Thursday, March 06, 2014

Chasing Volcanos

Copyright – Danny Bowman
You stand in silent reverence while rumblings deep inside the Earth find expression in explosive eruptions. 

Ol Doinyo Lengai, the Mountain of God, where lava fountains harden in mid-air then shatter like glass.  My Maasai guides tell me that the creator of the world, Ngai, has resided there since time immemorial. 

The red Ngai Na-nyokie burns with anger and must be placated.   A benevolent aftermath is the black Ngai Narok. 


Like my mother, I think, with her outbursts of anger, loud denouncements and accusations.  The loving making up which followed each explosion. Is this why I am a volcano chaser?

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

32 comments :

  1. Loved the way you started with a little history ,giving us a feel of the characters involved ,not hinting at what is to come!The closing para is superb,brimming with loaded questions that give us food for thought!Loved it Subroto:-)

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    1. Thank you Atreyee, I am glad you liked it.

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  2. Nicely done, an effective comparison.

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  3. Beautiful. Such descriptive language to convey nature's forces and our ancient interpretations of them...and maternal forces and the adult child's understanding of them. Bravo.

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    1. Thank you for your comments Jan. I was hoping to convey those emotions.

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  4. Poetic. Beautifully written.

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    1. Thank you I am happy that you liked it.

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  5. A rather spiritual piece the way I read it. Lovely.

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    1. Thanks Patrick I did want to convey some of that aspect too.

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  6. I like the mix of fact and fiction - or is the mother a little bit real too?!

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    1. Thanks Jen - it could be any other relationship with that pattern of behaviour, I chose to go with mother for this.

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  7. I thought the comparison to his/her mother well-chosen. I've never heard of a volcano chaser, only storm chasers.

    janet

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    1. Thanks Janet. Volcano chasers seek out seek out the exploding phenomena, and brave huge electric storms. They also come up with some of the amazing photographs that have to be seen to be believed.

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  8. Dear Subroto,

    I love the analogy you presented here. Explosively well written.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle, I am glad I was was able to convey that analogy.

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  9. Beautifully written.

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    1. Thank you, glad you liked it.

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  10. stunning comparison. wonderfully written.

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  11. I like the way you've linked the volcano to the mother's reactions. Good one, Subroto!

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    1. Thanks Karen, glad you liked it.

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  12. This was brilliant.. love the tenderness it was told in..

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    1. Thanks for your comments Björn

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  13. I love how it went from telling the history of a volcano to a smooth inner-monologue kind of transition. It went seamlessly from objective to very personal. This is great work!

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    1. Thank you Hala for those words of appreciation.

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  14. Nice piece! I like how you brought it back to the relationship with the mother. A pleasure to read.

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    1. Thank you Amy for reading and appreciating.

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  15. But doesn't the cooled lava become hardened and brittle with time?

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    1. The analogy was with explosive anger and a volcanic eruption, but the one with brittle relationship and cooled lava would work as well. Thanks for reading and commenting Purba.

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  16. Lovely story and helpful background to accompany it.

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    1. Thank you Patricia for reading and commenting on my story.

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