
lecturer, and an editor. I enjoyed it a lot.
I have always had a penchant for writing lots of letters to
friends; sharing my experiences and reflections. My life has always been about
arts, literature and theatre. I also took up acting and producing in small
theatres to give a public reading of my work.
I received an invitation by Washington Urban to visit America in 1841,
where I was warmly received by the Americans. They were not aware how much I
had stood against the slavery system in America as it was quite evident in “American
Notes” and “Martin Chuzzslewit” .Soon their enthusiasm for me dampened. But
this storm of rage against me soon died out during my second visit to America
in 1867-68. And then I returned to England and published David Copperfield,
Dombey and Sons and Great Expectations.
Great expectations
·
I am Pip from Great Expectation.
This novel traces my journey from innocence to experience. I was a small boy from the marshes of Kent
and due to an unknown benefactor I was given the opportunity to study to be a
gentleman in London. I initially thought that the unknown benefactor was Miss
Havisham but I was merely the boy from forge for that cold hearted lady. My
dreams of climbing the social ladder were shattered when I got to know that it
was Magwitch the criminal who was my benefactor. He was a criminal but he had
his humanity intact while the wealthy Miss Havisham had no heart.
Now, however when I look at things in present times, the people
and society somewhere my sensibilities indulge in enlightenment and pleasure. I
am glad to see how people have been liberated, liberated from the bindings of
the social system, the redundant laws and toiling which, in my times had almost
taken the lives of men. My works have always projected these cold, harsh realities,
and it was a source of great motivation that the influence my work had on the
public policy. The wave of change that heralded in my times had quite fruition.
Through my writings, I leave behind a
legacy, a legacy for all future generations. Through my plethora of works I
have tried to open a window to the underbelly of the Victorian society. But my
aim was not to depress the readers but to awaken the sense of empathy and
humanity in them. Today though the horrendous social evils of my times have
come to an end, the shackles are not yet done with. The nature of issues may
have changed but the issues do remain. Definitely every age has its own set of
problems to cope up with and every age has people who present these problems.
So my friends, is there a Charles Dickens amongst you. I do see a reflection of
my own times, but do I dare try to see myself in here? Do I dare? And on this
note I bid you good bye fair ladies and gentlemen.
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